"The thief's method of collecting interest is extremely clever."
Luo Qi turned around, his eyes fell on Qin Luomei's face, and said slowly.
"I have been practicing <Seeking Nether, Probing Subtleties> for many years, and I have never encountered such a difficult opponent."
Qin Luomei Silence.
Even Luo Qi said so, which shows how difficult it is for the thief to track him.
"I will report the situation here to the sect truthfully."
Luo Qi looked away and walked into the mine.
"Take me to see those eight corpses and see if I can find anything."
Qin Luomei nodded and led the way.
The two returned to the mine, and the eight corpses were placed in an empty wooden house and covered with white cloth.
Luo Qi lifted up the white cloth and carefully examined the sword wounds on the hearts of each corpse.
The wound was extremely small, only a thin line-like mark, but it penetrated the heart accurately and was fatal with one strike.
"Sword Technique is extremely fast and extremely accurate."
Luo Qi straightened up with a solemn expression.
"A master with the sword."
She was silent for a moment and then added.
"And judging from the wounds, this person's cultivation level is at least Third Grade or above."
Qin Luomei nodded and said nothing more.
Luo Qi carefully checked the body and found nothing more before walking out of the wooden house.
"I will send a message to the sect to inform the situation here."
She stood in the mine with her hands folded, looking at the rising sun on the horizon, her voice low.
"As for whether the thief can be tracked..."
She shook her head and said nothing.
Qin Luomei understands what she means.
Even she was helpless. The difficulty of tracking this thief was beyond the Nether Pavilion's current ability.
Not long after, a letter eagle soared into the sky from the mine and flew quickly in the direction of the Nether Pavilion.
Nether Pavilion Deep in the main hall.
Li Wushang stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, holding the letter Luo Qi had just sent back, his face so gloomy that it could drip water.
"Luo Qi... can't be tracked?"
The uncontrollable shock and anger made Liu Jin, who was standing with his head bowed in the hall, couldn't help but shudder.
The handwriting on the letterhead is neat and concise, but every word is like a hammer--
"The thieves are extremely sophisticated in their methods of collecting money, and the atmosphere at the scene is weak, making it impossible to form complete tracking clues."
"I am incompetent and the tracking failed."
Li Wushang put down the letter and stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, not moving for a long time.
Even Luo Qi failed.
In his mind, the tracking expert who had never missed a beat also failed this time.
"Deputy Pavilion Master..."
Liu Jin spoke in a low voice, but stopped talking.
Li Wushang did not look back, but raised his right hand to signal him to be silent.
There was a long silence in the palace.
After a long time, Li Wushang slowly spoke, his voice hoarse, with an indescribable sense of exhaustion and determination.
"Pass the order."
He turned around and his eyes fell on Liu Jin's face.
"Inform all industries in the sect to transport the inventory materials in the warehouse back to the sect as soon as possible."
Liu Jin was slightly startled, then nodded:
"Yes."
He turned around and walked out of the palace, his pace a little faster than usual.
Li Wushang stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands, looking out the window.
Luo Qi actually failed.
Even the best person in the cabinet who is good at tracking has failed, and sending others there will be in vain.
Continuing to leave materials in various properties will only give thieves opportunities to continue to strike.
Instead of doing this, it is better to transport the materials back to the sect in a centralized manner and keep them under unified custody.
At least, within the sect, there are strong masters who are in charge, and thieves will never dare to attack.
"It's just..."
Li Wushang whispered to himself, his voice full of anger.
Transporting the supplies back to the sect is tantamount to bowing to the thief, and is tantamount to admitting that Nether Pavilion can't do anything to the thief.
As one of Seven Sects, Nether Pavilion has been in the clan for hundreds of years, but has it ever suffered such humiliation?
But he had no choice.
If thieves are allowed to loot several more properties, the losses will be even more severe.
Instead of continuing to take risks just to save face, it is better to stop losses as soon as possible.
"No matter who you are..."
Li Wushang gritted his teeth and spoke word by word, his voice as low as the cold wind on a winter night.
"When I, Nether Pavilion, am free, I will make you pay the price."
After recharging his energy in a tree hole, Fang Han identified the direction, unfolded Body Movement, and swept westward.
With the lesson from his previous near-failure, he chose a new target, Nether Pavilion, a small silver mine that was only occupied by Third Grade Elder.
In the evening, Fang Han appeared among the rolling mountains.
He slowed down his pace, hid in a dense bush, restrained his breath, and <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> pushed with all his strength.
A few miles ahead, there is a mine built halfway up the mountain.
Inside the mine, more than a dozen wooden houses were built against the mountain, and shadows of people could be vaguely seen moving around.
Fang Han carefully sensed the atmosphere in the mine.
The most powerful one is located deep in the mine, and its aura is condensed - it should be a Third Grade Elder.
The remaining dozens of scents were uneven, and were no different from what was recorded in the intelligence.
"There is no Second Grade warrior!"
Fang Han felt a little calmer.
He did not rush into action, but quietly hid in the bushes, waiting for night to fall.
Dusk fell, and Fang Han remained motionless, like a lifeless stone.
The night was dark, and the moonlight peeked out from behind the clouds.
Fang Han finally moved.
"Whoosh!"
