"Everyone, see you True Transmission Courtyard."
Fang Han didn't say much, just left these words of encouragement, picked up his luggage, turned around and left Zi Courtyard.
His back gradually drifted away on the bluestone path and disappeared among the trees.
The Zi Courtyard disciples who met them all felt filled with emotion.
Envy, admiration, inspiration... all kinds of emotions are intertwined.
Yun Qianyue and Li Feng both have a more determined light in their eyes. Fang Han has entered True Transmission Courtyard. They must work harder, otherwise the gap with Fang Han will only become wider and wider.
Fang Han carried his luggage and came to True Transmission Courtyard No. 35 Annex again.
Pushing open the courtyard door, which is much more delicate and thicker than the Zi Courtyard house, what comes into view is the verdant bamboo forest. The breeze blows and rustles, and the environment is really quiet.
In the courtyard, ten people were already waiting respectfully.
The five Maid are wearing uniform light blue dresses. They are between sixteen, seventeen and twenty years old. Although their appearance is not stunning, they are all pretty and pleasant.
The other five Servant look like young men and look quite honest and honest.
Seeing Fang Han come in, ten people bowed and saluted in unison:
"I've met my senior brother!"
Fang Han glanced over and saw that these ten people were in good spirits. It was obvious that Deacon Zhao had really put his heart into it.
He nodded slightly and said in a calm tone:
"Everyone, please get up. My surname is Fang, and I will be the master of this room from now on. I like to be quiet on weekdays, and I don't like to be disturbed when I am practicing. You can each perform your duties and work diligently. You will be rewarded for your merits and punished for your mistakes. Do you understand?"
"I will obey my senior brother's instructions!"
The ten people responded in unison, with respectful attitudes.
"Well, go get busy."
Fang Han waved his hand.
The ten people saluted again and then dispersed, continuing to clean and tidy up the courtyard with brisk and neat movements.
Fang Han Walking into the main house, the furnishings are simple and elegant, and the tables, chairs and beds are all made of high-quality wood.
There are also four treasures of the study and a pot of orchid placed on the desk in front of the window. There is a faint Sandalwood Incense atmosphere in the air, which is much more comfortable and spacious than Zi Courtyard's residence.
He put down his luggage, walked to the window, looked at the swaying bamboo shadows outside the window, and took a deep breath of the air that was far fresher than Zi Courtyard here.
A new starting point has begun.
His cultivation path as a disciple of True Disciple will officially start from this No. 35 Annex.
In the early morning of the first month of the month, Fang Han finished Internal Qi's practice.
After practicing this morning, the fullness of Tanzhong point Internal Qi has reached 90%.
In two or three days at most, the Tanzhong acupoint can be filled with Internal Qi and reach the bottleneck of the late sixth level.
It has only been half a month since he broke through to the middle stage of the sixth level. This is evident from the terrifying speed of his cultivation.
Walking out of Clean Room, Fang Han came to the courtyard and stood quietly next to the bamboo forest in the courtyard, breathing the fresh morning air.
A sound of footsteps approached, Fang Han turned his head and looked in the direction of the footsteps.
Among the four Maid, a Maid named Qui Lan came forward and reported.
"Senior Brother Fang, Zhou Deacon from the academy is here to visit."
"Invite him in."
Fang Han said.
Qui Lan left and soon entered the hospital with a middle-aged man wearing navy blue Deacon clothing and several handymen.
The middle-aged man's aura is calm, his steps are steady, and there is a faint glint in his eyes. It is obvious that his cultivation is not weak.
"Fang True Disciple, this is True Transmission Courtyard Deacon Zhou Heng, come and distribute this month's True Disciple disciple resource quota."
Zhou Heng Deacon walked to Fang Han and stood about ten feet in front of him, bowed his hands and saluted.
"Thank you for your work Deacon."
Fang Han returned the gift with his hand, but his heart moved.
Today is the beginning of the month, and he was originally thinking about where to go to receive this month's contribution rewards. Unexpectedly, someone will directly deliver the contribution rewards.
I just don't know how generous the resource quota for this True Disciple disciple is.
"True Disciple, please show your Identity Jade Token."
Zhou Heng Deacon took out a simple black inkstone-shaped object, which was the "Transmission Jade Inkstone" used by the sect to allocate contribution value, and said.
Fang Han took off the jade plaque from his waist that had been replaced by the True Disciple standard, with warm tentacles and a hint of light, and handed it over.
Zhou Heng Deacon took the jade tablet and gently placed it in the groove of Transmission Jade Inkstone.
I saw his fingertips moving slightly, spitting out Internal Qi, and the white jade in the center of the jade inkstone suddenly glowed with soft light. Like a living thing, tiny streams of light injected Fang Han's Identity Jade Token along the mysterious lines on the jade inkstone.
After a while, the light gradually dimmed, and he took out the jade token and handed it back to Fang Han.
"True Transmission Rankings is ranked 30th in the basic resource quota and has a contribution value of 5,000 points. It has been included in the jade card. Please check True Disciple."
"Five thousand points?"
Even though Fang Han has a calm mind and has already predicted that the treatment of True Disciple's disciples will be far better than before, when he heard this number, a faint trace of surprise could not be suppressed in his eyes.
Just the last one among the 30 True Disciple actually received a reward of up to 5,000 contribution points in January, which was almost twice his contribution reward last month.
True Disciple disciples' generous treatment is indeed far beyond what ordinary inner disciples can imagine.
He separated a wisp of Internal Qi and injected it into Identity Jade Token.
On top of the jade token, exchange for Flowing Wind Sword, True Spirit Pill and other items. Last month, there were 1850 contribution points left, but now this value has become 6850.
