Zhou Mo squatted down, ignoring the putrid smell, and carefully inspected the bones.
Most of the scars on the bones have been damaged by wild animals, making it difficult to identify the shape and path of the original fatal injuries.
He frowned, the situation was more difficult than expected.
The body was so damaged that it was almost impossible to find information directly pointing to the murderer.
"Zhou Li, what do you think?"
Zhou Mo looked at a young disciple next to him with a lean face and lively eyes.
With the same surname as Zhou, this disciple naturally has a relationship with him. Because of this, he will keep him with him.
Zhou Li pondered for a moment and said:
"Elder, Zhao Qianjun left the sect without accepting the sect's mission. I suspect that he is familiar with the murderer. He left the sect to meet the murderer, but he did not want to be attacked and killed by the murderer."
He paused and continued his analysis.
"The disciple thinks that starting from Zhao Qianjun's interpersonal relationships and investigating people who are familiar with him, we may be able to find clues."
"Especially those who have been in contact with him recently, or those who left the sect at the same time as him."
Zhou Mo nodded slightly, Zhou Li's analysis coincided with what he was thinking.
"It makes sense. We will focus on investigating those who are closely related to Zhao Qianjun."
In the next few days, Law Enforcement Hall's disciples secretly investigated people who were familiar with Zhao Qianjun.
However, on the surface, Fang Han and Zhao Qianjun belong to different courtyards, and Beginner stage's time was short, so the two had almost no intersection.
The focus of the investigation naturally fell on the disciples who were at the same time or in the same school as Zhao Qianjun, and did not affect Fang Han who was far away from Zi Courtyard.
Several days later, there was still no breakthrough in the investigation.
The sect has many affairs, and it is impossible to devote a lot of manpower and material resources indefinitely to the disappearance of an ordinary disciple.
After Zhou Mo submitted a report that "the clues were interrupted and it was recommended to be postponed", Law Enforcement Hall's senior management finally decided to terminate the investigation of the matter and switch to filing for attention.
"The investigation has been terminated..."
When Fang Han heard the news about the termination of the investigation from a passing disciple, he was practicing <Wind Splitting Sword Technique> in a quiet place.
The sharp sound of Azure Edge Sword in the hand cut through the air for a moment, then returned to smoothness.
His face was calm, as if he had just heard a piece of news that had nothing to do with him, but deep down in his heart, the last tight string finally relaxed completely.
The sunlight shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, shining on his calm and focused face, and also reflects the light blue cold light flowing on the sword blade.
At the beginning of the month, Instruction Hall.
Fang Han stepped into the hall as usual and found an inconspicuous seat near the front to sit down.
Compared to when I first arrived here a few months ago, there seemed to be subtle changes.
When he came in, many disciples glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally. Even the top ten disciples cast their gazes.
Soon after, Elder Chen and several Deacon arrived and started teaching.
When Elder Chen was teaching, Fang Han could vaguely feel it.
When Elder Chen's eyes swept across the entire venue, they would pause in his direction for a moment. Although it was short-lived, it was indeed there. It shouldn't be his own illusion.
This feeling became more obvious when Liu Chong Deacon taught Sword Technique.
After Deacon Liu demonstrated a set of exquisite sword moves, his eyes fell directly on Fang Han.
"Fang Han, since you have reached the threshold of 'Wind Momentum', you might as well step forward and practice the Sword Technique you are practicing now, so that your fellow students can learn from it."
Suddenly, everyone's eyes focused on him.
Fang Han's heart moved slightly, he stood up and held his hands in his hands. "Yes, Deacon Liu."
He walked to the open space in the field, held his breath and concentrated, Azure Edge Sword suddenly unsheathed, and unfolded Perfection Realm's <Gentle Wind Sword Art>.
The sword light flashed like a gust of wind across the sky, its trajectory was unpredictable and unpredictable. Sword Intent In the continuous flow, an invisible "wind force" spread, doubling the power of the sword moves and causing low shouts in the hall.
Liu Chong looked at it carefully. When Fang Han put away his sword and stood up, he stroked his beard and nodded, approval flashed in his eyes.
"Yes, you have indeed reached the threshold of wind power. You should have started to practice Medium Grade Sword Technique now. Use the Medium Grade Sword Technique you have practiced again, and I will give you some guidance."
Fang Han naturally would not miss such an opportunity and quickly used the <Wind Splitting Sword Technique> he had just learned.
"<Wind Splitting Sword Technique> Among the Medium Grade Sword Technique, it is the most difficult. You have mastered this Sword Technique Beginner stage so quickly. Judging from your current level of comprehension, you should be comprehending the 'gathering'..."
Liu Chong watched the Fang Han walkthrough <Wind Splitting Sword Technique> and immediately started explaining it to Fang Han.
Fang Han Listened carefully, and felt enlightened. Some of the previously vague areas suddenly became clear, and he quickly bowed and said.
"Thank you Deacon for your guidance, I will teach you."
Liu Chong nodded slightly and said no more, but this public guidance and affirmation silently demonstrated Fang Han's current status among Zi Courtyard's disciples.
After class, Fang Han followed the flow of people out of the Instruction Hall.
The sun was just right, making him warm. He held the sword in his hand and could clearly feel the invisible but real change in his status.
However, he doesn't have much pride in his heart. His current strength is far from the level of pride.
Although Chen Xuan Elder has warned, True Disciple Chu Feng may not give up.
As for the hidden danger Lin Family, it will be difficult to feel at ease if it is not removed.
In both aspects, he needs to have enough strength to break the situation.
"140."
Enter Identity Jade Token with a wisp of Internal Qi, and the number "one hundred and forty" appears on Identity Jade Token.
