After entering the city, Chen Wanjun found a well-established inn and asked for a few rooms.
The room Fang Han was assigned was at the end of the corridor on the second floor. After pushing the door open, the room was simply furnished, with a bed, a table and a chair, and the bedding was relatively clean.
He untied Cloudsplitter Sword and leaned against the bedside, then put his luggage on the table and sat cross-legged on the bed.
After running around for days, the green-gold <Azure Profound Art>Internal Qi in the body has been consumed until only a thin layer is left, flowing lazily in the meridians, almost bottoming out.
In the battle with Xue Yuanlang, he almost tried his best.
Although the old guy lost his arm and was seriously injured, his heritage as a First Grade warrior is still there.
Even if he understood Sword Intent, <Void-Sundering Sword Manual> Minor Accomplishment, and was as powerful as him, he still had a hard time winning, and almost died in the hands of Xue Yuanlang.
Internal Qi consumes a lot of money.
Later, we traveled all day and night, with only two rests in the middle. In addition, in order to keep alert of the pursuers and maintain the operation of <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>, Internal Qi was even more exhausted.
As a result, Internal Qi in the body has completely bottomed out.
"Wow--"
Fang Han took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a grain of Spirit Resonance Pill and put it into his mouth.
Danyao melts in the mouth, a warm medicinal power slides down the throat and spreads into the limbs and bones.
He closed his eyes and <Azure Profound Art> started running slowly.
The blue-gold Internal Qi rushes through the meridians, like a dry river bed ushering in the long-lost rain, greedily absorbing and refining the pure medicinal power brought by Spirit Resonance Pill.
The power of the medicine is transformed into wisps of Internal Qi, and then poured into the whole body Acupoints. The meridians that were almost exhausted gradually began to fill up.
Quiet Room was completely silent, with only the occasional street noise outside the window and the faint sound of dogs barking in the distance.
More than an hour later.
Fang Han slowly opened his eyes, and a ray of light golden light flashed away in his eyes, and then disappeared.
In the body, the blue-gold Internal Qi has returned to its peak state, flowing endlessly in the meridians, lively and full.
He let out a breath of turbid breath, feeling his whole body feel lighter.
"They should be targeting the treasures I brought out from the ruins..."
Fang Han was sitting on the bedside, looking out the window.
Thinking of the life-and-death crisis he had experienced over the past few days, he couldn't help but feel afraid.
It also gave rise to speculation.
Xue Yuanlang is First Grade Elder of the Thunderlight Pavilion, and Meng Zhao is First Grade Elder of the Crimson Flame Sect. The more than ten disciples who followed them also belong to these two sects.
He had no enmity with these two sects, and even had very few interactions with them.
The only intersection is that in Ancient Ruins, Xue Wu of the Thunderlight Pavilion once made provocations to the younger generation of Qingyang Prefecture, but was taught a lesson by Mad Blade. As the first Qingyang Prefecture Prodigy Ranking, he stood up and said a few words.
That's all.
This kind of conflict will never lead to First Grade Elder from the two sects personally taking action and leading people to follow and intercept them.
The only explanation is the treasure obtained from Ancient Ruins.
The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying the jade.
People Thunderlight Pavilion and Crimson Flame Sect obviously coveted the treasure he obtained from Ancient Ruins.
"Thunderlight Pavilion, Crimson Flame Sect..."
Fang Han's fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the bed unconsciously, making a subtle clicking sound.
There was a coldness slowly gathering in those calm eyes.
He memorized the names of these two sects.
Now he only has the cultivation level of Third Grade Middle Stage. Even if he tried his best, he could only kill Xue Yuanlang while he was seriously injured.
If faced with First Grade warrior in his prime state, he is no match at all.
And these two sects are both the top forces of East Foothills Prefecture, and exist at the same level as Azure Profound Sect.
Each sect has a strong master who is in charge of it. There are many Elder under the sect, and the forces are intertwined. He cannot do anything about it.
Even Azure Profound Sect would find it tricky.
"Just because Nai can't survive now, doesn't mean he won't survive in the future!"
Fang Han had a cold light in his eyes.
He never doubted whether he could step into the realm of a master.
With System Panel here, and with Root Bone Talent Amplification that is as high as 256 times, for him, reaching the master realm is just a matter of time.
When he steps into the realm of Grandmaster, he will even go one step further--
At that time, he wouldn't mind taking a trip to East Foothills Prefecture to make these two families pay the price for what happened today.
"Get a good sleep first!"
Fang Han withdrew his gaze and suppressed these thoughts temporarily.
Right now, it's not the time to think about this.
The fatigue accumulated from days of running around now surged up like a tide.
His eyelids were as heavy as lead, and his limbs felt sore and weak.
He has never slept a wink since leaving Ancient Ruins.
He no longer held on, took off his robe, and lay down on the bed.
As soon as his head hit the pillow, sleepiness overwhelmed him like a tide.
His consciousness fell into chaos and he fell into a deep sleep.
During this sleep, I slept very deeply and without any dreams.
I slept from the afternoon until the next morning, sleeping for seven or eight hours.
Fang Han When I woke up, the morning light had already poured into the room through the window paper, casting a faint light and shadow on the ground.
The faint hustle and bustle of the market could be heard outside the window - the cries of vendors, the sound of wheels running over bluestone slabs, and the sounds of early-rising pedestrians greeting each other.
