It was already afternoon when we returned to No. 35 Annex.
"No need to be pretentious!"
Fang Han went through today's events in his mind.
Yun Qianyue's words, it would be a lie to say that he was not moved.
Not only because of Lan Yuexin's beautiful appearance, but also because of Lan Yuexin's outstanding business talent--
For him, who is pregnant with System Panel, the "gold-eating beast", a virtuous wife who can manage his wealth and raise resources is indeed what he needs.
In this world, it is normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines. Yun Qianyue doesn't mind, and Lan Yuexin is also attracted to him, so why should he be pretentious.
The moonlight was pale, and there were seven or eight corpses lying in various directions in the dense forest, and the soil covered with fallen leaves was soaked with blood.
A strong old man stood among the piles of corpses with his hands behind his back, holding a blood-stained sword in his right hand and a piece of soft armor that had just been peeled off the corpse in his left hand.
The soft armor was dark silver in color, and its surface was densely covered with natural lines as fine as spider webs, glowing with a cold and condensed luster under the moonlight.
His fingertips touched the armor surface, and the tentacles were slightly cold. The texture was far tougher than any piece of armor he had ever seen in his life--
This is definitely a piece of Superior Dharma Weapon level soft armor, and it is enough to become a treasure among the top forces he belongs to.
He shook off the soft armor and looked at it repeatedly under the moonlight, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became wider and wider.
Dharma Weapon-level soft armor, a valuable life-saving treasure that has no market value, fell into his hands so easily today. It is really a great deal of luck.
Just as he was about to put away his soft armor, a very slight sound suddenly came from behind him, which was the sound of the soles of boots stepping on the gravel.
"Who?"
The strong old man turned around suddenly, and his pupils suddenly shrank at this moment.
At some point, a figure appeared silently a few feet behind him.
It was a thin old man, wearing a gray cloth robe and a bronze mask without any decoration on his face, only a pair of eyes exposed.
Those eyes were neither sharp nor sinister, they just looked at him calmly, as if they were looking at an inanimate object.
"..."
The heart of the strong old man shrank suddenly.
He is a First Grade warrior, and he is definitely not at the bottom among the First Grade. Even if we look at the entire Songquan Prefecture, he can be counted on both hands to bully the people close to him without even realizing it.
He subconsciously wanted to mention Internal Qi, but just when Internal Qi was about to move, the masked old man raised his right hand.
"Whoosh!"
It was a hand as thin as a dead branch, with a sickly gray skin. The fingers were slightly bent and could be grasped in the air.
The strong old man felt an overwhelming and terrifying suction force gushing out from the palm of his hand. The majestic Internal Qi that he was so proud of collapsed inch by inch under this grasp, and was instantly released like a bubble that had been popped.
The whole person was bound by invisible chains, unable to move. The long sword and the dark silver soft armor in his hand fell to the ground with a soft clang.
"Who are you?"
The strong old man roared in a low voice, his voice hoarse, with a fear that even he himself was unwilling to admit.
He tried his best to break free from the invisible shackles, but the bones in his body creaked under the pressure, but he was like a dragonfly shaking a stone pillar, unable to move at all.
The old man in the mask did not answer, but slowly walked towards him. His thin palm was still stretched out flatly, and his fingers were slightly bent, as if he was holding an ant.
"I am Vast Pine Abbey Elder He Xiong!"
The strong old man's forehead had veins popping out, and his voice changed its tone due to extreme fear.
"If you dare to touch me, Vast Pine Abbey will never let you go! The master in the temple will definitely cut you into pieces!"
The masked old man stopped and stared at the strong old man with his calm eyes. An old and plain voice came from under the bronze mask:
"Vast Pine Abbey?"
"Not bad!"
The strong old man seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. He spoke very fast, with a hint of fierceness and urgency in his voice.
"I, Vast Pine Abbey, am a top force with a master at my command. If you let me go, I will never pursue this matter! That piece of Dharma Weapon soft armor will also belong to you! I swear -"
"What about Grandmaster? Once I swallow your essence, I will be able to break through and become a Grandmaster."
"Not to mention that Vast Pine Abbey may not necessarily be traced to me. Even if I am traced, I have nothing to fear."
The old man in the mask interrupted the strong old man and said calmly.
The strong old man paused after speaking, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
The masked old man didn't give the strong old man another chance to speak, and slowly pressed his palm on the strong old man's head.
The strong old man's body shook violently and began to tremble violently.
The body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The plump muscles were like soil that had been drained of moisture, shrinking and collapsing inch by inch.
The bronzed skin lost its luster, became dry, sallow, and stuck tightly to the bones.
The face that was originally distorted by fear was crazily sunken, the cheekbones were raised high, and the eye sockets were as deep as holes. The pupils of the originally shining eyes gradually became dilated, and the look quickly dimmed.
A torrent of blood-colored essence that was so rich that it almost condensed into substance poured into the masked old man's body along his arm.
In just a moment, the strong old man turned into a light mummy. The masked old man let go of his hand, and the mummy fell softly to the ground, making a muffled sound like dry wood falling to the ground.
"Boom--!"
The masked old man stood on the spot with his hands behind his hands. Under the bronze mask, his originally calm eyes suddenly lit up with a bright light.
