"Fang! Han!"
These two words were almost grinded out from Wan Yuntian's teeth, with deep-seated hatred and coldness.
Being forced to bow his head due to the power of the Azure Profound Sect made him furious.
Now when he heard Fang Han's unceremonious reprimand again, the resentment in his heart was like a wildfire poured with boiling oil, burning fiercely and almost destroying his reason.
"He must pay... he must..."
Wan Yuntian's eyes flashed crazily, and his mind was calculating rapidly.
Fang Han himself is currently in the limelight, his strength is unpredictable, and ordinary methods may not be effective.
We need a "knife" that is sharper, more deadly, and not afraid of the Azure Profound Sect's revenge...
Suddenly, a trace of fierceness and determination flashed in his eyes, and a name he had heard not long ago jumped into his mind.
"Wan Fu." He said in a hoarse voice.
Wan Fu, who had been waiting by the door with his head bowed, not daring to express his dignity, quickly stepped forward. "Master."
"Go, carefully wrap up the 500-year-old 'Blood Jade Coral' plant in my secret room."
Wan Yuntian turned around, the twisted anger on his face had been replaced by an extreme coldness, leaving only a pair of eyes, which were frighteningly deep.
"Master, this is..."
Wan Fu was surprised, that plant 'Blood Jade Coral' was a treasure in the young master's private collection and was priceless.
"I'm going to visit someone."
Wan Yuntian The corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of warmth.
"Master, who are you planning to visit?"
Wan Fu asked.
"Duan Wuya."
"Prodigy Ranking Forty-fifth, Duan Wuya?"
Wan Fu took a deep breath.
That was a vicious man who Nether Pavilion had become famous in recent years. It was said that this man had a murderous bent, and he was also a despicable person on Prodigy Ranking.
The young master actually wants to find him?
"Not bad."
Wan Yuntian walked to the bronze mirror and straightened out his slightly messy clothes. The eyes reflected in the mirror were full of intrigue and calculation.
"Fang Han and Nether Pavilion already have a deep grudge. What happened to Gong Xing, the hatred of Deacon's murder, and the grudge of <Black Tortoise True Art>... I'm afraid Nether Pavilion has long wanted to get rid of it."
He faced the mirror and slowly showed a cold and determined smile.
"Duan Wuya is a greedy, ruthless and bloodthirsty person with a high level of cultivation. He is the perfect candidate to deal with Fang Han."
"Even if we investigate afterwards, it is still a grudge between the Nether Pavilion and Azure Profound Sect. What does it have to do with me, Myriad Treasures Tower?"
Wan Fu felt chills running down his spine, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only bow and answer.
"Yes, I will prepare now."
The night is like ink, so thick that it cannot be dissolved.
Qingyang Prefecture City East District, a vast building complex stands silently in the darkness.
The high wall and deep courtyard, with raised eaves and corners, and wind lanterns hanging on both sides of the gatehouse, with dark flame patterns outlined in ink on the lampshades - are exactly where Nether Pavilion is located in Prefecture City.
Different from Myriad Treasures Tower's luxurious exposure and Hundred Treasures Pavilion's elegance and subtlety, this place is filled with solemnity and solemnity.
A carriage stopped in front of the door, the curtains were opened, and Wan Yuntian got out of the carriage.
He wore a dark purple outfit with a jet black cloak, and the hood was pulled down low, covering most of his face.
Butler Wan Fu followed closely behind, holding a foot-long rosewood box in his hand.
The body of the box is engraved with complex cloud patterns, and a pigeon-blood red gemstone is embedded in the lock, which glows dimly under the dim light.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Wan Fu stepped forward and knocked three times on the heavy black lacquered wooden door.
There was silence inside the door for a moment, and then a crack opened with a "squeak" sound.
A disciple of the Nether Pavilion in black stuck his head out, his eyes stayed on Wan Yuntian's face for a moment, then he glanced at the wooden box in his hand and asked:
"What's the matter?"
