"It wasn't a natural death!"
Fang Han carefully examined the remains of the Grandmaster-level demon and then discovered an even more astonishing truth.
The skeleton of this Grandmaster-level demon bears obvious signs of violent breakage, indicating that it did not die of natural causes, but was killed by some being!
what does that mean?
This means that there is a high probability that a Grandmaster-level demonic creature exists in this secret realm, and even if it is, it is not absolutely safe.
This secret realm is far more dangerous than he imagined!
"We must be even more careful from now on!"
A sense of unease rose in Fang Han, which he forcibly suppressed.
To alleviate his unease, he stopped thinking about the potential dangers and instead focused on the remains of the Grandmaster-level demon.
"It should be worth quite a bit of money?"
Even if a master-level demon is dead and only a skeleton remains, it is still extremely valuable and can be used as material to forge Superior Dharma Weapon.
If you Recharge into the System Panel, it will definitely be worth a lot of money.
" Recharge."
Fang Han placed his hand on the skeleton of the Grandmaster-level demon and summoned the System Panel.
The enormous skeleton of the Grandmaster-level demon, along with the vines entwined around it and the moss covering it, vanished completely in an instant, as if wiped away by an invisible hand.
All that remained was a patch of compacted earth and a few boulders that had been half-hidden by the skeletons.
[ Possessed Wealth: 550,000 gold → 620,000 gold]
"It actually increased by a full 70,000 gold!"
Fang Han glanced at the person Possessed Wealth.
In less than an hour after entering the secret realm, they had already earned 100,000 gold.
Just as suspected, this secret realm does indeed contain precious treasures, and there are treasures everywhere.
Of course, there are bound to be dangers, after all, even the remains of a master-level demon exist.
"Keep exploring!"
Fang Han continued forward.
The decaying leaves beneath my feet remained soft and silent, and the surrounding forest remained lush and verdant.
There were no birdsong, no insect sounds, only the sound of his own footsteps and breathing, echoing repeatedly in this primeval forest that had been silent for countless years.
What is this scent?
As Fang Han walked through a dense forest of ancient, towering trees, Fang Han steps suddenly faltered slightly.
The nostrils twitched slightly.
A faint fragrance wafted through the air.
The fragrance was extremely faint, almost imperceptible, mixed with the damp smell of decaying leaves and the fresh scent of grass and trees. If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't have noticed it at all.
However, after he cultivated the < Thousand-Mile Soul Lock > to the Perfection Realm, his sense of smell had been tempered to an extremely keen level. Even the faintest scent could not escape his perception.
The fragrance was different from ordinary floral scents; it lacked the cloying sweetness that attracted bees and butterflies, and instead possessed a clear, refreshing aroma with a hint of the bitterness characteristic of herbs.
It's like a spring of cool water releasing its refreshing vapors in the sweltering summer heat; just smelling it is enough to invigorate the spirit.
"It is definitely not an ordinary object."
Fang Han followed the fragrance and walked deeper into the dense forest.
The further you walk, the clearer the fragrance becomes, no longer faint but solidifying into a refreshing and delightful aroma.
After passing through a dense thicket of bushes, the view suddenly opened up before us.
This is an extremely secluded valley, surrounded by steep cliffs, with only a narrow crevice for passage. If one did not follow the fragrance, one would never have discovered it.
The valley was dimly lit, but with Fang Han's Third Grade Late Stage eyesight, he could still see the scene inside clearly.
In the very center of the valley, there grows a peculiar plant.
The plant was about a foot tall, with a pale purple color all over. Its stems were as thin as chopsticks, yet they stood straight and upright, without spreading or branching.
Five leaves grow at the top, perfectly round, with fine, spiderweb-like silver patterns on their surface that shimmer slightly in the dim light, like stars in the night sky.
Five leaves embrace a flower bud about to bloom.
The flower bud was about the size of a walnut, pale golden in color, with a subtle shimmering light on its surface.
That refreshing and invigorating medicinal fragrance emanated from this flower bud.
" Star Orchid ".
Fang Han uttered the name in a low voice, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He had seen a record of this thing in the sect's records— Star Orchid, a rare and precious herb that could cure rare poisons.
It gets its name from the silvery veins on its leaves that resemble stars. Its petals can cure all kinds of poisons. No matter how severe the poisoning, as long as there is still a breath left, the poison can be completely removed.
"No danger!"
Fang Han did not rush forward to pick the fruit. Instead, he stopped and activated the Thousand-Mile Soul Lock at full power, carefully sensing the surrounding atmosphere.
There was no trace of demonic energy, and nothing seemed amiss.
After confirming several times that there was no danger around, Fang Han stepped forward and plucked the Star Orchid.
"It would be such a waste to use it for Recharge!"
Fang Han took out a Cold Jade box from his Storage Ring, carefully placed the Star Orchid inside, closed the lid, and put it back into his Storage Ring.
Although the sect's Jade Dew Pellet can also detoxify, it is only effective against common poisons.
If it encounters the venom of rare poisons or the potent poison inflicted by a master of poison arts, the Jade Dew Pellet will be insufficient.
