The next morning, mist was like a veil, covering the camp in the valley.
When Fang Han walked out of the tent, it was not bright yet, and only a line of fish belly white was visible on the eastern skyline.
Beside the bonfire, several Azure Profound Sect disciples who had gotten up early were preparing breakfast. When they saw him coming out, they all bowed and saluted.
"Senior Brother Fang."
Fang Han nodded slightly, sat down by a campfire, took the hot porridge and barbecue from a disciple, and slowly ate it.
The morning breeze carried the moisture from the forest and brushed against my cheeks, dispelling the remaining sleepiness.
After breakfast, he got up and walked outside the camp.
"Senior Brother Fang is going deep again today?"
one disciple asked.
Fang Han nodded without saying much.
Without stopping, he soon disappeared into the forest filled with morning mist.
Stepping into the mountain forest, Fang Han's footsteps did not go straight into the depths like yesterday, but stopped.
He took a deep breath, and <Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art> began to circulate slowly in his body.
This hidden secret technique that he rarely used was pushed to its extreme at this moment.
The vigorous vitality that belongs to the Fourth Grade Late Stage warrior around him, and the energy fluctuations naturally emitted by Internal Qi as it circulates, quickly become introverted and silent like the ebbing tide.
The skin temperature drops slightly, the heartbeat becomes slow and long, and the sound of breathing is almost inaudible.
In yesterday's battle with Meng Xian, although he defeated Meng Xian and resolved the crisis, it would inevitably make Nether Pavilion more fearful.
With the relationship between the Nether Pavilion and Azure Profound Sect, they will never give up and will probably send You Xin to deal with him.
If you enter the mountain today, the opponent is likely to make some moves.
He must be cautious.
After confirming that the aura had been suppressed to the lowest level, Fang Han took another step, heading deeper into the Cloud Mist Mountain Range.
--
At the same time, on the other side of the valley camp, the area where Nether Pavilion is stationed.
In a tent, You Xin stood in front of the tent with his hands behind his hands, looking at the mountain forest shrouded in morning mist outside the camp.
Behind him, a middle-aged man wearing Deacon clothing stood with his head bowed.
This person has an ordinary face, slightly dark complexion, but a pair of eyes that are particularly bright. When he glances around, he seems to be able to Insight the slightest detail.
His name is Yan Jiu, and he is one of the Deacons among the Nether Pavilion who are good at tracking. He is especially good at scent tracking and is quite famous in the cabinet.
"Yan Deacon." You Xin spoke with a calm voice.
"You True Disciple." Yan Jiu said politely.
"Today you come with me into the mountains."
You Xin turned around, a cold light flashed in his narrow eyes.
"Looking for someone."
"I wonder who True Disciple is looking for?"
"Fang Han." You Xin said lightly, "Azure Profound Sect that one."
Yan Jiu was startled for a moment, then nodded. "I understand."
You Xin said no more, opened the curtain and strode out.
Yan Jiu follows closely.
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Fang Han walked through the forest, <Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art> always maintained, suppressing his own aura to a minimum.
<Spirit Sniffing Art> Operating at full strength, all the auras within several miles around are present in the perception.
The aura of the monster is still dense, and because it goes deeper into the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, the aura becomes more powerful.
He passed through a dense bush, and the sound of gurgling water came from ahead.
A stream appeared in front of me.
The stream is not wide, about two or three feet, and is crystal clear, gurgling through the pebbled river bed.
The sun shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves, jumping on the water, making the waves sparkling.
Fang Han paused slightly.
After days of hunting and fighting with monsters every day, his body was already stained with blood and dust.
Yesterday, I was sweating all over after fighting against the giant python and Meng Xian. It was sticky to my body at the moment and was quite uncomfortable.
He glanced across the stream and felt it for a moment.
<Spirit Sniffing Art> Next, within a hundred feet radius, except for the scent of a few ordinary beasts, there were no monsters lurking.
He was still worried, so he walked along the stream for a while and carefully felt the bottom of the water - the stream was clear and pebbles were visible. If there was a monster hiding, it would be impossible to hide it from his senses.
After confirming that everything was safe, he stopped next to a flat bluestone by the stream.
Untie Cloudsplitter Sword, take off your robe, and step into the stream.
The cool water of the stream flows over the ankles and calves, dispelling the heat and fatigue caused by days of fighting.
He leaned over, held water in his hands, and poured it on himself.
The water slides over the skin, taking away the blood and sweat stains, leaving a refreshing feeling.
Fang Han washed away the stains on his body, put on a clean green robe, and put Cloudsplitter Sword behind him again.
The refreshing feeling refreshed him.
He moved his muscles and bones, feeling the energy and blood in his body that was becoming more surging due to Golden Flame Sacred Lotus, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
Today's hunting officially begins.
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On a ridge, You Xin and Yan Jiu stand side by side.
Yan Jiu The wings of his nose twitched slightly, and his brows gradually furrowed.
"How?" You Xin asked.
Yan Jiu was silent for a moment, and felt it carefully before shaking his head, his voice a little unbelievable:
"Returning to True Disciple, I... failed to track the aura of Fang Han."
You Xin raised his eyebrows slightly.
Unable to track?
Yan Jiu knows what he is capable of.
This person's attainments in scent tracking are also among the best among the Nether Pavilion.
As long as the target passes somewhere within three days, he can find traces by following the remaining breath.
"This man is extremely cautious."
Yan Jiu looks a little ugly.
"He suppressed his own aura with some brilliant concealment technique. The aura was so light that it almost didn't exist. I... couldn't lock it."
