"Leifan's words are right."
Huiming The old monk put his hands together and spoke in a calm voice.
"If the monster really escapes, then this matter will be in trouble."
He paused and glanced at everyone.
"According to the poor monk's opinion, we will return to the sect first and let each sect send out personnel to investigate everywhere in the county. If any trace of the monster is found, we will work together to deal with it."
Everyone pondered for a moment and nodded.
"That's all it can do."
Liu Meiniang sighed softly and dispersed the small flower with concentrated Gang Qi in his hand.
Bai Yujing said nothing, just nodded slightly.
Li Hanjiang stood with his hands behind his hands. The pair of Gray-White's eyes stayed on Gu Changqing for a moment, then moved away and nodded as well.
Gu Changqing stood with his hands behind his hands, looking into the depths of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range. There was a hint of worry in his eyes as deep as an ancient well.
After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly.
"Then it's settled."
Huiming The old monk put his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name.
The seven figures no longer stayed, each unfolded Body Movement and disappeared into the sinking dusk.
Azure Profound Sect, No. 35 Annex.
Fang Han sat cross-legged among Quiet Room and slowly finished his exercises.
With a bone growth rate of up to 256 times, his current cultivation speed can be described as a rocket.
After just one practice, <Mystic Wind Art>Internal Qi in the body has grown tremendously, and is not far from the Fourth Grade Late Stage limit.
He opened his eyes, a light flashed in his eyes, stood up, and pushed open Quiet Room's door.
The morning sun shines down, bringing warmth, and the grass and trees in the courtyard have sprouted green shoots, and they are full of vitality.
Several days have passed since Cloud Mist Mountain Range returned.
In the past few days, except for necessary rest and eating, he devoted almost all his time to cultivation.
<Void-Sundering Nine Swords>'s practice accounts for most of it.
But trying to break through to Greater Accomplishment was more difficult than expected. A few days passed, but the last step was still missing.
It felt like there was a layer of gauze through which you could clearly see the scene behind the gauze, but you couldn't lift it.
This is normal.
<Void-Sundering Nine Swords> As the top Sword Technique, he is known for his extremely difficult training.
As for the bottleneck from Greater Accomplishment to the Perfection Realm, the difficulty can be said to be the biggest in the entire Sword Technique. Many people are stuck for several years or more than ten years.
Some people are even stuck at this step and cannot break through for the rest of their lives.
Even if he has Sword Art Talent that is improved by Sword-Shaped Grass, and Sword Art Talent Amplification that is as high as 128 times, he cannot break through overnight.
However, he believed that this bottleneck could not trap him, nor could it trap him for long.
Suppressing the irritability in his heart, Fang Han walked to the courtyard and sat down cross-legged on a piece of bluestone.
"Practice other things and change your mood!"
Temporarily putting aside Sword Art's training, Fang Han turned to practicing the secret technique <Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art>.
He rarely devoted time to practicing this High Grade secret technique.
After all, compared to Sword Technique, Body Movement, internal strength, and Horizontal Training, the secret technique of concealing aura is only an auxiliary after all.
But in the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, You Xin sent Deacon who was good at tracking to search for him. If he hadn't practiced <Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art> and reached Minor Accomplishment, suppressing his aura to the extreme, he might have been tracked by Deacon.
By then, the consequences of being blocked by You Xin will be unimaginable.
Although this secret technique can be used only rarely, its importance is not small.
"Buzz--"
At a certain moment, a mysterious and profound understanding came to Fang Han's heart.
A soft cry that only he could feel resounded from deep within his body.
Following this soft cry, the aura on his body suddenly changed, becoming more restrained and more like a dead thing.
"I didn't expect that the first person to break through was <Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art>..."
Fang Han slowly opened his eyes, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
He stood up, his mind moved slightly, and he ran <Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art> with all his strength, feeling the limit of his ability to hide his breath.
In an instant, the vigorous vitality that belonged to the Fourth Grade Late Stage warrior around him, and the energy fluctuations that naturally emitted when Internal Qi circulated, quickly became introverted and silent like the ebbing tide.
The skin temperature decreases and becomes consistent with the environment, the heartbeat becomes slow and long, and the sound of breathing is almost inaudible.
At this moment, even if he stood in front of others, he would probably be mistaken for a lifeless stone or a piece of rotten wood.
Compared with Minor Accomplishment, the concealment effect is more than twice as strong.
"With this secret technique, even if you are tracked by a powerful enemy in the future, you will be more sure of escaping."
Fang Han is satisfied.
In the next few days, Fang Han still devoted all his time to the cultivation of <Void-Sundering Nine Swords>.
He suppressed his previous impatience and began to become calm.
The more advanced the martial arts practice is, the more difficult it will be to break through. He has already understood this.
One day.
Fang Han stood in the courtyard, Cloudsplitter Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, closed his eyes and concentrated.
In my mind, the sword techniques of <Void-Sundering Nine Swords> are flowing, and the moves, changes, and Artistic Conception that I have long been familiar with slowly unfold like a scroll.
Suddenly--
He opened his eyes.
Cloudsplitter Sword unsheathed.
This sword was neither fast nor slow, neither hard nor soft, it was just a sword stabbing out in an ordinary way.
However, wherever the sword tip passed, a thin crack appeared in the air silently.
