The evening sun was soft and weak, casting a dim light among the mountains.
The figure of Fang Han appeared among the continuous mountains. He slowed down and scanned the surrounding terrain. After confirming that the position recorded in the intelligence of the Rain Listening Hall was correct, he hid in a bush.
A few miles ahead, a large-scale mine was built against the mountain.
Different from the mine that was looted before, this mine occupies a very large area, with a tall bluestone wall built around the perimeter, arrow stacks on the top of the wall, and a lookout post at each corner.
Within the wall, dozens of wooden houses and work sheds are arranged neatly, and several huge mine cave entrances are darkly open, with traces of carts entering and exiting from time to time.
This is the largest Nether Pavilion Spirit Iron Mine.
"<Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>."
Fang Han restrained his aura, <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> pushed with all his strength, and the aura in the mine clearly appeared in his perception.
Dozens of warrior auras are scattered everywhere, varying in strength and weakness.
And deep in the mine, a breath was particularly powerful - cold, condensed, with a heart-stopping sense of oppression.
Second Grade, the owner of this breath is most likely a Second Grade warrior.
"As expected, Second Grade warrior is here."
Fang Han's complexion was slightly frozen.
As recorded in the Rain Listening Hall's information, this mine is one of the Nether Pavilion's important financial resources, and a Second Grade Elder is in charge all year round.
The sun is setting in the west, and dusk is getting darker.
The disciples in the mine began to get busy. Some made fires to cook, some pushed carts of ore out of the mine, and some were banging something in the work shed.
Fang Han is motionless, like a sculpture.
Choosing this mine is an adventure and one must be more cautious than before.
Night falls.
The moonlight peeked out from behind the clouds, casting a cool glow.
The lights in the mine were lit one by one, and the figures of the patrolling disciples were walking back and forth inside the wall.
Fang Han was observing the patrol pattern and confirming the status of Second Grade Elder.
The night is getting darker.
The lights in the mine gradually went out, leaving only a few lanterns on the wall still swaying in the wind.
The footsteps of the patrolling disciples began to drag, and the sound of yawning could be heard from a distance.
And the breath of that Second Grade Elder also changed - from smooth to deep, and the breathing became long and rhythmic.
Such changes indicate that Elder will either enter a state of cultivation or fall asleep.
"It's time!"
Fang Han had a glimmer of light in his eyes.
That's it now.
"Whoosh--"
He silently swept out from the bushes, <Wind God Step> used all his strength, and his body was like an invisible night wind, floating close to the ground towards 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 stepped on the wall with his feet, as if he were walking on the ground, and climbed over the wall silently.
Two patrolling disciples walked past ten feet away, unaware that someone had sneaked into the mine.
'The warehouse should be deep down!'
Following the shadow of the building, Fang Han flew deep into the mine.
His speed was very fast, but extremely quiet. Every step he took was precisely in the blind spot of the patrolling disciples' sight.
On the way, a group of patrolling disciples turned out from the corner in front. He flashed and was already stuck to the side of a wooden house, his whole person disappearing into the shadow cast by the eaves.
The group of disciples passed by a few feet away, but no one noticed anything strange, which shows how strong his ability to collect breath is now.
"Whoosh!"
When the footsteps faded away, Fang Han came out again.
In just a moment, he was deep inside the mine.
Ahead, a building made of bluestone that looked like a warehouse appeared in view.
The building occupies a very large area and is several times larger than the mine warehouse that was looted before.
The door is made of Iron Wood, it is thick and strong, and a huge iron lock is hung on the door.
In front of the building, eight Nether Pavilion disciples were stationed in various places.
'There are actually eight people guarding it!'
Fang Han's footsteps paused slightly, and his eyes fell on the eight figures.
There were eight people guarding it, which was exactly double the number of people guarding the mine that was looted before.
"It seems that Nether Pavilion is already alert."
Fang Han The thoughts in my heart are spinning.
Having lost two industries in a row, it is impossible for the Nether Pavilion to have no reaction. He should have issued a warning to all industries and asked them to send more manpower to guard the warehouses.
The cultivation of these eight disciples is clearly presented under <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>.
The strongest person is at the fifth level, the two weakest are Seventh Rank, and the rest are all at the sixth level.
"It's not difficult to kill these eight people, but..."
Fang Han frowned slightly.
It is not difficult to kill these eight people, but it is not easy to kill these eight people without making any noise.
The eight people were stationed in various places, ranging from a few feet to a few feet apart.
No matter how fast his Body Movement is, it is impossible to kill all eight people at the same instant.
As long as one person makes a sound, the Second Grade Elder will be awakened.
By then, the looting will definitely end in failure.
"How to do it?"
Fang Han was crouching in the shadow of a wooden house, his eyes scanning the positions of the eight people, and he was rapidly deducing various plans in his mind.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind.
"Sword Intent."
Fang Han whispered to himself, the voice was so soft that only he could hear it.
