Why would he come to support the Hundred Treasures Pavilion?
Qian Wanjin lowered his voice unconsciously, as if afraid of being overheard by people across the street.
Sun Maocai remained silent.
He stared intently as the figure in the green robe disappeared into the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, his facial muscles twitching slightly.
Although Fang Han was only True Disciple, his influence far surpassed that of the two Elder behind them, Tu Baichuan and Yan Lu.
Although Tu Baichuan and Yan Lu were Elder with real power, their official titles were higher than Fang Han's.
However, Fang Han ranked first on the Prodigy Ranking. Although he was still a disciple, his status had already far surpassed that of ordinary Elder, and he was on track to become First Grade Elder.
More importantly, Fang Han is the most promising prodigy of the Azure Profound Sect in hundreds of years. He comprehended Sword Intent at the age of twenty and his combat strength is enough to rival Second Grade.
Such potential means that he is very likely to become a grandmaster in the future.
Offending a near-grandmaster?
He had just thought only a fool would do something so stupid, but now he realized he had almost become that fool himself.
"Mr. Sun."
Qian Wanjin's voice sounded somewhat bitter.
"This matter...?"
Sun Maocai remained silent for a long while before slowly speaking:
"Let's put it aside for now."
"Let it go?"
Qian Wanjin pressed for more details.
"When should it be placed?"
Sun Maocai did not answer.
He simply picked up the teacup, only to find that the tea inside had gone cold.
He put down his teacup and looked out the window with a gloomy gaze.
The four exchanged glances, each seeing the same thought in the other's eyes.
It was one thing for the Azure Profound Sect to send Elder from the Pill Hall to show their support, but that was merely a formality given the Hundred Treasures Pavilion's status within the county.
This does not imply that the Azure Profound Sect or this Elder of the Pill Hall have any deep relationship with Lan Yuexin.
However, Fang Han's presence, which was not assigned by the sect, had a different meaning; it meant that Fang Han had come to show his support.
With Fang Han's connection, who would dare to make a move?
Lan Yuexin led Fang Han to a private room in the Inner Hall, personally poured a cup of tea, and presented it to Fang Han with both hands.
" Fang Han Yuexin, I truly don't know how to thank you enough for your presence today."
Her voice carried a hint of heartfelt emotion, and Fang Han eyes.
"These past few days, Hundred Treasures Pavilion been preparing to openly and covertly trouble itself while setting up a branch in Azure Profound City. The probing from the local chambers of commerce alone has kept Yuexin busy."
She paused, her gaze lingering on Fang Han's face for a moment.
"With your arrival today, young master, those restless thoughts should be silenced."
Fang Han took the teacup, took a small sip, and smiled upon hearing this.
" Yuexin, why be so formal? We are friends, and it's only natural for friends to help each other out."
He put down his teacup, his tone calm yet sincere.
"Moreover, back in Golden Brilliance City, if it weren't for Miss Yuexin's timely warning, I would probably have already fallen victim to Yin Huang's poisonous hands."
"Later, it was Miss Yuexin who painstakingly found out about the Howling Moon Spirit Deer Horn. I have always remembered these kindnesses."
Upon hearing this, Lan Yuexin's bright eyes curved slightly, a smile overflowing from the corners of her eyes, but she did not say anything more.
She picked up the teapot and poured Fang Han, her movements gentle and composed.
The two chatted for a while longer, Lan Yuexin about interesting business anecdotes.
Busy with cultivation and having never been involved in business before, Fang Han found the conversation interesting and nodded from time to time, until the Tea in his teacup was empty.
"Miss Yuexin."
Fang Han put down his teacup and stood up.
"You must be very busy today, so I won't stay any longer."
Lan Yuexin was slightly taken aback, and then she also stood up.
"Young master, are you leaving already?"
"Um."
Fang Han nodded.
Lan Yuexin did not try to stop her, but simply said softly, "I'll see you off, young master."
The two walked out of the Inner Hall side by side, through the bustling Corridor, and arrived at the entrance of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion.
Guests streamed in and out of the door, creating a lively scene.
Upon seeing Fang Han walking out Fang Han by side with Lan Yuexin, those who harbored resentment because they hadn't received a personal welcome from Lan Yuexin had their resentment vanish.
Instead, they were all smiles.
In Azure Profound City, Fang Han's influence is far more effective than that of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion.
"Please wait, young master."
Lan Yuexin stopped at the steps and bowed slightly.
Fang Han turned around, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Lan Yuexin, and then turned and walked away.
His green robe fluttered slightly in the wind as his figure walked further and further away, soon disappearing into the crowd at the end of the long street.
Lan Yuexin stood on the steps, her gaze following the figure until it disappeared from sight, before slowly withdrawing it.
Such an outstanding person is hard to find anywhere else in the entire Qingyang Prefecture.
If you miss this opportunity, you'll probably spend the rest of your life in regret.
She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes casting soft shadows in the afternoon light.
Suddenly, a slight smile appeared on her lips, a smile that held a hint of relief and a touch of determination.
Fortunately, it is common for men to have multiple wives and concubines in this world.
"It seems I need to meet with Sister Yun Qianyue as soon as possible."
Lan Yuexin thought to herself.
She had to persuade Yun Qianyue Yun Qianyue accept her.
She turned around, her skirt billowing in a graceful arc like ripples on water, and stepped back into the Hundred Treasures Pavilion pavilion.
