Among Quiet Room, Fang Han is sitting cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed.
<Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art>'s magic trick flowed in his heart, and the mysterious breath circulated in his body. Each cycle was smoother and more natural than the last.
Secret Technique Talent Amplification, which is one hundred and twenty-eight times, is showing its full potential at this moment.
Those key points are as clear and distinct in my mind as if the sun is clearing from the clouds.
Internal Qi guides it and it becomes natural and easy to do.
He could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the threshold.
One day.
Two days.
Three days.
Fang Han devotes all his attention to the practice of this secret art, day after day, without interruption.
On the eighth day, he could already vaguely touch the film.
On the ninth day, the film was so thin that it was almost non-existent.
The tenth day.
Among Quiet Room, Fang Han sat cross-legged, the aura around his body as calm as water.
The magic formula of <Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art> flowed in his heart, and the mysterious breath circulated in his body. Each cycle was more harmonious and smoother than the last.
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 aura around him underwent some kind of qualitative change.
The feeling of "emptiness" is several times deeper than that of the Mastery Realm.
It was as if he was not a person, but a stone, a piece of dead wood, and a grain of dust.
He is completely integrated into the surrounding environment, without any sense of being out of place.
"<Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art>, Perfection Realm."
Fang Han opened his eyes, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
He stood up, his mind moved slightly, and he used all his strength to activate this secret technique.
The feeling of being one with the surrounding environment is extremely strong.
He stood in the center of Quiet Room, but it was as if he didn't exist.
No breath leaks out, no vitality is revealed, and even the body temperature is integrated with the surrounding air.
Even if someone were standing in front of him, if they were just relying on perception, they would probably think that there was nothing there.
"With this secret skill in my body, Second Grade warrior Spiritual Perception will never be able to detect my existence."
Fang Han whispered to himself, carefully experiencing the changes brought about by the Perfection Realm.
He paused and continued.
"Even if you are a First Grade warrior, you may not be able to discover it."
This is enough.
There are only a few First Grade warriors in the entire Nether Pavilion. Each one of them is located in an extremely important place and will not leave easily.
As long as he avoids those important areas, he can avoid the risk of encountering First Grade warriors.
"It's time to act."
Fang Han's eyes are as calm as water.
Looting the Nether Pavilion industry was a plan that had 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 in various places in the county, with constant conflicts.
And he and Nether Pavilion have already formed an irresolvable feud.
Nether Pavilion targeted him many times, and many 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.
Rain Listening Hall, Azure Profound Sect is the organization responsible for intelligence. This organization was established by the Azure Profound Sect after Rain Listening Tower, which was engaged in intelligence, so it is called Rain Listening Hall.
Rain Listening Hall is located on the east side of the mountainside of the Azure Profound Sect. It is a three-story attic with blue bricks and black tiles, cornices and brackets. It looks particularly calm in the afternoon sunshine.
Fang Han Walking into the hall, a faint fragrance of ink hits your face.
The hall is brightly lit, and several rows of tall bookshelves stand against the wall, with various files neatly stacked on them.
Several disciples of the Rain Listening Hall were sorting out information. When they saw Fang Han coming in, they quickly bowed and saluted.
"Senior Brother Fang."
Fang Han nodded slightly and walked straight to a middle-aged Deacon behind the counter who was flipping through files.
"I would like to obtain detailed information on the Nether Pavilion's property in the county."
Deacon raised his head and saw that it was Fang Han. He quickly put down the file in his hand with a smile on his face:
"Fang True Disciple Wait a moment, I'll go get it right now."
He turned around and walked into the inner room. After a while, he came out holding a thick file and handed it over with both hands.
"Fang True Disciple, this is detailed information on all Nether Pavilion's industries in the county, including location, scale, garrison strength, etc., which I, Rain Listening Hall, have collected and compiled over the years."
Fang Han took the file, sat down by the window, and opened it.
The file is very thick, at least hundreds of pages, densely recording the various industries of the Nether Pavilion in Qingyang Prefecture - mines, medicine fields, markets, shops... everything is clearly marked.
He flipped through the pages one by one, his eyes slowly scanning over the words.
Markets and shops are located in the city, and there are many people and eyes. Once you do something, it is easy to be exposed. Moreover, there are many eyes and ears of various forces in the city, so it will be troublesome to trace it later.
"The most suitable places to start are mines and medicinal fields..."
Fang Han's eyes lingered on the mines and medicinal fields, and he quickly selected a suitable target.
This target is one of the Nether Pavilion's medicinal fields.
Located in the southeast of the Azure Profound Sect, it is in a remote location and is surrounded by deserted areas for dozens of miles.
It is recorded in the file that the garrison of this medicinal field is not strong, with only one Third Grade Elder in charge, three others Deacon, and more than twenty disciples.
Didn't stop there, Fang Han continued to browse, and when he came across a suitable target, he kept it in mind.
After a long time, Fang Han closed the file, stood up, walked to the counter, and handed the file back to Deacon.
