'Nether Pavilion Elder Luo Qi.'
Fang Han's heart moved slightly as he recognized this person's identity.
Although he has never met this person, he is no stranger to this person - Nether Pavilion is the best at tracking Elder. It is said that no one has been able to escape from her tracking skills so far.
Of course, he, who looted many properties of the Nether Pavilion, is the only exception.
"Azure Profound Sect sent you here?"
Luo Qi spoke, his voice hoarse, with an undisguised coldness.
"A twenty-year-old boy?"
Fang Han stopped and looked at Luo Qi's penetrating eyes with a calm expression.
"It seems that Azure Profound Sect is not interested in this search."
Luo Qi The corner of his mouth slightly curved into a cold and cynical arc.
"Or is it that Azure Profound Sect has no one to send, so we can only ask a junior to fill up the numbers?"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone present changed slightly.
Some people lowered their heads, unwilling to get involved in this dispute; others looked at Fang Han with a hint of a good show in their eyes.
Fang Han looked at Luo Qi, his expression still calm.
"Luo Elder."
He spoke, his voice was not loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.
"The art of tracking depends on ability, not age."
He paused, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"If you were older and more capable, the 'robber' who robbed many of your properties would not still be at large."
As soon as these words came out, Luo Qi's expression changed instantly.
On that originally stern face, the livid color spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Her penetrating eyes stared intently at Fang Han, with anger welling up in the depths of her pupils.
The "robber" who ransacked many Nether Pavilion properties and was unable to even be traced by her personally was her biggest stain in recent years.
Now that Fang Han had exposed the scar in front of her, it was like a thorn that pierced into the place she cared about most.
"You--"
Luo Qi's voice was hoarse, filled with irrepressible anger.
Fang Han just looked at her quietly, his expression as calm as water.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Everyone present looked at each other and remained silent.
Although Fang Han is young, he is the most outstanding genius of the Azure Profound Sect in hundreds of years. He has reached the top of Prodigy Ranking at the age of twenty. It is said that he has also understood Sword Intent and his combat power is enough to compete with Second Grade.
And Luo Qi is Nether Pavilion's very experienced Second Grade Elder. He is well-known in various sects for his tracking skills. He has a cold and stern temperament and has never been easy to get along with.
The identity and strength of the two people are extremely extraordinary. If the two of them start a fight, it will be impossible for others like them to persuade them or not to persuade them.
At this moment, a gentle female voice sounded.
"Boy, can you listen to me?"
Fang Han looked sideways.
The speaker was a woman in her forties, wearing a Rain Listening Tower-specific aqua blue Elder robe, with flowing cloud patterns embroidered with gold thread on the corners of the robe.
She has a gentle face and delicate features. Although she is no longer young, she still has a kind of calmness and elegance accumulated over the years.
Her long hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, and a few strands of hair fell down to her ears, fluttering gently in the mountain breeze.
There is a sheathed long sword hanging on the waist. The scabbard is light blue, with several simple cloud patterns outlined in silver lines.
At this moment, she was looking at Fang Han and Luo Qi, with a bit of helplessness and a bit of sincerity in her clear eyes.
"Rain Listening Tower Elder Su Wanbai."
She nodded slightly to Fang Han first, then turned to Luo Qi, her voice gentle but calm.
"You two, we are here to search for that master-level monster. It is related to the safety of countless people in Qingyang Prefecture. If there is an internal strife before we enter the mountain, won't we let the monster see the joke?"
Luo Qi snorted coldly, but did not refute.
Fang Han glanced at Su Wanbai and slightly cupped his hands. "What Su Elder said is true."
Rain Listening Tower has the deepest foundation among Seven Sects. It is rumored that there is more than one master-level expert in the building, and he is vaguely ranked first among Seven Sects.
Since the other party has come forward to mediate, he will naturally give him this face.
Seeing that both of them wanted to give in, Su Wanbai showed a gentle smile on his face, nodded slightly towards Fang Han, then turned to Luo Qi and nodded lightly.
The atmosphere finally calmed down.
Fang Han walked aside, sat down on a piece of bluestone, closed his eyes and rested.
Luo Qi also withdrew his gaze, stood with his hands behind his back, and said no more words.
Seeing this, the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
A few hours later, the sun had reached high in the sky.
In the open space at the foot of the mountain, several more figures arrived one after another.
There was an old man in a gray robe, a middle-aged man with an animal skin bag hanging on his waist, and a blind woman with a black cloth covering her eyes and holding a bamboo stick.
These people wore different clothes, but their auras were not weak. They were obviously tracking experts invited by various sects.
Fang Han opened his eyes and glanced at these latecomers.
The blind woman used a bamboo stick to explore the path, but her steps were surprisingly steady. Every step she took accurately avoided the gravel and bumps on the ground.
There was a faint sound of insects coming from the man with the animal skin bag hanging on his waist. The animal skin bag was bulging and it was unknown what it contained.
"Everyone is here."
Su Wanbai glanced at the dozen or so figures present, nodded slightly, and took out an exquisite bamboo cage from his sleeve.