"Please pass the message, Myriad Treasures Tower Wan Yuntian, I am here to pay a visit to Duan Wuya section True Disciple."
Wan Yuntian The sound is very low but clear.
"Wait."
The black-clothed disciple's eyes rested on the rosewood box for another breath, and he said slowly.
The wooden door closed again.
Wan Yuntian stood quietly outside the door, the night wind carried a chill across his neck, making him shiver slightly.
After about half a cup of tea, the wooden door opened again.
"Duan True Disciple promises to see you, come with me."
The disciple in black stepped aside to get out of the way, his voice still flat and calm.
Wan Yuntian nodded slightly and led Wan Fu across the threshold.
The courtyard is deep and wide, and after passing through three Moon Gate, we arrived at the place.
In a room, there was a person sitting.
This person looks to be about 27 or 27 years old. He is wearing Nether Pavilion True Disciple clothing, with the Nether Pavilion patterns embroidered on the placket and cuffs with silver thread.
He had a handsome face and leaned casually on the back of the chair, with his right leg bent and his feet on the edge of the chair.
In his hand, he held a dark red long knife that was four feet long, with a narrow blade and a strange arc. He was slowly wiping the blade with a piece of snow-white silk cloth.
On the blade, dark red lines were like dried blood scabs, making the scalp numb.
This person is Nether Pavilion, the disciple of True Disciple who is currently ranked 45th on Prodigy Ranking. He is famous for his ruthless sword skills and violent temperament - Duan Wuya.
When he heard someone entering the house, Duan Wuya did not stop wiping the blade of the knife, and did not even raise his eyelids.
Wan Yuntian took a few steps forward, stopped about three feet away from the obsidian seat, and said.
"Myriad Treasures Tower Wan Yuntian, I've seen Duan True Disciple."
Duan Wuya is still wiping the long knife, as if the knife is the most precious treasure in the world.
He didn't throw the silk cloth into the brazier beside him until every inch of the blade was polished to a shimmering light.
"Tsk--"
Silk ignites when exposed to fire and turns into a wisp of smoke.
He slowly raised his eyes.
His gaze swept across, like a physical blade scraping across the skin, with unabashed cruelty and scrutiny.
"Myriad Treasures Tower's young master?"
Duan Wuya opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and low, like sand and stone rubbing against each other.
"We don't have any friendship, what do you want from me?"
Wan Yuntian took the wooden box from Wan Fu, took two steps forward, gently placed the wooden box on the coffee table in front of Duan Wuya, and opened the lid with his own hands.
"Wow--"
The moment the lid of the box was opened, a warm but powerful medicinal gas suddenly filled the air.
The box was covered with dark purple velvet, and a coral lay quietly in the center.
This coral is about a foot tall, and its entire body is a crystal clear blood-red color, as if blood is slowly flowing in it.
The surface is naturally formed with layers of patterns like lotus flowers, which are radiant and magical.
It is the 500-year-old Blood Jade Coral!
This thing is a rare treasure of heaven and earth. It was born in the sea and absorbed the essence of the earth's veins under the sea. It took five hundred years to take shape.
When taken by warriors, it can be directly refined into pure Internal Qi, which can strengthen Internal Qi, increase cultivation level, and has a miraculous effect on breaking through bottlenecks.
Its value can be measured by extraordinary gold and silver.
Duan Wuya's dark red pupils suddenly shrank, his body leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on Blood Jade Coral.
"Blood Jade Coral from the 500th year..."
Duan Wuya's hoarse voice carries a hint of irrepressible heat.
"Master Wan, what a great gesture. Even if these treasures are placed in my Nether Pavilion secret vault, they are still precious. What do you want from me when you brought this thing today?"
He leaned back in his chair again and looked from Blood Jade Coral to Wan Yuntian's face. Although he was still fierce, he was more scrutinizing and playful.
Wan Yuntian knows the critical moment has arrived.
