Fang Han's footsteps paused slightly the moment he saw this boundary monument.
Behind him, Yun Muyao, Luo Yuntian and others also stopped one after another, their eyes falling on those three words.
No one spoke, but the tense atmosphere that had been tense all day and night quietly relaxed a little at this moment.
Qingyang Prefecture.
They are finally back.
Fang Han slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and felt the fatigue coming from his limbs surge up like a tide at this moment.
The wounds on his body that were torn apart by the puppet's sharp claws and swept by the wind of Xue Yuanlang's palm were scabbed, but they were still aching.
I had been driving continuously for more than a day, with only two breaks in the middle. My legs were as heavy as lead.
The same is true for the other eight people.
Yun Muyao The hem of her dress was stained with mud, and her face was covered with gauze. Only a pair of cold eyes were exposed, and the fatigue in the corners of her eyes almost solidified.
Luo Yuntian's complexion is pale and his breath is weak.
Mad Butcher was carrying the giant knife, his sturdy body was still upright, but his breathing could not be suppressed.
Chen Wuhen, Su Yuwei, Mo Chen, Liu Ruyan, Wang Miao--everyone's face is full of exhaustion.
"We have returned to Qingyang Prefecture. The pursuers should have given up. Find a place to rest for half an hour."
Chen Wanjun stopped, turned around, and glanced at the nine Fang Han people whose faces were full of fatigue.
"Finally I can take a break!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately looked for a hiding place to rest as if they had been granted amnesty.
After finding the place, Mad Butcher directly thrust the giant knife into the ground, sat down on the stone, and let out a long breath.
Chen Wuhen found an ancient tree, sat down with his back against the trunk, took out the folding fan from his waist and shook it gently, but the movement of the fan was much slower than usual.
Su Yuwei and Liu Ruyan sat side by side on a flat bluestone. Both of them looked pale. They silently took out the dry food and chewed it slowly.
Mo Chen was sitting alone a little further away, still expressionless, just closing his eyes and concentrating.
Wang Miao lay directly on the ground, chest heaving and breathing heavily.
Yun Muyao sat down cross-legged, her plain white dress spread on the grass, took off her water bag, and took a sip.
"Wow!"
Fang Han sat down against a rock, closed his eyes, and breathed evenly.
The Internal Qi in the body flows slowly along the route of <Azure Profound Art>, warming and nourishing the wounds that have not yet completely healed.
The medicinal power of Creation Pill still remains, and with the nourishment of Internal Qi, the dull pain in the wound is fading away.
"Buzz--"
<Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>'s perception is still maintained, covering the surrounding area for miles.
Although he has stepped into Qingyang Prefecture, he has not relaxed his vigilance.
Although Qingyang Prefecture is the territory of the Azure Profound Sect, and the enemy is unlikely to pursue them into the county, it does not rule out the possibility that the enemy will take risks.
Thunderlight Pavilion lost one First Grade Elder, several talented disciples.
This loss is enough to drive a top power crazy.
Crazy forces can do anything.
In his perception, the auras within several miles around him appeared one by one.
Birds and animals shuttle through the forest, insects squirm under rotten leaves, streams gurgling in the distance, and the faint smell of fish swimming in the water - everything is clearly distinguishable and layered.
For more than a day, he maintained the full operation of <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>. Internal Qi consumed a lot of money, but the harvest was equally huge.
This kind of high-intensity continuous operation improves this High Grade Tracking Secret Technique more significantly than practicing for several months on ordinary days.
He could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the next realm, and he might break through at any time.
Suddenly--
"Buzz..."
A soft cry that only he could feel resounded from deep within his body.
The sound was so soft that it was almost undetectable, but it seemed as if an invisible door had opened.
In an instant, his range of perception suddenly expanded outward.
The perception that originally covered several miles suddenly spread at this moment, extending outward for more than two miles, reaching a range of five miles.
Not only that.
Some of the breath left half a month ago or even longer, which had become extremely thin, became clearly discernible.
"<Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>, Greater Accomplishment."
Fang Han opened his eyes, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
He didn't expect that he would break through at this time.
This is an unexpected surprise.
With the Mastery Realm's <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>, both tracking and warning capabilities will be greatly improved in the future.
He was about to appreciate the changes brought about by the breakthrough, when suddenly--
His complexion suddenly changed.
His eyes suddenly turned in one direction, and his right hand instinctively pressed the hilt of the sword.
There, only a few hundred meters away, there was a breath.
The breath was extremely weak, vague and vague, as if it had blended into the forest itself.
If <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> hadn't just made a breakthrough, expanded the range of perception, and improved the accuracy, he would never have been able to detect the existence of this aura.
"Fang Han?"
Chen Wanjun noticed something strange about Fang Han, his eyes narrowed, and he asked in a deep voice.
"What did you find?"
Yun Muyao, Luo Yuntian and others also became alert at the same time. They stood up one after another, pressed their hands on their swords, and looked along the line of sight of Fang Han.
"Someone."
Fang Han spoke in a low voice, his voice solemn.
He actually never discovered that there was someone secretly there. If the perception accuracy hadn't been greatly improved after the breakthrough, he might still be unaware of it.
