It was evening at this time, the city gate had not yet been closed, and pedestrians and carriages were constantly coming in and out.
Fang Han did not stop, and followed the people into the city in a flash.
<Spirit Sniffing Art> was always locked on the aura of Duan Wuya. The aura meandered through the city and finally stopped somewhere in the east of the city.
Fang Han followed the breath and came outside a building.
This is a large courtyard with blue bricks and black tiles, high walls and a deep courtyard. There are two stone lions standing in front of the door.
Above the courtyard gate, there is a plaque hanging with two large characters -
"Secluded Residence".
In the lower right corner of the plaque, there is a dark flame pattern outlined with ink.
That's the Nether Pavilion logo.
Fang Han's footsteps, when he saw the sign clearly, he paused slightly and did not rush in rashly.
<Spirit Sniffing Art> Operating at full capacity, carefully sensing the atmosphere in the courtyard.
The breath of Duan Wuya is inside.
However, except for the breath of Duan Wuya--
Deep in the courtyard, there is another breath.
This aura is extremely obscure, and would be almost undetectable if it weren't for Greater Accomplishment<Spirit Sniffing Art>'s amazing perception.
The breath was like a dormant abyss, deep and unpredictable, with a heart-stopping sense of oppression.
Upper Third Grade.
And it is by no means as simple as entering Upper Third Grade for the first time.
The feeling this aura gave him was very similar to that of the man in black robes he encountered at the Fang Clan, and was even more profound and terrifying.
"There is a Elder-level person in charge."
Fang Han's heart sank.
Nether Pavilion In industries in various places, there are often experts in charge.
Since this is Nether Pavilion's stronghold, it is normal to have a Elder-level person here.
With this person here, he can no longer kill Duan Wuya.
If you break in by force, not only will you not be able to kill Duan Wuya, you will be in danger yourself.
According to the tacit understanding between the two sects formed over many years, Elder-level characters generally cannot attack their disciples.
But if the disciple takes the initiative and offends a Elder-level person, that is another matter.
If he dares to trespass into the Nether Pavilion industry, Elder who is in charge will have sufficient reasons to take action.
By then, even if he is killed, Azure Profound Sect will have nothing to say.
He turned around and left decisively, not risking his life for Duan Wuya.
The night is like ink, shrouding the quiet house in the east of Abyssfront City.
Above the courtyard gate, the two characters "Secluded Residence" glowed coldly under the dim yellow lanterns hanging under the eaves.
The dark flame pattern outlined by the ink pen seemed to be beating slightly in the night, giving off a mysterious atmosphere.
Deep inside the house, in a room Quiet Room with closed doors and windows.
Duan Wuya was leaning on a soft couch, his face as pale as paper, and his breath was listless.
The black robe with dark silver patterns was damaged in many places and stained with dust and dried blood.
Although the wound on the right shoulder has been bandaged with a good Golden Wound Medicine, the bright red blood still seeps out of the bandage, soaking half of the skirt.
His eyes were slightly closed, his chest was rising and falling rapidly, and every breath caused a dull pain in his gut, making him frown.
The side effects of burning essence and blood using <Blood Shadow Escape Art> are more serious than expected.
At this moment, the meridians in his body were throbbing with pain like acupuncture, Internal Qi was almost exhausted, and there was an indescribable feeling of collapse in his limbs.
Quiet Room is filled with a strong smell of medicine, mixed with the smell of blood, and the atmosphere is depressing and dull.
"Squeak--"
The door was pushed open gently.
A figure walked in slowly.
The person who came was an old man in his sixties. He was tall and thin, but his back was as straight as an old gun pierced into the ground.
He was wearing a dark black robe, with the unique flame pattern of the Nether Pavilion embroidered on the corners of the robe with dark gold thread, which was faintly visible under the dim light.
He has a pale face, slightly convex cheekbones, and a pale complexion that has not been exposed to sunlight for many years.
The most eye-catching thing is the pair of eyes - the eye sockets are slightly sunken, but the pupils are astonishingly bright. When they open and close, the light flickers, like two bottomless ancient wells, which is breathtaking.
He is the Elder Li Hanshan who is in charge of the Nether Pavilion stronghold here.
Li Hanshan stepped into Quiet Room, his eyes fell on Duan Wuya who was lying on the soft couch with a weak breath, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
He did not speak immediately, but walked slowly to the couch, stretched out two fingers, and placed them on the Duan Wuya wrist vein.
A ray of pure Internal Qi penetrated and wandered inside Duan Wuya for a moment.
"Burning the essence and blood, damaging the meridians, and shaking the internal organs..."
Li Hanshan retracted his hand, his voice low and hoarse, like the cold wind passing through dead branches on a winter night.
"The injury is not serious. It will take several months to recover."
Duan Wuya opened his eyes, a hint of the aftermath of the disaster flashed in his dark red eyes, and whispered.
"Thank you Elder."
Li Hanshan sat down on a pear wood chair next to the couch, his eyes falling on Duan Wuya's face.
"Given that your strength is infinitely close to that of Third Grade after taking Blood Jade Coral, among the younger generation of Qingyang Prefecture, there are only a handful of people who can hurt you."
His tone was calm, and there was no hint of emotion or anger, but he had a majesty that no one dared to disobey.
"Who hurt you?"
Duan Wuya took a deep breath, suppressed the surging blood, and said two words in a hoarse voice:
"Fang Han."
"Fang Han?"
Li Hanshan's deep eyes narrowed slightly, and an unconcealable surprise flashed in the depths of his pupils.
Of course he knows the name.
Prodigy Ranking The fifty-fifth, Azure Profound Sect, a new genius who has become famous in recent years, has quite a grudge against the Nether Pavilion.
But...
