The lights in the hall were bright, but they couldn't dispel the stagnant depression.
Li Wushang stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands, looking at the dark night outside the window. He had been standing for a long time.
He is waiting.
Waiting for news.
This time, Nether Pavilion used the attack on the Azure Profound Sect's transport team as bait to lure Fang Han into a urn, and surrounded and killed two Second Grade Elder.
In order to ensure that the action is foolproof, Spirit-Hiding Pearl was loaned from the treasure house to shield Fang Han's secret perception technique.
Two Second Grade Elder surrounded and killed one Third Grade Early Stage Fang Han, which should have been foolproof.
But for some reason, there was always a faint uneasiness in his heart.
That uneasiness has been lingering in my mind since yesterday, lingering like a gangrene in my bones.
"Deputy Pavilion Master."
The voice of Deacon Liu Jin came from outside the palace door, with a bit of caution.
Li Wushang turned around and his eyes fell on the closed palace door.
"Come in."
His voice was flat, without any emotion.
The palace door was gently pushed open.
Liu Jin walked in quickly and stood at the foot of the steps with his head lowered. He did not raise his head, but held a letter in his hands and raised it above his head.
"Deputy Pavilion Master, urgent report."
His voice was very low.
Li Wushang's eyes fell on the letter.
The fire paint on the seal is printed with the unique dark flame pattern of the Nether Pavilion.
He took it and opened it.
The letter paper was unfolded, and the handwriting on it was scrawled and hasty. It was obvious that the mood when writing was extremely urgent.
Li Wushang glanced at the first line of words, and his expression changed slightly.
He continued to look down, and the pupils of those deep eyes gradually shrank.
The knuckles of the hand holding the letter were slightly white from exertion.
"How could... be like this?"
Under extreme anger, a terrifying aura erupted from his body, and Liu Jin, who stood with his head bowed at the foot of the stairs, couldn't help but tremble.
The letter fell from his hand, swirled in the air, and landed lightly on the ground.
On the letter paper, there are only a few lines of words--
"Song Shu, Zhou Yuan, Tu Hong and Elder have not come to meet up for a long time. They followed the traces to search for the three Elder and found the bodies of the three Elder in a forest..."
The hall fell into a deathly silence.
Liu Jin stood with his head bowed, not daring to breathe out, and even breathing was suppressed to the lowest level.
He could feel a suffocating sense of oppression spreading from Li Wushang's body.
The oppressive feeling was like a physical mountain, weighing him down so much that he could hardly breathe.
"Three Elder..."
Li Wushang spoke slowly, his voice hoarse and trembling uncontrollably.
"There were two Second Grade among them... and the entire army was wiped out..."
He turned around suddenly and slapped his palm on the desk behind him.
"Boom--!"
The heavy desk made of Iron Wood shattered under this palm, sawdust flew into the air, and the inkstone, pen stand, and books were scattered all over the floor.
"Azure Profound Sect--!!!"
Li Wushang's voice echoed in the hall, carrying deep-seated hatred and uncontrollable rage.
His chest was rising and falling violently, and his face was now distorted into something almost ferocious.
Second Grade.
That is the backbone of the Nether Pavilion, the pillar that supports the operation of the sect.
The entire Nether Pavilion, Second Grade Elder is only thirteen people.
Yin Wugou was surrounded and killed, and one person was killed.
Ma Yuan was intercepted and killed, and another person was killed.
Now Song Shu and Zhou Yuan are also damaged--
Four of the thirteen Second Grade Elder have gone, leaving less than ten people.
Less than ten people.
This number swirled in his mind, like a dull knife, cutting into his heart.
"Azure Profound Sect, what a Azure Profound Sect!!"
He gritted his teeth and read out the name word by word, each word seemed to be quenched with poison.
On that face, veins popped out, and his eyes were red. Where was the calmness and sinister look that he usually had on his face?
Liu Jin stood at the foot of the steps with his head lowered, his whole body stiff and he did not dare to move at all.
He has followed Li Wushang for many years and has never seen the deputy cabinet master be so out of sorts.
That face that was always as calm as water was now filled with rage and madness.
In the hall, there was only the sound of Li Wushang's heavy breathing and the sound of sawdust falling to the ground.
A long time.
A long time.
Li Wushang's breathing gradually calmed down.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
When he opened his eyes again, the rage in those eyes had disappeared like the ebbing tide, and was replaced by a deep, almost solid murderous intent.
"Four Second Grade Elder..."
He whispered to himself in a low voice, his voice hoarse, like the cold wind passing through dead branches on a winter night.
"Total up, four Second Grade Elder have been damaged!"
He turned around and stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands.
Outside the window, the night was still dark, the moonlight was obscured by clouds, and the sky and earth were dark.
His back was a little more rickety than before.
A few days later, early in the morning.
The mist enveloped Azure Profound Mountain like a veil, and the cornices of the mountain palaces were looming in the mist.
No. 35 Annex, Quiet Room.
Sandalwood Incense Green smoke curls up in the furnace, and a faint aroma fills the room, intertwined with the cool morning air.
Fang Han sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly closed, and the aura around his body was as calm as water.
He poured out a Spirit Resonance Pill from the jade bottle and took it into his mouth.
Danyao melts in the mouth, turning into a warm medicinal power that slides down the throat into the abdomen, and then spreads to the limbs and bones.