"Thank you."
Then Deacon waved his hand quickly:
"Fang True Disciple is polite, as you should be."
Fang Han nodded, turned around and walked out Rain Listening Hall.
In my mind, the information I had just read flashed through my mind.
That medicinal field is the most suitable target to start with right now.
It is located in a remote place and the garrison is not strong. There is only one Third Grade Elder. With his current strength, even if he is exposed, he can easily destroy this medicine field and avoid the leakage of the news.
The most important thing is that the medicinal materials stored in the medicinal fields are of extremely high value.
After Recharge, it can bring him huge wealth.
"The first goal is this."
Fang Han whispered to himself, already making a decision in his heart.
Back to No. 35 Annex, Qui Lan was talking to two Maid in the corridor. When he saw him coming out, he quickly stepped forward to greet him.
"Senior brother."
Fang Han glanced at her and said calmly, "I am going out for a few days. If anyone asks, just say that I am in retreat."
Qui Lan was startled for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, senior brother."
Fang Han didn't say anything more, turned around and walked back into the house, carrying Cloudsplitter Sword behind him, and took out a few more bottles of Danyao and put them away carefully.
He thought for a while, then took out the stack of banknotes from the secret compartment, counted three thousand taels and put them into his arms.
At night, when the night was dark, Fang Han left his residence and came out of the Azure Profound Sect.
The reason why I chose to leave at night was to avoid meeting other disciples and avoid exposing my whereabouts.
Now he has become a thorn in the Nether Pavilion's side. If Nether Pavilion knows that he is out, he will definitely send experts to attack.
After running for more than ten miles, Fang Han stopped in a hidden mountain col.
He took out a thin Human Skin Mask from the package.
He spent 3,000 contribution points from the supplies department to redeem this, and he could change his face. Nowadays, he is so famous that he is easily recognized by others, so it is very necessary to change his face.
He carefully placed the mask on his face, then took out a set of gray cloth clothes from the package and put them on.
After a while, a middle-aged man with an ordinary face and mediocre temperament appeared in the col.
Fang Han took a picture of the stream and confirmed that he was completely different from usual. Then he carefully wrapped Cloudsplitter Sword in a cloth strip, carried it behind his back, unfolded Body Movement, and swept away in the southeast direction.
Two days later, in the afternoon.
The figure of Fang Han appeared among the continuous mountains.
This place is far away from the Azure Profound Sect. The terrain is remote and sparsely populated. There are no villages within dozens of miles.
He slowed down and glanced around.
Ahead, the outline of a valley appeared in view.
The valley is not big and is surrounded by steep mountain walls. There is only a narrow passage to enter.
At the mouth of the valley, several simple wooden houses were built against the mountain, and the shadows of people could be vaguely seen.
"<Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>."
Fang Han did not approach, but hid in a dense bush outside the valley entrance, restrained his breath, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a lifeless stone.
<Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> was activated, and the aura within several miles around him was clearly presented in his perception.
There are hundreds of human auras in the valley, among which there are more than twenty auras belonging to warriors.
The most powerful one is located deep in the valley, with a calm aura and a cold sense of oppression - it should be the Third Grade Elder who is sitting here.
The remaining more than twenty channels have different auras, some are stronger, about between Fourth Grade and fifth grade; some are weaker, no more than Seventh Rank, Grade Eight.
There is no discrepancy with what is recorded in the information.
Fang Han did not rush into action, but quietly lurked in the bushes, waiting for night to fall.
The sun is setting in the west, and dusk is getting darker.
The Nether Pavilion disciples in the valley began to get busy. Some made fires to cook, some inspected the medicinal fields, and some went in and out of the wooden houses.
At night.
The moonlight peeked out from behind the clouds, casting a cool glow and illuminating the valley in a silvery white color.
Fang Han still didn't move.
He lay crouched in the bushes, motionless like a sculpture.
He is waiting.
When it was late at night, those disciples relaxed their vigilance.
As the night progressed, the patrolling disciples gradually slackened off, their steps were no longer so vigilant, and occasionally a few yawns could be heard.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han took action and silently emerged from the bushes.
<Wind God Step> Using all his strength, his figure was like an invisible night wind, floating silently into the valley.
There was no sound of Break the Wind, no sound of clothes fluttering, and even the sound of footsteps landing was imperceptible.
He followed the route he had observed during the day, followed the shadow of the wooden house, and swept deeper into the valley.
Two patrolling disciples walked past him more than ten feet away without even noticing.
Fang Han's speed was very fast, and within a moment, it had already reached the depths of the valley.
The breath of that Third Grade Elder came from the largest wooden house, steady and long.
In order to avoid alerting this Third Grade Elder, Fang Han went far away and went straight to the place in the entire valley, which was most likely the medicine field warehouse.
This is a building made of bluestone.
It occupies a large area. The door is made of Iron Wood, which is thick and strong. There is a huge iron lock hanging on the door.
There are two Nether Pavilion disciples guarding the door.