"Thank you for your work Deacon."
Fang Han returned the gift and both parties took their seats.
Zhou Heng Deacon took out a simple "Transmission Jade Inkstone" and said with a smile:
"True Disciple please take out Identity Token."
Fang Han took out the Identity Token, which was as warm as jade and engraved with "Azure Mystery" moiré patterns, and handed it over.
Zhou Heng Deacon Place the token in the central groove of the jade inkstone, a faint light shines on your fingertips, and you operate it skillfully for a moment.
The jade inkstone made an imperceptible hum, and the light on its surface flashed away.
"General Ranking Sixth, this month's contribution reward is 23,000 points, which has been transferred to the token. True Disciple please check."
Zhou Heng Deacon handed the token back and said.
'23,000 contribution points, 4,000 points more than when we were in eighth place last month.'
A thought flashed through Fang Han's mind, he took the token and injected it with a wisp of Internal Qi.
The light on the token flashed slightly, showing a line of numbers - 50000.
He spent some contribution points on buying Danyao last month. Adding in 23,000 contribution points, his total contribution points now reach just 50,000.
"Fifty thousand contribution value..."
Fang Han's heart moved slightly.
This number means that he can already exchange four or five Medium Grade level skills for Lineage.
As for the High Grade technique... He glanced at the token and shook his head inwardly.
A High Grade skill that requires a thousand contribution points for personal practice. If you want to exchange it for Lineage to use, the required contribution value needs to be doubled hundreds of times, up to a hundred thousand.
Even at his current rate of earning more than 20,000 monthly contribution points, this is an unbearable and huge expense that cannot be considered at this stage.
"Fang True Disciple, your special resource quota for this month is three bottles of Earth Spirit Pill."
Zhou Heng's voice interrupted the rebellious thoughts.
I saw him taking three simple-style jade vases from the trays of the disciples who were accompanying him. The bottles had warm tentacles and the words "Earth Spirit Pill" were engraved in ancient seal script.
"This month is actually Earth Spirit Pill!"
Fang Han had a hint of joy in his eyes and took it with both hands.
These three bottles of Earth Spirit Pill came at just the right time.
In the later stages of martial arts training, the amount of Internal Qi needed to accumulate each time you advance to a minor level becomes larger and larger.
It has been more than a month since he broke through Fourth Grade. Because the accumulation required is larger, although he has been practicing diligently, he still feels that he is still far away from the middle stage of Fourth Grade.
Earth Spirit Pill medicine is powerful and pure, which can help him accelerate accumulation and shorten the process.
"It seems that Earth Spirit Pill was distributed at the right time."
Zhou Heng smiled and stood up immediately.
"The rewards have been distributed, so I won't disturb True Disciple Qingxiu any more and say goodbye."
"Deacon walk slowly."
Fang Han personally sent Zhou Heng to the courtyard gate, and both sides waved goodbye.
Returning to the hospital, Fang Han no longer delayed, took Earth Spirit Pill, and walked straight to Quiet Room.
Inside Quiet Room Sandalwood Incense curls up.
Fang Han sat cross-legged on the futon, pulled out the stopper of a jade bottle, and suddenly a refreshing medicinal fragrance filled the air.
Pour out a piece of Danyao in the palm of your hand. You can see that it is the size of a longan, and its color is as white as jade. There are naturally formed moire patterns on the surface, as if it contains an idea. It is Earth Spirit Pill.
He took Danyao into his mouth.
Earth Spirit Pill melts in the mouth, instantly turning into a warm current that is much larger and purer than True Spirit Pill, pouring into all limbs and bones like a river bursting its banks.
The medicinal power is mild but powerful. Wherever it passes, the meridians seem to be washed by warm and moist currents, giving rise to a feeling of comfort.
"<Mystic Wind Art>."
Fang Han immediately gathered his mind and <Mystic Wind Art> worked with all his strength, guiding this majestic medicinal power to circulate along the meridians.
Thanks to the pure medicinal power of Earth Spirit Pill, it is easier to refine than True Spirit Pill. With just a little refining, it can be quickly transformed into pure <Mystic Wind Art>Internal Qi.
