"It should be right here!"
Fang Han is very confident that this is the warehouse where medicinal materials are stored in the medicine field.
He was not in a hurry to get closer, but first used <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> to carefully sense the atmosphere around the warehouse.
Check if there is a hidden whistle.
"There is no hidden sentry, only these two people are guarding it!"
After careful perception and confirmation, Fang Han confirmed that these two people were the only ones guarding the warehouse here.
However, the strength of these two people is not weak. They are both Seventh Rank warriors. Even among the Nether Pavilion disciples, they can be regarded as elite disciples.
If you want to solve it silently, you need to be more serious.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han silently approached the disciple Nether Pavilion on the left, raised his right hand, used his palm as a sword, and cut the side of the neck of the disciple Nether Pavilion on the left.
"Click--"
There was a very light sound of bone cracking, and the Nether Pavilion disciple on the left tilted his head to one side, and his breath was instantly cut off.
"There is--"
The Nether Pavilion disciple on the right has noticed the abnormality and immediately wants to sound a warning.
But before he spoke, Fang Han had already taken a step forward and approached him.
Five fingers turned into claws, clasping his throat.
"Click--"
Although he has not practiced claw skills, with Fang Han's current strength, there is no need to use martial arts to kill a Seventh Rank warrior.
The five fingers exerted slight force, and with a crisp sound, the throat of the Nether Pavilion disciple on the right was crushed, and his body fell limply.
The disciple didn't even have time to open his eyes before he lost his breath.
The two corpses slid softly to the ground. Fang Han reached out to hold them and placed them gently on the ground without making any sound.
He turned around, stretched out his hand to hold the iron lock, Internal Qi vomited slightly, and twisted it gently.
"Click."
The iron lock snapped in response.
Fang Han pushed the door open and entered.
The light in the warehouse was dim, but with his Third Grade warrior's eyesight, he could still clearly see the scene inside.
Against the wall, there are rows of wooden shelves neatly stacked, filled with large and small jade boxes and wooden boxes.
He stepped forward and opened a jade box.
In the box is a Ganoderma lucidum in excellent condition, with a warm color and a fragrant medicinal fragrance.
He opened several more wooden boxes, which contained precious medicinal materials such as ginseng, polygonum multiflorum, and polygonatum odorifera of a certain age.
Fang Han The corners of his mouth raised a slight arc.
He didn't delay, his mind moved slightly, and he called out System Panel.
[Host: Fang Han]
[Root Bone Talent Amplification: 256 times (Level Nine Amplification requires 10 million gold)]
[Sword Art Talent Amplification: 128 times (Level Eight Amplification requires 1 million gold)]
[Footwork Talent Amplification: 128 times (Level Eight Amplification requires 1 million gold)]
[Secret Technique Talent Amplification: 128 times (Level Eight Amplification requires 1 million gold)]
[Body Tempering Talent Amplification: 128 times (Level Eight Amplification requires 1 million gold)]
[Possessed Wealth:250,000 gold]
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on a jade box.
"Recharge."
The jade box and the medicinal materials inside it disappeared instantly.
He walked around the warehouse without stopping, touching the jade boxes and wooden boxes with his hands.
Every time you touch it, a batch of medicinal materials disappear.
In just a few breaths, hundreds of jade boxes and wooden boxes in the warehouse had all disappeared.
The numbers on System Panel also changed accordingly.
[Possessed Wealth: 250,000 gold → 450,000 gold]
Fang Han glanced at the row of numbers and felt quite satisfied.
Although this medicinal field is only a smaller one in the Nether Pavilion, it still contains many precious medicinal materials.
This increased his wealth by a full 200,000 gold.
Two hundred thousand gold, that is, twenty million taels of silver, is a huge sum of money.
He turned around and walked out of the warehouse, glanced at the two corpses, and then at the largest wooden house in the distance.
That Third Grade Elder's breath was still calm, and he was completely unaware of what was happening here.
"Whoosh!"
Withdrawing his gaze, Fang Han swayed and swept out of the valley along the route he came from.
It comes without a sound and leaves without a trace.
In just a moment, he swept out of the valley and disappeared into the night.
With his strength, he was enough to destroy all of the Nether Pavilion including Third Grade Elder, but he did not do so.
Because if you do this, it will definitely anger Nether Pavilion, which will make Nether Pavilion take this matter very seriously from the beginning.
This is not conducive to his subsequent actions.
Half an hour later, two sleepy-eyed patrolling disciples came to the warehouse on patrol.
"I'm so sleepy..."
The two of them muttered and walked to the warehouse door.
Then, their steps suddenly stopped, almost thinking they were dazzled.
Two disciples guarding the warehouse fell beside the door, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
The iron lock on the door is missing.
The door was ajar, revealing a gap.
The two of them felt nervous, and they quickly stretched out their hands to open the door without checking whether the two disciples guarding the warehouse were dead or alive.
Moonlight filtered in from outside the door, illuminating the empty wooden frame.
None of the jade boxes and wooden boxes that were originally neatly arranged were now left.
"This..."
The two of them opened their mouths, but were so surprised that they were speechless for a moment.
After a while, the two of them reacted.
"Here comes someone--! The warehouse has been stolen--!"
A shrill roar cut through the silent night sky.
Suddenly there was a commotion in the valley.
The lights in the wooden house lit up one by one, and the sleeping disciples rushed out of the house one after another. Some were holding up their pants, some were holding weapons, and their faces were full of surprise and uncertainty.