He didn't plan to Recharge the System Panel with this Star Orchid; instead, he kept it for survival.
In a critical moment, it could mean the difference between life and death.
move on.
Having already made several successful attempts, Fang Han was both more wary and more eager to explore this forest.
We are wary of potential dangers, and we look forward to discovering what will happen next.
"This aura?"
After traveling several miles, Fang Han suddenly sensed an aura.
Sensing this aura, he abruptly stopped in his tracks, his pupils contracting sharply in that instant.
The aura emanated an indescribable terror, as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea, carrying a sense of oppression that made one's soul tremble.
It was exactly the same as the Black-Scaled Demon Tiger he had encountered before.
No, it's even stronger.
"A Grandmaster-level monster!"
Fang Han's back broke out in a cold sweat in that instant.
No wonder this forest is so desolate; there are no birds, no beasts, no insects, and even the sound of the wind seems to have been swallowed up.
It turns out that this place is the territory of a master-level demon.
He held his breath, and the < Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art > operated at an unprecedented intensity.
The concealment technique of the Perfection Realm was unleashed without reservation, and the aura around him was instantly suppressed to the extreme.
My heartbeat slowed and became long, my skin temperature blended with the environment, my breathing was almost inaudible, and I felt like a piece of dead wood or a lifeless rock.
"Fortunately, I maintained the < Return to Ruin Essence Concealment Art > the whole time, and I wasn't discovered!"
Only after confirming that the terrifying aura was stable and there were no unusual movements did Fang Han Han's extremely tense nerves relax slightly.
Fortunately, the distance was far enough that the master-level monster should not have noticed him.
If discovered, he will likely face dire consequences.
"We must leave the territory of this Grandmaster-level monster immediately!"
Fang Han turned around silently, his steps extremely light and steady, and slowly retreated in the direction away from that aura.
The movement was so light that not even a single fallen leaf was crushed underfoot.
"Huff, huff..."
After retreating more than ten miles and confirming that he was far away from that terrifying aura, Fang Han finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although his current strength is already quite considerable, and he can even kill First Grade martial artist like Meng Zhao by using the Windshock Sword, a Spirit Weapon.
However, it could never be a match for a master-level demon.
Killing him with a Grandmaster-level demon would probably be easier for him than killing a Middle Third Grade artist.
He had a brush with death.
As Fang Han demons, he began to sense the auras of animals and even demons.
A bird flew overhead, its wings flapping softly and rapidly.
Two gray rabbits scurried about under the bushes, nibbling at something.
Further away, several Reeves's Muntjac were drinking water, their tails occasionally flicking to shoo away unseen flying insects.
Two demonic auras appeared five miles away. Although they were not as powerful as the Grandmaster demons, they were still extremely strong, reaching the Upper Third Grade rank.
"They should have already left the territory of the Grandmaster-level demon!"
Fang Han slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
Demons have an extremely strong sense of territory. Where a master-level demon resides, no other demon will dare to set foot within a radius of dozens of miles.
Now that he can sense the auras of these scattered demonic creatures, it means that he has completely left the territory of that master-level demonic creature.
He continued walking, his steps lighter than before.
After passing through a dense forest, the terrain suddenly rises, and a hill several tens of meters high lies in front of us.
Fang Han lightly touched the tree trunk with his toes for leverage, and in a few moments, he leaped to the top of the mountain.
Standing atop the hill, Fang Han gazed into the distance.
The vastness of this hidden realm far exceeded his imagination.
In the distance, the mountain peaks stretch like dark blue waves, while nearby, the Lin Hai surges like a green ocean, with a winding stream appearing and disappearing among the trees, its waters shimmering.
"Hmm, what is that?"
From one side, a silver light caught Fang Han's attention.
In the far distance, about several miles away, a dazzling silver light shone through the gaps in the Lin Hai, like a giant silver sword piercing the sky.
The light was so intense that it was clearly visible even through the dense forest, and it appeared particularly dazzling against the backdrop of the surrounding lush greenery.
"What is it?"
Fang Han raised an eyebrow slightly.
What exactly is that thing that's gleaming with a silvery light?
He didn't rush off, but first used the < Thousand-Mile Soul Lock > technique to carefully sense that direction.
There was no trace of demonic energy, nor any other unusual activity.
After confirming that everything was alright, he used his Body Movement to rush towards the source of the silver light.
The distance of several miles will be covered in a short time.
As he passed through the last thicket and saw the scene before him, he abruptly stopped in his tracks.
"This..."
Fang Han opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.
Before us lay a relatively open area of gravel, surrounded by trees, resembling a natural open-pit mine.
In the very center of this gravelly land stood a massive, indescribably huge silver ore, lying there like a silver mountain.
It is dark silver in color and its surface is covered with dense natural crystal patterns.
Sunlight streamed down through the gaps in the tree canopy, falling on the crystalline surfaces and refracting into hundreds of dazzling silver beams that scattered in all directions.
That kind of shock had nothing to do with cultivation level or strength; it was purely an instinctive, primal shock to the massive amount of "silver," the monetary metal.