After reading the content of the letter, Fang Han's eyes fell on the bright red sect urgent seal at the end of the note.
The trust eagle fluttered its feathers on his arm and cooed softly.
Lan Yuexin stood aside and saw Fang Han's expression suddenly changed, and his usually smiling bright eyes also became somewhat solemn.
She didn't say anything immediately, she just waited quietly. It wasn't until Fang Han slowly folded the note and put it in her arms that she asked softly.
"Fang Han Master, is there something urgent at home?"
Fang Han raised his eyes and nodded, his voice a little calm.
"There is a Fourth Grade deacon inside the gate who has lost contact. The location of the last summons is not far from Golden Brilliance City. The sect ordered me to go and investigate immediately."
A Fourth Grade deacon has gone missing, which is absolutely unusual.
Warriors with this level of cultivation are already the backbone of the sect. Unless they encounter a strong enemy or fall into a desperate situation, they will definitely not be able to send back the message.
Lan Yuexin is such a smart person. She immediately understood the key. A trace of worry flashed in her eyes and she said immediately.
"Fang Han Master, please wait for a moment. Yue Xin will ask someone to prepare some dry food and water for the journey. Fang Han Master is running around and needs some supplies."
After saying that, she turned around and walked out of the courtyard, walking hurriedly but still calmly. The hem of her aqua blue skirt swept over the bluestone ground, bringing with it a slight fragrance.
"Thank you."
Fang Han looked at Lan Yuexin's leaving figure and did not refuse the kindness.
I'm afraid he will have to sleep in the wilderness next, and dry food and water are indeed indispensable.
He turned his attention to this urgent mission again and made quick calculations in his mind.
The place where contact was lost is a small mountain town named Sunset Glow Town. The environment is not complicated, but it is close to the mountains and forests, making it easy to hide and ambush.
If a Fourth Grade deacon has lost contact here, his opponent is by no means an easy person to deal with, at least he is a warrior of Fourth Grade's level.
After a short while, Lan Yuexin left and returned, followed by a Maid, holding a half-old gray cloth package in his hand.
The package is not big, but it looks quite solid and contains a lot of things.
"Master Fang Han, there are some dried meat, noodles and water inside, as well as a small bottle of my Hundred Treasures Pavilion's special 'Qi Recovery Pill', which can be used to quickly restore Internal Qi."
Lan Yuexin handed over the package with a sincere tone.
"I wish Mr. Fang Han a smooth trip."
Fang Han took the package, looked at Lan Yuexin, and nodded.
"Thank you for your trouble, Miss Yuexin. Fang takes his leave."
"Fang Han Master, take care."
Lan Yuexin bowed slightly.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han said no more, slung the package over his shoulder, swayed, unfolded <Windcloud Escape>, and the person had swept out of the courtyard like a light green streamer.
After a few ups and downs, it disappeared at the end of Golden Brilliance City's criss-crossing streets and alleys, heading straight out of the city.
Above the official level, Fang Han increases speed to the extreme.
The <Mystic Wind Art>Internal Qi in the initial stage of Fourth Grade in the body is rushing endlessly, supporting the long-term high-speed running of <Windcloud Escape>.
The scenery on both sides retreated rapidly, turning into blurry ribbons of color.
While running, he took out the map from time to time to check the location of the building named Sunset Glow Town, and adjusted the direction of travel.
More than two hours later.
As the sun sets and turns the sky into a warm golden color, on the horizon ahead, a gray tile roof built against the mountain comes into view.
Sunset Glow Town has arrived.
Traveling at full speed for more than two hours is a huge burden for ordinary Medium Grade warriors.
But Fang Han, as a Fourth Grade warrior, has a long and Internal Qi breath. Except for the fine beads of sweat seeping out from his forehead, his whole body's energy and blood are still stable.
He looked at the town from a distance.
The town is not big, and looks no different from an ordinary mountain town. The low walls have collapsed in some places, making it look a bit dilapidated.