Fang Han returned to his residence at the sect.
"Senior brother, what would you like for lunch?"
When Qui Lan Fang Han return, she quickly went up to greet him and asked him what was wrong.
"Just prepare it as you see fit, and have someone deliver it to the Cultivation Ground in the backyard!"
Fang Han continued walking without stopping, heading straight for the Cultivation Ground in the backyard, and soon disappeared at the end of the Corridor.
Qui Lan opened her mouth, but swallowed the words that were about to come out.
She watched the departing figure and shook her head helplessly.
These days, my senior brother is practically obsessed, doing nothing but cultivation, even wanting to eat in the Cultivation Ground.
In the Cultivation Ground in the backyard, new marks appeared on the crisscrossing sword marks on the obsidian floor.
"Shuashuashua--"
Fang Han in the center of the open space, the Cloudsplitter Sword unsheathed, its Dark Cyan blade transforming into sharp sword lights in his hand.
He was not far from breaking through in the < Void-Sundering Sword Manual >, and now he wished he could devote all his time to practicing the Sword Technique.
If he didn't have a close relationship with Lan Yuexin, he would never have taken half a precious day to go and support her.
One sword strike after another.
Sword light flashed in the Cultivation Ground, Wind Concept condensed into faint, transparent ripples, carving new sword marks on the obsidian ground.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, soaking the back of his blue robe, which clung tightly to his body, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.
He could sense that the bottleneck leading to the Proficiency Realm had become so thin as to be almost non-existent.
It's like a thin film stretched to its limit; just a little more force and it will break.
As the sun reached its zenith, sunlight streamed into the courtyard.
Qui Lan stood outside the Cultivation Ground for a moment with the food box in her hand, but ultimately did not make a sound to disturb them. She simply placed the food box gently by the door and quietly withdrew.
Fang Han noticed, but did not respond.
His entire being was immersed in the world of swordsmanship.
The following day, he continued to immerse himself in Sword Technique training.
The third day was the same.
The Cultivation Ground was bathed in a cool morning air. Fang Han in the center of the ground, closing his eyes and concentrating.
The sword techniques of the < Void-Sundering Sword Manual > flowed slowly through his heart.
A moment later, he opened his eyes.
"Call out--"
With this sword strike, he did not deliberately pursue power, nor did he deliberately evoke the Wind Concept; he simply expressed his inner understanding naturally.
The Cloudsplitter Sword thrust out.
The sword tip moved forward inch by inch, at a slow, even somewhat slow, pace.
But the instant the sword's edge sliced through the air—
"Buzz--"
A more refined aura than ever before suddenly emanated from him.
That aura was extremely sharp, carrying a terrifying tearing Artistic Conception, as if it could rip everything to pieces.
The cyan-gold light on the sword suddenly changed, transforming into a sharpness that was almost transparent yet solid.
"Puff--"
Where the sword tip passed, a thin crack silently appeared in the air.
The fine mark was no longer a fleeting ripple, but a real, clear crack, like a blade slicing through paper, lingering for a long time, as if even space itself had been cut open by this sword.
An invisible pressure, like a tsunami, spread in all directions.
"Click--"
On the solid obsidian floor of the Cultivation Ground, a sword mark several meters long appeared out of thin air, its edges as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been repeatedly polished by an invisible blade.
Furthermore, the invisible aftershocks of Sword Intent spread outwards, sweeping over the courtyard walls, the bamboo forest, and the canopy of the ancient tree outside the courtyard.
Several birds that were resting on the branches suddenly let out a short, mournful cry.
They were unharmed, with no wounds on their bodies, but their bodies suddenly stiffened, their pupils dilated instantly, and then they fell straight down from the branches, crashing to the ground without a sound.
--That was the spiritual impact contained within the Sword Intent, which shattered his soul.
There is no martial art in this world that can temper the spirit; at least Fang Han has never heard of one. Tempering the spirit with Artistic Conception is the most orthodox method of tempering the spirit in this world.
As the Sword Intent strengthens, the spirit is also tempered and becomes stronger.
Given the intensity of the mental impact, even Second Grade martial artist would likely suffer excruciating pain in their soul.
" Proficiency Realm the < Void-Sundering Sword Manual >."
Fang Han sheathed his sword and stood there, slowly exhaling a breath of stale air.
He looked down at the Cloudsplitter Sword in his hand, and a sharp, almost tangible aura flowed slightly across its blade.
"The power has increased by at least... ten times!"
Fang Han muttered to himself, a hint of undisguised joy flashing in his eyes.
As he had predicted, his Minor Accomplishment Sword Technique broke through to the Proficiency Realm, Sword Technique the power of his Sword Technique increased more than tenfold.
He already possessed strength close to that of First Grade martial artist. With his breakthrough in Sword Technique, his strength increased more than tenfold. His current strength is comparable to that of First Grade.
From now on, First Grade martial artist will find it difficult to threaten him.
"Finally, we can set off."
Fang Han returned his sword to its sheath, stood with his hands behind his back in the Cultivation Ground, and looked towards the eastern courtyard wall, as if trying to penetrate the layers of walls and mountains to see Wangxi County, which was five counties away from Westview Prefecture Qingyang Prefecture.
What exactly is hidden in the place marked on the Treasure Map?
Could I use this to become incredibly wealthy and unlock a higher level of Talent Amplification?