"Time is of the essence; we must find a way to speed up our cultivation."
Fang Han pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered a type of Danyao he had seen in the sect's records— the Spirit Nose Pill.
This elixir is made primarily from several rare medicinal herbs, supplemented with the essence blood of demons. It can significantly enhance a cultivator's affinity for tracking techniques in a short period of time, thereby accelerating their progress in cultivating Tracking Secret Technique.
This is perfect for the current situation.
Fang Han stood up, pushed open the door to the Quiet Room, and had a Servant bring Qui Lan in.
"Senior brother."
Qui Lan arrived soon.
"Use my Identity Token to go to the Sect Treasury."
Fang Han took out his Identity Token from his pocket and handed it over.
"Exchange for three bottles of Spirit Nose Pill."
"Yes, senior brother."
Qui Lan accepted the token with both hands, responded respectfully, and turned to walk quickly out of the courtyard.
Fang Han stood with his hands behind his back under the corridor, watching Qui Lan's departing figure.
The materials for refining the Spirit Nose Pill are rare, and it's unknown whether there are any in the treasure vault.
Hopefully!
Half an hour later, footsteps could be heard outside the courtyard gate.
Qui Lan is back.
She walked up to Fang Han, handed back the Identity Token with both hands, and said.
"Senior brother, Elder Zhao Tieshan, who was on duty today, said that the materials needed for the Spirit Nose Pill are scarce and it is extremely difficult to refine."
She paused, her voice lowering even further.
"Our sect hasn't refined this pill for a long time, and we don't have any Spirit Nose Pill in our treasury at the moment."
"No?"
Fang Han took the token, his brows furrowing slightly.
The fears came true; the Sect Treasury did not contain the rare Spirit Nose Pill Danyao.
"Knew."
Fang Han nodded slightly and put the token into his pocket.
"Go and rest."
"Yes, senior brother."
Qui Lan bowed and withdrew.
Fang Han turned around and walked back to the Quiet Room.
The door closed behind me with a slight creak.
He walked to the futon, sat down cross-legged, and remained silent for a moment. Without the Spirit Nose Pill, he could only cultivate step by step.
The next morning.
The wisps of smoke rising from the Sandalwood Incense burner mingled with the cool morning air.
Fang Han sat cross-legged on the futon, his eyes slightly closed, and the < Nether Guide > technique was slowly circulating within his body.
The Internal Qi circulates between the nasal cavity and meridians, practicing again and again.
He could clearly feel that his mastery of this top-tier Tracking Secret Technique was improving little by little.
The perception range stabilized within a radius of ten miles and did not expand further, but the accuracy of perception steadily and rapidly improved.
My current perception ability has surpassed the Perfection Realm the < Thousand-Mile Soul Lock >.
Those subtle nuances that previously required deliberate concentration to capture can now be clearly perceived with the slightest thought.
At this very moment--
"Knock knock knock."
A soft knock sounded at the Quiet Room.
"Senior brother."
Qui Lan's voice came from outside the door, tinged with a hint of cautious probing.
"I have something important to report."
"Maintaining the operation of the Nether Guide," Fang Han asked.
"What is it?"
"Senior brother, the sect leader sent someone to deliver Danyao that will help you cultivate your secret techniques. I thought you must be in urgent need of them, which is why I dared to bother you."
Qui Lan's voice came from behind the door, tinged with respect.
Fang Han's brows twitched slightly.
Danyao that aid in the cultivation of secret techniques?
Could it be?
He stood up, walked to the door, and reached out to pull open the latch.
"Squeak--"
The door to the Quiet Room was pushed open, and the morning light poured in.
Qui Lan stood outside the door with her hands at her sides, holding a Cloth Pouch in both hands, and quickly handed it over.
"Senior brother, this is something the sect leader sent."
Fang Han reached out and took the Cloth Pouch. He didn't open it immediately to check, but instead asked first:
"What did the people from the Sect Master's Hall say?"
