"Thank you, Miss Yuexin."
Fang Han took the letter, put it in his arms, and solemnly handed it over.
"It doesn't have to be like this. Hundred Treasures Pavilion chose to trade with the Azure Profound Sect and naturally gained benefits."
Lan Yuexin shook his head slightly.
"Miss Yue Xin, it's getting late, and Fang needs to rush back to meet up, so we'll say goodbye."
Fang Han stood up and nodded slightly towards Lan Yuexin.
Lan Yuexin walked Fang Han to the courtyard gate and spoke softly.
"Sir, take care."
"Ms. Yuexin, take care too."
Fang Han nodded, turned around and walked out of the alley.
Lan Yuexin Listening to the footsteps in the alley gradually fade away until they disappear completely.
She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes casting faint shadows in the moonlight, wondering what she was thinking.
"Miss."
A voice sounded from the corner of the courtyard, with a hint of helplessness.
A woman who looked to be in her forties stepped out of the shadows, it was Wu Xia.
She was wearing a dark outfit, her face was calm, and her aura was restrained. She was obviously not weak in cultivation.
"Master Fang has gone far."
Lan Yuexin came back to his senses and said softly "Hmm".
She turned around, walked through the courtyard, and returned to the main room.
Wu Xia followed her, his eyes fell on her face, and he hesitated to speak.
"What does Aunt Wu want to say?"
Lan Yuexin sat back on the chair and picked up Teacup, but did not drink it.
Wu Xia was silent for a moment and finally spoke.
"Miss, I heard that Mr. Fang has a very good relationship with a female disciple named Yun Qianyue. They are very close. You..."
Lan Yuexin held Teacup's hand and paused slightly.
There was a brief silence in the hall, with only the green smoke rising from the incense burner and slowly drifting away in the light.
After a while, Lan Yuexin put down Teacup and raised his head. The expression on his beautiful face was as calm as water.
"So what?"
Her voice was very soft, but it carried an unquestionable certainty.
"With the excellence of Mr. Fang Han, Yun Qianyue alone cannot defend it."
She stood up, walked to the window, and opened it.
The night breeze blows in, carrying the fragrance of vegetation and the faint chirping of insects in the distance.
"It is common for a good man to have three wives and four concubines, just like my father."
She didn't look back, and her voice drifted gently in the night wind.
"I would like to meet that sister Yun Qianyue some other time."
Wu Xia looked at the slim figure in front of the window, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but finally just sighed softly.
The night is getting darker, and the moonlight is like water, shining on this inconspicuous courtyard.
Fang Han's figure swept out from the forest and landed in front of Jin Han.
He took out the letter sealed with fire paint from his arms and handed it over with both hands.
"Gold Elder, information retrieved."
Jin Han took it, opened the paint, and took out the letter paper inside.
As he glanced over, those ancient and unwavering eyes wavered slightly.
"Nether Pavilion is cautious."
She whispered and handed the letter to Fang Han.
Fang Han took it and glanced over it.
The letter listed in detail the caravan's route, personnel configuration, and the cultivation and martial arts characteristics of the accompanying Elder.
There were two persons escorting this batch of supplies: Nether Pavilion Elder.
One is Second Grade Elder, whose surname is Ma and whose name is Yuan. He is good at palm skills. Internal Qi is powerful and has good fighting ability among the Nether Pavilion Second Grade Elder.
The other one is Third Grade Elder, whose surname is Zhao Mingping. He wields a thick-backed machete with powerful swordsmanship.
In addition, there are more than ten Deacon and more than twenty disciples, all of whom are elite.
"Ma Yuan is controlled by my old body."
Jin Han closed the letter and looked at Fang Han.
"Then Zhao Ping, let Fang True Disciple deal with it. After Fang True Disciple gets rid of Zhao Ping, he will join forces with me to surround and kill Ma Yuan."
She paused, and a trace of scrutiny flashed in her old-fashioned eyes.
"Fang True Disciple, is it okay?"
"No problem."
Fang Han's answer is concise and firm.
Jin Han glanced at Fang Han, didn't say anything more, and just nodded slightly.
"Then it's settled."
One day later, in the afternoon.
The sun shines through the clouds, illuminating the road brightly.
A caravan did not take the official road and was walking on a relatively remote road.
More than ten horse-drawn carriages were fully loaded with goods, and the ruts were deep, obviously the load was not light.
Guard They were dressed in various costumes, some were riding horses, some were walking, and they looked no different from ordinary caravans.
But if you look closely, you can find that these Guard have steady steps, sharp eyes, and aura far beyond that of ordinary martial artists.
"This is the caravan!"
Fang Han is hidden in a dense forest beside the road, and <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> is operating at full capacity.
Every breath in the caravan was clearly present in his perception.
In a carriage, there was a breath as calm as a mountain, with a faint sense of oppression - it should be that Second Grade Elder Ma Yuan.
In another carriage, there was a fierce and domineering aura. Although it was not as deep as Ma Yuan, it should not be underestimated.
It should be Third Grade Elder Zhao Ping.
The remaining thirty or so breaths are all not weak.
"Consistent with the intelligence, there should be two Elder in the caravan, one of whom is located..."
Fang Han maintained his perception, looked sideways at Jin Han beside him, and said.
Jin Han stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes locked on the approaching caravan, and a cold light flashed in those ancient and unrippled eyes.
"Do it."
She gave a low shout and took the lead in stepping forward.
After her, dozens of figures emerged from the dense forest at the same time, like tigers descending from the mountain, heading towards the caravan on the road.
