"Underestimating the power of Sword Intent!"
Fang Han whispered to himself.
<Void-Sundering Sword Manual>Beginner stage, understanding Wind Sword Intent was a qualitative leap for him.
The power of Sword Intent far exceeded his initial expectations.
It is not only a deeper resonance and control of the power of heaven and earth, but also a spiritual impact that can shock the opponent's mind in an instant and make his reaction sluggish.
When masters compete, this moment of delay is the difference between life and death.
"However, even so, don't be careless."
Fang Han Concentrate your mind.
Being able to kill Yuan Zhan today was not only due to the power of Sword Intent, but also because Yuan Zhan underestimated the enemy.
When this person saw that he was Third Grade Early Stage and that he was so young, he could not help but despise him. This gave him an opportunity to take Sword Intent by surprise and seriously injure him.
If you encounter an opponent like Third Grade Late Stage like Yuan Zhan next time, if the opponent is prepared, it won't be so easy.
"Nether Pavilion will definitely not give up!"
Thinking of the Nether Pavilion's subsequent reaction, Fang Han couldn't help but frown slightly.
After seizing Nether Pavilion's gold mine and snatching Nether Pavilion's money bag, Nether Pavilion will never let it go.
Although the sect has been notified, the conflict between the sect and Nether Pavilion has intensified, and manpower is needed everywhere. Manpower is extremely tight, and support may not be sent in time.
"If Nether Pavilion sends a master to take revenge... how should we deal with it?"
Fang Han pondered for a moment and made some calculations in his mind.
He got up, walked outside the wooden house, called a disciple on duty, and ordered:
"I want to practice in seclusion, and no one is allowed to disturb me."
"Yes, Senior Brother Fang."
The disciple bowed and responded.
Fang Han turned back to the wooden house and closed the door behind her back.
He sat cross-legged on the couch, not running <Azure Profound Art>, but closing his eyes and running a High Grade secret technique called <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>.
<Spirit Sniffing Art>Perfection Realm After getting nowhere, he went to the Library Pavilion to redeem <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> for this High Grade smell Tracking Secret Technique.
With the Perfection Realm<Spirit Sniffing Art> as the basis, even without putting in too much effort, he quickly cultivated <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> to Minor Accomplishment.
In order to prevent Nether Pavilion masters from attacking without realizing it, he decided to upgrade <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> with all his strength and upgrade this secret skill to the Proficiency Realm.
Because according to the cheat book, when <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> reaches Proficiency Realm, the consumption of Internal Qi will be greatly reduced. Even if it is running all the time, it will not consume too much Internal Qi.
It can be turned on at all times to prevent powerful enemies from attacking without being aware of it.
Nether Pavilion Deep in the main hall.
The lights in the hall were dim, Li Wushang stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands, looking out at the dark night outside, his deep eyes were as dark as ink.
Ever since Yin Wugou was besieged and killed, there has always been a fire in his heart.
"Deputy Pavilion Master."
There were footsteps behind him, and Deacon Liu Jin walked in quickly, bowed and saluted, with a trace of undisguised nervousness in his voice.
"Sky Swallow City urgent report."
Li Wushang turned around, took the letter sealed with fire paint, and opened it.
His eyes scanned the handwriting on the letter, and his expression became extremely ugly at this moment.
"Yuan Zhan is dead?"
His voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself.
But the uncontrollable anger made Deacon, who stood with his head bowed, couldn't help but shudder.
"The person Azure Profound Sect sent to support Sky Swallow City is Fang Han."
Li Wushang continued to look down, the pupils of those deep eyes shrank slightly.
"This son has broken through Third Grade. Yuan Zhan fought with him. He was defeated and killed. The gold mine was also taken away by the Azure Profound Sect."
"Fang Han...Third Grade..."
Li Wushang repeated these two words in a low voice, each word was like a poisonous needle, pricking his heart hard.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed the surging emotions.
When he opened his eyes again, there was only an icy cold light in those eyes.
"Pass the order."
His voice returned to calmness, but underneath that calmness, there was a volcano about to erupt.
"Calling..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly paused.
His eyes fell on the letter and stopped at the words "Third Grade".
Yuan Zhan is Third Grade Late Stage.
The Fang Han that can kill Yuan Zhan requires at least a Second Grade warrior to be able to get rid of it with full confidence.
'And Second Grade warrior...'
Li Wushang closed his eyes, and his mind quickly flashed through the list of Second Grade Elder in the cabinet, as well as their respective current movements.
After a moment, he opened his eyes, and there was an unconcealable gloom in his deep eyes.
Second Grade Elder, including Yin Wugou, originally had thirteen people in the cabinet.
After Yin Wugou died, there were twelve people left.
And these twelve people have now been sent to various places to confront and compete with Elder of the Azure Profound Sect.
Those Elder were so restrained that they couldn't get away at all.
If one person is forcibly transferred to Sky Swallow City, the property he is responsible for will be empty, and Azure Profound Sect will definitely take advantage of it.
By then, the loss will be more than just a gold mine. After all, the industry that can send Second Grade Elder to take charge must be a more important industry than the gold mine.
"Damn."
Li Wushang cursed in a low voice.
It is naturally impossible to let the gold mines be taken away.
The profit that the gold mine contributes to the Nether Pavilion every year is extremely huge, and it is one of the Nether Pavilion's important financial resources.
