"Zhao Mu."
Chen Tianyuan spoke, his voice calm but with unquestionable majesty.
"My subordinate is here."
Zhao Mu took a step forward and bowed in response.
"You go to True Transmission Courtyard No. 35 Annex and delegate the task of supporting Sky Swallow City to True Disciple's disciple Fang Han."
Chen Tianyuan said slowly.
"Tell him that this task is recorded as Minor Merit, Yuan Zhan is Third Grade Late Stage, and he must be careful."
"Assigned to Fang True Disciple... Sect Master, with Fang True Disciple's strength, I'm afraid he is not Yuan Zhan's opponent?"
Zhao Mu was slightly startled and asked the doubts in his heart.
"No, you underestimated Fang Han. He has already broken through Third Grade."
Chen Tianyuan said with a slight smile.
"Fang True Disciple has broken through Third Grade?"
Zhao Mu had a look of shock on his face, and after a moment he came back to his senses and said.
"I'm going to notify Fang True Disciple."
He turned around and walked quickly outside the palace.
"Wait."
The voice of Chen Tianyuan sounded again.
Zhao Mu stopped and turned around to look.
"Let him leave again tomorrow and have a good rest tonight."
Chen Tianyuan Road.
"Yes."
Zhao Mu bowed, turned around and strode out of the palace door.
The footsteps gradually faded away and disappeared into the night outside.
Chen Tianyuan stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands, looking at the dark night without moving for a long time.
He has high expectations for Fang Han. In the past, Fang Han can become the future pillar of the sect.
I just don't know if this kid can live up to this expectation.
True Transmission Courtyard, No. 35 Annex.
It was already dark, and the courtyard was silent. The moonlight was like water, shining on the branches and leaves of the bamboo forest, casting mottled light and shadow.
Fang Han sat cross-legged among Quiet Room, the aura around his body as calm as water.
<Azure Profound Art> is running slowly in the body, and the blue-gold Internal Qi is flowing continuously in the meridians.
Although he did not use all his strength during the daytime practice, he also consumed a lot of Internal Qi.
At this moment, meditate and practice to recover the Internal Qi consumed during the day.
At this moment--
There was a gentle knock on the door outside the courtyard.
"It's so late, who could it be?"
Fang Han opened his eyes, and the light flashed in his eyes.
Qui Lan and others had already fallen asleep. He got up, pushed open Quiet Room's door, walked through the courtyard, and came to the courtyard gate.
Opening the courtyard door, standing outside was a middle-aged man wearing Deacon clothing, with a straight face and steady eyes.
It is Zhao Mu who I have dealt with before.
"Fang True Disciple, excuse me."
Zhao Mu slightly arched his hand.
"I am here on the orders of the sect master."
"Deacon Zhao You're welcome, please come in."
Fang Han was slightly startled, then returned the gift with his hand.
He stepped aside to get out of the way and led Zhao Mu into the courtyard.
The two sat down at Living Room. Qui Lan had already taken a rest. Fang Han poured two cups of tea himself and pushed one of them in front of Zhao Mu.
"Deacon Zhao came to visit late at night. I wonder what the sect master's orders are?"
Fang Han Get straight to the point.
Zhao Mu took the tea cup, took a sip, put it down, and his expression turned solemn.
"An urgent report came from True Disciple, Sky Swallow City."
He spoke slowly and explained in detail Wu Zheng Elder's request for help when he was attacked, as well as Nether Pavilion Elder Yuan Zhan's cultivation.
"The idea of the sect master is to ask True Disciple to go to Sky Swallow City and cooperate with Wu Zheng Elder to fight against Yuan Zhan and guard the industry. This task will be recorded as Minor Merit."
After Zhao Mu finished speaking, his eyes fell on Fang Han's face, waiting for Fang Han's response.
"Let me deal with...Nether Pavilion Elder Yuan Zhan?"
Fang Han was surprised at first, and then thoughtful.
After breaking through Third Grade, he has not revealed it to the outside world, but the sect leader seems to have learned about his breakthrough Third Grade in some way.
