"What a cunning monster."
Fang Han opened his eyes, a trace of thought flashed in his eyes, and whispered to himself.
This master monster is indeed cunning.
It somehow spreads its breath in multiple directions.
Those who follow the scent will only be led astray in the end.
By the time they discovered that their breath had been interrupted and turned back, the monster had already escaped no matter how far away it was, and the smell left along the way had probably dissipated.
"Buzz--"
Fang Han Take a deep breath and close your eyes again.
<Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>Accelerate to an unprecedented extreme.
That mysterious aura surged out of his nose, like an invisible giant net, covering everything within a ten-mile radius.
His mind was highly concentrated, filtering, distinguishing, and sifting over and over again from the dozens of seemingly identical breaths.
What he was looking for was that "special" breath.
Time passes quietly in silence.
At some point -
In his perception, he suddenly caught an extremely weak wave.
The fluctuations were so faint that they were almost non-existent.
Just like a grain of dust falling into the sea, it will be swallowed up by the endless waves in an instant.
If he hadn't pushed <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock> to the extreme and concentrated his mind, he would never have noticed this abnormality.
And the direction in which this aura extends is most likely the direction in which the master-level monster leaves.
"Found it."
Fang Han opened his eyes, and the light flashed in his eyes.
This breath was extremely weak, so weak that even with his Perfection Realm <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>, he could barely detect it.
The master-level monster's breath-condensing method was stronger than he expected.
"Due west!"
The direction in which the breath leaves is due west.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han didn't hesitate at all, and with a sway, <Wind God Step> spread out, like an invisible wind, silently flying towards the due west.
Before leaving the valley, his steps paused slightly.
He turned his head and looked towards a higher ridge outside the valley.
The trees there are vast, the mist is thick, and there is a hazy glow in the afternoon sun.
He withdrew his gaze, moved again, and soon disappeared deep into the dense forest.
One day later.
Su Wanbai stood at the mouth of the valley with his hands behind his hands, his clear eyes filled with a bit of anticipation and a bit of anxiety.
A day has passed. I wonder if these more than ten tracking masters have gained anything, and whether they have discovered the master monster.
At this moment, a figure swept out from the dense forest to the east.
It's the man with the animal skin bag hanging from his waist.
He didn't look very good, and his steps were a little heavier than when he left yesterday.
Su Wanbai came forward and asked:
"Sir Tang Jun, what's the result?"
Tang Jun shook his head, took something out of his arms, and spread it in his palm.
It was a piece of scale, about the size of a palm, ink-black in color, with a cold sheen under the sunlight.
"I was tricked by that beast."
Tang Jun's voice was hoarse, with a bit of shame.
"I followed the breath for hundreds of miles, and saw that the breath was getting thicker and thicker. I thought I was close to catching up, but in the end-"
He paused and handed the scale to Su Wanbai.
"I only found this, it should be the scales of that beast."
Su Wanbai took the scale and felt it was slightly heavy and cold to the touch.
Her heart sank, but she still squeezed out a gentle smile and said with relief:
"It doesn't matter, that monster is cunning and it's not your fault."
Tang Jun sighed, walked aside, sat down on a piece of bluestone, and kept silent.
Not long after, two more figures returned one after another.
One is the thin old man in gray robe, and the other is the blind woman with a black cloth covering her eyes.
Both of them looked equally unhappy.
Su Wanbai came forward and asked:
"How are you two?"
The old man in gray robe shook his head, took out a piece of jet black scale from his sleeve, and said in a low voice:
"I chased it for hundreds of miles and found only this thing."
The blind woman also took out a piece of the same scale and said in a hoarse voice:
"The same goes for me. The monster's aura is attached to these scales."
Su Wanbai took the two scales, and his heart became heavier and heavier.
Two more slices.
The monster actually used its scales as bait, scattering them in all directions to lure the pursuer in the wrong direction.
This kind of scheming is truly terrifyingly cunning.
In the next few hours, the trackers returned one after another.
When everyone comes back, Su Wanbai greets them and asks.
Everyone's answer was the same - the tracking failed and only a jet black scale was brought back.
Without exception, they were all fooled around by the monster.
Su Wanbai has accumulated seven or eight scales in his hands.
Her heart sank a little bit.
At this moment, another figure swept out from the northwest.
It's Netherlight Pavilion Elder Luo Qi.
It occurred to me that Luo Qi is well-known in the county for being good at tracking and has a great reputation. So far, he has only failed once.
Su Wanbai felt hope in his heart and hurriedly stepped forward and asked:
"Luo Elder, how about it?"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she saw Luo Qi's face clearly.
The originally stern face no longer looked as confident as before.
Instead, there was a kind of shame and embarrassment that was difficult to conceal.
I had a bad feeling in my heart.
Luo Qi did not answer immediately, but took out a piece of jet black scale from his sleeve and handed it over.
Her voice was hoarse and a bit difficult:
"I only found this one and was tricked by that beast."
Su Wanbai took the scales, and the last bit of luck in his heart was completely shattered.
Even Luo Qi failed.