"Prodigy Ranking, you are ranked forty-fifth, and he is only fifty-fifth. There is a difference of ten places, how can he hurt you?"
Li Hanshan's voice was still calm, but it had a hint of scrutiny.
There is no shortage of lower rankings on Prodigy Ranking, but generally the ranking gap is not big. A difference of ten places like this is not unheard of, but it is extremely rare.
A complex look flashed across Duan Wuya's face, one of unwillingness, unspeakable shame, and more of a fear.
He gritted his teeth and whispered:
"Elder, Fang Han's strength far exceeds the ranking of Prodigy Ranking. When the disciple takes Blood Jade Coral, his strength should have surpassed the ranking of Prodigy Ranking, but he fought against him..."
He paused and his voice became a little deeper.
"With just a hundred moves, I'm at a disadvantage. If I hadn't used <Blood Shadow Escape Art> to escape, I'm afraid... I might not be able to come back."
Quiet Room fell into a brief silence.
Li Hanshan's deep eyes stared intently at Duan Wuya, as if judging the authenticity of his words.
After a moment, he spoke slowly, with a hint of solemnity in his voice:
"You're already defeated after just a hundred moves?"
"Yes." Duan Wuya nodded heavily, "This disciple is definitely not lying. This son's Sword Technique is unbelievably sharp, and Body Movement is even more erratic. In front of him, this disciple actually feels a sense of suffocation that he cannot control."
Li Hanshan was silent.
He slowly leaned back on the chair, looked at the dancing candlelight with his deep eyes, and fell into deep thought.
Prodigy Ranking The forty-fifth Duan Wuya, after taking Blood Jade Coral, his strength skyrocketed, and his true strength even surpassed Prodigy Ranking's ranking.
But he still lost. The strength of Fang Han is too much higher than the ranking of Prodigy Ranking.
"It's actually hidden so deeply..."
Li Hanshan whispered to himself, with a hint of fear in his tone that even he himself was not aware of.
He raised his eyes and his eyes fell on Duan Wuya's face again.
"How old is this kid this year?"
Duan Wuya thought about it briefly and replied:
"According to the information, Fang Han is from Liangshui City Fang Clan. This year... he just turned twenty."
"Twenty years old..."
Li Hanshan slowly repeated these three words.
A cold light suddenly flashed through those deep eyes.
At the age of twenty, he already has such strength.
This kind of talent and this kind of growth rate are simply astonishing.
If you give him a few more years...
Li Hanshan did not continue to think about it, but the murderous intent in his eyes was as solid as substance.
If a genius with such a terrifying talent and no match for the Nether Pavilion is allowed to grow up, he will be a great threat to the Nether Pavilion.
This guy must be eliminated as soon as possible.
Never give him a chance to grow up.
"I know about this."
Li Hanshan looked away, and his voice returned to its previous low and calm tone, as if the killing intention just now was just an illusion.
He stood up and glanced at Duan Wuya.
"Just stay here and recuperate, and don't go out again in the near future."
"Yes, thank you Elder."
Duan Wuya responded respectfully.
Li Hanshan said no more, turned around and walked out Quiet Room.
The door closed gently, blocking out the dim light and strong smell of medicine in the room.
The night was still dark, shrouding this quiet house.
And those deep eyes shone with cold light in the darkness.
One day later.
Azure Profound Sect The majestic mountain gate finally appeared at the end of the field of vision.
Fang Han slowed down and climbed up the familiar bluestone steps.
On both sides of the mountain road, the ancient trees are still withered and covered with a thin layer of white frost. The afternoon sun shines through the sparse branches, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground.
When the disciples who returned to the sect after the New Year met along the way, they all stopped to salute, with the same awe in their eyes as before.
Fang Han nodded slightly, walked calmly through the mountain gate, and walked towards True Transmission Courtyard.
In No. 35 Annex, Qui Lan is leading several Servant to clean the courtyard.
Seeing Fang Han returning, she quickly stepped forward to greet him, with a look of joy on her face.
"Brother, you are back."
"Hmm."
Fang Han nodded and walked into the courtyard.
After washing up briefly and changing into a clean green robe, he did not stay in the courtyard for long, but went straight out of the other courtyard and headed towards the Law Enforcement Hall located on the mountainside.
Law Enforcement Hall The main hall is still solemn and solemn, and the air is filled with a faint Sandalwood Incense.
After the announcement, a disciple on duty respectfully led Fang Han to the Side Hall.
In the hall, Zhou Jin Elder is sitting upright on a large rosewood chair, holding a volume in his hand and looking at it carefully.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his eyes and saw that it was Fang Han. A faint smile appeared on Gujing Muha's face.
"Master Nephew Fang has returned to the clan."
Zhou Jin Elder put down the file, his voice was calm but dignified.
"Sit."
"Thank you Elder."
Fang Han sat down on the pear wood chair at the bottom with a calm posture.
Zhou Jin Elder looked at him for a moment and nodded slightly.
"Looking at your concentration, you seem to be making some progress, which is good."
"Elder is a prize, the disciple just has a little understanding."
Fang Han said humbly, and then his expression turned solemn.
"Elder, when this disciple returns, there is something he needs to report to the sect."
Zhou Jin Elder Seeing Fang Han's serious expression, he also restrained his smile and said seriously:
"What's the matter?"
Fang Han took a deep breath and told the story of what happened when he was attacked and killed by Duan Wuya on his way home.
From Duan Wuya blocking the official road, to finding out that he was ordered by Wan Yuntian, to the fierce battle between the two, finally Duan Wuya was defeated and escaped, and fled into the Abyssfront City Nether Pavilion stronghold. He gave up the pursuit because he realized that Elder was in charge...
He narrated it concisely, without adding any extravagance or omitting key points.