In front of the caravan, a Nether Pavilion Deacon dressed as Guard was scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
His cultivation level is not weak, he has reached Fourth Grade Late Stage, and he is responsible for guarding the road ahead in the team.
Years of licking blood from the edge of a knife have given him an almost instinctive intuition of danger.
At this moment, a vague chill suddenly came to my heart.
He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the dense forest beside the road.
"There is--"
He only had time to shout out one word.
A gray shadow has swept out of the forest like a ghost, moving at an alarming speed.
That was Jin Han. The dagger in her hand was unsheathed and the sword light flashed.
This Fourth Grade Late Stage's Nether Pavilion Deacon didn't even see the trajectory of the sword clearly, and felt a chill in his throat.
Blood spurts out.
He opened his mouth to say something, but all he could make was a "ho ho" sound.
The next moment, he fell down softly, and his body hit the road, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Enemy attack!"
A shrill roar sounded from the caravan.
Jin Han kept walking and rushed towards a carriage in the center of the convoy.
On top of the dagger, the cyan Sword Qi skyrocketed, and he slashed out with one sword.
Sword Qi was like a trained horse, with a sharp edge that could tear everything apart, and slashed straight at the carriage.
"Boom--!"
The carriage exploded with a loud sound, and wood chips flew into the air.
Just a moment before the carriage exploded, a figure had been knocked out of the carriage at an alarming speed.
He was an old man with a thin body, pale skin, and a pair of narrow, sinister eyes. He was none other than Nether Pavilion Second Grade Elder Ma Yuan.
He landed a few feet away, his eyes fell on Jin Han who was wearing a gray robe, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Jin Han!"
Ma Yuan's voice was hoarse, filled with irrepressible anger.
Jin Han is not masked to hide his identity, nor can he hide it.
Top-tier Martial Art has extremely distinct sect characteristics. Once it is fully used by someone and uses Top-tier Martial Art, the origin cannot be concealed at all.
"How did you Azure Profound Sect know that... I, Nether Pavilion, secretly went to East Foothills Prefecture to purchase supplies?"
Ma Yuan asked in surprise.
Jin Han didn't answer, or even pause for a moment.
She moved again, and the dagger turned into a sharp blue sword light, heading straight for Ma Yuan's throat.
Sword Intent is sharp, with a biting chill.
Ma Yuan's face darkened, his palms crossed, and Internal Qi, as black as ink, gathered together crazily, and shot out with one palm.
"Boom--!"
The palms and swords met, and a dull loud noise erupted. The shock wave spread to all directions, scraping off a layer of the ground.
The two figures clashed fiercely on the road, swords and palm shadows intertwined, and every collision erupted with an astonishing roar.
At the same time, Fang Han also moved.
His speed was no slower than Jin Han, and his figure was like an invisible wind, rushing towards the back of the convoy.
A Nether Pavilion Deacon dressed as Guard was recovering from the shock when he saw a green shadow coming towards him and quickly drew his sword.
However, just three inches after the sword was unsheathed, Fang Han's sword had arrived.
With a flash of sword light, a thin line of blood appeared on the neck of this Deacon.
His eyes widened, the long knife in his hand clattered to the ground, and he fell to the ground.
Fang Han kept walking, Cloudsplitter Sword swept out.
A condensed cyan Sword Qi left the sword and swept towards the three Nether Pavilion disciples who were about to fight.
"Puff puff puff--"
Three muffled sounds sounded almost simultaneously.
The three Nether Pavilion disciples didn't even have time to react before they were swept away by Sword Qi. Their bodies were broken into two parts, and blood sprayed all over the ground.
When the other Nether Pavilion disciples saw this, they were so horrified that they did not dare to step forward for a moment.
At this moment, a figure swept out of a carriage and landed a few feet in front of Fang Han.
This man was about forty years old, tall and tall, holding a thick-backed machete with a blade as black as ink.
It is Nether Pavilion Elder Zhao Ping.
His eyes fell on Fang Han. He was slightly startled at first, and then his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Fang Han?!"
With Fang Han's current reputation, he has naturally seen Fang Han's portrait and recognized Fang Han.
His eyes swept over Deacon and his disciples who were killed by Fang Han. When he saw that Fang Han was still trying to attack other disciples, his voice was filled with anger that could not be concealed.
"You're looking for death--"
He shouted sharply, and the thick-backed machete in his hand turned into a jet-black blade, cutting Fang Han's head straight.
This knife was fast and hard, Blade Intent was fierce and domineering, and it was obvious that he had tried his best.
Moreover, being able to be secretly sent by the Nether Pavilion to purchase supplies from East Foothills Prefecture, his strength is naturally not weak.
Even higher than Yuan Zhan from Third Grade Late Stage.
Fang Han's expression remained unchanged, Sword Intent added power, Cloudsplitter Sword crossed in front of him, and faced him with a sword.
"Dang--!"
The sound of gold and iron clashing exploded, and sparks flew everywhere.
Zhao Ping felt an overwhelming force coming from the blade. His whole arm instantly became numb, and his feet involuntarily took three steps back.
He stabilized his body and looked up at Fang Han, his eyes filled with disbelief.
His sword was used with all his strength.
But the young man in front of him took it lightly and didn't even move at all.
"How is that possible?"
Zhao Ping gritted his teeth and pounced again.
The thick-backed machete dances like a wheel, and the blade shines like a tide. Each cut is faster than the other, and each cut is harder than the last.