Nether Pavilion Elder is the best at tracking. It is said that except for the mysterious thief, no one has been able to escape from her tracking skills.
But today, even she fell into trouble.
Luo Qi stood with his hands behind his hands, looking towards the vast forest in the distance, with no expression on his face.
But in those penetrating eyes, there was clearly a trace of frustration that even she herself was unwilling to admit.
<Seeking Nether, Probing Subtleties>Greater Accomplishment, she thought she would be able to avenge her past humiliation this time.
Unexpectedly, without even touching the shadow of the monster, he was led astray by a scale.
Time passed gradually.
In the valley, in addition to Fang Han, more than ten trackers have returned one after another.
Su Wanbai looked at the mouth of the valley from time to time, with a bit of expectation and a bit of worry in those clear eyes.
All the remaining pursuers have failed and the entire army has been wiped out.
Now, we can only place our hope on the young man who has not returned yet.
Luo Qi seemed to be aware of Su Wanbai's gaze, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Su Elder."
Her voice was hoarse and somewhat cold.
"Are you still counting on that Fang Han?"
Su Wanbai turned his head, met Luo Qi's gaze, and said nothing.
"I have been following you for decades, and my experience is far beyond that of that young boy."
Luo Qi stood with his hands behind his hands, his voice was calm but determined.
"Even Lao Shen failed, how could he succeed?"
Su Wanbai was silent for a moment, his voice still gentle:
"Although Luo Elder and Fang True Disciple are young, they are indeed very accomplished in tracking."
"Excellent attainments?"
Luo Qi sneered.
"The art of tracking requires the most experience. I admit that his talent is amazing and his combat power is enough to compete with Second Grade, but tracking is another matter."
She paused and glanced at everyone present.
"Which one of you here has not been immersed in the art of tracking for decades? Even we have failed, what kind of trouble can a twenty-year-old young man make?"
As soon as this statement came out, although everyone present did not agree, most of them nodded slightly.
The art of tracking values talent more than experience.
It requires years of accumulation, intuition and experience honed through countless tracking and counter-tracing.
No matter how talented Fang Han is, he is still too young after all.
Su Wanbai saw everyone's reaction in his eyes and said nothing more.
She knew that the reason why Luo Qi was not optimistic about Fang Han was certainly because of the bad relationship between the Nether Pavilion and Azure Profound Sect, but there was also a reason why he was not optimistic about Fang Han.
After all, even experienced veterans like them failed.
What can a twenty-year-old young man do?
Not far from the valley, Fang Han looked at the high ground before leaving the valley.
On the ridge, there are towering ancient trees and hanging vines.
The three figures stand under an ancient tree that requires several people to hug each other. The aura around them is completely restrained, and they are like three pieces of dead wood and three stubborn rocks, integrated with this mountain forest.
The person on the left has a slim figure and a thin face. He is wearing a dark blue robe, with the corners of the robe slightly fluttering in the mountain breeze.
His hair is gray and tied up with a wooden hairpin, his wrinkles are as deep as a knife, and his complexion is as pale as if he had not seen the sun all year round.
It is Azure Profound Sect Supreme Elder, Gu Changqing.
There is a person on the right, wearing a golden cassock, with a kind face and drooped eyebrows.
A pair of eyes are half-open and half-closed, as if they will fall asleep at any time, but if you look closely, you can find that deep in the half-opened and half-closed eyes, there is an occasional flash of golden light.
He clasped his hands together and stood under the tree. The aura around his body was as peaceful as an ancient well. It was Vajra Temple Supreme Elder, Huiming.
There was a person in the middle with an ordinary face, wearing a blue-gray robe, with an ordinary long sword hanging on his waist, and the scabbard was even a bit old.
He just stood there casually, as if he was just an ordinary stranger passing by, without any sense of existence.
But if you look closely, you can find that the position where he is standing is exactly the gap between the breaths of the other two people.
It's Rain Listening Tower Supreme Elder, silent.
The three masters, three gazes, all fell towards the valley below at this moment.
With the three master-level ears and eyes, the conversation in the valley was still clearly heard.
I learned that the warriors involved in the tracking were being played by the monster.
There was no expression on Shen Shen's ordinary face, but a trace of faint disappointment flashed in those ancient and unwavering eyes.
Gu Changqing stood with his hands behind his hands, looking calm.
Huiming Put his hands together, his eyes were still half-open and half-closed, but the fingers that moved the beads paused slightly, and then resumed their original rhythm.
Seeing that one after another the warriors who participated in the tracking failed to track, even Luo Qi, who was quite famous in the county, finally failed.
Silence finally spoke.
"Even Nether Pavilion and Elder failed."
His voice was calm and no emotion could be heard, but the look of disappointment in his eyes looking towards the valley was no longer concealed.
"Nether Pavilion, this Elder, is among the best in tracking skills among Qingyang Prefecture. Even she couldn't track that beast, and the others have even less hope."
He paused, his eyes swept over the dejected trackers in the valley, and his voice became a little lower.
"This tracking may end in failure again."