"The method of condensing the aura is extremely high. If Non-Self's secret perception technique breaks through again, he will almost not be able to detect it."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed at the same time.
It is absolutely unusual to be able to hide the visitor's interest-collecting method from Fang Han's perception.
If the other party launched a sneak attack on them, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Who?"
Chen Wanjun frowned slightly, pressed the handle of the knife with his right hand, and the breath around his body quietly circulated.
Yun Muyao drew his sword three inches out of its scabbard. Luo Yuntian, Mad Butcher and others were also on guard, their eyes fixed on that direction.
In the mountains and forests, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Just then--
A figure slowly walked out of the forest in that direction.
That was an old man.
He has a slim figure and a thin face. He is wearing a dark blue robe, the corners of which flutter slightly in the mountain breeze.
His hair is gray and tied up randomly with a wooden hairpin, his wrinkles are as deep as knife carvings, and his complexion is as pale as if he had not seen the sun all year round.
He just walked with his hands behind his back, walking slowly and slowly, as if he was just walking in the mountains and forests.
There is no powerful aura around him, and he looks like an ordinary old man.
Fang Han's brows furrowed even more.
In his perception, the old man's aura was still vague and vague, as if it would blend into the surrounding mountains and forests at any time and disappear.
This is anything but normal.
He pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, and Internal Qi was quietly flowing in his body, ready to take action at any time.
However--
"Supreme Elder?!"
Chen Wanjun's voice suddenly sounded, with unconcealable surprise.
The solemnity on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a kind of awe from the heart.
He stepped forward quickly, bowed and saluted, his voice extremely respectful.
"Subordinate Chen Wanjun, please refer to Supreme Elder."
Supreme Elder?
Fang Han was slightly startled.
Yun Muyao, Luo Yuntian and others were also stunned.
This old man who looks like an ordinary old man is actually Supreme Elder from the Azure Profound Sect?
"Disciple Fang Han, see Supreme Elder."
Fang Han was the first to come to his senses, quickly released the hilt of his sword, and bowed in salute.
"Disciple, see Supreme Elder!"
Yun Muyao, Luo Yuntian and others also woke up from a dream and bowed one after another.
"No need to be polite."
Gu Changqing stopped, glanced at everyone, and nodded slightly.
His voice was old and peaceful, and his eyes swept over Yun Muyao, Luo Yuntian and others one by one, and finally landed on Fang Han.
A faint hint of approval flashed in those gleaming eyes.
"You can sense my aura. Your attainments in the secret art of perception are indeed impressive."
"Supreme Elder is ridiculous. This disciple is just lucky enough to have a breakthrough, otherwise it would be difficult to detect the aura of Supreme Elder."
Fang Han said quickly, his voice modest.
Gu Changqing shook his head slightly and said nothing more, but the look of approval in his eyes became a little stronger.
"Supreme Elder, but you took action secretly and stopped the pursuers?"
Chen Wanjun straightened up, his eyes fell on Gu Changqing, and asked.
"Thunderlight Pavilion's people have retreated."
Gu Changqing nodded slightly.
His voice was still calm, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter.
But the content of these words made Fang Han and others feel shocked at the same time.
No wonder they were able to return to Qingyang Prefecture so smoothly.
It's not that the people from the Thunderlight Pavilion didn't come, they came, but they were forced back by Supreme Elder.
"Thank you Supreme Elder!"
Fang Han and others bowed, their voices full of gratitude.
Gu Changqing waved his hand.
"No need."
He turned around and walked away.
"The crisis has been resolved, you can take a good rest before returning to your clan."
As soon as the words fell, his figure disappeared as silently as when he came.
It's like it never appeared.
Fang Han looked at the disappearing figure and said nothing for a long time.
This is the strong master.
Come without a trace, go without a trace.
Without <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>'s breakthrough, he wouldn't even be able to detect the opponent's existence.
"Huh--"
Chen Wanjun took a long breath, turned around, and glanced at everyone.
"Did you hear everything?"
His voice was calm, but with a hint of relaxation that was difficult to conceal.
"The pursuers have retreated, the crisis has been resolved, and you can rest assured."
Everyone nodded, and the solemn look on their faces finally completely dissipated.
After resting for half an hour, everyone's fatigue from running around for days has subsided slightly.
Chen Wanjun stood up and glanced at everyone. Seeing that everyone looked better, he nodded slightly:
"Let's go, Plain Valley City is thirty miles ahead. Let's go into the city and rest."
Everyone stood up in response.
Thirty miles is nothing to the weakest and fifth-grade warrior in this line.
Even though he was injured, it was only half an hour's journey.
Half an hour later, the outline of Plain Valley City appeared at the end of the field of vision.
The city wall is not very high, it is made of gray stone strips, about seven or eight feet long, and glows gray in the afternoon sun.
There were only a few people at the city gate, and the soldiers guarding the city leaned against the doorway and yawned. When they saw this group of warriors who were dusty and stained with blood on their bodies, they only took a second look and did not question them.
These people are warriors at first glance, and they are not pawns that can be provoked.