There is no need to worry about redeeming the top skills, you only need to accumulate for another month, and the contribution value will be more than enough.
"This is the rare resource quota unique to True Disciple disciples this month, one bottle of Vajra Pill, ten pills in total, please True Disciple check them all."
Just when Fang Han's heart was slightly shaken, Zhou Heng Deacon took a small jade bottle from a handyman disciple and handed it to Fang Han.
Fang Han gathered his thoughts and took the jade bottle.
The texture of the jade bottle is shiny and smooth, and the surface of the bottle is engraved with three vigorous and powerful golden characters in ancient seal script - Vajra Pill.
"Vajra Pill?"
Fang Han's eyes fell on the words on the bottle, and his brows furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.
He has been to the Pill Hall many times, and he thinks he is quite familiar with Danyao that is common in sect Pill Hall. He has seen or heard about Foundation Cultivation Pill, True Spirit Pill, and even some Danyao with special effects, but this "Vajra Pill" is the first time he has seen it.
Its name sounds powerful and unassuming, but he has no idea of its specific effects.
He raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Heng Deacon, with a hint of appropriate inquiry in his tone.
"Deacon, I forgive my nephew for being ignorant, but this Vajra Pill... I wonder what kind of Danyao it is? How effective is it? I hope Deacon can clear up the confusion."
"What Fang True Disciple doesn't know is that this elixir is not something that Pill Hall always has. Even... even if it has contribution value, ordinary disciples cannot exchange it for it."
Zhou Heng Deacon seemed to have expected it, with a faint and slightly envious smile on his face as he explained.
He paused, his tone a bit solemn.
"Vajra Pill is made from the essence and blood of several rare monster beasts as the main material, supplemented by a variety of rare spiritual herbs."
"Its medicinal effect is overbearing. It is specially designed to temper the body, strengthen muscles and bones. After taking it, the medicinal power is released, like a diamond furnace calcining the body, which can greatly enhance the physical strength, strength and recovery ability."
"When it comes to value..."
Zhou Heng Deacon shook his head slightly and said with emotion.
"A bottle of Vajra Pill is worth more than ten times that of True Spirit Pill. Because it is difficult to refine, the materials are difficult to find, and the output is extremely limited."
"It is said that if you can take this elixir for a long time, you may even be able to develop a body that is almost indestructible. It is not impossible to defeat the magic weapon with your bare hands!"
Hearing this, Fang Han tightened his fingers holding the jade bottle slightly, and a trace of wonder flashed in his eyes.
True Disciple disciple's monthly reward, the 5,000 points of contribution value, is generous, but I'm afraid it's just an "add-on".
What is truly precious is core cultivation resources like "Vajra Pill" that are hard to find in the outside world and have no market price!
"Thank you Zhou Deacon for your guidance. My nephew understands."
Fang Han suppressed his emotions, carefully put the jade bottle away, and solemnly thanked Zhou Heng Deacon.
"It's your job, True Disciple, don't be polite, the resources have been delivered, I won't disturb True Disciple anymore, take my leave."
Zhou Heng Deacon bowed his hands, then turned around and left with the handyman disciples.
Fang Han personally sent Zhou Deacon to the courtyard gate, watched his figure disappear at the end of the path, and then turned back to the courtyard.
The bamboo leaves were rustling and the breeze was blowing on his face, bringing a slight chill, but his heart was slightly agitated.
Five thousand contribution points, a bottle of rare Vajra Pill, and the resources brought by True Disciple's identity far exceeded his previous imagination.
His eyes fell on Vajra Pill, and he couldn't wait to see the effects of Danyao.
"No one is allowed to disturb."
Fang Han gave instructions to Qui Lan who was standing in the distance, then walked into Quiet Room, which was specially used for cultivation, and bolted the door with his backhand.
The interior of Quiet Room Sandalwood Incense is cozy and furnished simply, with only a futon and a low table.
Fang Han sat cross-legged on the futon and took out Vajra Pill. The mutton-fat jade bottle exuded a warm luster under the soft light of Quiet Room.
He pulled out the cork of the bottle sealed with spiritual wax, and immediately, a strange medicinal smell that was as strong as substance, with a faint smell of blood and the fragrance of herbs hit his face.
Just a slight sniff made me feel refreshed, and my body Internal Qi seemed to be a little more active.
Looking intently into the bottle, I saw ten longan-sized, round and flawless Danyao lying quietly in it with the color of pure gold.
There is a faint brilliance flowing on the surface of Danyao, as if it contains majestic energy.
He carefully poured out a Vajra Pill and placed it in the palm of his hand. The Danyao tentacles were warm and heavy, far exceeding the ordinary Danyao.
"Gudong."
Fang Han raised his head and put Danyao into his mouth.
Vajra Pill does not melt immediately in the mouth, but slides down the throat and into the abdomen like a hot golden bead.
I didn't feel much at first, but after just a few breaths -
"Boom!"
An indescribable hot torrent suddenly exploded from his belly.
As if he had swallowed a mouthful of lava, the fiery and overbearing medicinal power rushed to all limbs and bones like a wild horse, seeping into every inch of muscle, every segment of bone, and even every strand of fascia.
"Ugh!"
Fang Han groaned, and beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.
He felt as if the blood all over his body was boiling, and there were bursts of tingling and itching on the surface of his skin, as if there were countless tiny flames running and burning under the skin.
What's even more strange is that his exposed skin has a faint golden sheen that looks like pure gold at a speed visible to the naked eye!
This golden color is not dead, but flows slowly like a living thing, making his whole person look solemn and precious, like a golden Arhat enshrined in a temple.