"<Azure Profound Art>."
Fang Han gathered his mind, and the green-gold Internal Qi inside his body slowly circulated.
The medicinal power of Spirit Resonance Pill flows in the meridians, and is continuously absorbed and refined by Internal Qi, transforming it into wisps of pure blue-gold Internal Qi, which is then poured into the Qi Sea, and then poured into Yintang Acupoint.
More than two months have passed since the breakout of Third Grade.
For more than two months, he has been practicing diligently every day, and his accumulation of Internal Qi has never stopped.
Two hundred and fifty-six times Root Bone Talent Amplification, making his cultivation speed far faster than ordinary people.
After more than two months of accumulation, Internal Qi among Yintang Acupoint is finally Perfection Realm today.
He can already sense the bottleneck leading to Third Grade Middle Stage.
"Today is the day we break through Third Grade Middle Stage."
Fang Han Take a deep breath, suppress the faint fluctuation in your heart, and sink all your concentration into your body.
Internal Qi surged through the meridians, and was continuously compressed and condensed by him, turning into sharp "drills".
According to the breakthrough method of <Azure Profound Art>, time and time again, he brazenly attacked the thin barrier.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Every impact caused the blood and energy throughout his body to surge slightly.
That barrier, under the impact again and again, had more and more cracks and became denser.
One hour.
Two hours.
Fang Han is pounding tirelessly.
Finally, at some point--
"Crack!"
A clear cracking sound, originating from the depths of the origin of life, was like the cracking of spring ice, resounding crisply in his perception.
The invisible barrier between Yintang Acupoint and the next one, Acupoints, shattered!
The majestic Internal Qi that has been accumulated for a long time, like a torrent that breaks a bank, pours happily into the newly opened channel, and then pours into that new Acupoints--Shenmai Acupoint.
In an instant, the aura around Fang Han surged like a volcano erupting!
The strength of that aura far exceeds that of Third Grade Early Stage.
Within Quiet Room, the air seemed to be stagnant for a moment.
Including Shenmai Acupoint, twenty Acupointss have been connected to build a more complex and efficient Internal Qi circulation system.
The speed and total volume of Internal Qi's flowing water increased sharply, its color became darker, its texture was as viscous as mercury, and the sense of power brought about by the flow was far greater than that of Third Grade Early Stage.
A strange feeling of being reborn and of a leap in life level came to his mind.
"Third Grade Middle Stage, done!"
Fang Han slowly opened his eyes.
At that moment, in the depths of his pupils, there seemed to be a ray of light golden light that flashed away and then disappeared.
He clenched his fist gently, and the joints made a crisp crackling sound.
Feeling the Internal Qi in his body that was much purer than Third Grade Early Stage, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Internal Qi is more pure."
He whispered to himself, savoring the changes brought about by the breakthrough.
Compared with Third Grade Early Stage, Internal Qi of Third Grade Middle Stage has a significant improvement in quality.
It is more condensed and purer, and the sense of power brought about by the circulation is far greater than before.
"Newly opened Divine Treasury..."
Fang Han gathered his mind and felt the newly penetrated place Acupoints--Shenmai Acupoint in his body.
With the penetration of Shenmai Acupoint, a new Divine Treasury also opens.
His mind moved slightly, feeling the changes that Divine Treasury had brought to him.
The feeling was not an increase in strength or an increase in speed, but a kind of... longness.
"To be precise, endurance."
Fang Han experienced this feeling carefully, and a sense of enlightenment surged in his heart.
This ability of Divine Treasury gives people amazing endurance.
Whether it is continuous combat or long-distance raids, the consumption of physical strength will be greatly reduced, and the durability of physical strength will be greatly enhanced.
With such endurance, it would be in vain if someone tried to use their numbers to kill him.
"As your cultivation level improves, it's time to start that plan."
Fang Han whispered to himself.
Since he showed his talent, he has been targeted by the Nether Pavilion many times. Nether Pavilion's continuous targeting made him have a revenge plan in his heart.
That is to loot the Nether Pavilion industry.
Turn the wealth of the Nether Pavilion into the nourishment of System Panel.
This idea has been swirling in his mind for a long time.
Nether Pavilion and Azure Profound Sect are at odds with each other, and they are fighting openly and secretly throughout the county, with constant conflicts.
And he and Nether Pavilion have already formed an irresolvable feud.
Quite a few Nether Pavilion True Disciple, Deacon, and Elder died in his hands.
If Nether Pavilion wants to get rid of him quickly, he naturally doesn't have to be polite to the Nether Pavilion.
"In the past, we didn't have enough strength. If we took action rashly, the risk would be too great."
Fang Han's eyes are as calm as water.
With his previous strength, he can still deal with Second Grade warriors, but if he encounters the best among Second Grade, it will be quite difficult.
Now that it has broken through Third Grade Middle Stage, Internal Qi is even more pure, and its strength has reached a new level.
Even if he faced the warrior Second Grade Late Stage, he was sure to escape calmly with the speed of <Wind God Step>.
Now that you have enough strength, it's time to start this plan.
"As for the danger of encountering First Grade warrior..."
Fang Han pondered for a moment and shook his head slightly.
There are only a handful of the Nether Pavilion and First Grade warriors in total. Each one of them is located in an extremely important place and will not leave easily.
Simply avoiding those extremely important industries is enough to avoid the risk of encountering First Grade warriors.