Chapter 10

A mountain peak towering a thousand feet high, covered with verdant pines and cypresses, waterfalls and streams, with palace after palace standing on the mountain slopes and peaks. At the very top of the highest peak, there was a lake with rippling blue waves, and beside it stood an even more magnificent palace.

"Zidian Palace"!

These three large characters were engraved on the plaque at the entrance of the palace on the mountain peak.

This was an important peak of the Feather Transformation Immortal Mountain, Zidian Peak, which was granted to Fang Qingxue after she became a true disciple of the Feather Transformation Sect, symbolizing a status.

At this moment, Fang Qingxue was sitting in a chair in Zidian Palace, looking at the hundred servants below her, and her brows slightly furrowed: "Although Zidian Peak is my property, I am devoted to cultivation and will soon enter seclusion. Often, I will be in seclusion for several months, even half a year, and will not have time to manage the household. With so many servants, I will first select a few reliable people to manage things. Fang Han, I heard from Qingwei that you are good at raising horses. Take two hundred and fifty people to be responsible for raising the spirit beasts like cranes and white tigers. Here is the spirit beast token! Hold this token, and drop a drop of blood on it, and the spirit beasts will obey you. Choose your people!"

As she spoke, a red light flew toward Fang Han.

Fang Han caught it in his hand and found it to be a palm-sized jade token, intricately carved with various tiny animals, as if their souls were sealed within the jade.

"Indeed, I have gained the favor of the young lady, rising from a horse groom to a major steward, directly managing two hundred and fifty people. My status has risen sharply."

In the original Fang family, Fang Han could never have risen from a minor servant to a major steward, as the Fang family had strict rules and a complex hierarchy. Even if Fang Han had made contributions, he could not have climbed to such a high position.

However, things were different at Zidian Peak of the Feather Transformation Sect. Fang Qingxue was devoted to cultivation and would not manage household affairs much, so she appointed and promoted people directly.

"What's going on..."

"How can a lowly servant rise above us?"

"It's impossible, impossible."

"How could the young lady choose him to be the steward of the spirit beasts?"

When Fang Qingxue issued this order, the servants present began to murmur, their faces showing disbelief. Especially a few of the most capable servants, whose eyes immediately flashed with murderous intent, as if they wanted to devour Fang Han.

These few capable servants were originally high-ranking servants in the Fang family, such as the chief steward responsible for collecting rent, who would lead a thousand people to the countryside every autumn, with the county magistrate welcoming him.

These people had come to the Feather Transformation Immortal Mountain with Fang Qingxue, hoping to gain good positions and benefits.

The benefits at Zidian Peak of the Feather Transformation Immortal Mountain were much greater than those in the Fang family.

But now, a major benefit had been taken by Fang Han, and they were so angry they might have wanted to kill him.

However, they did not dare to cause trouble. In the Fang family, they could find connections and spread rumors about Fang Han, but here, Fang Qingxue's word was law. The young lady's ruthless killing of eight people and eight cranes at the foot of the mountain was still fresh in their minds, and they did not dare to make a fuss.

Fang Qingxue did not care about their murmurs. To her, the most important thing was cultivation, cultivation, and more cultivation. These trivial matters did not bother her.

She promoted Fang Han because she had an impression of him.

As a true disciple of the Feather Transformation Sect, she was more powerful than an emperor and had no time to deal with household affairs. These were things that ordinary people did.

"Fang Qiang! You are responsible for the food and cleaning of Zidian Peak. Choose three hundred servants. When I am in seclusion, follow the menu and deliver the food to my meditation room on time every day."

"Yes!"

Fang Qingxue continued to give orders, and a woman named Fang Qiang stepped forward. This Fang Qiang was originally the head maid in the Fang family, and being appointed to manage food and cleaning was appropriate for her original status.

"Fang Man, you take two hundred people to be responsible for planting and harvesting the eighty medicinal fields, crystal fragrant rice, and Zidian flowers."

"Yes!" A very capable man with sharp eyes stepped forward. This man was one of those who had just looked at Fang Han with murderous intent.

"Fang Rui, you take two hundred people to manage clothing, goods, and purchasing various needed items. That's it. I will set the rules, and you can each go and do your tasks."

After arranging the four major tasks of food, clothing, shelter, and transportation, Fang Qingxue moved and disappeared, entering seclusion. At the same time, the main gate of Zidian Palace slowly closed, leaving the hundred servants on the square to prepare for their respective tasks.

The original Fang family's mainline members, including the second young lady Fang Qingwei, were not present. They were outer disciples and had already gone deeper into the mountain to learn.

The disciples of the Feather Transformation Immortal Mountain were divided into outer disciples, inner disciples, true disciples, and then various elders who managed laws and techniques, deputy sect leaders, and finally the sect leader.

Fang Han and the other servants were not yet considered part of the Feather Transformation Sect.

Among the outer disciples, there were struggles to become inner disciples, and among the inner disciples, there were struggles to become true disciples.

Among the true disciples, there were struggles to become sect elders.

Among the elders, there were struggles to become the sect leader.

The highest status among disciples was that of true disciples. Each true disciple had their own independent peak and held a high status. Some true disciples' abilities could even rival those of elders, but they had not yet made significant contributions to the sect and could not be promoted.

The eight crane-riding Daoists that Fang Qingxue had killed at the foot of the mountain were outer disciples from another peak, the Green Flame Peak. The true disciple of the Green Flame Peak was Jin Shitai.

Fang Qingxue killed them to establish her authority. As a newly appointed true disciple, many people did not respect her. If she had backed down when provoked, it would have made her future actions difficult. By killing them ruthlessly, her authority was immediately established.