Sword Intent can not only tear apart tangible things, but also frighten invisible gods.
The eight people with the highest cultivation level are only at the fifth level. The mental shock carried by Sword Intent is enough to stun or even kill all eight people in an instant.
The mental impact of Sword Intent is intangible, will not make any sound, and will not leave any traces visible to the naked eye.
As long as he grasps it properly and strictly controls the coverage of Sword Intent, he can solve these eight people in an instant without alerting anyone.
'This is the best way!'
A trace of determination flashed in Fang Han's eyes, and he decided to give Wind Sword Intent a try.
However, he did not rush to take action, but first used <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> to sense the situation of the Second Grade breath again.
The breath is still deep and steady, with no abnormal fluctuations. He should still be practicing or sleeping.
He sensed the area around the warehouse again and confirmed that there were no hidden sentries lurking.
"Wow--"
Fang Han slowly pull out Cloudsplitter Sword.
The sword was unsheathed without making any sound. Dark Cyan's sword was shining with restrained brilliance in the moonlight.
He took a deep breath, Wind Sword Intent quietly circulated, attached to the sword body, and pointed at the eight Nether Pavilion guarding disciples from a distance.
The next moment--
Sword Intent exploded.
"Buzz--"
Not Sword Qi, not a sword light, but an invisible and pure spiritual impact.
The impact was silent and formless, but with the sharp intention of tearing everything apart, it instantly passed several feet away and enveloped the eight disciples.
Among the eight disciples, one who was leaning against the doorpost and taking a nap suddenly dropped his head and became silent again.
A disciple who was talking in a low voice suddenly stopped and his body slid softly to the ground.
A disciple who was walking back and forth boredly suddenly stopped. His whole body seemed to have had his bones removed, and he collapsed silently.
The remaining five people, either standing or sitting, lost consciousness almost at the same moment, and their bodies fell limply.
Without exception, all were killed.
This is the scary thing about Sword Intent.
For Upper Third Grade warriors, the mental impact of Sword Intent may be just a moment of trance.
But for these Middle Third Grade warriors who are the strongest but at the fifth level, they are like ants in the strong wind, and their souls will be shattered in an instant.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han's body flashed and he was already in front of the warehouse door.
Before the eight corpses fell down and made any noise, he reached out to support the eight corpses and gently placed them on the ground.
The movement was very fast, yet very gentle, without making any sound.
"Puff, puff, puff--"
Then, he used Cloudsplitter Sword to add a sword to each corpse.
The tip of the sword pierced the heart with precision and sharpness. The wound was extremely small and there was very little blood seeping out.
He didn't do anything unnecessary.
Among the Upper Third Grade warriors, there are very few warriors who have understood Artistic Conception, and the number of Upper Third Grade warriors who have understood Sword Intent is even smaller.
If Nether Pavilion discovers that these people died at the hands of Sword Intent, he will probably be suspicious of him.
And with this sword repair, the sword wound can cover up the traces of Sword Intent.
Even if Nether Pavilion sends people to check, they will only think that these people were killed with sharp swords rather than died from Sword Intent.
"I hope the delivery won't disappoint me!"
After doing all this, Fang Han turned around and reached out to hold the iron lock.
Internal Qi Spit slightly and twist gently.
"Click."
The iron lock snapped in response.
He pushed the door open and closed the door behind him.
The light in the warehouse is dim, and the air is filled with a faint smell of minerals.
Fang Han's gaze swept around, and even with his Third Grade warrior's eyesight, he couldn't help but be slightly moved.
The warehouse is huge, at least several hundred feet square.
Against the wall, rows of wooden boxes were neatly stacked, stacked from the ground to the roof. There were at least hundreds of boxes.
He stepped forward and opened a wooden box.
In the box are neatly stacked Spirit Iron ores, which are dark in color and solid in texture. The quality is much better than that of the previous mine.
He opened a few more wooden boxes, some containing Spirit Iron ore, some containing Spirit Copper Ore, and several boxes containing rare ore of extremely high quality, glowing with a cold luster in the darkness.
"With so much ore, we should be able to collect 300,000 gold in one go."
Fang Han The corner of his mouth raised a slight arc.
He didn't delay, his mind moved slightly, and he called out System Panel.
A translucent light curtain appeared in front of my eyes.
[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:700,000 gold]
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on a wooden box.
"Recharge."
The wooden box and the ore inside disappeared instantly.
He kept walking and walked around the warehouse, constantly touching the wooden boxes with his hands.
Every time you touch it, a batch of ore disappears.
The movement was fast, but very steady, without making any unnecessary noise.
In just a moment, all the hundreds of wooden boxes in the warehouse disappeared.
The numbers on System Panel also changed accordingly.
[Possessed Wealth: 700,000 gold → 1.1 million gold]
"1.1 million gold."
Fang Han's eyes fell on the row of numbers, and a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.
This number already exceeds the one million gold required to open Level Eight Amplification.