That Third Grade Elder also rushed out of the wooden house and landed in front of the warehouse door. His eyes swept across the empty wooden frame and fell on the two corpses, his face ashen.
"Can you see the robber?"
His voice was hoarse, filled with irrepressible anger.
"Didn't... didn't see..."
The two patrolling disciples who first discovered that the warehouse had been stolen turned pale and stuttered back.
"I just patrolled here, and this is already the case..."
Third Grade Elder gritted his teeth and glanced around.
The night was dark, and there was no sign of the thief anywhere.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions, and said in a deep voice:
"Inform the sect and tell them that the medicine field has been robbed and all the medicinal materials have been lost. Please ask the sect to send someone to investigate."
"Yes."
A Deacon responded quickly, turned around and left quickly.
The news quickly spread back to the Nether Pavilion.
In the main hall, Li Wushang stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands, holding the urgent letter that had just been sent from the medicine field, frowning slightly.
"The medicinal materials were stolen, the guarding disciple was killed, and the thief disappeared..."
He read the contents of the letter in a low voice, his face gloomy, but not too angry.
A small medicine field warehouse was stolen, some medicinal materials were lost, and two ordinary disciples died.
Compared with the losses caused by the conflict with the Azure Profound Sect, it is not a huge loss.
Under the current situation, it is not worth investing too much energy. Just send a Third Grade Elder who is good at tracking to take charge of this matter.
"Let Feng Yuan Elder go and find out who did it."
He threw the letter on the desk with a calm voice.
"Yes."
Liu Jin bowed in response, turned around and exited the hall.
The next morning, the sky was dim.
Feng Yuan took two Deacon, left Nether Pavilion, and rushed towards the medicine field.
At this moment, Fang Han had rested for the night, recharged his batteries, and rushed to the next target.
A few hours later, Fang Han appeared hundreds of miles away and arrived at a mine belonging to the Nether Pavilion.
"<Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art>."
Hidden in a dense bush outside the mine, Fang Han turned on <Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art> at full power, and the aura around his body converged to the extreme.
The whole person seemed to have turned into a piece of dead wood or a stubborn stone, blending into the surrounding vegetation and rocks.
"<Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>."
<Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> was activated, and the aura in the mine clearly appeared in his perception.
Throughout the mine, the auras of dozens of warriors were discovered.
The strongest among them should be a Third Grade warrior.
The situation is consistent with the intelligence.
"The next step is to wait for the evening to come."
Withdrawing his perception, Fang Han lay quietly in the bushes.
Wait until the night gets darker, and wait for those disciples to relax their vigilance.
The moon gradually sets in the west, and the lights in the mine go out one by one.
The footsteps of the patrolling disciples began to drag, and the yawns could be heard from a distance.
Zi Shi.
The mine fell into silence, with only the occasional chirping of insects coming from the grass, adding to the stillness of the mountains.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han moved.
He silently swept out from the bushes, using <Wind God Step> with all his strength, and his body was like an invisible night wind, floating silently into the mine.
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 shadow of the wooden house and swept deeper into the mine.
The two disciples on duty were leaning on both sides of the gate tower, dozing off little by little, unaware that someone was passing by a few feet away from them.
Fang Han's speed was very fast, and within a moment, it had already reached the depths of the mine.
Soon I discovered what looked like a warehouse.
It is made of bluestone and is several times larger than the one in the medicine field. The door is made of Iron Wood, which is thick and strong. There is a huge iron lock hanging on the door.
At the entrance of the warehouse, four Nether Pavilion disciples were guarding both sides.
There are four disciples guarding him. If you want to get rid of them without causing any disturbance, you need to use some methods.
"Pfft--"
Fang Han drew his sword and ducked to the two disciples on the left.
After a slash with the sword, a blood mark appeared on the necks of the two disciples on the left, blood spurted out, and their bodies fell limply.
Then, he ducked to the right, and before the two disciples on the right screamed, the long sword quickly grazed the necks of the two disciples on the right.
The four corpses slid softly to the ground. Fang Han reached out to hold them and placed them gently on the ground without making any sound.
He turned around, stretched out his hand to hold the iron lock, Internal Qi vomited slightly, and twisted it gently.
"Click."
The iron lock snapped in response.
He pushed open the door and entered.
The light in the warehouse is dim, and there is a faint smell of minerals in the air.
Against the wall, there are rows of wooden boxes neatly stacked, at least dozens of them.
Fang Han stepped forward and opened a wooden box.
Inside the box are neatly stacked Spirit Iron, which are dark in color, solid in texture, and in excellent condition.
He opened a few more wooden boxes, some containing Spirit Iron ore, some containing Spirit Copper Ore, and several boxes containing rare ore of good quality.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly.
Without delay, my mind moved slightly and called out System Panel.
[Host: Fang Han]
[Root Bone Talent Amplification: 256 times (Level Nine Amplification requires 10 million gold)]
[Sword Art Talent Amplification: 128 times (Level Eight Amplification requires 1 million gold)]
[Footwork Talent Amplification: 128 times (Level Eight Amplification requires 1 million gold)]
[Secret Technique Talent Amplification: 128 times (Level Eight Amplification requires 1 million gold)]
[Body Tempering Talent Amplification: 128 times (Level Eight Amplification requires 1 million gold)]
[Possessed Wealth: 450,000 gold]
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on a wooden box.