Although there might be some trouble afterward, Fang Qingxue believed she could handle it.

"This spirit beast token, after dropping blood on it, can control the cranes and white tigers. I should try riding a crane and flying in the sky. But first, I need to select the servants. Two hundred and fifty people under my command, not bad, not bad."

Fang Qingxue closed the main gate of Zidian Palace and entered seclusion. Fang Han immediately touched the spirit beast token, ready to drop blood on it and control the cranes to fly. The feeling of flying in the sky was something no one could resist.

At the same time, he needed to select the servants...

"Boy! Hand over the spirit beast token."

A sinister laugh came from behind him.

Fang Han quickly turned around and saw a middle-aged man in fine silk, with a long face, laughing sinisterly and approaching him step by step. The man's bones crackled, like a fierce tiger eyeing a rabbit.

At the same time, Fang Man and Fang Rui were crossing their arms, looking at him with malicious glee.

"Fang Lie, what do you want?" Fang Han knew that this middle-aged man was a very high-ranking person in the Fang family, named Fang Lie, the chief guard.

He was extremely dissatisfied that the lucrative position of managing the spirit beasts had not been given to him.

Fang Lie's status in the Fang family was far beyond Fang Han's, and even some of the Fang family's illegitimate disciples had to show him respect.

"Of course, I want you to hand over the spirit beast token and be my subordinate. What, you don't want to hand it over?" Fang Lie's face turned even colder when he saw Fang Han's expression.

"But this was the young lady's order." Fang Han licked his lips.

"Ha ha ha ha, even if it was the young lady's order, do you think, as a lowly servant, you can command the people below you? Who here, in the Fang family, has a lower status than you? Try commanding someone and see if they listen. Fang Dafu, this boy wants you to work under him. Do you agree?"

At this moment, Fang Man spoke. He was the former chief steward responsible for collecting rent in the Fang family. Although he had been appointed by Fang Qingxue to manage the medicinal fields and immortal rice, which was also a lucrative position, he did not look up to Fang Han and immediately fanned the flames, addressing a servant named Fang Dafu.

"Ha, a lowly horse groom wants to command me? Go home and drink milk for a few more years!"

Fang Dafu was a middle-aged man, slick and oily, a seasoned servant in the Fang family. Upon hearing this, he burst into laughter, looking at Fang Han with disdain.

"Boy, what authority do you have to be the steward of the spirit beasts?" Another servant called out.

"Still a baby, and you want to command us? Chief Fang Lie, give him a lesson! Let him know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is."

"Boy, remember, in the Fang family, you are always a lowly servant and will never rise. Today, I will break one of your bones to teach you a lesson. In the future, be more careful. The young lady doesn't manage the household, so we will manage Zidian Peak for her."

Fang Lie laughed sinisterly: "By the way, I used to have a nickname, 'Bone-Cracker.' I haven't cracked bones in a long time, and my hands are itching."

"Is that so? If I don't have authority, I will establish it with you!" Fang Han tucked the spirit beast token into his chest, took a step, and in a flash, he moved seven steps in one, "Stepping on the Seven Stars"!

Instantly, seven footprints appeared on the ground.

Fang Han moved swiftly, taking the initiative and rushing to Fang Lie. Then, his leg technique exploded, "Kui Star Kicking the Dipper!" The leg shadow split the air.

In the Fang family, Fang Han did not dare to use the Kui Star Kicking the Dipper, but here, Fang Qingxue clearly did not manage things, and he could suppress the servants as he wished.

Whistling leg winds were deafening.

"Bad!"

Just as Bone-Cracker Fang Lie was about to move, he suddenly saw Fang Han rush forward, and he was taken aback. "Thirteen Bone-Cracking Hands!"

In a panic, he used his ruthless grappling technique.

However, Fang Han was much stronger than him. Each kick broke through his grappling technique, and then, with a series of bangs, five kicks landed on his body.

Ah!

Fang Lie's large body flew like a sandbag, landing on the ground, spitting out blood, and foaming at the mouth.

"Only at the fourth level of hardness and softness, and you dare to be arrogant in front of me?" Fang Han laughed sinisterly after kicking Fang Lie away.

Everyone was shocked!

Even Fang Man and Fang Rui, the capable experts, were stunned. No one expected a lowly horse groom to kick the chief guard away.

"Fang Dafu! Did you just tell me to go home and drink milk?" Fang Han, taking advantage of the shock, moved quickly and grabbed the slick middle-aged servant Fang Dafu by the hair.

Fang Han's martial arts had reached the divine strength level, and with the power of the Nine Apertures Golden Pill, his physical condition was far superior to others at the same level. Although he lacked combat experience, he had a fierce determination. Fang Dafu was no match for him.

"Ahh!" The seasoned servant Fang Dafu let out a piercing scream, his scalp almost torn off as he struggled fiercely, cursing, "Little bastard!"

"What?"

Fang Han fiercely threw Fang Dafu to the ground, then stepped on his face, pressing down hard. Everyone could see Fang Dafu's face almost flattened, blood bubbles continuously emerging from his mouth.

Crack!

Fang Han stepped again, crushing Fang Dafu's arm bones with a crunch.

This gruesome scene terrified everyone.

"You didn't expect me to have such strength, did you? Fang Man, you probably thought I was a small man who had suddenly risen to power. Yes, I am a small man who has risen to power! I am a small man who has risen to power! If you don't listen to me, this is your fate!"

As he spoke, Fang Han fiercely stepped on Fang Dafu's arm, breaking it.

"Insult me, and I will break your limbs!"