Because of this, the task of dealing with the Nether Pavilion Elder Yuan Zhan was given to him.
Just now, he was thinking about taking on tasks and earning credit, but he didn't expect that a task would come to him so soon.
And the reward is Minor Merit.
As for the danger? Of course there is, Yuan Zhan Third Grade Late Stage cultivation is two small realms higher than him.
But...
He raised his head, met Zhao Mu's gaze, and said.
"Then I'll leave now."
His voice was calm, and he didn't feel afraid just because his opponent was a Third Grade Late Stage warrior.
"There's no need to be in such a hurry. The sect leader wants you to have a good rest tonight and leave again tomorrow."
"The sect leader asked me to tell True Disciple, Yuan Zhan, this person is ruthless, don't be careless."
Seeing Fang Han's reaction in his eyes, Zhao Mu flashed a hint of approval in his eyes.
"I'll be careful."
Fang Han nodded slightly.
"Then I won't disturb Fang True Disciple from resting. I'll take my leave."
Zhao Mu stood up and bowed his hands.
Fang Han stood up and saw each other off until they were outside the courtyard gate.
Watching Zhao Mu's figure disappear into the night, he turned back to the courtyard and stood on the porch with his hands behind his hands.
The moonlight was like water, shining on his body, making the figure in green robe look even colder.
"Third Grade Late Stage's Nether Pavilion Elder..."
Fang Han There was a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, and there was a bit of expectation in that arc.
Third Grade Late Stage's Nether Pavilion Elder's strength is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary Third Grade Late Stage warriors.
However, now that he has understood Wind Sword Intent, he is not without the ability to fight.
He turned around and walked towards Quiet Room.
Behind him, the night wind blew and the bamboo forest rustled.
A crescent moon hangs in the sky.
The sky was twilight, and Azure Profound Mountain was in a hazy state.
Fang Han pushed open the courtyard door, wearing a green robe, Cloudsplitter Sword hanging around his waist.
The luggage has already been packed, containing several bottles of Danyao for healing and restoring Internal Qi, as well as some dry food and water.
Qui Lan stood in the courtyard. When he saw him coming out, he bowed and saluted. "Brother, be careful all the way."
Fang Han nodded slightly, without saying anything, and in a flash, he had already swept away several feet.
After a few ups and downs, it disappeared at the end of the mountain road.
The official road stretched beneath my feet, and the trees on both sides retreated rapidly.
Fang Han pushed <Windcloud Escape> to the extreme, and its figure almost blended into the wind.
It can be said to be traveling at full speed.
Sky Swallow City is not close to the Azure Profound Sect, and Wu Zheng Elder is seriously injured. Zongmen's industry may suffer a second attack at any time, and he must arrive as soon as possible.
The sun is rising and the sky is getting brighter.
The official road gradually became remote, and the mountain forests on both sides became denser and denser. Occasionally, a few birdsong came from the forest, making it even more quiet.
Fang Han's footsteps never stopped, like a light cyan stream of light, passing quickly on the winding official road.
Two hours.
Three hours.
The sun is getting higher, and the sunlight shines through the branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground.
Fang Han's forehead was oozing with fine beads of sweat, and the back of his green robe was soaked with sweat and clung to his body.
After traveling at full strength for a long time, even the Third Grade warrior's Internal Qi has consumed more than half of it.
In the meridians, the blue-gold Internal Qi is still flowing endlessly, but the feeling of majesty is no longer as strong as before.
"It's time to take a rest."
Fang Han thought in his heart.
He glanced around, preparing to find a hidden place to meditate and recover Internal Qi.
But at this moment--
"Whoops--!"
A sharp whistle suddenly sounded from the front.
Fang Han stepped suddenly and looked up.
I saw a firework blooming in the sky several miles ahead.
The fireworks were green in color and were still clearly visible under the noon sun. They bloomed and lingered for a long time.
"It's Azure Profound Sect's request for help!"
