"Some skin injuries, that's okay."
Fang Han said calmly.
Yun Qianyue's eyes fell on the damaged areas and dried blood on Fang Han's body, and he frowned almost imperceptibly.
She said nothing more, just turned around and walked into the camp.
Fang Han followed her.
Arriving in front of Fang Han's tent, Yun Qianyue stopped, took out a small jade box from his arms, and handed it over.
"This is 'Snow Skin Jade Dew Ointment', it has miraculous effects on healing."
Her voice was calm, as if she was just stating one thing.
Fang Han glanced at the jade box, then looked at Yun Qianyue.
Yun Qianyue's eyes are still cold, but deep in them, there seems to be a trace of... concern?
He did not refuse and reached out to take it. "Thank you very much."
Yun Qianyue shook his head slightly and said nothing.
She stood there with no intention of leaving.
Fang Han looked at Yun Qianyue, a little confused.
Yun Qianyue was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke, his voice softer than usual:
"If there is something inconvenient for you to deal with, I can help you."
Fang Han was slightly startled.
He looked at Yun Qianyue's cold eyes. There was no shyness or coquettishness in them, only a calm calmness.
As if he was just talking about an ordinary thing.
But Fang Han knows that with Yun Qianyue's temperament, it is extremely difficult to say such a thing.
He was silent for a moment and nodded. "Thank you."
The two entered the tent.
The space inside the tent is not large and the furnishings are simple. There is only a thick animal skin blanket and a bag that serves as a pillow.
Fang Han sat down cross-legged on the blanket.
Yun Qianyue knelt down beside Fang Han and opened the jade box.
In the box is a milky white ointment that exudes a refreshing fragrance. Just smelling it makes people feel peaceful.
She raised her eyes and her eyes fell on Fang Han.
Fang Han understood, unbuttoned his robe, and exposed his upper body.
His body is not as burly and exaggerated as ordinary Horizontal Training warriors. His muscle lines are smooth and well-proportioned, and every inch contains restrained strength.
But at this moment, there are many wounds scattered on that well-proportioned body.
There was a scratch mark on the left shoulder.
There are several shallow scratches on the outside of his right arm.
There is a bruise on the side of the waist.
There are still a few bruises on the back.
Yun Qianyue's eyes swept over these wounds, and his cold eyes fluctuated slightly.
She didn't speak, she just picked up some ointment with her fingertips and applied it gently to the wound on Fang Han's shoulder.
The ointment is slightly cool to the skin and penetrates into the wound with a warm breath.
Fang Han felt that the pain on his shoulder suddenly eased a lot. The effect of this ointment is extraordinary. If it is exchanged, the contribution value required should be not low. I am afraid that it was obtained from senior sister Yun Muyao.
It's very quiet inside the tent.
There were only the slight sounds of the two breathing, and the occasional slight sound of ointment being applied.
Yun Qianyue applied it carefully, not missing any wound. Her movements were very gentle, as if she was afraid of hurting Fang Han.
Fang Han sat quietly without speaking.
He could feel the temperature coming from Yun Qianyue's fingertips, and could smell the faint, orchid-musk-like fragrance on her body.
After a while, Yun Qianyue finished treating the wounds on Fang Han's back and knelt back down to his original position.
She closed the jade box and handed it back to Fang Han, her eyes falling on his face.
"What... happened today?"
Her voice was still cold, but under the coldness, there was a hint of exploration.
"I met Meng Xian and had a conflict with him."
Fang Han did not accept the jade box, but pushed it back to Yun Qianyue. Knowing how precious this item was, he naturally could not accept it.
He raised his eyes and looked at Yun Qianyue and said.
"Meet Meng Xian?"
Yun Qianyue's pupils shrank slightly.
Meng Xian.
Prodigy Ranking Seventeenth, Nether Pavilion True Disciple, the strength is unfathomable.
This person was quite hostile to Fang Han. On the day of Prefecture City, she had witnessed the confrontation between the two.
"He came to you on his own initiative?"
Yun Qianyue asked.
Fang Han nodded.
Yun Qianyue was worried at first, but soon noticed something strange.
Her eyes once again glanced at the wounds on Fang Han's body. Although there were many wounds, they were not deep and were just flesh wounds.
And Meng Xian...
"What was the result?"
Yun Qianyue asked softly.
Fang Han The corners of his mouth raised slightly, the smile was very light, but it had an indescribable meaning.
"He was hurt more than me."
Yun Qianyue's eyes lit up instantly.
The light flashed away so quickly that it almost seemed like an illusion.
But Fang Han saw it.
He saw a hint of surprise, a hint of disbelief, and a hint of... an unconcealable light flashing through those cold eyes.
"You... won?"
Yun Qianyue's voice was still cold, but underneath that coldness, there was a slight tremor.
Fang Han nodded slightly. "That's right, he took the initiative to retreat."
Take the initiative to retreat.
These four words have more weight than "win".
Yun Qianyue was silent.
She looked at Fang Han quietly, watching Fang Han clearly defeat Prodigy Ranking, the seventeenth Meng Xian, but still maintaining a calm face.
Prodigy Ranking Thirty-sixth...
She originally thought that this ranking was Fang Han's current strength.
Unexpectedly, this is not the true strength of Fang Han at all.
