The news seemed to have wings, starting from the Rain Listening Hall, and quickly spread to all parts of the sect.
In the Mission Hall, several disciples walked in while talking.
"Have you heard? Fang Han Senior Brother Prodigy Ranking is the fifteenth!"
"I just heard that it was promoted by twenty-one points at once. This is too exaggerated."
"I Beginner stage have been five years old and only General Ranking is ninety-eighth, but senior brother Fang Han is already..."
On the martial arts field, several disciples who had just finished their morning training were sitting together.
"Tell me, how does Senior Brother Fang Han practice?"
"Who knows, talent is something you can't envy."
In the dining hall, discussions were happening one after another.
"The fifteenth, that's Prodigy Ranking's fifteenth. Among the entire Qingyang Prefecture younger generation, there are only fourteen people left who can hold down Senior Brother Fang Han."
"And Fang Han, senior brother, is only twenty years old. Among those ranked higher than him, who is not in their twenties?"
"At the current rate of improvement, I'm afraid senior brother Fang Han will reach the top of Prodigy Ranking in less than a year!"
Deep in True Transmission Courtyard, there is a quiet and elegant courtyard.
There are several trees planted in the courtyard, and their shadows are dancing and rustling in the morning breeze.
A shallow stream passes through the corner of the courtyard, and the gurgling water adds to the tranquility.
This is the residence of True Disciple's disciple Yun Muyao.
Yun Muyao was wearing a plain white long skirt, with green silk like a waterfall, draped casually on her shoulders.
The face was still covered with the pure white gauze, revealing only a pair of eyes as clear as a cold pool.
She stood in front of the window, breathing the fresh morning air.
The door was pushed open gently.
A light blue figure walked in.
Yun Qianyue is wearing a light cyan dress today, with a light purple gauze covering her face, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.
She held a book in her hand that still smelled of ink, and walked to Yun Muyao.
"Sister, the list has been sent."
Yun Muyao turned around and took the Prodigy Ranking from Yun Qianyue.
Open it and scan it from bottom to top.
"Seventeenth, Yun Muyao (Azure Profound Sect)."
When she saw that her ranking dropped to seventeenth, her eyes as clear as a cold pool fluctuated slightly.
"Fifteenth, Fang Han (Azure Profound Sect)."
When she saw that Fang Han's Prodigy Ranking's ranking had been promoted to fifteenth, the fluctuation in her eyes became more intense.
was surpassed.
Although I had anticipated it for a long time, I knew that this day would come sooner or later.
But when he actually saw his name buried under that familiar name, Yun Muyao still had an indescribable complex emotion in his heart.
The emotion was neither anger nor unwillingness, but a faint, indescribable depression.
She raised her head and her eyes fell on Yun Qianyue beside her.
Yun Qianyue is also looking at the book. She just saw that Fang Han's Prodigy Ranking's ranking has been promoted to fifteenth. Her cold eyes are slightly curved.
That's a smile.
Although it was very faint, so faint that you wouldn't notice it if you didn't look carefully, but she, who knew Yun Qianyue very well, could see it clearly.
Her sister is happy that Fang Han has surpassed her.
The depression in her heart suddenly increased.
"Qian Yue."
She spoke in a cold voice.
"Sister, what's wrong?"
Yun Qianyue raised his head and looked at his sister, the smile in his eyes had not completely subsided.
"My ranking was surpassed by Fang Han, but you seem to be very happy?"
Yun Muyao looked into his sister's eyes and spoke in an unkind tone.
"No... no!"
Yun Qianyue was slightly startled and quickly suppressed his smile.
Her voice was still cold, but underneath that coldness, there seemed to be a hint of... guilty conscience?
"I remember someone said that I was just from the same school as Fang Han, but now I am happy that Fang Han has surpassed me..."
There was a trace of amusement in Yun Muyao's eyes as clear as a cold pool.
His eyes fell on Yun Qianyue's face, his voice was cold and a bit joking.
"Sister!"
Yun Qianyue's face turned red instantly.
The blush spread from her cheeks to her ears, and even her neck, which was exposed outside the purple gauze, was dyed a light pink.
There was a rare hint of embarrassment in his voice.
Seeing Yun Qianyue's embarrassed look, Yun Muyao's mood suddenly improved.
The majestic building complex is built against the mountain, and it is magnificent. The black palaces are stacked on top of each other, extending from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside.
The halls are connected by corridors, with dark stone pillars standing every few feet on both sides of the corridor, with strange flame patterns carved on the pillars.
This is where Nether Pavilion's sect is.
At this moment, deep inside the Nether Pavilion, in a magnificent hall, a figure stood with his hands behind his back.
This is a man who looks to be in his fifties, tall and thin.
He was wearing a pitch-black robe, with complicated flame patterns embroidered on the corners of the robe with dark gold threads, faintly visible under the dim green light.
He has a pale face, slightly convex cheekbones, and a pale complexion that has not been exposed to sunlight all year round.
The eye sockets are deep-set, but the eyes are surprisingly bright. When opening and closing, the light flickers, like two ancient wells with no bottom.
He is Li Wushang, the deputy master of the Nether Pavilion, known as "You Quan".
First Grade's peak cultivation level, within the Nether Pavilion, is second only to the pavilion master and Supreme Elder.
At this moment, Li Wushang was holding a thin book in his hand and his eyes fell on one of the pages.