He silently swept out of the bushes, <Wind God Step> used all his strength, and like an invisible night wind, he climbed over the wall and floated into the mine.
In just a moment, he had reached the depths of the mine.
The warehouse is built on the side of the mountain wall and is made of bluestone. Four disciples are stationed in front of the door.
Fang Han didn't hesitate.
"Buzz--"
Wind Sword Intent circulated quietly, and an invisible spiritual impact instantly passed over the four disciples.
The four of them fell down softly before they even had time to make any noise.
Fang Han's body flashed and he had already reached the warehouse door. He stretched out his hands to support the four corpses and placed them gently on the ground.
"Puff puff puff--"
The sword light flashed continuously, and each of the four people received a very fine wound.
He turned around, Internal Qi vomited slightly, broke the iron lock, and pushed the door open.
In the warehouse, silver ore is piled up like a mountain.
Fang Han did not delay, calling out System Panel, and kept touching the silver ores with both hands.
The silver ore disappeared instantly as if it had been wiped away by an invisible hand.
After a few seconds, the warehouse was already empty.
The numbers on System Panel jump accordingly.
[Possessed Wealth: 100,000 gold → 300,000 gold]
"Three hundred thousand gold."
Fang Han glanced at the line of numbers, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved.
After harvesting 200,000 gold, Possessed Wealth increased to 300,000 gold. The progress towards the next 1 million gold is already close to 1/3.
He turned around and walked out of the warehouse, glanced at the four corpses, and then at the largest wooden house in the distance.
The breath of Third Grade was still calm, and he was not aware of what was happening here.
"Whoosh--"
Fang Han's figure swayed and swept out of the mine along the route he came from.
Within a moment, he had swept out of the mine and disappeared into the night.
--
The next evening, the setting sun dyed the horizon a dark gold color.
The figure of Fang Han appeared in a hilly area north of Qingyang Prefecture.
Here is another silver mine in the Nether Pavilion.
According to the Rain Listening Hall's information, this silver mine is not large in scale. There is also only one Third Grade Elder in charge, and the guard strength is similar to the previous one.
Fang Han hid in a bush, gathered his breath, and <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> pushed with all his strength.
"Huh?"
When Fang Han's perception swept across the mine, his brows furrowed slightly.
There are only a few weak breaths in the mine.
The auras belonging to the guarding disciples were sparse, only seven or eight.
The most powerful aura of Third Grade is still there, but other than that, there are no other auras of warriors in the mine.
There are only seven or eight warriors guarding a mine, which is extremely abnormal.
"Something's wrong."
Fang Han had a doubt in his heart.
He did not rush into action, but continued to lurk, carefully sensing everything in the mine.
The sun is setting in the west, and dusk is getting darker.
The lights in the mine lit up one by one, and the figures of the patrolling disciples walked around the mine.
Fang Han observed for a long time and confirmed that there were indeed only seven or eight disciples in the mine, not the more than 20 people recorded in the intelligence.
"Has he been transferred? Or..."
He had a vague guess in his mind.
He didn't wait any longer.
After nightfall, he swept out from the bushes, used <Wind God Step> with all his strength, and quietly floated into the mine.
The patrolling disciples were sparse, and he had reached the depths of the mine without encountering almost any obstacles.
The warehouse was built on the side of the mountain wall, with only two disciples guarding the door.
Fang Han used Sword Intent's mental shock to kill the two men, repaired the sword wounds, twisted the iron lock, and pushed the door open.
Moonlight filtered in from outside the door, illuminating the empty warehouse.
There are no silver mines or anything else of value.
Nothing.
There was only an empty warehouse, casting a lonely shadow under the moonlight.
"What you worried about still happened!"
Fang Han stood in the center of the warehouse, looking around, with a slightly gloomy expression.
What he was most worried about happened.
Nether Pavilion tried his best but was unable to track him. He has ordered all industries in the sect to transport the inventory materials in the warehouse back to the sect.
He came a step too late.
"It seems the action can only go so far."
Fang Han whispered to himself, his voice echoing gently in the empty warehouse.
Without stopping, he turned around and walked out of the warehouse, closing the door behind him.
"Whoosh--"
He swayed and swept out of the mine along the route he came from.
Within a moment, he had swept out of the mine and disappeared into the night.
After leaving the mine, Fang Han stood on a ridge. The moonlight fell, making his shadow very long.
He stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the mountains in the distance, frowning slightly.
Nether Pavilion has most likely ordered various industries to transport supplies back to the sect.
If we continue to act, I am afraid that the warehouse will be empty and it will be difficult to gain anything.
"It's time to stop."
Fang Han whispered to himself, already making a decision in his heart.
During this operation, four properties of the Nether Pavilion were looted - one medicine field and three mines.
The total harvest exceeded one million gold, which was already an extremely huge harvest.
Now Nether Pavilion has ordered the materials from various industries to be transported away. Even if the looting continues, there will be no big gains, so it is time to stop.
"Return to the sect."
Fang Han turned around, determined the direction, unfolded Body Movement, and flew away in the direction of the Azure Profound Sect.
Under the moonlight, his figure was like an invisible wisp of wind, passing through the mountains and forests, crossing streams, and soon disappeared into the night.