Time flies, and half a month passes quietly in focused practice.
Fang Han put most of his energy into improving his cultivation and <Wind Splitting Sword Technique>.
At sixteen times Root Bone Talent Amplification, the light cyan Internal Qi in Guanyuan Aperture is increasingly filling, moving steadily towards Ninth-rank late stage.
The biggest gain is in <Wind Splitting Sword Technique>.
With sixteen times the terrifying effect of Sword Art Talent, even though Sword Technique, which is extremely difficult to practice, like <Wind Splitting Sword Technique>, can gain a steady stream of insights during practice, and the improvement can be seen every day.
Soon I touched Minor Success Stage, and it may break through to Minor Accomplishment at any time.
In the morning, Zi Courtyard is in a secluded open space.
"Shuashua--"
Fang Han's figure wandered around, and Azure Edge Sword turned into a cyan electric light in his hand.
Sometimes it's like Returning Wind Shadow Sweep, weird and unpredictable, sometimes it's like Void Sundering, making a sharp neighing sound.
At the tip of the sword body, light cyan energy condenses, causing the air to slightly distort where the sword blade passes.
He has no distractions and devotes himself wholeheartedly to Sword Technique's cultivation.
suddenly--
"Buzz!"
Azure Edge Sword let out a clear trembling sound, and a winding airflow suddenly appeared around the sword body, as if a strong wind was wrapping around the sword body.
Fang Han flicked his wrist, and stabbed out with a "Void Splitting Gold Severing" move, stabbing an old tree next to him that was big enough for three people to hug.
"Tsk--!"
This old tree was easily penetrated.
A huge hole that was transparent from front to back appeared, and sawdust flew everywhere, but the whole old tree did not move at all.
It seemed as if there was no force at all.
This happened because the destructive power contained in this sword was too terrifying, and the old tree's hard trunk was as hard as tofu, posing no obstacle at all.
"<Wind Splitting Sword Technique>Minor Accomplishment!"
Fang Han withdrew the sword and a dazzling light burst out from his eyes.
Unlike the inferior <Gentle Wind Sword Art>, which requires Perfection Realm to touch "Wind Momentum", Medium Grade<Wind Splitting Sword Technique> can touch "Wind Momentum" with just Minor Accomplishment.
The strong wind wrapping around the sword indicates that he has cultivated <Wind Splitting Sword Technique> to Minor Accomplishment.
And, just as he expected.
<Wind Splitting Sword Technique>, which has reached Minor Accomplishment, is not comparable in power to the Perfection Realm<Gentle Wind Sword Art>, but has surpassed Perfection Realm<Gentle Wind Sword Art>, becoming his current strongest Sword Technique.
Before, I resolutely chose <Wind Splitting Sword Technique>, which is extremely difficult to practice. Now it seems that it is undoubtedly the right choice.
"If we test the ranking now, the ranking should be able to improve a few more..."
As soon as the idea came up, it was pressed by Fang Han himself.
According to his research, those in the top ten have the lowest cultivation level of Ninth-rank late stage, and their martial arts comprehension level has reached at least a low-grade Sword Technique Perfection Realm.
Azure Profound Sect has grown in the past few months since joining Azure Profound Sect, but these talents who are ranked in the top ten have also grown.
If he were to take the test now, although his ranking could improve a few places, he would not be able to make it into the top ten and receive additional contribution rewards, which would be meaningless.
He has already been in the limelight once, and he does not need to continue to be in the limelight to gain the attention of the sect's senior leaders.
"It's better to continue to settle down, and when we are more confident about the breakthrough in cultivation, we can rush into the top ten with all our strength!"
Just as Fang Han was preparing to continue practicing and consolidate the realm of Minor Accomplishment, footsteps were heard in the distance, and the figure of Xiao Chen appeared at the edge of the forest.
"Fang Han, so you are here!"
Xiao Chen walked quickly, his eyes swept over the long sword in Fang Han's hand and the aura around his body that had not completely calmed down, and he said doubtfully.
"I feel like you've become stronger again?"
Fang Han put the sword into its sheath and smiled slightly, "It's just a slight realization. Are you looking for me?"
Xiao Chen nodded and said seriously, "I and three other disciples in the courtyard have accepted a task, which requires five people to travel together to escort a batch of sect supplies back to the sect from a mine three hundred miles away."
"The remuneration is acceptable. Each person has fifty contribution points. Now there is only one person left, so I am here to ask if you are willing to accept this task together?"
Fang Han thought for a moment.
It's been half a month since the last mission, and it's really time to take on the mission and earn contribution points.
You have to accept the mission anyway, and it's natural to accept the mission together with Xiao Chen, who knows everything.
"Okay, wait for me, I need to make some preparations."
Fang Han nodded in agreement.
"Okay."
Xiao Chen nodded.
The reason why he found Fang Han was, on the one hand, because he was familiar with Fang Han, and on the other hand, because Fang Han was now ranked eighteenth among Martial Dao Stele, and his strength was no longer weaker than the average Ninth-rank late stage warrior.
With him accompanying you on the mission, safety will undoubtedly be more assured.
"Okay."
After returning to the room, changing clothes and bringing some money, Fang Han and Xiao Chen left Zi Courtyard and headed to the Mission Hall.
At the Mission Hall and Fang Han, I met the other three people who took on the same mission this time.
There is a tall and thin man with a stern face, a long knife on his back, and eyes as sharp as an eagle. His name is Chen Ying.
When he saw Fang Han, he just nodded slightly as a greeting, with the usual alienation in his expression.
The other man has dark skin and big fists, his name is Shi Yong. He grins, showing two rows of white teeth, and has a loud voice.