Fang Han's complexion changed slightly and he quickly looked in the direction of the signal.
"Someone is in danger over there."
This thought flashed through my mind, and without any hesitation, Fang Han turned his feet and rushed away in the direction of the signal.
<Mystic Wind Art> surged inside the body, and Internal Qi, which had consumed most of it, was once again pushed to the extreme.
His speed was astonishingly fast, like a blue lightning bolt, passing through the mountains and forests, crossing streams, and speeding towards the direction of the fireworks.
It's miles away, but it only takes a moment.
Ahead is a relatively open terrain.
At this moment, on this open terrain, dozens of figures were fighting fiercely.
Fang Han's eyes swept across the battlefield and he saw the situation clearly in an instant.
The besieged party is wearing Azure Profound Sect Deacon and disciple costumes.
Each of the three Deacons were besieged by two Nether Pavilion Deacons and struggled to support themselves.
Around them, more than a dozen disciples were also besieged, fighting on their own. Several people had fallen into a pool of blood, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
They were surrounded by a group of figures in black costumes.
The first few people had cold auras, and Internal Qi was surging all over their bodies. They were none other than Nether Pavilion Deacon.
Several people cooperated tacitly and suppressed the three Azure Profound Sect Deacon.
There were more than twenty Nether Pavilion disciples around, and more than ten Azure Profound Sect disciples were surrounded in the center, attacking like a wave.
"Hang on!"
A Azure Profound Sect female Deacon screamed and forced a Nether Pavilion Deacon back with a knife, but another person took advantage of it and slapped her on the shoulder.
"Pfft--!"
She vomited blood, staggered back, and almost fell to the ground.
The other two Deacon rushed to rescue, but were entangled by the Nether Pavilion Deacon who was fighting with them, and they were unable to do anything.
Those Azure Profound Sect disciples are also in a precarious situation, and their situation is not much better than that of the three Deacon.
"Azure Profound Sect's request for help signal has been released. Get rid of it as soon as possible to prevent Azure Profound Sect's support from arriving!"
Nether Pavilion Deacon, a middle-aged man with a sinister face said coldly.
"Okay."
While several other Nether Pavilion Deacon responded, their offensive became even more rapid.
Among the three Azure Profound Sect Deacon, the most seriously injured was the middle-aged beautiful woman Deacon.
She was wearing a green and gray outfit, her long hair was tied up, and she had a delicate face, but at this moment her face was as pale as paper.
A bone-deep wound on his left shoulder was gushing blood, soaking half of his clothes.
She held the sword in her right hand and struggled to hold on, but she could no longer even Sword Intent.
The two Nether Pavilion Deacon who besieged her obviously saw that she was at the end of her strength, and the attack became more fierce.
One person holds double hooks and uses vicious moves to target her lower body.
Another person used a thick-backed machete, Blade Intent, fiercely, and struck her injured left shoulder with each blow.
"Deacon Shen!"
Not far away, a Azure Profound Sect Deacon screamed and wanted to rescue, but was tightly entangled by his opponent and could not escape.
The woman Deacon used her sword to block the double hooks, but saw a thick-backed machete with a whistling wind, directly cutting off her head.
Before the blade came, the sharp wind of the knife had already caused the hair on her forehead to dance wildly back.
Just then--
A streak of cyan Sword Qi, like lightning tearing through the void, arrived first and spanned a distance of tens of feet in an instant, reaching straight for the sword Deacon.
"Not good!"
The sword Deacon was about to strike at the opponent in front of him when he suddenly felt a deadly edge coming from the side.
His expression changed with horror, and he tried his best to turn around and dodge.
However, that Sword Qi is too fast.
Just when he had the idea of evading, Sword Qi was already in front of him.
"Pfft--!"
Bloody light burst out.
The body of the sword Deacon was cut into two parts from the waist and abdomen.
The upper body flew forward several feet according to the inertia, blood and internal organs were scattered on the ground, while the lower body fell to the ground.
He didn't even have time to let out a scream, and the look in his eyes quickly dimmed.