On that page, it was clearly written--
No. 15: Fang Han (Azure Profound Sect).
His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"Fifteenth..."
He repeated in a low voice, his voice low and hoarse, like the cold wind passing through dead branches on a winter night.
After a moment, he raised his eyes and looked down at the hall.
There, a figure wearing a black robe with dark silver patterns stood with his head lowered.
It is You Xin.
"You Xin."
Li Wushang spoke, his voice was not loud, but it echoed in the hall.
"The disciple is here."
You Xin raised his head and met Li Wushang's gaze.
There was no fluctuation in those narrow eyes, they were as calm as water.
Li Wushang threw the book in his hand towards You Xin. The book drew an arc in the air and landed firmly in You Xin's hand.
You Xin glanced down and his eyes fell on the fifteenth position.
His pupils shrank slightly.
Fang Han.
Fifteenth.
Last month it was thirty-six, and this month it is fifteen.
This speed of improvement...
"This kid is growing up too fast."
Li Wushang's voice echoed in the hall, carrying a depressing chill.
"Duan Wuya was seriously injured by him, and Meng Xian was defeated in his hands. Now he is ranked fifteenth. In a few days, I am afraid that even you will be trampled under his feet."
"Deputy Pavilion Master Li, this disciple understands the threat posed by this man, but he is now on guard, hiding in the Azure Profound Sect, not giving him any chance at all."
You Xin was silent for a moment and then slowly spoke.
"I will create opportunities for you."
Li Wushang stood with his hands behind his hands, staring at You Xin with his deep eyes, and was silent for a moment.
His voice was low, yet filled with unquestionable majesty.
"You just need to be prepared, and when the time comes, be sure to kill it."
"Yes, disciple, I obey."
You Xin was slightly startled, then bowed and answered.
"Go down."
Li Wushang nodded slightly and waved his hand.
You Xin bowed, turned around and strode out of the hall.
Behind him, Li Wushang stood with his hands behind his hands, looking towards the mountains and forests outside the palace. A cold light flashed in his deep eyes.
Fang Han...
This son cannot be kept.
In the deep spring season, Azure Profound Mountain is full of greenery.
Inside No. 35 Annex, Fang Han stood in the center of the open space, closing his eyes and concentrating.
<Windcloud Escape>'s thoughts slowly flowed through my mind.
Since taking Howling Moon Spirit Deer Horn and Body Movement Talent, his Body Movement cultivation progress has been greatly improved.
Before I knew it, I was very close to the Mastery Realm.
He opened his eyes and moved.
"Whoosh--"
The courtyard suddenly turned into a sea of afterimages.
Fang Han's figure is like a ghost, turning left and right, looking in front and sometimes behind.
The speed was astonishingly fast, but strangely it didn't make much noise.
Sometimes he was as fast as the wind, passing across the opposite corner of the courtyard in an instant.
Sometimes it floats like clouds, leaving a trail of afterimages in a small area.
Sometimes it stops suddenly and suddenly starts, with no warning at the turning point, as if it is completely unfettered by inertia.
This performance is much smoother and smoother than a few months ago.
However, Fang Han's brows frowned slightly.
"Wrong!"
He stopped and stood there, savoring the feeling just now.
The speed is enough, the flexibility is enough, and the mellowness between turns is enough.
But I always felt like something was missing.
He closed his eyes, and the general outline of <Windcloud Escape> emerged in his mind - the wind is invisible, the clouds are impermanent, and if the wind and clouds combine, there will be no trace.
"No trace to be found."
He chewed these four words over and over again.
In the past, it was understood that "no trace" means fast, so fast that the opponent cannot catch it; it means change, so fast that the opponent cannot predict it.
But at this moment, he vaguely felt that this understanding seemed to be shallow.
The real tracelessness may not be simply rapidity and change, but -
He opened his eyes, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes.
Rather, it blends with heaven and earth.
Let yourself become part of the wind and part of the cloud, so that what your opponent perceives is no longer "a person", but "a gust of wind" and "a cloud".
He moved again.
This time, he did not pursue extreme speed, nor did he deliberately show weird changes.
He just walked casually.
With one step, his figure floated three feet away.
It felt as if he was not moving, but was being held by the wind or carried by the clouds, and was naturally drifting somewhere.
Step two, step three--
His figure is getting faster and faster, but the feeling of "fastness" is getting weaker and weaker.
Instead, there is an indescribable "nature".
As if he should have been there, as if he was a wisp of wind or a cloud between heaven and earth.
The branches and leaves of the ancient trees in the courtyard only swayed slightly when he passed by, as if they were just blown by an ordinary spring breeze.
But the "whirring" sound of the wind has long since disappeared.
Only the occasional slight fluttering of clothes proved that someone was indeed moving there.
Fang Han's mind is completely immersed in this mysterious realm.
He no longer thinks about the changes in Body Movement, and no longer cares about the operation of Internal Qi.
Just let your body move with your mind, and let your mind turn with the world.
One step, two steps, three steps--
Ten steps, a hundred steps--
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly stopped.
Standing in the courtyard, he is not disturbed by the dust.
He opened his eyes, and there was a trace of unconcealable joy in his eyes.
"<Windcloud Escape>, Greater Accomplishment."
He whispered to himself in a low voice, with a hint of suppressed excitement in his voice.
Shortly after the breakthrough of <Void-Sundering Nine Swords>, <Windcloud Escape> also had a breakthrough, reaching Mastery Realm.