Fang Han's fingertips unconsciously rubbed the warm jade surface, calculating in his mind.
After redeeming <Wind Splitting Sword Technique>, there are 10 contribution points left. After completing the task of Chu Feng, you will get 100 contribution points. At the beginning of the month, you will get 30 new contributions, which totals exactly 140 contribution points.
"Foundation Cultivation Pill is used up, I have to exchange it for a bottle."
Fang Han pondered for a moment, then turned and walked towards the Alchemy Hall located on the mountainside.
Different from the solemnity of the Library Pavilion and the hustle and bustle of the Mission Hall, the area where Alchemy Hall is located is filled with a light medicinal gas mixed with the fragrance of hundreds of plants and trees, which makes people feel peaceful.
The palace is also mainly made of fire-proof dark stone, and many dried herbs are hung under the eaves, swaying gently in the wind.
Stepping into the Alchemy Hall main hall, the interior space is wide and lined with counters. Various Danyaos are displayed in categories, either placed in jade bottles or placed in special wooden boxes, with brief descriptions.
There was an endless stream of disciples who came to redeem Danyao, but most of them kept quiet, with only the low sounds of conversation and the subtle sounds of disciples counting and taking medicine.
Fang Han went straight to the exchange counter and handed over the jade token.
"Excuse me, please exchange for a bottle of Foundation Cultivation Pill."
Behind the counter is a young disciple with an ordinary face but a somewhat shrewd look in his eyes.
He took the jade plaque and glanced at the number out of habit, his gaze almost unnoticeable.
Then he raised his eyes and glanced at Fang Han quickly, and a very faint arc passed through the corner of his mouth, so fast that people thought it was an illusion.
"Wait a moment."
Young disciple Jiang He spoke calmly, turned around and walked towards the medicine cabinet at the back.
He did not take the medicine from a conspicuous place, but took out a white porcelain medicine bottle from an inconspicuous corner, turned around and handed it out.
"Hmm...?"
Fang Han took it and uncorked the bottle, and a familiar medicinal aroma came out. However, upon closer inspection, the aroma was slightly scattered and not as solid and mellow as before.
He poured out one pill and placed it in the palm of his hand. Danyao was dim in color and even slightly uneven on the surface, which was completely different from the round and shiny Cheng Dan in the past.
He poured out a few more pills one after another, but without exception, they were all of poor quality.
Danyao refining, it is normal to occasionally have defects. He has encountered it once before.
But a whole bottle of ten pills is full of these things, which cannot be explained by the word "luck".
Fang Han raised his eyes and looked at the disciple behind the counter, his voice was steady but with a hint of coldness.
"Senior brother, there seems to be something wrong with this bottle of Foundation Cultivation Pill."
When Jiang He heard this, his face showed just the right amount of surprise, which immediately turned into disapproval.
"Oh? Foundation Cultivation Pill is not easy to refine. Occasionally, the temperature deviation causes poor quality. This is normal. It's just junior brother's bad luck."
He spoke slowly, but his eyes held a hint of provocation.
Fang Han is convinced, this is no coincidence.
Except for True Disciple Chu Feng, there is no one else who can target him within the sect and have the ability to drive the disciples working at the Alchemy Hall to do such dirty things.
"In that case, I don't want this bottle of Danyao anymore. Please take it back, senior brother."
Fang Han handed the medicine bottle back, his voice becoming more and more indifferent.
Jiang He shook his head, with a helpless expression on his face.
"Alchemy Hall rules, once Danyao is released, it cannot be returned or exchanged. Junior brother, you should just accept it. After all, you have spent contribution points."
His eyes glanced at the corners of Fang Han's pursed lips, and a trace of pride flashed deep in his eyes.
Being able to connect with a senior brother True Disciple will bring a lot of benefits in the future. This risk is worth taking.
As for Fang Han reporting Law Enforcement Hall, he is not worried.
The sale of defective products is allowed, but there are too many defective products in this bottle, so even reporting it is useless.
"..."
Fang Han said no more, took a deep look at Jiang He, put the defective bottle of Foundation Cultivation Pill into his arms, turned around and left.
His steps seemed steady, but the fingers in his sleeves were slightly clenched, and it was obvious that there was a fire in his chest.
Behind him, Jiang He looked at the departing figure of Fang Han, his face finally no longer concealed it, revealing a faint smile of a successful plot, and then quickly calmed down and returned to his normal appearance.
Walking out of the Alchemy Hall, the afternoon sun was a bit dazzling.
Fang Han breathed heavily in his chest and couldn't help but speed up his steps.
It wasn't until he returned to Zi Courtyard and pushed open Room C-7's door that the suppressed anger stirred slightly in the silence.
He took out the bottle of Danyao and poured it all on the table.
The ten Danyao pills are all inferior elixirs. Although they are still usable, their effects are compromised.
Normally, ten Danyao are enough for one month's consumption, but this time, the expenditure on Danyao may be a little more.
Although the loss is not big, it is disgusting enough.
"I have recorded this account!"
Fang Han was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand to put Danyao back into the bottle one by one. His eyes gradually changed from the initial anger to a calm and cold look.
It is not difficult to crack this disgusting method, you just need to find someone to help buy it on your behalf.
But this time the loss will definitely be suffered.
Now, he definitely does not have the ability to counterattack a True Disciple, so he can only write down this account and wait until he is strong enough to calculate it again.
He mentioned Azure Edge Sword, pushed the door open, and walked toward the familiar woodland.
The sunlight stretched his shadow long and thin, and during his steps, there was only the slight sound of the scabbard of his sword rubbing against his clothes.