Internal Qi grows at a speed perceptible to the naked eye, like a stream flowing into a river, rushing endlessly.
Time passes in silence.
Two hours later, the medicinal effect of Earth Spirit Pill was completely absorbed and refined.
Fang Han slowly opened his eyes, took a long breath, and felt that Internal Qi was full and pulsating in his body, which was obviously thicker than before taking the pill.
The growth rate is almost several times that of daily cultivation!
"Earth Spirit Pill, it really deserves its reputation."
Fang Han whispered to himself, feeling the surging Internal Qi in his body, feeling confident about the recent break through the Fourth Grade mid-term.
The next day, when the sky was bright, Qui Lan held the new issue of Prodigy Ranking and Martial Artist Ranking books and respectfully delivered them to Fang Han.
The book still exudes a faint fragrance of ink.
Fang Han took the book, took a sip of tea, and then slowly opened it.
His eyes fell directly on Prodigy Ranking, scanning from bottom to top.
Soon, his eyes settled on the sixty-eighth position.
"No. 68: Fang Han (Azure Profound Sect)!"
His Prodigy Ranking ranking actually jumped from 81st to 68th, a one-time improvement of 13 points!
This improvement even exceeds the "eight-digit" improvement last month, and it exceeds it by a large margin.
"It actually improved by a full 13 places..."
Fang Han raised his eyebrows slightly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he understood.
In the encounter with Prodigy Ranking's seventeenth Meng Xian last month, he was forced to attack with all his strength without reservation.
Prodigy Ranking's evaluation system is mysterious. It must be that the strength displayed in that battle was accurately captured, which led to such a large jump in the ranking.
However, this is not without its disadvantages.
It's gratifying to go all out and lead to a significant improvement in rankings, but it also means that more of one's trump cards are exposed to others.
If he encounters a strong enemy again, he will definitely be evaluated based on Prodigy Ranking's 68th-ranked strength, and it will be difficult to take him by surprise.
"However, it is only temporary."
Fang Han's eyes returned to calm.
With the help of Earth Spirit Pill, he should be able to break through to the mid-term of Fourth Grade soon.
Once it breaks through, its strength will skyrocket again.
At that time, if there are still people who only use the current ranking to calculate him, they will definitely pay a heavy price.
He closed the list book and placed it on his desk.
The top priority is to use Earth Spirit Pill to break through to the mid-term of Fourth Grade as soon as possible.
Only one's own strength is the foundation for dealing with all storms.
The faint morning light dispersed the mist in the Azure Profound Sect mountains, and the continuous palaces and pavilions outlined their majestic outlines in the morning sun.
The new issue of Prodigy Ranking and Martial Artist Ranking books are now on sale at the Rain Listening Hall.
The disciple who bought the book did not leave, but found a corner to read it.
Not long after, a low scream sounded.
"No. 68, Fang Han (Azure Profound Sect)!"
What aroused their suspicion was the ranking of Fang Han, which was ranked 68th.
This sound of surprise was like a fuse, quickly igniting more attention.
Some disciples who had not bought the book couldn't bear their curiosity and shamelessly approached the disciples who had bought the book and started reading together.
Everyone was surprised to see the new ranking of Fang Han.
The news that Fang Han was ranked 68th in Prodigy Ranking spread rapidly as if it had grown wings, reaching Twelve Courtyards and spreading to the entire sect.
"Sixty-eighth, Fang Han senior brother is actually ranked sixty-eighth!"
"Last month it was number eighty-one, and this month it is number sixty-eight. My God, it's a full thirteenth improvement!"
"Thirteen promotions in one month... this is simply unheard of!"
"Senior brother Mo Chen was actually surpassed!"
"I originally thought that senior brother Mo Chen has more practical experience and should be able to defeat senior brother Fang Han on Prodigy Ranking. I didn't expect..."
Surprises and discussions resounded in every corner of the martial arts arena, Instruction Hall, dining hall and even the disciples' residence.
Although the disciples in the sect have long been a little numb to Fang Han's incredible promotion speed, this time the ranking soared by thirteen places, surpassing True Disciple Mo Chen, it was still like cold water thrown into boiling oil, causing huge waves.
