Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 210 The Great Wall of Steel

Du Fang hugged her tightly. He had seen this beautiful face from afar countless times in the past. Ever since he was convicted of tinea pediatrica, his life seemed to have fallen into another world.

Although they had not been together for long, it felt like they had experienced several lifetimes together.

Du Fang gently embraced her slender waist, caressing her skin. His mind flashed back to the time in the Tomb of the Human Emperor, in the white clouds above the Spiritual Abyss. When he fell, Li Qingshuang resolutely pressed herself against him, holding him tightly, and together they fell into the abyss, which was still unknown at the time.

Bai Zhi did not resist, but gently stroked his face.

"Don't be sad, there will always be a solution. Look now, isn't the senior sister you've been pursuing for so long now standing in front of you again? As long as you have a goal, there is a possibility of a comeback!"

"Besides, you haven't been completely possessed by the immortal yet. This immortal body is still under your control..."

Du Fang didn't say anything.

"You overcame the shocking first stage of the immortal's sublimation, and the immortal didn't succeed in taking over your body. This means that you will be fine from now on!"

Du Fang murmured, "But I really don't know when I will be possessed by the devil!" He looked at Bai Zhi, his eyes full of worry:

"Why don't you just leave me? I'm afraid I'll kill you when I become possessed by the devil!"

Bai Zhi shook her head firmly: "I am your senior sister, and we are both disciples of Lingxiao. I will never allow you to fall, nor will I watch you fall. The heavy trust of the Xuanji Sect's headmaster rests on me. The great mission of the entire sword sect is shouldered by you, and you must not retreat!"

"I... I can't do this... If I keep going on like this, I'm afraid I'll really become the source of chaos among the immortals, bringing endless disasters to this world!"

Bai Zhi suddenly looked up into the distance and said softly:

"It's not you who has brought countless disasters and misfortunes to this world, but the ambitions of those powerful people!"

"What do you mean?"

Bai Zhi said, "Back then, Lord Baihuang, driven by his own ambition, wanted to ascend to the Ninth Realm, causing harm to millions of people in Longxi City and tens of thousands of Longyuan disciples... In the Nine Divine Continents, countless Ninth Realm experts are trying to reach the ultimate realm. The disasters they bring are far more terrifying than what a mere immortal like you can bring. You might not be able to stop any immortal chaos!"

After her elaborate explanation, Du Fang's heart was finally moved.

"Sister, what should we do next?"

"Listen to your heart and do what you want to do."

"I want to go back to Lingxiao Mountain to take a look!"

"No, that place has become a wasteland and ruins now. Moreover, the two of us are currently unable to rebuild the Lingxiao Sword Sect. The most important thing right now is to remove the immortal spirit from your soul. That way, you will no longer harm sentient beings and commit murderous acts!"

Du Fang sighed, "Is there really such a magical method in this world that can remove this evil spirit?"

"Have you forgotten what Yu Qinghan said? The Nine Realms Fan Ancestor of their Iron Fan Sect is an imperial weapon. Maybe it can be used to peel out the soul of the fairy flower!"

"He was just guessing. Besides, I've crippled him now, and we've already become enemies."

"How do you know if you don't try? What if it works?"

Du Fang sighed again, the world is difficult and fate is cruel.

The only consolation is that my former senior sister has returned. Although she is not perfect, she is enough for me now.

"Cheer up, cheer up, and don't act so desperate. We are disciples of Lingxiao. No matter how difficult the world is, we should forge ahead and overcome all obstacles!"

Du Fang raised his head with a worried look on his face.

"Give me a smile!" Bai Zhi turned his face away.

Du Fang forced a smile.

"Your smile is uglier than your cry. Stop laughing, we should go. Maybe we can catch up with that friend named Yu on the way!"

Bai Zhi found a handy long sword. Du Fang would rather die than use that deadly steel long sword again.

The two men flew on swords.

The Iron Fan Gate is located in the extreme north of Zhengyang Continent. To the north is the Jinghai where the three tribes of spirits, ghosts and monsters live. Over the past thousand years, it has made great contributions in preventing the three tribes from moving south.

When the two of them finally reached the northern border after a day's journey, Du Fang was stunned by the magnificent northern scenery.

Before his eyes, there was a vast expanse of white snow. To the north, there was a huge and long ice lake. To the south of the ice lake were towering mountains, completely blocking the way to the ice lake.

A steel wall stretching for thousands of miles completely separates the mountain from the icy lake above Jinghai.

And on the side of the huge mountain——

It is a majestic and spectacular steel fortress that is almost a hundred feet high. With its imposing manner, it overlooks the sea in the distance.

"How spectacular!"

Du Fang exclaimed in admiration from the bottom of his heart. He had been born in Zhongzezhou, south of Nancangzhou, and had never seen ice and snow, nor such vast and majestic mountains, let alone such a huge steel Great Wall.

How many years and countless laborers took to build this miracle?

"That is the promotion fortress, the headquarters of the Iron Fan Sect, and also the place where the cultivators of Zhengyang Continent and the disciples of the sword sects train!"

Bai Zhi kept explaining behind him.

The promotion fortress is located at the waist of the most majestic peak of the mountain.

A cold wind blew and Du Fang suddenly shivered.

"Are you cold?" Bai Zhi's gentle voice came from behind, and she hugged him gently.

"not cold!"

Du Fang looked around and saw that the fortress was made entirely of steel, with steel spikes extending to the north everywhere. Extending from the fortress was a steel Great Wall that stretched as far as the eye could see. Every hundred meters there was a huge beacon tower.

The Great Wall of Steel is dozens of feet high and stretches for thousands of miles, completely blocking the cold air from the north.

Du Fang breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing the magnificent northern scenery, his depression was swept away. He had never seen snow in his life, let alone such a spectacular Great Wall of Steel. At this moment, a purple rainbow light flew over from the bottom of the mountain.

"Fellow Daoist, who dares to spy on the Iron Fan Sect's headquarters from here?"

The man who came was a bald man of considerable age, holding a huge purple fan under his feet. He flew through the air and landed on the top of the mountain. His eyes were like those of an eagle, staring at the two of them with contempt.

"I...we Lingxiao..." Du Fang was about to speak.

Bai Zhi pulled him from behind and said, "We are the disciples left behind by the Longyuan Sword Sect. We are here to pay a visit to the Iron Fan Sect. We are a disciple named Yu Qinghan. Please let us know about him, uncle!"

The bald man was surprised and said, "Yu Qinghan? Oh, you are..."

"We are his friends. We heard he was injured, so we came to see him!"

"The young master of the castle is not here. He went out for training and hasn't returned yet!"