Among the outer sect disciples, he was the first to have a mount. Of course, whether the Wind-Paper Crane could actually be considered a mount was not within Brian Carter's scope of concern.

With creaking and groaning sounds, after swaying for five hours, even Brian Carter's zombie-like face looked a bit pale, and Dongfu finally came into distant view.

Amid swirling clouds and mist, Dongfu loomed faintly in midair.

Back then, the real Dongfu cut a mountain in half with a single sword, using the remaining half as a base to establish Dongfu. Five hundred years have passed, and Dongfu has become one of the thirteen great towns of the Tianyue Realm.

Of the three thousand realms of cultivators, Tianyue Realm is not a famous one; it is just a small realm, with a history of only about fifteen hundred years. Fifteen hundred years ago, the Immortal Tianyue discovered and took control of this realm, naming it after herself. The Immortal Tianyue hailed from Kunlun, so naturally, Tianyue Realm became one of the many realms under Kunlun's jurisdiction.

Afterwards, several other true cultivators came to Tianyue Realm to establish their own sects, gradually evolving into the scene seen today.

The paper crane struggled and squeaked as it flew toward the foot of Dongfu Mountain, and along the way, laughter from others could be heard from time to time. A thin zombie, sitting atop an equally thin, drunken-looking paper crane—such a sight was enough to make anyone laugh.

Brian Carter sat upright as always, his expression calm, like a peerless zombie. In truth, he was drooling inside over the mounts that flew overhead—those were real mounts!

The gray-bodied, red-beaked ones were Fire-beaked Geese, with broad, soft backs; sitting on them, you could hardly feel any bumps, truly a supreme enjoyment. That mass underfoot was an Auspicious Cloud, walking on clouds—how dashing was that! The completely silver, floating behind a cultivator's back, was a Thunderwing, lightning flickering, coming and going like the wind—want to experience the thrill of extreme speed?

He could recite these advertising slogans backwards, but all he could do was recite them.

The most astonishing was a Thousand-Feather Fortune Ship that slowly glided overhead. The whole ship was like a mountain; as it passed above, Brian Carter felt darkness fall before his eyes. Looking up, he could vaguely see the glow of the restrictive spells on the dark hull.

Luxury truly is the greatest original sin of cultivators!

Brian Carter couldn't help but curse again in his heart, but when he saw other cultivators also scattering in a panic, his mood instantly improved.

After flying for another hour, man, crane, and bag finally arrived at the foot of Dongfu Mountain. With Little Yellow's feeble flying ability, barely able to skim the ground, the idea of flying straight up to Dongfu was pure fantasy.

He climbed down from the paper crane, unloaded his bag, and put the crane away. Cracks were faintly visible on the crane's surface, and Brian Carter sighed inwardly—would he have to buy another one? The thought made his heart ache.

He squinted up at the towering Dongfu, its peak lost in the clouds, and at the countless winding stone steps. Then he glanced at the bag at his feet, and his legs immediately went weak.

"Brother, need a hand?" Darkness fell before Brian Carter's eyes.

A man, bare-chested and as sturdy as an iron tower, came over.

"How much?" Brian Carter asked warily, glancing around out of the corner of his eye. Encouraged by his look, several burly men sitting nearby stood up.

Noticing that his fellow porters seemed about to come over, the strong man tensed up and quickly said, "Three first-grade."

Three first-grade meant three first-grade spirit stones.

Brian Carter exclaimed, "Robbery!" Then he said decisively, "Just two. Take it or leave it." If he could have made a surprised expression, it would have been perfect, but unfortunately, Brian Carter's zombie face showed no change, making the atmosphere a bit strange.

"That's too fake!" The strong man curled his lip, but after glancing at the eager competitors around, he gritted his teeth and nodded, "Deal!"

With that, his palm, as big as a fan, reached for the bag on the ground, but Brian Carter barked, "Wait!"

"What now?"

"Let's sign an agreement first." Brian Carter took out a jade slip.

"For just two stones, you need an agreement?" The strong man muttered, unconvinced.

"Just to be safe. With my build, if you run off, I can't catch you." Brian Carter still showed no expression, but his words carried a smile.

Helpless, the strong man had to sign an agreement with Brian Carter, and only then did the others disperse.

After that, the strong man picked up the bag on the ground—over three hundred pounds, yet it was light as a feather in his hand.

Halfway up the mountain, Brian Carter struggled up the stone steps, drenched in sweat. The strong man looked at him with disdain, "Your stamina is really terrible." Then he urged, "Can you hurry up? I want to do two more jobs today! At this rate, we'll be lucky to make it by nightfall."

Brian Carter felt like a fish pulled out of water, almost suffocating. He plopped down on the steps, gasping for breath, "I... I can't go on..."

The strong man panicked, "How can that be? You're ruining my business!"

Brian Carter rolled his eyes, expressionless, "You can see for yourself, I really have no strength left."

The strong man grumbled, "Taking your job, I'm losing big today." With that, he scooped up Brian Carter with one arm, tucked him under his arm, and strode up the steps at a jog.

"You body cultivators are really enviable," said Brian Carter, shamelessly taking advantage.