Chen Wanjun stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the mountain forest, silent for a long time.
He turned around, glanced at everyone, and said in a deep voice:
"Camp on the spot and rest for the night."
Everyone took the order and began to get busy.
The tent was quickly pitched and the bonfire was lit.
Different from last night, the atmosphere tonight was obviously much more relaxed.
Although there were heavy casualties, at least they came out alive.
Those fellow disciples who died in battle will also be brought back and their souls will return to their hometowns.
Fang Han sat beside the campfire, watching the jumping flames and remaining silent.
Yun Qianyue sat beside him, also silent.
The night wind blew by, bringing with it the scent of the mountains and forests, as well as a hint of coolness.
Fang Han raised his head and looked at the night sky.
The stars are shining as usual.
The road to martial arts is never smooth. Survival today does not mean safety tomorrow.
Only by constantly getting stronger can we go further on this road.
He looked away and closed his eyes.
Within the body, <Mystic Wind Art> is running slowly.
Internal Qi is flowing through the meridians, more than twice as fast as before.
The threshold leading to the Fourth Grade Late Stage limit seems to be one step closer.
The night is getting darker.
The campfire gradually extinguished and the campground fell into silence.
Only a few occasional calls of night birds and the faint sound of wind in the distant mountains and forests echoed gently in the night sky.
The next morning, before the mist had cleared, the camp was already busy.
The disciples of each sect put away their tents, packed their belongings, and boarded the carriages parked at the edge of the camp one after another.
The coffins carrying the remains of the fallen were carefully carried on special vehicles and covered with white cloth in a solemn atmosphere.
Fang Han stood next to the Azure Profound Sect's motorcade, his eyes passing over the coffins covered with white cloth - twenty-one, neatly arranged on three carriages.
Beside him, Yun Qianyue stood quietly, his bright eyes above the purple gauze falling on the coffins, silent.
Li Feng is holding a long knife in his arms, his face is more stern than usual.
"Gone."
The voice of Chen Wanjun sounded.
People boarded the car one after another.
Fang Han took one last look at the mist-shrouded mountain forest, turned around and stepped onto the carriage.
The car curtains fell, blocking the outside view.
The wheels were rolling, carrying the team, which had lost nearly 20% of its disciples, in the direction of the Azure Profound Sect.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was dull.
Luo Yuntian sits with his eyes closed, his face is calm, and there is no emotion.
Mad Butcher was sitting on the wall of the car, looking at the roof of the car, wondering what he was thinking.
Chen Wuhen The folding fan in his hand no longer shook, but he just held it quietly.
Su Yuwei lowered his eyes and had no expression on his face.
Fang Han didn't speak either.
The sound of horses' hooves and wheels sounded monotonously, and the scenery outside the window slowly receded.
Three days later.
Azure Profound Sect The majestic mountain gate finally appeared at the end of the field of vision.
The motorcade slowly stopped and everyone got out of the car one after another.
In the square in front of the mountain gate, Deacon, who had already received the news, was waiting with others.
"Vice Hall Master Chen."
A middle-aged Deacon came forward and saluted, but he couldn't help but look at the coffins.
Chen Wanjun nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "Send them back to the sect first so that they can be resettled."
"Yes."
The middle-aged Deacon responded and waved to have the coffin carried into the mountain gate.
Fang Han As everyone stepped into the mountain gate, they walked inwards along the familiar bluestone path.
The disciples I met along the way cast their eyes on their team, which was obviously downsized, and they had different expressions - some were surprised, some were confused, and there was also a hint of uneasiness.
After all, the news cannot be hidden.
In just half a day, the story of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range spread throughout the sect.
Twenty-one General Ranking's first two hundred disciples were killed - this number was like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, causing an uproar.
In front of the Instruction Hall, several disciples gathered together and talked in low voices.
"Have you heard? Our sect lost twenty-one people during this monster hunt..."
"Twenty-one? Isn't that one out of every five people who go..."
"It is said that we were attacked by monsters at night. If Deputy Hall Master Chen and the others had not fought to the death, they would have suffered even more damage."
"How could this happen?"
On the sidelines of the martial arts performance, several disciples who were resting were also talking.
"Twenty-one, those are all the top two hundred elites of General Ranking..."
"I didn't expect something like this to happen."
In the dining hall, some disciples no longer even thought about eating, and gathered together in twos and threes, with serious expressions on their faces.
"The first two hundred disciples, who are the backbone of our sect, lost twenty-one at once..."
"I know some of those who died in battle, and we did missions together last year..."
In the Law Enforcement Hall hall, several Deacons were sorting out files, occasionally chatting in low tones with heavy tones.
The news spread to every hospital and hall, and when Deacon and Elder heard it, they were all silent.
Twenty-one General Ranking's first two hundred disciples are a loss that cannot be ignored for the Azure Profound Sect.
The discussion echoed throughout the sect and continued for a long time.
No. 35 Annex.
When Fang Han stepped into the courtyard, Qui Lan had already come up to him with the courtyard attendants.
"Brother, you are back."
Qui Lan's voice was as respectful as ever, but his eyes rested on Fang Han's damaged green robe for a moment, with a trace of worry flashing in his eyes.
Fang Han nodded slightly, walked straight in without saying anything.