He lay quietly for a moment, feeling the abundant energy in his body.
The fatigue of running around for days finally dissipated completely after that long sleep.
The wounds on the body have begun to scab after being nourished by Creation Pill and a night's rest.
There was a growling sound in my stomach.
After sleeping for seven or eight hours, my stomach was empty at this moment, and my hunger was particularly clear.
Fang Han stood up, washed briefly, put on a clean green robe, hung Cloudsplitter Sword around his waist, and pushed out the door.
In the lobby downstairs, there are already several tables of guests having breakfast.
Chen Wanjun and Luo Yuntian were sitting at a table by the window, chatting quietly.
Yun Muyao is sitting alone in the corner, wearing a plain white dress and a veil covering her face. There is a bowl of porridge in front of her and she is sipping it.
Mad Butcher, Chen Wuhen and others were sitting at another table. When Fang Han came down, they all nodded in greeting.
Fang Han nodded slightly in response and sat down at the empty table.
The waiter greeted me attentively, and he ordered a few things at random - a basket of Steamed Bun, a bowl of porridge, and a few plates of side dishes.
The food was served quickly.
Steamed Bun The skin is thin and the filling is big. When you bite into it, it's full of gravy and it's piping hot.
The porridge is thick and the rice is fragrant.
The side dishes are light and refreshing.
Fang Han eats not fast, but very steadily.
A cage of Steamed Bun, a bowl of porridge, and a few plates of side dishes were quickly cleared away.
The hunger in my belly finally dissipated, replaced by the feeling of satiety.
He put down his chopsticks, picked up Teacup and took a sip, paid the bill, and went upstairs to his room.
I reached into my arms and touched something - slightly cool, slightly heavy, with a smooth surface.
It's the black ring obtained from Ancient Ruins.
After leaving Ancient Ruins, he was first intercepted and killed by Xue Yuanlang and others, and then ran away day and night. He never had time to take a closer look at this thing.
Now I finally have some free time.
"What kind of treasure is this?"
Fang Han Take out the ring and place it in your palm.
The ring is completely black, and I don't know what kind of material it is made of.
There is no decoration on the surface. It is as smooth as a mirror, but not as cold as metal. Instead, it has a jade-like warmth.
It's a little heavy in the hand, much heavier than an ordinary ring.
He looked over it several times, frowning slightly.
Can't see anything special.
There are no gems inlaid, except for the vaguely visible mysterious lines, it is just a black ring.
Unpretentious and unremarkable.
If he saw it at a roadside stall, he probably wouldn't even take a second look.
But this ring is the reward for the eighth level of Ancient Ruins.
Considering the richness of the previous rewards in Ancient Ruins, the ring as the eighth level reward cannot be a mortal object.
"Enter Internal Qi and try it!"
Fang Han thought for a moment and put the ring on the index finger of his left hand.
The size is just right, not loose or tight.
He tried to inject a wisp of Internal Qi into the ring.
The blue-gold Internal Qi flows along the fingertips into the dark ring, like a stream flowing into the sea, silently.
The ring still looked black and had no reaction.
"If it's not driven by Internal Qi, is it necessary to shed blood to recognize the master?"
Fang Han thought for a while and took off the ring again.
A common setting in previous entertainment works comes to mind - bloodshed to identify the master.
Since there are things like Ancient Ruins in this world that are suspected to be left behind by cultivators of immortality, then the method of shedding blood to identify one's master may really exist.
Draw your sword and draw it on the pad of your index finger.
His current physical defense was astonishing, and it took a lot of effort to open a shallow gash.
A drop of bright red blood seeped out and fell on the surface of the ring.
His eyes were fixed on the ring.
The blood beads rolled on the smooth surface of the ring, and then--
No response.
No absorption, no luminescence, no vision whatsoever.
The blood droplets just stopped on the ring surface, as if they had fallen on an ordinary stone.
"Still not working?"
Fang Han was silent for a moment and wiped away the blood drops.
Internal Qi won't work, and even dripping blood won't work.
How should I use this ring?
He frowned, staring at the dark ring in his palm, lost in thought.
The reward for the eighth level cannot be a useless thing.
There must be some way that he hasn't thought of yet.
Internal Qi is the foundation of this world's martial arts system.
Recognizing the owner by dripping blood is a common way of identifying the owner of magic weapons in fairy novels of previous generations.
Tried both, neither works.
What else?
"Do you want to use Divine Strength?!"
Fang Han suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind.
In martial arts practice, there are three levels of spirit, energy and spirit.
Essence Pass hammers Flesh Refining the body, Qi Pass accumulates Internal Qi, Spirit Pass tempers the spirit.
After entering the third level, he opened up the divine treasure of "spiritual perception" and gained the ability to perceive the surroundings with spiritual power.
Internal Qi doesn't work, dripping blood doesn't work, what about sperm Divine Strength?
"Give it a try!"
Fang Han took a deep breath, suppressed the faint expectation in his heart, and put the ring back on his left index finger.
He closed his eyes, and the area between his brows Divine Treasury felt slightly warm.
A wisp of invisible essence Divine Strength reached out like a tentacle and cautiously touched the ring.
The moment Divine Strength touched the ring--
"Buzz..."
A soft cry that only he could sense sounded in his mind.
The sound was extremely soft, but it seemed as if an invisible door had been opened.
The next moment, his consciousness flowed on its own and entered a mysterious space.