More than ten days passed quietly in the practice day after day.
In the secluded open space at the edge of Spirit Iron Mine, the morning light was slightly exposed, and the air carried the unique smell of metal and dust mixed with the mine.
Fang Han slowly stopped, tapped the ground with his toes, floated like a fallen leaf, then stepped back three feet, landing silently.
He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the Internal Qi flowing in his body and the increasingly clear resonance with the airflow in the meridians of his feet.
In the early morning of this last day, he continued to practice as usual without slacking off at all.
<Wind Shadow Step>'s basic twelve-position footwork has long been familiar to the heart, and it can be performed smoothly and smoothly.
At this moment, he is trying to connect the twelfth pose "Wind Shadow Following" with the first pose "Wind Rises from Green Duckweed", seeking a smooth flow that connects end to end and circulates back and forth.
Internal Qi rushes through the specific meridians of the feet, amplifying the perception to the extreme, capturing every subtle change in the airflow around the body.
He could feel that he was very close to the "Minor Accomplishment" realm. It would take as little as a few days or as many as ten days to break through.
And if you can get a little enlightenment touch during your practice, you will be able to break through directly.
"Enlightenment can be encountered but cannot be sought. Even with my current sixteen-fold increase in Footwork Talent, I cannot always achieve enlightenment..."
Fang Han opened his eyes, a trace of regret quickly passed through them, and he regained his composure.
In the way of cultivation, haste makes waste, and force cannot be achieved.
He turned to look inside his Dantian.
The third area developed, Acupoints Life Gate Aperture, is progressing very quickly with the daily operation of <Wind-Following Art> and the help of Foundation Cultivation Pill. Internal Qi has been filled by more than 80%.
From the Grade Eight realm, it is not far to get through the next place Acupoints.
"Huh--"
He exhaled a long breath, and the breath condensed into a white streak in the cold air, which lingered for a long time.
In the morning, the handover team arrived at the mine on time.
The leader was a senior sister with a strange face and a serious expression. She was meticulous when going through the handover procedures with Lei Lie.
Fang Han and others lined up and stood aside, waiting quietly.
Chu Chong stood at the end of the team, with his head lowered, deliberately avoiding the direction of Fang Han.
For more than ten days, he seemed to be invisible. Except for necessary patrols, he almost never showed up. The scars on his body must have healed long ago, but the humiliation in his heart may not be eliminated so easily.
Fang Han turned a blind eye to this.
To him, Chu Chong is just an insignificant character. If the other party hadn't taken the initiative to provoke him, even if he knew that the other party was related to Chu Feng, he wouldn't bother to waste a moment.
As for solving the problem once and for all.
If he attacks his fellow sect, the consequences will be extremely serious if he is found out by the sect. Unless he is forced to do so, he does not want to do anything like Zhao Qianjun again.
The sect has its own operating rules. The best way is to use your status to suppress him and solve this problem if your status in the sect improves in the future.
The handover process went smoothly and after confirmation, Lei Lie took Fang Han and others back to the sect.
Returned to the sect and received the contribution value of this mission at the Mission Hall.
"One hundred and forty."
Fang Han A wisp of Internal Qi entered the identity card, and the surface of the identity card shimmered, revealing the number - "One Hundred and Forty".
Previously, there were 40 points left after redeeming <Wind Shadow Step>.
After reaching Ninth-rank late stage, the consumption of Foundation Cultivation Pill intensifies. After purchasing two bottles of Foundation Cultivation Pill, there are only twenty points left.
Adding in the 120 points gained from this mission, it is exactly 140 points, and the numbers just match.
In fact, there is still a batch of contribution values that have not arrived, which are the monthly basic benefits and ranking rewards. Because he is not in the sect, they have not been distributed and need to wait until the beginning of next month to receive them.
Without staying at the Mission Hall, after nodding with a few familiar teammates, Fang Han turned around and left, heading straight back to Zi Courtyard.
After leaving for January, Room C-7 opened the door, and a faint smell of dust hit his face.
The furnishings in the house are still the same, but there is a thin layer of dust on the tables, chairs and beds.
Fang Han put down his simple luggage and walked to the courtyard. He happened to see a young handyman passing by, so he waved to him.
"What are your orders, senior brother?"
The handyman recognized Fang Han and trotted over quickly, saluting respectfully.
"Please clean my room."
Fang Han The tone is polite.
"Yes, senior brother, wait a moment, I will go get the tools right now."
The handyman responded and left quickly.
Not long after, the handyman came back with cleaning tools and began to clean the room neatly.
Fang Han did not enter the house to disturb him, but stood outside the house with his hands behind his hands, observing the changes of Zi Courtyard, who had not been seen for a month.
"Fang Han? You're back!"
At this moment, a familiar voice approached from far away.
Fang Han turned around and saw Xiao Chen walking from the other end of the corridor.
After not seeing him for a month, Xiao Chen's aura seems to have become a little more condensed, and his eyes are brighter.
"Brother Xiao Chen."
Fang Han showed a smile on his face and raised his hand in response.
"Fang Han, has your strength improved recently?"
Xiao Chen approached, looked at Fang Han a few times, and asked with a probing tone.
Fang Han felt a little strange when he heard this.
Xiao Chen Although he is on good terms with me, in the past, when they met, they mostly exchanged some anecdotes about the hospital. They were very measured and rarely asked about the progress of their cultivation so directly.