He straightened his back, met Duan Wuya's gaze, and said slowly:
"I heard that Duan True Disciple is very famous in Prodigy Ranking for his skill with swords, and I admire him deeply. I specially prepared this small gift to express my respect. In addition... I really have something, and I would like to ask Duan True Disciple for help."
"Say." Duan Wuya spoke concisely and to the point.
"Azure Profound Sect True Disciple, Fang Han."
Wan Yuntian spoke the name in a calm tone, but the fists in his sleeves were quietly clenched.
"This son is domineering and has some issues with me. I heard that I seem to have some unresolved grievances with your pavilion..."
He didn't say everything, but the meaning was self-evident.
Hearing the word "Fang Han", the ferocious scar on Duan Wuya's face twitched slightly, and a trace of undisguised murderous intent and... excitement flashed in his dark red eyes.
"Fang Han..."
He repeated in a low voice, grinning in a cruel arc, revealing his white teeth.
"Young Master Wan's information is quite good. Yes, this son and I, Nether Pavilion, do have a lot of grudges. I didn't expect that he also has a lot of grudges with you."
"For the sake of the 500-year-old Blood Jade Coral, I agreed to this matter."
Wan Yuntian was heartbroken and said with joy on his face:
"Then please leave it to Duan True Disciple."
Duan Wuya laughed, and the laughter echoed in the empty hall, with a harsh feeling like metal friction.
He reached out and grabbed it from the air, and an invisible suction force came out. The Blood Jade Coral plant, together with the rosewood box, flew lightly into his hand.
He carefully looked at the crystal blood-red coral in his hand, feeling the majestic energy in it, and the satisfaction in his eyes became even stronger.
"I have accepted the things. Master Wan, please take them back."
He waved his hand and said.
"I take my leave, and I wish Duan True Disciple will make great progress in his cultivation and reach a higher position Prodigy Ranking soon."
Wan Yuntian takes Wan Fu and exits the room.
It wasn't until the heavy door closed again behind him, isolating the suffocating breath in the room, that Wan Yuntian let out a long breath, and the clothes on his back were already soaked with cold sweat.
Communicating with such a vicious person put great pressure on him. If it were not for revenge Fang Han, he would never come to contact this vicious person.
"Master, we..." Wan Fu's voice was still trembling.
"Go back." Wan Yuntian whispered, with a cold and expectant light shining in his eyes.
Early morning on the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month.
After several consecutive days of severe cold, the sky was getting lighter today, and the lead-gray clouds had cracked a few gaps, leaking out some pale sunshine.
Azure Profound Sect There is a relaxed and festive atmosphere everywhere.
The New Year is approaching and the sect has a holiday.
Disciples, except those who have missions, can leave the sect and return home to reunite with their relatives.
At the gate of the mountain, there are carriages and horses, and a stream of people calling for friends and company, laughing and chattering.
No. 35 Annex.
Fang Han placed a blue cloth bag at his feet, which contained the five Medium Grade exercises that were redeemed for Lineage, as well as some Danyao for cultivation.
The gifts purchased for parents Younger Sister and others, as well as a change of clothes and other luggage, had already been delivered to the carriage.
He carried Cloudsplitter Sword behind his back, and was dressed in a green robe with silver patterns. His long hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and his whole person was fresh and neat.
In the courtyard, Qui Lan and his attendants stood respectfully with their hands lowered.
"During this period, I would like to thank you for taking care of me and showing me your kindness. I would like to reward you with money during the Chinese New Year, so I can go home and reunite with my family."
Fang Han held the red envelope that had been prepared in his hand and handed it to Qui Lan and other people in the hospital in turn.
"Thank you, senior brother!"
"Thank you, senior brother, for the reward, and I wish you a happy new year!"
"Senior brother, please be more careful on the road!"
The red envelope was heavy in hand, and Qui Lan and others quickly bowed to take it, their faces filled with gratitude and joy.
Fang Han nodded slightly, said no more, picked up his bags and strode out of the courtyard.