It was evening at this time, with smoke curling up from the cooking pots, and the occasional barking of dogs and crowing of chickens.
He slowed down and walked into the town.
There were few pedestrians on the street paved with bluestones. A few old men squatting on the wall to bask in the sun raised their cloudy eyes, looked at him lazily, and then lowered their eyes indifferently.
Fang Han walked towards a middle-aged man who was cleaning up a grocery stall on the street. There were some needles, thread, and coarse porcelain bowls and jars on the stall.
He asked in a calm tone.
"Brother, could I ask if there were any warriors fighting in this town a day ago?"
"Brother, why are you asking about this... Yesterday afternoon, there was indeed a big noise coming from the mountains and forests to the east."
When the man heard this, he stopped packing his things, and a trace of fear flashed across his face.
Subconsciously, he glanced eastward and then lowered his voice.
"It was like thunder. It lasted for a while and we didn't dare to get close. Then it suddenly stopped."
"Do you know who was fighting? What happened next?"
Suspecting that one of the parties involved in the fight was the missing deacon Fourth Grade, Fang Han asked.
The man shook his head. "How dare you go look? I heard a sound in the distance and hid in the house, but... I seemed to see a figure chasing him into the mountains, but I don't know the details."
He paused and reminded kindly.
"Brother, if nothing is wrong, you'd better not go over there. Maybe the warrior we are fighting against has not left yet."
"Thank you, brother, for informing me."
Fang Han got the information he wanted and didn't stay any longer. He left a piece of silver behind, turned around and headed towards the east of the town.
Passing through a sparse forest, the scene ahead suddenly opened up, and a messy battlefield came into view.
Within a few tens of feet, the vegetation was broken and the ground was cracked, revealing fresh soil.
Several trees as thick as an adult's waist were cut in half, and the fractures were as smooth as a mirror, obviously caused by sharp blades or extremely strong energy.
The ground is dotted with potholes of varying depths, as well as a few scorched black marks, which seem to be the remnants of thunder and fire.
The traces of the fight are very obvious, and judging from the degree of damage, the strength of the people fighting is definitely not weak, at least at the Fourth Grade level.
"Hopefully it's not the worst news!"
Fang Han's eyes were like lightning, scanning every inch of land carefully.
He walked slowly among the ruins, already prepared for the worst, that the Fourth Grade deacon might have been killed.
However, apart from signs of a fierce fight, there were no corpses or large amounts of blood left at the scene.
He breathed a sigh of relief. The Fourth Grade deacon should not have been killed, at least not here.
"<Spirit Sniffing Art>."
With a thought, Fang Han moves <Spirit Sniffing Art>.
After reaching the Proficiency Realm state, his sense of smell has become extraordinary.
The nasal cavity moved slightly, and the world around him suddenly turned into an extremely complex, yet clearly layered scent map.
The fishy smell of earth, the smell of juice after broken vegetation, the burnt smell after burning fire... countless kinds of smells flooded into the senses.
He abandoned these useless distractions and concentrated his mind highly, like the most precise sieve, trying his best to filter, distinguish and strip out the breath that belongs to human beings.
Under the powerful perception of the Proficiency Realm class <Spirit Sniffing Art>, he quickly filtered out the auras of people who had appeared here.
"There are a total of three people's breath..."
Fang Han's eyes narrowed slightly.
He could tell that there were three auras left here, and three people had fought here.
One of them, with a faint smell of blood, must have been injured.
If his guess was correct, the injured aura should belong to the deacon Fourth Grade inside the door.
His breath escaped deep into the mountains and forests in the southeast direction, appearing hasty and intermittent.
The other two auras followed closely behind, in pursuit.
"One person was injured and escaped, and two people pursued..."
Fang Han quickly outlined the scene at that time in his mind.
The deacon of the sect encountered two powerful enemies here. After a fierce battle, the deacon was defeated and injured, and was forced to flee to the mountains and forests in the southeast.
The two enemies were in hot pursuit, also chasing into the mountains and forests.