An indescribably majestic and terrifying aura erupted from his body, like a long-dormant volcano suddenly erupting. The aura broke through the night sky and swept for several miles.
Sand and rocks flew everywhere, gravel shot up, and gravel rolled down the cliffs on both sides of the valley. The surrounding air seemed to be completely evacuated at this moment, and even the moonlight seemed to be dimmed a bit.
The blood is boiling, Internal Qi is transforming, and the spirit is sublimating.
The grandmaster threshold that had trapped him for many years was finally completely broken through at this moment.
He could clearly feel that some kind of qualitative leap was taking place in his life level - it was the sudden enlightenment after all the three levels of spirit, energy and spirit were penetrated, and it was the change in the most essential power.
"This is the power of a master."
The masked old man looked down at his hands, which were as thin as dead branches, and a low and cheerful laughter came from under the bronze mask.
The laughter was not loud, but it echoed repeatedly in this dead valley, making the gravel tremble.
This is the Grandmaster, a Grandmaster who is enough to establish a sect and become powerful in a county.
What Vast Pine Abbey, what a master, from now on, he himself is the master.
A figure walked out of the shadows at the edge of the valley. It was a woman, also wearing a bronze mask.
She walked up to the old man and knelt down on one knee, her voice filled with irrepressible excitement and awe:
"Congratulations to Elder for becoming a grandmaster!"
The woman raised her head, and the exposed eyes on the bronze mask glowed with an indescribable fiery luster under the moonlight.
"From now on, our gang will be a top force with a grandmaster at the helm."
Her voice trembled slightly, and the trembling contained ecstasy, longing, and a sense of pride in witnessing and participating in history.
The masked old man slowly raised his head, and his bright eyes looked through the bronze mask at the distant mountains swallowed up by the night.
It took a long time before he spoke, his voice flat but resounding:
"This is just the beginning. With the Holy Art, the top forces will never be the top of our gang."
A few days later, in the morning.
"Only the last few pills left!"
Fang Han Shen took out a jade bottle from his arms. The only few grains Heaven Origin Pill left in the bottle were all he had in stock.
He uncorked the bottle, poured one out, and put it in his mouth.
Danyao melted in his mouth, and the warm medicinal power melted in his belly. He closed his eyes and started running <Azure Profound Art> slowly.
The greenish-gold Internal Qi flows in the meridians, capturing, absorbing, and refining the medicinal power of Heaven Origin Pill bit by bit, transforming it into its own Internal Qi, integrating into the meridians, and then pouring into Jingming Acupoint.
His cultivation has been steadily improving in the past few days. Internal Qi in Jingming Acupoint has reached more than 90%, and he is only one step away from the bottleneck leading to Second Grade.
Time passes in silence.
I don't know how long it took, Fang Han's mind sank into the body, and he could clearly "see" the mist-like blue-gold Internal Qi in Jingming Acupoint, which had completely filled the last inch of the gap.
"Buzz--"
A slight tremor that only he could feel came from Jingming Acupoint.
The overflowing Internal Qi is like a full pool of water, spontaneously flowing slowly towards the next place Acupoints--Hearing Palace Acupoint.
An invisible but tough barrier lies between Internal Qi and Hearing Palace Acupoint.
Fang Han looked calm and thought slightly, Internal Qi in his body began to compress and condense, turning into sharp "drill bits", following the breakthrough method of <Azure Profound Art>, brazenly attacking the barrier.
"Boom--"
The first impact caused the barrier to shake significantly.
Fang Han was not impatient and guided Internal Qi to impact again and again.
With his current 256-fold increase in Root Bone Talent, even a big bottleneck like Third Grade Late Stage to Second Grade will hardly cause much hindrance.
Every impact caused more cracks on the barrier, making it more shaky.
Heaven Origin Pill The remaining medicinal power was quickly consumed in this impact, transforming into waves of majestic Internal Qi.
Soon--
"Crack!"
A crisp cracking sound originating from the depths of the origin of life resounded in his perception.
The invisible barrier blocking Hearing Palace Acupoint shattered with the sound.
The majestic Internal Qi, which has been accumulated for a long time, is like a torrent that bursts from the embankment, happily pouring into the newly opened Hearing Palace Acupoint.
"Boom--!"
Fang Han The aura around him surged like a volcano erupting.
The power of that aura was many times greater than that of Third Grade Late Stage, and it set off an invisible wave of air in Quiet Room.
Sandalwood Incense The curls of green smoke in the furnace were scattered and swayed by the air waves, and the window lattice made a subtle creaking sound.
Outside the courtyard, Qui Lan was walking through the courtyard carrying a pot of freshly brewed tea.
The terrifying aura suddenly hit her, and she felt like her breathing was suffocated, and her chest seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.
The teapot in his hand shook violently, eventually overturned and shattered on the bluestone ground.
Her face instantly turned pale, her legs went weak, and she was unable to stand upright. She quickly supported the stone table in the hospital and barely managed to avoid falling.
She wanted to call out, but found that it was extremely difficult to even speak, as if an invisible hand was strangling her throat.
The situation of the two Maid in the corridor was even worse.
One person fell to the ground, the broom in his hand rolled aside, and the other person was lying on the stone steps, his face as pale as paper.
That aura came and went as quickly as it came, dissipating very quickly like an ebbing tide.
Qui Lan held on to the stone table and gasped for breath, the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat.