The news that Fang Han's ranking had improved significantly was like being given wings and quickly spread throughout the Azure Profound Sect.
"Have you heard? Senior brother Fang Han's Prodigy Ranking ranking has improved again!"
"Eighty-one! My God, I've been promoted eight places at once! This speed is too terrifying!"
"Tsk tsk, now we are ranked 81st in Prodigy Ranking. If this momentum continues, it may not be impossible to surpass Senior Brother Luo Yuntian in the future!"
Similar exclamations and discussions can be heard everywhere in the cafeteria, Instruction Hall, and outside the disciples' residences.
The words of many disciples were full of worship and admiration for Fang Han.
"This child's talent is the best choice, and his future is limitless."
"The sect is really lucky to have this disciple."
Even some Deacon and Elder inevitably mentioned this matter when talking in private, and their words were filled with admiration.
In comparison, the news that Wang Miao's ranking has improved by three places has caused some discussion, but under the dazzling light of Fang Han's ranking improving by eight places, it can't help but seem a bit bleak and failed to make much waves.
The attention of most disciples was attracted by the even more amazing progress of Fang Han.
An inconspicuous small town in Gazing Marsh City, Qingyang Prefecture.
In the upper room of an inn, Wang Miao was dressed in a plain blue robe, sitting on a wooden chair by the window, with a cup of cold tea at his hand.
He slowly closed the Prodigy Ranking and Martial Artist Ranking books he had just purchased and the ink fragrance had not yet dissipated, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the three gilded words "Prodigy Ranking".
The hustle and bustle of the market was outside the window, and he looked at the pedestrians and carriages outside the window.
The corners of his mouth slowly curved, and in that arc, there was seven points of clarity and three points of indescribable bitterness.
"Eighty-eighth."
This ranking has improved by three places compared to last month.
It is enough to prove that what he said before is not false. In terms of real strength, he is ranked higher than Prodigy Ranking.
It's just because there is no record of fighting recently that Prodigy Ranking's ranking has not improved. When traveling and playing against others, the ranking has indeed improved.
The ranking improved by three places at once. Based on his state of mind, he should have been satisfied with this.
However, when he glanced at the ranking of Fang Han on the list, the joy in his heart was like a pebble thrown into the lake.
It only caused a circle of ripples, and then quickly sank under deeper waves.
"It has actually been promoted to eighty-one!"
He was promoted by three places at one time, but Fang Han was promoted by eight places at once, to 81st, which was far beyond him.
A month ago, my strength might indeed be above Fang Han.
But now one month later, I must have been surpassed by Fang Han.
What shocked him even more was the unparalleled jump speed of Fang Han.
Only through hard training and experience can I move forward three arduous steps, but Fang Han seems to be riding on the wind, crossing a distance that is difficult for ordinary people to reach in one step.
"What an exaggerated talent!"
Wang Miao whispered to himself, his voice barely audible in the silent room.
He is not someone who belittles himself. To be on Prodigy Ranking is because his talent is unique.
But compared with Fang Han, the difference is like a stream to a river. Although they are both water, they are completely different.
He is not jealous of Fang Han's talent, but envy is inevitable.
"I live in the same era as you, and I don't know whether I should be grateful or helpless."
Wang Miao picked up the herbal tea and took a sip. The cold Tea passed through the throat, bringing a sense of clarity.
After the bitterness, his eyes regained their composure and determination.
The road to martial arts is long and long, and every mountain is as high as the next. You can't envy it. You just need to keep your heart and keep moving forward.
Under the same night sky, inside the Nether Pavilion, Yin Huang's other courtyard Quiet Room.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound, and a corner of the hard Iron Wood coffee table was crushed to pieces, and sawdust fell down.
Yin Huang holds the book in his hand, his knuckles turning white from exertion, his handsome but sinister face, and his muscles twitching slightly.
His eyes were fixed on the eighty-one position of Prodigy Ranking. That name was like a red-hot iron, making the corners of his eyes twitch.
"Fang! Han!"
The two words were almost squeezed out from between the teeth, with uncontrollable anger.