"Gulu--"
Fang Han was about to pursue the three people, but there was a scream in his stomach.
From the moment he sensed the opportunity for a breakthrough and concentrated on attacking Mastery Realm of <Void-Sundering Nine Swords> to the moment he received the urgent order from the sect and set off immediately, he had not made any progress for most of the day.
Fourth Grade Although the warrior's physique is far superior to that of ordinary people, he has not yet reached the state of fasting. In addition, previous training and traveling have consumed a lot of energy. At this moment, he feels that his stomach is empty and there is a burning sensation.
He stopped his galloping and found a large rock on the side of the road to rest.
Unwrapping the package prepared by Lan Yuexing, inside were neatly stacked meat jerky, noodles, and a bag of water.
"Is this...?"
Fang Han was about to take food when his fingertips touched a hard object.
Pulling aside the dry food, a hand-sized and exquisitely crafted rosewood box was revealed.
The wooden box has warm tentacles, smooth surface, and no unnecessary decoration, but it has a restrained nobility.
With a slight movement in his heart, he picked it up with his fingertips, and the lid of the box opened with a sound.
The box was lined with soft dark red velvet, and in the center lay a dark ball the size of a longan.
The surface of the sphere is not smooth, and is covered with naturally occurring silver-white lines that resemble lightning tearing through the night sky.
There are wisps of faint light flowing through it. Even if it is placed quietly in the box, it still exudes a heart-stopping aura of destruction.
"Thunderbolt Pellet..."
Fang Han's pupils shrank slightly and he whispered.
He recognized this object as a secret treasure from the Thousand Ingenuity Pavilion, who was famous for his hidden weapons.
It is rumored that it is extremely difficult to refine this product, the materials required are extremely precious, and the annual output is only a handful.
The power is extremely frightening. If you are caught off guard, Upper Third Grade, a strong martial artist, is in danger of being seriously injured or even killed if he is hit from the front.
Because of this, every Thunderbolt Pellet is extremely valuable, and it is often priceless and unmarketable. It is impossible to even think about it if you don't have a million taels of silver, and it is definitely not something that ordinary forces can purchase.
This should be Lan Yuexin's thank you gift for his previous rescue.
"To give such a precious thing as a thank you gift..."
Fang Han's eyes fell on Thunderbolt Pellet, and thoughts started to swirl in his mind. For him, this thing was like an extra powerful trump card.
Whether it is used to prevent the enemy from escaping when encountering a powerful enemy that cannot be defeated, or used to unexpectedly reverse the situation of the battle in a desperate situation, it can play a key role.
This thank you gift is not unimportant.
Recalling the night when the inn was attacked, Lan Yuexin was frightened but not confused.
Thinking about it now, even if she didn't take action at the time, she might not be unable to protect herself with this Thunderbolt Pellet.
"On the contrary, I owe you a little favor!"
Fang Han carefully closed the wooden box, put it away close to his body, and placed it together with the jade bottle containing Danyao.
Then he picked up the dried meat and noodles, drank some water, and ate quickly and silently.
After a while, the hunger and thirst in my belly disappeared.
"It's time to leave."
Fang Han stood up, tied the package again and carried it on his back.
His eyes once again turned to the rolling mountains in the southeast, which looked darker and darker in the dusk.
The sky has completely darkened, a crescent moon hangs on the branches, casting a cool glow, and the fog gradually rises in the forest, adding a bit of mystery.
"<Spirit Sniffing Art>."
Fang Han took a deep breath of the cold night air, and <Spirit Sniffing Art> started to move accordingly.
The world once again turned into an endless sea of scent in his perception.
He abandoned the complicated smells of vegetation, earth, rocks, snakes, insects, rats, and ants, and tried his best to capture the scent of the three people.
Although the traces of the scent have become much weaker after being blown by the wind for a day, they are still clearly distinguishable to him who has cultivated <Spirit Sniffing Art> to the level of the Proficiency Realm.
They are like three invisible threads, winding towards the depths of the mountain forest.