Meng Xian, who can force Prodigy Ranking to be seventeenth, takes the initiative to retreat. In terms of real strength, Fang Han is enough to rank seventeenth, or even higher.
"Senior Brother Fang."
Yun Qianyue suddenly spoke, his voice very soft.
Fang Han raised his eyes and looked at her.
But she didn't say anything else, just shook her head gently. "It's okay."
She stood up and bowed slightly towards Fang Han: "I'm going out first."
After that, he turned around and walked out of the tent.
When she reached the tent door, her steps paused slightly.
"Take good care of yourself."
She didn't look back, and her voice was still cold.
Immediately, the light blue figure opened the curtain and disappeared into the dusk.
Fang Han sat in the tent, looking at the slightly swaying curtain, and was silent for a moment.
He looked down at the wounds on his body that had been carefully treated, and a faint smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The bonfires in the valley gradually lit up, reflecting the night sky brightly.
The returning leaders of each force sat around the fire, chatting about today's monster hunting experiences, and occasionally heard a few hearty laughs.
Azure Profound Sect At the edge of the camp, several disciples were gathering around a campfire, whispering something.
Suddenly, someone hurried over and sat down by the campfire, with a somewhat mysterious look on his face.
"Guess what I just heard?"
"What?"
"About Senior Brother Fang Han."
Hearing the words "Fang Han", several people's eyes were immediately attracted.
"What's wrong with senior brother Fang Han?"
The man lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "I heard that today senior brother Fang Han fought against Meng Xian of the Nether Pavilion."
"Meng Xian? Prodigy Ranking The seventeenth one?"
"Yes, that's him."
"What was the result?"
The mysterious look on the man's face became thicker and his voice lowered. "I heard... Senior Brother Fang Han won, and Meng Xian was defeated."
As soon as these words were spoken, there was a moment of silence around the campfire.
Immediately, someone couldn't help laughing.
"Are you kidding? Senior brother Fang Han is the thirty-sixth in Prodigy Ranking, and Meng Xian is the seventeenth. There is a difference of nineteen places. How can senior brother Fang Han win?"
"Even so, do you believe this? It must be a rumor."
"I heard that Senior Brother Fang Han was injured when he came back today, but not seriously. If he really fought against Meng Xian, how could he only suffer this little injury?"
"I'm afraid this news is false."
The disciple who reported the news was snatched away by everyone, and he looked a little embarrassed and defended:
"I also heard what others said. As for whether it is true, who knows?"
"It must be fake."
"Just listen to this kind of news, don't take it seriously."
Everyone shook their heads and the topic quickly moved elsewhere.
Similar conversations were held around other campfires in the valley.
Some people heard the news about the fight between Fang Han and Meng Xian from the returning team leader, but most people didn't believe it.
Prodigy Ranking The thirty-sixth defeated the seventeenth?
This gap is so huge that it is unbelievable.
Night shrouded the valley, and the light of the bonfire swayed in the breeze, reflecting the faces of the people around him in and out.
Meng Xian The moment he stepped into the meeting point, he noticed the eyes falling on him.
One road, one road.
There is surprise, curiosity, exploration, and some indescribable complexity.
He looked gloomy and walked straight towards the Nether Pavilion's camp without stopping.
There was a dull pain in his bandaged left rib, and every breath affected the wound, making the anger in his heart even more intense.
"That's Meng Xian? How did it get hurt like that?"
"Those wounds... look like sword wounds."
"Sword? Who can hurt him with a sword in the Cloud Mist Mountain Range?"
"I heard that Fang Han of the Azure Profound Sect fought against him today..."
The whispers were very low, but they still reached the ears intermittently.
Meng Xian's face turned even uglier.
He paused slightly and glanced at the disciples who were whispering.
The disciples were swept away by his cold gaze and immediately fell silent, lowering their heads and not daring to speak any more.
Meng Xian snorted coldly and continued walking forward.
He could feel those eyes still falling on his back, like thorns on his back.
Shame.
A shame like never before.
He is Meng Xian, the dignified Prodigy Ranking is the seventeenth, Nether Pavilion True Disciple, and today he was actually forced to retreat voluntarily by a boy who just turned 20 years old.
What's even more hateful is that his miserable appearance was seen by others.
Those whispers and those strange looks were like a slap on his face.
"Fang Han..."
He recited the name silently in his heart, every word filled with deep-seated hatred.
Passing through several bonfires, Nether Pavilion's camp appeared in front of us.
In the center of the camp, a figure wearing a black robe with dark silver patterns stood with his hands behind his back, talking to several Nether Pavilion disciples.
It is You Xin.
Hearing the footsteps, he tilted his head slightly and glanced over with his narrow eyes.
When his eyes fell on Meng Xian, his originally calm pupils shrank slightly.
He didn't speak, just stood there quietly, watching Meng Xian approach.
Meng Xian came to him, stopped and lowered his head slightly.
"You Xin Senior Brother."
His voice was hoarse, with a bit of unspeakable shame.
You Xin's eyes stayed on the wounds on his body for a moment, and then looked at his pale face.
"Are you hurt?"
His voice was dull and there was no hint of emotion or anger.
Meng Xian gritted his teeth and whispered, "Yes."
"Who was hurt?"
You Xin asked.
Meng Xian was silent for a moment, then said with difficulty, "Fang Han."