Cross the courtyard and enter the room.
He untied Cloudsplitter Sword, placed it on the sword stand, and put his luggage aside.
"Brother, the hot water is ready."
Qui Lan's voice sounded outside the door.
Fang Han responded, pushed the door open and walked into the bathroom.
The bathroom was clean and tidy, with a huge wooden barrel in the middle, steaming hot, and a few fragrant medicinal leaves floating on the water.
He took off his robe and stepped into the bucket.
The warm water overflowed his body and enveloped his entire body.
The fatigue of running around for days, and the tension of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range fighting, seemed to be melted away by the warm water at this moment, and escaped from the limbs and bones.
He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall of the barrel, letting the warmth penetrate his skin and penetrate deep into his bones.
As for the wounds on my body, they have scabbed over after three days of traveling, so there is no need to worry about infection.
Time passes slowly.
I don't know how long it took before Fang Han opened his eyes and stood up from the bucket.
Putting on clean underwear, he returned to the bedroom.
The bed has been made, and the bedding is soft and dry, exuding a faint smell of sunshine.
Fang Han Lie down and close your eyes.
Once his spirit relaxed, the accumulated exhaustion would come like a tide and quickly drown him.
He fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The next day.
The morning light poured into the room through the window lattice, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground.
Fang Han opened his eyes and lay quietly for a moment, feeling the abundant energy in his body.
The fatigue of running around for days was finally gone after seven or eight hours of deep sleep.
He got up, washed briefly, and put on a clean green robe.
As soon as I walked out of the bedroom, there was a sound of footsteps outside the courtyard door.
Qui Lan came quickly and bowed. "Senior brother, a disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall came to send a message, saying that Deputy Hall Master Chen asked you to go to the Law Enforcement Hall immediately."
Fang Han nodded slightly. "I understand."
He walked out of the courtyard and walked along the familiar bluestone path towards the Law Enforcement Hall.
The disciples I met along the way still stopped to salute.
But there was more curiosity in those eyes than before, curious about what happened to Fang Han and others in the Cloud Mist Mountain Range.
Fang Han was not in a good mood and moved faster.
The Law Enforcement Hall hall was still solemn and solemn. After the announcement, a disciple on duty led him to the Side Hall.
There are already seven people in the hall.
Luo Yuntian is sitting on the chair to the left of the head above, with a calm face and a calm breath.
Mad Butcher sat under him, his burly body filling the pear wood chair. Seeing Fang Han come in, he raised his eyes and nodded slightly.
Chen Wuhen sat opposite Mad Butcher, still holding the folding fan in his hand, but did not shake it, just put it quietly on his lap.
Su Yuwei was wearing a plain white dress with a cold face. Seeing Fang Han come in, her eyes stayed on him for a moment and then moved away.
Liu Ruyan, Wang Miao, and Yang Zhe were sitting on the other side. Seeing Fang Han come in, they all nodded in greeting.
Adding Fang Han, there are exactly eight people.
Cloud Mist Mountain Range During the demon hunting operation, Azure Profound Sect General Ranking's top ten eight disciples who are in the sect are all here.
Fang Han sat down on the empty chair and nodded to Luo Yuntian and others.
When something like that happened, the few people didn't talk about sex, they just nodded in response.
Not long after, steady footsteps were heard outside the hall.
The eight people looked at each other.
A figure stepped in.
It is Chen Wanjun.
He was wearing dark blue regular clothes today, not a Elder robe, but he still had such a dignified demeanor that people didn't dare to look directly at him.
The eight people stood up together and bowed their hands:
"Vice Hall Master Chen."
Chen Wanjun nodded slightly and motioned for everyone to sit down.
He walked up to the main seat and sat down. He glanced at the eight people and a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
"Everyone's here."
He got straight to the point and had no unnecessary politeness.
"I called you here today because I have something to tell you."
The eight people looked at each other and waited quietly for the next step.
Chen Wanjun continued:
"Cloud Mist Mountain Range The monster hunting operation was attacked by monsters at night and suffered a lot of damage. However, the eight of you performed well in this operation. You killed many monsters and protected your fellow sects."
He paused and continued:
"In view of the danger of this mission and your outstanding performance, the sect has decided to increase the previously promised reward from one Minor Merit to two Minor Merit."
As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the eight people in the hall flashed with unconcealable surprise.
Minor Merit, this is something more precious than contribution value.
Contribution points can be exchanged for Danyao, weapons, and ordinary skills, but those truly top resources - grandmaster-level skills, rare Danyao, heavenly materials and earthly treasures, etc. - all need to be redeemed with merit.
Three Minor Merit can be combined into one Major Merit, and one Major Merit can be exchanged for a master-level skill.
The originally promised Minor Merit is already an extremely generous reward.
Now, it is doubled directly and becomes two Minor Merit.
This reward is not generous.
Luo Yuntian and others couldn't help but be happy, but they didn't show it. After all, something like that happened, so it was not appropriate to show too much joy.
Fang Han also felt a surge of joy in his heart.
Now the reward is doubled and you get two Minor Merit.
In addition to the two Minor Merit he had accumulated before, he now has four Minor Merit, which is enough to synthesize one Major Merit, and there is still one Minor Merit left.
This means that existing contributions can be exchanged for a master-level skill.