The fine mark was very light, so light that it was almost invisible, but it lasted longer than any previous time.
The moment the sword tip stopped, the fine mark remained for a long time before slowly closing.
Fang Han stood with his sword in hand, a glimmer of understanding flashing in his eyes.
So that's it.
The true meaning of "Void Sundering" does not lie in how fast or fierce it is, but in "sharpness".
It is so sharp that even a slow sword can tear through the void.
The difference between the Perfection Realm and Greater Accomplishment is the last "sharpness".
He closed his eyes and savored the feeling of the sword strike just now.
It felt mysterious and profound, as if it resonated with the invisible "power" between heaven and earth.
The sword is no longer a sword, but an extension of his will; the wind is no longer wind, but a carrier of his power.
He opened his eyes again.
Cloudsplitter Sword thrust out again.
This time, it was a bit more "sharp" than before.
Wherever the sword tip passed, the air cracked again with a thin mark.
The fine marks were lighter than before, but more solid, as if even the space itself had been torn open by this sword.
He sheathed his sword and thrust out again.
Once, twice, three times...
Each sword is more smooth and natural than the last one.
The stagnation that had troubled him for a long time disappeared at this moment.
After thrusting the sword for an unknown number of times, he suddenly stopped.
Stand with the sword in hand, close your eyes and concentrate.
After a moment, he opened his eyes, with a flash of light in his eyes, and thrust out the sword again.
There was no temptation or hesitation with this sword, it was just a simple thrust.
However, the moment the sword thrust out--
The world seemed to freeze for a moment.
Wherever the sword tip passed, the air cracked silently with a thin mark that was about ten feet long.
The fine marks were as clear as a knife cutting through the paper, and they lingered for a long time.
An unprecedented mysterious feeling came to my heart, which was the perfect resonance with "Wind Momentum" between heaven and earth.
"Finally Perfection Realm!"
Fang Han put away his sword and stood up, with a trace of unconcealable joy flashing in his eyes.
<Void-Sundering Nine Swords> Finally reached Perfection Realm.
He could clearly feel that his control over "Wind Momentum" had skyrocketed from 70% to 100%.
It seems to be only a 30% improvement, but the magnitude of the improvement is extremely exaggerated.
A qualitative leap has occurred.
Sword Intent's level of condensation, sharpness, and even the ability to mobilize the power of heaven and earth are incomparable.
He stabbed out with his sword.
Wherever the sword tip passed, the air cracked again with a thin mark.
The power is several times stronger than that of Greater Accomplishment.
"If we meet Meng Xian again..."
Fang Han felt a surge of confidence in his heart.
In the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, he fought with Meng Xian. Although he forced him to retreat, he also spent a lot of effort. It can be said that he used all his methods.
Now <Void-Sundering Nine Swords> Perfection Realm, Sword Intent's power has increased several times. If he encounters Meng Xian again, he is sure to kill him within a few dozen moves.
He sheathed his sword and let out a long breath.
<Void-Sundering Nine Swords>Perfection Realm means that he has reached the end of Top-tier Martial Art along the way to Sword Technique.
The next step is to exchange for Grandmaster-level Sword Technique and cultivate a higher-level Grandmaster-level Sword Technique.
He has already saved up enough of the Major Merit needed to redeem the master-level Sword Technique.
"Go to the Library Pavilion now!"
Fang Han quickly walked out of the courtyard and headed towards the Library Pavilion.
Library Pavilion still stands tall and majestic, with flying eaves and brackets, full of ancient charm.
Fang Han Passed through the lobby on the first floor and spiraled up the familiar wooden stairs.
The stair handrails were rubbed smooth and moist by countless hands, exuding a light woody fragrance.
He walked steadily and soon reached the fourth floor.
At the entrance to the fourth floor, the familiar figure of Elder Mo is still leaning behind the sandalwood table.
He was holding an ancient book and was reading it carefully.
The sun shines through the window lattice, coating his gray beard and hair with a layer of warm gold.
Hearing the footsteps, he slowly raised his eyes and saw it was Fang Han, a trace of gentleness flashed across his weathered eyes.
"Fang Han is here."
Elder Mo put down the book, his voice was old but rich, with the unique kindness of elders to younger generations.
"Elder Mo."
Fang Han took a few steps forward and bowed in a respectful manner.
Elder Mo nodded slightly, his eyes lingered on Fang Han, and asked with a hint of exploration in his tone.
"Fang Han, that master-level Horizontal Training technique <Black Tortoise True Art>, how are you practicing? Have you succeeded in practicing it?"
"Return to Elder, the disciple has already practiced <Black Tortoise True Art> Beginner stage."
Fang Han raised his head, met Elder Mo's gaze, and said calmly.
Just following his words, the fourth floor of the Library Pavilion fell into a brief silence.
Elder Mo stretched out his hand to pick up the tea cup and paused imperceptibly in the air.
On his wrinkled face, the original gentle smile instantly solidified and turned into a trace of slight astonishment.
Those eyes were fixedly looking at Fang Han, as if they wanted to read something from his face.
After a moment, he asked with a surprised tone.
"Not only did you succeed in cultivation, but you also became Beginner stage so quickly?"
"Yes, this disciple is lucky enough to have cultivated <Black Tortoise True Art> to the level of Beginner stage."
Fang Han nodded, his expression still calm.