The bamboo cage was made of thin strips and was about the size of a palm. Inside, there lay quietly a bird with light blue feathers, a pointed beak and slender claws, and a pair of lively eyes.
"This is the trust bird domesticated by me, Rain Listening Tower. Each of you can take one."
Su Wanbai distributed the bamboo cages one by one with a gentle but clear voice.
"This bird flies extremely fast and can forage on its own. It does not need to be fed. If you find traces of monsters, just release the messenger bird and it will fly back to Rain Listening Tower to report the message."
Everyone took the bamboo cage and put it away.
"Everyone, follow me."
Su Wanbai turned around and took the lead towards the depths of the mountain forest.
Fang Han put the bamboo cage into his arms, unfolded it and followed Body Movement.
More than a dozen figures were like a flock of silent birds, disappearing into the vast forest Green Cliff Mountain.
The mountain roads are rugged and the ancient trees are towering.
The deeper you go, the thicker the mist becomes, like a thick gauze covering the entire mountain.
The air is filled with the moist smell of rotten leaves, mixed with a vague fishy smell.
There was no singing of birds or insects, only the subtle sound of people's clothes Break the Wind, which was particularly clear in the dead silence of the mountain forest.
After walking for about half an hour, Su Wanbai stopped in front of a hidden valley.
The mouth of the valley is narrow, and the cliffs on both sides are as sharp as a knife, allowing only a few people to pass by side by side.
The mist in the valley is thick and there is an indescribable coldness. The sunlight is sifted to pieces by the layers of branches and leaves, casting mottled and dim light and shadow on the ground.
"This is it."
Su Wanbai's voice was very soft, but it contained a hint of suppressed pain.
Her eyes fell to the side of the valley mouth, where there was a pool of dried blood.
"My sect, Su Henian Elder, goes into the mountains to search for master-level monsters. Every once in a while, I will leave a secret message of my Rain Listening Tower and send a message to contact me."
"After discovering that we had lost contact, our clan followed these marks and found his body here."
Su Wanbai raised his head and glanced at everyone present.
"He was attacked by monsters in the valley and killed with one blow. He could not escape."
"With his Second Grade warrior's strength, the one who can kill him with one strike is most likely that grandmaster-level monster."
She paused and her voice became a little more solemn.
"Everyone, thank you for your work."
Everyone looked at each other and dispersed.
Fang Han was not in a hurry to take action. Instead, he stood at the mouth of the valley and looked at the others, quite curious about their search methods.
Those tracking experts have used various methods to search for traces left by the monster.
The thin old man in gray robe squatted under an ancient tree. His fingertips gently touched a very shallow claw mark on the tree trunk. He closed his eyes and concentrated, as if deducing the direction and strength of the claw mark in his mind.
The man with the animal skin bag hanging on his waist took out a black beetle from the bag and placed it on the ground.
The beetle's tentacles trembled slightly, crawled on the ground a few times, and suddenly accelerated in a certain direction.
A hint of joy flashed in the man's eyes and he quickly followed.
The blind woman tapped the bamboo stick lightly on the ground, her nose twitching slightly.
Although she was blind, her sense of smell was astonishingly sharp, as if she could catch the faint scent of a monster from the vast sea of scents.
"A mere brat."
Luo Qi stood on the other side of the valley entrance, and his penetrating eyes glanced coldly at Fang Han.
There was an undisguised coldness in his eyes, and more of a determination to win.
Fang Han looked calm, as if he had not noticed that gaze.
"Buzz--"
Luo Qi looked away and closed his eyes.
After failing to track down the robbers who robbed Nether Pavilion's property, she devoted herself to training during this period and took the High Grade Tracking Secret Technique<Seeking Nether, Probing Subtleties> that she had practiced for many years one step further to reach Mastery Realm.
She couldn't trace the thief's aura. She didn't believe she couldn't trace this master-level monster.
Today is the time for her to wash away her shame.
<Seeking Nether, Probing Subtleties> Pushed with all her strength, her nostrils twitched slightly.
In the vast sea of auras, she quickly captured an extremely powerful monster aura.
The aura was cold, violent, and had a heart-stopping sense of oppression - it was definitely left by a master-level monster.
"Found it!"
Luo Qi opened his eyes, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
Without any hesitation, she followed one of the breaths and swayed in one direction.
The other people also made discoveries one after another, and followed each other in different directions.
"Buzz--"
Fang Han still stood where he was, not moving.
He closed his eyes and pushed <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> with all his strength.
Perfection Realm's Tracking Secret Technique unfolded without reservation, and all the complex auras from ten miles around poured into the perception.
The fragrance of vegetation, the fishy smell of soil, the musty smell of rotting leaves, the water vapor from the distant stream, and the scent of the more than ten followers drifting away - everything is clearly distinguishable and layered.
However, when his perception touched the aura belonging to the master-level monster, his brows frowned slightly.
Not one, but dozens of them.
Dozens of monster auras that were equally cold, equally violent, and equally full of master-level pressure radiated out in all directions with this valley as the center.
East, south, west, north, southeast, northeast, southwest, northwest - every direction has several auras.