You Xin was silent.
He looked towards the vast forest in the distance, and an indescribable gloom flashed through his narrow eyes.
Hidden secrets.
Not only is this son Sword Technique fierce, Body Movement ghostly, and has amazing physical defense, he also has the ability to the Proficiency Realm conceal his aura.
Meng Xian was defeated at the hands of this person. It was really not unfair.
"Keep looking."
You Xin said calmly, with no emotion or anger in his voice.
"Okay."
Yan Jiu bowed and ran Tracking Secret Technique at full strength again, his nose quivering, trying to capture the wisp of Fang Han from the complex mountain and forest atmosphere.
However, one hour passed, two hours passed--
Until the sun set in the west, he could not find any trace of Fang Han.
The breath of Fang Han seemed to be completely integrated into the mountain forest and disappeared without a trace.
--
"Whoosh!"
The figure of Fang Han shuttled through the forest, <Windcloud Escape> was used with all its strength, and the speed was so fast that only a light cyan afterimage was left behind.
<Spirit Sniffing Art> is always running, sensing everything around it.
A monster's aura appeared hundreds of feet ahead, cold, violent, and with a sense of oppression - not much weaker than the giant python yesterday.
He didn't go around, but went straight.
After passing through a dense forest, there is a relatively open rocky slope ahead.
In the center of the rocky slope, a huge monster was lying on a huge bluestone, seemingly taking a nap.
It was a monster that looked like a male lion, but it was several times larger than an ordinary lion. It was covered with red mane, and looked like a burning flame in the sunlight.
A pair of eyes are Dark Gold, revealing unabashed cruelty.
Fang Han did not hesitate, Cloudsplitter Sword took out the sheath.
Cut it out with one sword.
There is no temptation or reservation in this sword.
Fourth Grade Late Stage's <Mystic Wind Art>Internal Qi, Greater Accomplishment<Void-Sundering Nine Swords>'s Sword Intent, and the one hundred thousand kilograms of physical strength - the three are superimposed and poured into this sword.
The sword light was condensed like a line of green light, tearing Void Sundering energy and making an extremely sharp tearing sound.
The red lion demon didn't even have time to react before he was struck by the sword light.
"Pfft--!"
Bloody light burst out.
This powerful monster that could give ordinary Fourth Grade Late Stage warriors a headache, its huge body fell to the ground, twitched twice, and made no sound again.
Kill with one sword.
Fang Han Sheathed the sword, walked to the demon corpse, and thought slightly.
"Recharge."
[Possessed Wealth: 73.02 million silver → 73.57 million silver]
He nodded slightly, stood up again, and swept towards the next place.
One head, two heads, three heads...
Fang Han is like the god of death harvesting life, shuttling through the mountains and forests.
Every monster, no matter how strong or weak, will be killed by his full sword.
Those powerful monsters whose strength is comparable to Fourth Grade Late Stage Extreme Warrior may be able to sustain a few more moves, but that's all.
In front of his ghostly Body Movement and his unparalleled fierce Sword Intent, he cannot escape the fate of falling.
The sun is getting higher and setting towards the west.
Fang Han hunted tirelessly, and every time he swung his sword, a monster fell down.
[73.82 million]
[74.27 million]
[75.13 million]
[76.38 million]
The wealth numbers on System Panel are growing at an alarming rate.
In the evening, the setting sun dyed the mountains and forests into a dark golden red.
Fang Han stood on a ridge, panting slightly.
In front of him was the corpse of a Bear Demon that had just fallen. This Bear Demon was extremely powerful, comparable to the best among Fourth Grade Late Stage extreme warriors. It took him more than ten moves to kill it.
"Recharge."
As soon as the thought fell, Bear Demon's body disappeared.
[Possessed Wealth: 88.65 million silver → 89.2 million silver]
Fang Han's eyes fell on the row of numbers, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.
89.2 million.
Today, he hunted nearly thirty Middle Third Grade monsters, and his wealth increased by a total of fifteen million taels.
Such a terrifying rate of making money even surprised him.
And all of this stems from no longer hiding strength.
With one hundred thousand kilograms of physical strength, he exerts all his strength, and combined with Fourth Grade Late Stage Internal Qi and Greater Accomplishment Sword Intent, his attack power has reached an astonishing height.
Those Fourth Grade monsters that used to require dozens of fights to be killed can now often be killed with just one sword.
The efficiency of hunting monsters will naturally increase exponentially.
"It's only ten million away."
Fang Han whispered to himself, his voice drifting gently in the dusk.
One hundred million taels.
One hundred million taels required to open the next level Talent Amplification.
I originally thought it would be good if we could get it all together before the end of this monster hunting operation, but now it seems--
It can be achieved tomorrow.
He sheathed his sword, took a deep breath, and suppressed the anticipation in his heart.
<Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art> started working again, suppressing his aura to the lowest level. He swayed and flew towards the meeting point.
The figure blends into the fading dusk.
After running for about half an hour, it was completely dark.
A crescent moon climbed up the branches, casting a cool glow. The fog gradually rose in the forest, and the vision became hazy.
Suddenly--
Fang Han's forward body suddenly stopped and landed firmly on a thick branch.
<Spirit Sniffing Art> Working at full strength, his eyes looked through the layers of branches and leaves to the side and in the direction about five hundred feet away.
There, there was an aura like a dormant abyss, deep, cold, and violent, with a heart-stopping sense of oppression.
The aura was far stronger than any monster he had encountered today.
Even far beyond the giant python guarding Golden Flame Sacred Lotus.