If we give up, it will not only be a huge loss financially, but also an unbearable shame on our face.
Must be taken back!
"But Second Grade Elder can't get away..."
Li Wushang stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands, looking out at the dark night outside the window, his brows furrowed.
After a moment, his eyes suddenly moved slightly.
A name comes to mind.
Yuan Ye.
This person is the elder brother of Yuan Zhan, with a cultivation level of Third Grade Late Stage. He has been trapped in this realm for many years and has never been able to break through.
"If you give Yuan Ye a High Grade Realm-Breaking Pill, help it break through Second Grade..."
Li Wushang fell into thinking and weighing.
High Grade Realm-Breaking Pill, that is the precious Danyao that is enough for the Upper Third Grade warrior to break through the bottleneck. There are only five pieces in the inventory in the pavilion. Each one is priceless and cannot be used easily.
But if Yuan Ye can be allowed to break through Second Grade, and Sky Swallow City is sent to get rid of Fang Han and regain the gold mine--
This transaction is not a loss, not to mention the profit from the gold mine, but getting rid of Fang Han, a serious problem, is already worth the investment of a High Grade Mirror-Breaking Pill.
"Liu Jin."
Li Wushang A flash of determination flashed in his eyes.
He turned around, walked to the desk, and took out a token.
The token was completely black, with a simple "you" character engraved on the front, and the unique flame pattern of the Nether Pavilion on the back. The edge was inlaid with dark gold threads, which was his deputy pavilion master's order.
He handed the token to Deacon, who was standing with his head bowed, his voice was low but with unquestionable majesty.
"Take my token and go to the treasure house to get a High Grade Realm-Breaking Pill and give it to Yuan Ye Elder."
He paused and continued.
"Tell him to take this pill, break through Second Grade, and then go to Sky Swallow City--kill Fang Han and take back the gold mine."
"Yes!"
Liu Jin took the token with both hands, bowed in response, turned around and quickly exited the hall.
The footsteps soon disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Li Wushang stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands, looking at the dark night without moving for a long time.
There was a cold light flashing in those deep eyes.
Fang Han...
This time, I must get rid of you.
Sky Swallow City North, formerly Nether Pavilion Gold Mine Site.
In the stone house, Fang Han sat cross-legged on the stone couch, the aura around him as calm as water.
Outside the window, the sun shines in through the gaps in the wooden boards, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground.
After seizing the mine, he devoted almost all his time to the cultivation of <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>, except for necessary meals and rest every day.
This High Grade smells Tracking Secret Technique, and he has practiced it to Minor Accomplishment before.
Nowadays, I invest a lot of time in cultivation, and my improvement is visible to the naked eye, and I am improving rapidly every day.
"Buzz--"
Within the body, the secret technique is slowly moving.
That mysterious breath circulated between his nasal cavity and meridians, and each circulation made his sense of smell become sharper and deeper.
The sixty-four times Secret Technique Talent Amplification is fully utilized at this moment.
All the key points of cultivation are clear in his eyes, and cultivation is like riding on a high-speed train, going extremely fast.
He could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the threshold.
One day.
Two days.
Three days.
A few days later, at noon.
Fang Han was sitting cross-legged on the stone couch, his eyes were slightly closed and his nose was slightly twitching.
Within the body, the magic formula of <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> was slowly circulating, and the mysterious breath flowed between his nasal cavity and meridians. Each cycle was more harmonious and smoother than the last time.
Suddenly--
"Buzz..."
A soft cry that only he could feel resounded from deep within his body.
The sound was extremely soft, so soft that it was almost undetectable, but it seemed as if an invisible door had opened.
In an instant, the breath of the surrounding world appeared in his perception with an unprecedented clarity.
The auras of the disciples on duty in the mine can be clearly distinguished - some have strong auras, some have steady auras, and some have auras coming from the direction of the mine.
Further away, the smell of birds and animals in the mountains and forests, the moisture of the water in the stream, the smell of fireworks from the distant city floating in the wind -
Everything is perceived, with clear layers, slowly unfolding in the mind like a scroll.
The most obvious change is the consumption of Internal Qi.
To maintain the operation of <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> before, Internal Qi consumes not much, but it also prevents him from turning it on all the time.
At this moment, the feeling of consumption decreased sharply and was almost unnoticeable, enough for him to maintain this secret technique for a whole day without worrying about Internal Qi running out.
"<Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> has reached Proficiency Realm."
Fang Han opened his eyes, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
The reason for the above changes is obviously because the secret technique <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> has reached Proficiency Realm.
Not only has the perception become stronger, but the consumption of Internal Qi has also been drastically reduced.
From today on, he can keep this secret technique running all day long. If a master attacks, he can detect it in advance and respond.
He gently exhaled a breath and walked out of the stone room.
Walking in the mine, he patrolled while walking. After all, he was a guard, so he still had to do something.
"Senior Brother Fang!"
There was a sound of rapid footsteps, accompanied by the excited shout of a young disciple.
Fang Han raised his eyes and saw a young man wearing Azure Profound Sect disciple uniform running quickly with unconcealable excitement on his face.
The young disciple ran forward, panting, but his face was full of joy. As soon as he saw Fang Han, he cupped his hands and said:
"Senior Brother Fang, congratulations! Great joy!"