"Fang Han, I didn't expect the last person to be you!"
The attitude is quite generous.
The last one is a woman, wearing a neat blue outfit, with a tall and straight figure, a pair of daggers hanging on her waist, and a heroic spirit in her delicate features, her name is Zhao Li.
She looked at Fang Han with a bit of curiosity and scrutiny, but she also smiled politely.
These three people Fang Han often met each other in Zi Courtyard, but they never had a conversation.
Now it seems that Chen Ying is calm and taciturn, Shi Dali is straightforward and bold, and Zhao Li is thoughtful and delicate, each with its own characteristics.
Fang Han met the three of them one by one, and they were considered acquaintances.
Subsequently, the five people registered together at Deacon and took over the task called "escorting goods".
The mission scroll states that the destination is a sect property located three hundred miles northwest - Spirit Iron Mine.
Escort a batch of goods there and transport them back to the sect.
The five people left the sect and rushed to Spirit Iron Mine.
Three hundred miles is not a long journey for a warrior who is at least Ninth-rank middle stage.
The five of them walked slowly and only took a short break before continuing on their way.
A few hours later, the sun turned westward, and a slightly desolate mountain range appeared at the end of the field of vision.
The mountain is a deep blue color, with sparse vegetation, and the air is filled with a faint smell of metal and dust.
Following the map guidance, the five people quickly found Spirit Iron Mine located at the mountain col.
The mine is not small in scale, with many simple houses built along the mountain. The huge mine tunnels are like the mouthparts of a giant beast, dark and deep into the mountain.
The sound of chiseling could be heard faintly.
A middle-aged man who looks like Azure Profound Sect Deacon has already received the news and is waiting at the entrance of the mine.
When they saw the five Fang Han people, they immediately came up to them with smiles on their faces.
"You guys, nephews, have worked hard all the way. This is mine Deacon. My surname is Qian and my first name is Yong."
This Qian Deacon is about forty years old, slightly fat, with a round face, and his eyes are particularly enthusiastic when he narrows them.
While leading the five people inside, he introduced the situation of the mine with extremely polite words.
"Qian Deacon is very polite. We have been ordered to escort the supplies back to the clan. Please Deacon make arrangements."
Fang Han, as the strongest among the five, stepped forward without hesitation and responded.
"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. The escort convoy will be ready tomorrow. You will rest in the mine tonight. I have people prepare food and accommodation. It is a simple place, but I hope the sea will be clear."
Qian Yong smiled brightly and personally led the five people to a row of relatively clean stone houses. He also ordered the servants to deliver hot meals and even a few pots of local wine, and the hospitality was quite attentive.
During the dinner, Qian Yong kept talking, sometimes lamenting the hard work in the mine, and sometimes praising the five Fang Han for being young and promising, and their enthusiasm was even a bit excessive.
Fang Han ate in silence, occasionally raising his eyes to observe.
This Qian Deacon is smiling all over his face, but in his narrowed eyes, there is occasionally a hint of shrewdness and calculation that is hard to detect.
This is definitely a man who hides his sword behind his smile.
After the meal, the five people were arranged to rest in the adjacent stone house.
The house was indeed simple, but it was still clean and tidy. After running around for a day, everyone was a little tired and went back to their rooms to rest.
Fang Han sits cross-legged on the hard bed, runs <Wind-Following Art>, and restores Internal Qi consumed on the way.
We have to escort the goods tomorrow, so we need to keep them in the best condition.
A night of silence.
The next morning, as soon as it got dark, the mine was already noisy. Fang Han and the five people finished washing and came to the designated gathering place.
Ten specially-made horse-drawn carriages were seen ready, with several large boxes covered with thick oilcloth and affixed with sect seals fixed on each vehicle.
The box looked quite heavy, and the packhorse pulling the cart seemed a little strenuous.
Qian Yong Deacon had been waiting aside for a long time. When he saw the five people, he immediately put on his enthusiastic smile again.
"Dear nephews, the goods have been loaded onto the truck. I will thank you for this trip!"
He pointed to the motorcade lane.
"The ore in these boxes is Spirit Iron mined in the past year. It must be returned to the sect's warehouse safely."
"Qian Deacon Don't worry, we will do our best."
Fang Han stepped forward and carefully checked the seals on the ten carriages. After confirming that they were correct, he handed over to Qian Yong.
Spirit Iron, a metal specially used to refine high-grade weapons, such as the Azure Edge Sword in his hand, was mixed with a large amount of Spirit Iron during the refining process.
"So good!"
Qian Yong smiled and nodded repeatedly, and personally sent the convoy out of the mine gate. He stood at the door and watched the convoy slowly go away along the mountain road.
The convoy disappeared at the end of the winding mountain road and was no longer visible. The enthusiastic smile on Qian Yong's face receded as quickly as the tide, and instantly turned cold.
There was no trace of smile in his narrowed eyes, only sinisterness and fierceness remained.
He summoned the confidants he had cultivated in secret and whispered.
"Immediately take the experts we have trained, take a small road and rush to the front to ambush, and take back the 'goods' for me... You must do it like a bandit plundering!"
The confidant was a man with a fierce face. When he heard this, his eyes flashed fiercely and he whispered.
"Deacon Don't worry, I guarantee it will be done properly!"
After saying that, he disappeared silently into the dense forest next to the mine, and went to recruit people to live nearby.
Qian Yong stood there, looking at the direction in which the convoy disappeared, with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth, and whispered to himself.
"Don't blame me, just blame you for being unlucky enough to accept this mission!"
The mountain breeze blew by, bringing with it the unique dusty smell of the mine, blowing away the conspiracy and murderous intention that filled the air at this moment.