Eighty-three! He actually lost one place!
And Fang Han not only surpassed him, but also stepped into the 81st place in one fell swoop!
In his opinion, although he retreated during the last official ambush, it was only a strategic retreat, not a retreat!
Fang Han is just relying on the weird Body Movement to get around, how can He De be ranked above himself?
The facts were just as he judged.
If it were just the results against him, Fang Han's ranking would be raised to 82nd at most.
The reason why he was promoted to 81st was thanks to the killer Gou Laosan who killed Fourth Grade Late Stage.
It's just that few people know about this battle, so naturally he doesn't know about it either.
"Ranking doesn't mean everything. When we meet next time..."
Yin Huang took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
The shame of being overranked was like a poisonous insect gnawing at his heart, and it also made him regard Fang Han as a target that must be completely stepped on.
He needs stronger power and an undisputed victory to wash away this humiliation.
Inside Quiet Room, the breath is getting colder and colder.
Azure Profound Sect, No. 35 Annex Quiet Room.
Fang Han sat cross-legged on the futon, the aura around his body was like a deep pool, deep and unpredictable.
After a morning of practice, Fourth Grade's initial cultivation level has steadily improved, heading towards a higher realm.
Slowly withdrawing his power, a wisp of dark green and almost ink light flowed in his eyes, and then disappeared.
He did not get up immediately as usual, but calmed his mind again and began to practice <Spirit Sniffing Art>.
The reason why we were able to discover that Chu Feng was a magic power practitioner, rush back to the Fang Clan in time, and successfully prevent Chu Feng from taking action against the Fang Clan was thanks to <Spirit Sniffing Art>.
This shows that this secret technique is quite useful and can play a vital role at certain critical moments. He decided to spend more time on the practice of this secret technique.
"Buzz--"
With the operation of the formula, the mysterious world of smell appeared under his sense of smell.
In an instant, the world inside and outside Quiet Room appeared in his perception in a completely different way.
There is no longer nothingness in the air.
The aftertaste of Sandalwood Incense, the smell of cattail grass, the slight moisture of blue bricks, and the very faint smell emitted by the circulation of one's own qi and blood...
Countless smells that were originally ignored seem to have faded away, becoming clearly discernible and coming one after another.
Further away, the smell of soil in the courtyard and the freshness of morning dew staining the flowers and plants can be seen.
Even when Maid Qui Lan got up early to prepare breakfast, the subtle smell of rice mixed with medicinal herbs came from the kitchen...
They all spanned space and were captured by his sense of smell.
Fang Han is highly concentrated, like the most precise sieve, quickly distinguishing, classifying, and discarding useless interference.
Minor Accomplishment level <Spirit Sniffing Art> can already be distinguished that ordinary people cannot.
But what Fang Han pursues is to be able to instantly lock on to that specific, perhaps weak but crucial breath among all the smells.
Time passed quietly, and Fang Han was completely immersed in this unique practice.
The wings of the nose move slightly, and the mind continues to expand and contract according to the source, strength, and nature of the smell.
His sensitivity to smells is steadily improving, and his discrimination speed is getting faster and faster.
I don't know how long it took, maybe it was just a moment, maybe it was a long time. When the first bright ray of sunlight completely penetrated the window lattice and illuminated Quiet Room--
"Buzz..."
A very slight hum that only Fang Han could feel sounded from deep within his body.
It was as if some invisible barrier was suddenly broken open!
The smell of the world around me suddenly became layered and clear as never before!
Each scent seems to have a unique "color" and "form".
It is no longer a vague perception, but a flow of information that can be accurately positioned and analyzed.
The coverage of the sense of smell has expanded exaggeratedly.
"<Spirit Sniffing Art>, Proficiency Realm!"
Fang Han slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of clear light deep in his pupils.
He took a gentle breath, and the odor information carried by the billions of particles in the air flowed into his perception like a gentle stream, and was quickly analyzed, without the messy feeling before.
"The ability to track <Spirit Sniffing Art> at the Proficiency Realm level can be called a qualitative transformation."