Countless eyes were cast in the direction of True Transmission Courtyard No. 35 Annex, either openly or covertly, full of indescribable complex emotions - awe, admiration, envy, and a trace of unattainable melancholy.
Even some Deacon and Elder couldn't help but pause slightly after hearing this, and their eyes flashed with unconcealable surprise.
We talked about it after tea and dinner, and we were generous with words of praise.
Law Enforcement Hall Zhou Jin Elder was sitting in front of the case processing the files when he received the report from his subordinates.
After hearing this, the tip of the pen froze on the paper for a moment, and then slowly fell down. An almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he whispered:
"This boy is really unexpected every time."
However, not everyone is happy to see this.
Shen Courtyard, Sandalwood Incense In the main courtyard Quiet Room, Sandalwood Incense is still the same, but the atmosphere is more sluggish than before.
Tu Baichuan's thin body was wrapped in the courtyard's robe, with his back to the door, standing in front of the window, looking at several ancient trees in the courtyard that were slightly desolate in the autumn wind.
He held a warm jade in his hand, and his knuckles were slightly white from the exertion.
His confidant Deacon Zhao Kun stood a few steps behind him with his hands down, not daring to express his anger, and finished reporting in a low voice the outside discussion about Fang Han's soaring ranking.
After a long silence, Tu Baichuan slowly spoke, his voice hoarse and low, with a hint of regret:
"Sixty-eight... Humph, I really made a mistake."
He didn't look back, he just pressed the jade piece heavily on the window lattice, making a muffled sound.
"What a pity."
The last three words were almost inaudible, but they contained an unspeakable regret and anger.
He waved his hand and Zhao Kun bowed and quietly retreated as if he had been granted amnesty.
At the same time, Law Enforcement Hall was in another solemn side hall.
"Hmm."
Elder Yan Lu listened to his subordinate's report expressionlessly, only responded coldly, and waved people to leave.
He continued to flip through the file in his hand, and everything seemed to be normal, but if you look closely, you can see that his flipping speed was a bit slower than usual, and his eyes did not really focus on the words.
The rapid rise of Fang Han, especially the substantial improvement in his ranking this time, undoubtedly made him, who originally chose to side with Chu Feng and suppressed Fang Han, in an increasingly embarrassing situation.
Although Fang Han has not expressed anything directly to him so far, this invisible pressure based on changes in strength has made him even more troubled.
He picked up the Teacup at hand and touched the rim of the cup to his lips, only to find that the tea was slightly cold.
A few days passed quietly amidst the discussions and undercurrents in this sect.
Fang Han lives in seclusion and pays no attention to outside discussions about him.
Early morning, True Transmission Courtyard No. 35 Annex, Quiet Room.
The light in the room is dim and there is only cool air flowing.
Fang Han sat cross-legged on the futon, and poured out a longan-sized Danyao from a jade vase with a bright white color and a fragrant medicinal fragrance. It was Earth Spirit Pill.
Without any hesitation, he took Danyao into his mouth.
Earth Spirit Pill melts in the mouth, instantly turning into a warm current that is many times more majestic and pure than True Spirit Pill, like a gentle but turbulent river, rushing into the limbs and bones.
Wherever the medicinal power passes, the meridians seem to be washed by the nectar and jade liquid, and bursts of relief are felt.
"<Mystic Wind Art>."
Fang Han immediately gathered all his mind, and <Mystic Wind Art> in his body was roaring, doing a weekly cycle along the exercise route.
Fourth Grade The initial Internal Qi is flowing like a main river, constantly absorbing and refining the abundant medicinal power brought by Earth Spirit Pill.
Convert it into pure <Mystic Wind Art>Internal Qi, pour it into the Qi Sea, and then pour it into Zhubin Acupoint.
His mind sank into his body, and he clearly "saw" that Zhubin Acupoint had been filled with more than 95% of Internal Qi.
After taking Earth Spirit Pill for several days to assist with my practice, I made rapid progress. Inside the acupuncture points, the Internal Qi, which is dark green and almost ink, is filled with water. There is only the last trace left, and I can completely Perfection Realm.
And once Perfection Realm, it means that he can launch an attack on Fourth Grade in the mid-term.