"Some improvement, why does brother Xiao Chen ask like this?"
"In the month since you left, the ranking in the hospital... has changed a lot."
Xiao Chen paused and continued.
"Han Yi and Zhao Lin have successfully improved their rankings just a few days ago. Now, Han Yi is ranked seventh and Zhao Lin is ranked eighth. Your ranking... has been surpassed by them and has dropped to ninth."
"Oh, surpassed?"
Fang Han's eyes flashed with a faint hint of surprise that his ranking was surpassed so quickly.
However, it is not difficult to understand when you think about it. Each Azure Profound Sect disciple is selected from every level in the county, and they all have excellent talent and character.
What's more, the group he belongs to is said to be the most talented in recent years. Competition is fierce, which is normal.
Fortunately, he had not wasted this month, but had made great progress.
<Wind Splitting Sword Technique> has reached the level of the Proficiency Realm. The understanding and application of "Wind Momentum" have reached a higher level. The power of sword moves is definitely not what it was a month ago.
In terms of cultivation, Life Gate Aperture is close to fullness and is not far away from hitting the realm of Grade Eight.
When the two phases are superimposed, his attack power will inevitably be greatly improved.
"It seems you are confident."
When Xiao Chen saw Fang Han reacting so calmly, he immediately understood that Fang Han must have made considerable progress, otherwise he would not be so calm.
"It's the end of the month. If you don't go for the test, you will only receive the ninth-ranked reward next month. When are you going to test Martial Dao Stele?"
"It's not a hurry, let's do it tomorrow."
Fang Han smiled slightly and said, after traveling for several hours, he was not in his prime now.
While they were talking, the handyman had finished cleaning and came out to report.
Fang Han said to Xiao Chen, "The room is tidied up. I'll go in and tidy it up first, and we'll talk later."
"Okay, then you get busy first."
Xiao Chen nodded, knowing that Fang Han had returned from a long journey and needed some rest, so he said goodbye and left.
Fang Han walked into the brand new room and closed the door behind his back.
The windows in the house are bright and clean, the dust is gone, and the air is filled with a faint scent of water vapor and soap locust.
He was going to have a good sleep and go test the rankings tomorrow morning.
I don't know how high my ranking will be if I take the test tomorrow.
The early morning sunshine shines on the bluestone path of the Azure Profound Sect Zi Courtyard, bringing a bit of warmth.
Fang Han pushed open the wooden door of Room C-7 and took a deep breath of the fresh morning air.
I just feel the soothing feeling brought by a good night's sleep flowing through my limbs and bones. My whole body is refreshed and my state is adjusted to the best.
After a simple breakfast in the cafeteria, he put down his bowls and chopsticks, wiped the corners of his mouth with a cloth, then stood up and walked straight towards the open white jade square in the center of the courtyard.
The pace is neither fast nor slow, steady and powerful.
"Fang Han? He is... going to Martial Dao Stele?"
Some disciples who got up early noticed that the direction Fang Han was traveling was not in the usual training woodland, but in a square, and they couldn't help but guess in a low voice.
"Looking at this direction, it's 80% correct. The ranking has been surpassed by Han Yi and Zhao Lin. Are you planning to regain it?"
"Let's go and have a look. I wonder where I can get to this time?"
Many disciples were curious, so they called out to familiar people and followed him.
Some disciples who originally planned to practice elsewhere also changed their minds temporarily and followed the flow of people towards the square.
This movement naturally alarmed some people.
On a branch road leading to the square, Han Yi and Zhao Lin met.
"Fang Han went to Martial Dao Stele!"
Han Yi was dressed in neat and smart clothes, looking in the direction where the crowd was gathering, with a complicated tone.
Just a few days ago, he had just improved his ranking to seventh, and Zhao Lin to eighth.
I thought I would finally surpass Fang Han, but I didn't expect that Fang Han would take action the next day after returning.
"Go and have a look?"
Zhao Lin was not wearing a disciple uniform, but was wearing an aqua blue dress. His voice was clear and somewhat inquisitive.
The two of them looked at each other and saw a look of solemnity in each other's eyes. Then they turned around and joined the flow of people heading to the square.
Not only the two of them, Liu Suifeng, Yan Hongyu and others from the top ten also appeared one after another and walked towards the square.
The square, which was originally quiet in the early morning, was now filled with forty or fifty people, and the number was still increasing.
There were low voices of discussion, and everyone's eyes were focused on the entrance to the square.
Fang Han was unaware of the commotion behind him, or rather, he didn't care.
He walked calmly towards Martial Dao Stele, looking calmly at the towering, white Martial Dao Stele.
The sun shines on the monument, reflecting a soft halo.
His eyes scanned the rankings on the monument.
Sure enough, his ranking has dropped from the previous seventh to ninth, while the rankings of Han Yi and Zhao Lin were ranked seventh and eighth respectively.
"Huh--"
Standing a few feet in front of Martial Dao Stele, Fang Han closed his eyes slightly, adjusted his breathing, and adjusted his own state.
The whispers around him seemed to fade away in an instant, leaving only the subtle sounds of his own heartbeat and Internal Qi flowing between heaven and earth.
After a few breaths, his eyes suddenly opened, and a light green light flashed through his eyes like lightning!
"Ugh--!"
Azure Edge Sword was suddenly unsheathed, and the sword reflected the morning sun, glowing as coldly as autumn water, and the sound of Qingyue's sword echoed in the field.