Fang Han understands clearly in his heart.
If we continue to rely on scent tracking in the future, the efficiency and success rate will be different.
Pushing open the door of Quiet Room, the slightly cool morning air rushes into the heart, bringing with it the freshness of the vegetation in the courtyard.
Maid Qui Lan has already prepared breakfast, porridge and side dishes, plus a few exquisite items Pastry, arranged neatly.
Simple, but not simple, because every ingredient used is something ordinary people can't afford, or even have never seen before.
"Senior brother." Qui Lan saluted respectfully.
"Hmm."
Fang Han nodded slightly, sat down to eat, and moved slowly and slowly.
After breakfast and a short rest, Fang Han came to the open space in the courtyard.
"Keng!"
The newly purchased Cloudsplitter Sword was unsheathed, and the white and cyan sword body was flowing with restrained brilliance, glowing with a chill in the morning light.
The spirituality of Low-grade Dharma Weapon makes it feel like a blood connection when you hold it in your hand.
"Chi chi chi -"
<Void-Sundering Nine Swords>Expand.
Every time the sword thrust out, there was a slight strange sound that ripped Void Sundering's energy.
Gradually, the speed of the sword became faster and faster, and the sword light turned into a series of blue shocks, crisscrossing the courtyard.
The fierce Sword Intent filled the air, forcing the grass and trees in the courtyard to droop, and the air made a whimpering sound of being cut.
It has been one month since the top Sword Technique reached the level of the Proficiency Realm.
Over the past month, he has not relaxed at all.
Sword-Shaped Grass improved Sword Art Talent, with a terrifying increase of one hundred and twenty-eight times, and his understanding of Sword Technique deepened day by day.
He could feel that he was not far from the next level of <Void-Sundering Nine Swords> - Greater Accomplishment.
In a few days at most, he should be able to break through naturally.
By then, the power of Sword Technique will surely reach a higher level.
Throughout the morning, Fang Han was immersed in Sword Technique's practice and enlightenment.
It wasn't until it was almost noon that he slowly sheathed his sword.
There was sweat on his forehead, but his eyes were bright and sharp.
In the afternoon, the sun is not too hot. After all, it is already October.
Fang Han turned to practice <Windcloud Escape>.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
In the courtyard, Fang Han's figure is like a ghost, bringing up afterimages, and his steps are mysterious and unpredictable.
The Minor Accomplishment level <Windcloud Escape> makes his speed and flexibility far superior to those of the same level. Combined with Sword Technique, he is hard to guard against.
Unfortunately, it is only Minor Accomplishment so far, which is far behind Sword Technique.
If it can be equal to or close to Sword Technique, it will definitely double his strength.
Compared with the high-speed improvement of Sword Technique, the improvement of Body Movement appears to be much slower.
Although it also enjoys an increase of 128 times, Footwork Talent is not as improved as Sword Art Talent. After being improved by Sword-Shaped Grass, the starting point is still a bit worse.
So far, <Windcloud Escape> has only barely reached Minor Success Stage.
This was the result of understanding and breaking through under tremendous pressure during the life-and-death fight between Liangshui City and Chu Feng.
Otherwise, I'm afraid it's still at the Beginner stage level.
"If we can find some natural treasures to improve Footwork Talent, such as Howling Moon Spirit Deer Horn..."
During a break in practice, a thought passed through Fang Han's mind.
According to the secret records of the sect, Howling Moon Spirit Deer Horn has a miraculous effect on improving Body Movement Talent. However, it has been extinct in Qingyang Prefecture for hundreds of years and its traces are hard to find.
Perhaps, only by looking beyond Qingyang Prefecture can we hope to obtain it.
The thought passed away in a flash and was immediately suppressed by him.
The person who hired Gou Laosan to assassinate him has not yet been found. Now is really not the time to leave the clan, let alone Qingyang Prefecture.
Just then.
"Senior brother, a disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall came to send a message, saying that Zhou Jin Elder invites you to go to the Law Enforcement Hall."
Following the sound of footsteps, Qui Lan came to the hospital and reported.