He only said that the sect leader had specially ordered it to be sent, and asked his senior brother to accept it; he didn't say anything else.
Qui Lan answered respectfully.
Fang Han nodded slightly:
"Okay, you can go now."
"Yes, senior brother."
Qui Lan bowed respectfully, turned and retreated, her footsteps quickly disappearing at the end of the corridor.
Fang Han closed the door to the Quiet Room and lowered the latch again.
He sat cross-legged in front of the prayer mat, untied the drawstring of the Cloth Pouch, and opened the bag.
Inside the Cloth Pouch lay three antique-style jade bottles, their surfaces warm to the touch.
He took out a jade bottle and his gaze fell on the inscription on the bottle.
Three characters are inscribed on the bottle in neat small regular script:
" Spirit Nose Pill).
Fang Han paused slightly in the hand holding the jade bottle.
The Spirit Nose Pill was the very same uncommon Danyao that he had ordered Qui Lan to exchange for at the treasury yesterday, only to be told that the sect did not have any in stock.
His guess was confirmed; what was delivered was exactly the Spirit Nose Pill he desperately needed.
He uncorked the bottle, and a refreshing medicinal aroma wafted out, carrying a strange, cool scent that instantly invigorated him.
Pour out a pill, about the size of a Danyao, pale blue in color, with faint, fine lines flowing across its surface, like some kind of naturally formed rune.
"Yesterday they said there was no stock..."
Fang Han muttered to himself, his gaze falling on the ten cyan Danyao in the bottle, lost in thought.
Given his current status in the Azure Profound Sect, he doesn't believe the Sect Treasury will impose any restrictions on him.
Therefore, there is only one explanation for the sudden appearance of the Spirit Nose Pill—
The sect specially collected materials for him and refined this batch of Danyao.
"The sect leader specially ordered these Danyao to be refined for me; I cannot let him down."
Fang Han put the poured-out Danyao into his mouth.
The Danyao melted upon entering the mouth, not surging into the stomach like ordinary medicine, but rather transforming into a cool, refreshing sensation that rose up the throat and into the nasal cavity.
The cool scent wasn't pungent; instead, it brought a strange sense of comfort, as if a clear spring was flowing and soothing through my nasal cavity.
Wherever it passed, the delicate meridians in the nasal cavity seemed to be cleansed, bringing a sense of clarity.
Under the cool breeze, my nasal cavity felt as if a thin veil had been lifted, making it even clearer.
More importantly, his nasal cavity was temporarily modified, making it more sensitive and more suitable for practicing Tracking Secret Technique like the Nether Guide.
With this heightened sensitivity in the nasal cavity, one can clearly perceive whether the current method of using Internal Qi brings improvement or weakening, making it more suitable for cultivating Tracking Secret Technique like Nether Shadow.
"Buzz--"
Fang Han did not waste the medicinal power and immediately restarted the < Nether Guide >.
Incantation activation--
The Internal Qi circulates in the meridians, following the flow path of the < Nether Guide > technique.
It's several times faster than before!
That icy aura seemed to transform into an invisible bridge, bringing him closer to the Tracking Secret Technique.
The precision of perception is improving at an unprecedented rate.
What used to take several hours to complete the cultivation process has now been shortened to one hour.
Achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Fang Han was immersed in this highly efficient cultivation, repeatedly activating the < Nether Guide > and honing his sense of smell.
A few days later, in Quiet Room.
The light outside the window had changed from dawn to the brightness of midday, and was gradually tinged with the warmth of dusk.
Fang Han sat cross-legged on the futon, his aura deep and concentrated, with only the nostrils occasionally twitching slightly as his Internal Qi circulated.
"Almost there!"
A hint of satisfaction appeared in Fang Han's eyes.
Over the course of several days, with the aid of the Spirit Nose Pill, the progress of < Nether Guide > was remarkable.
Although we are still some distance from achieving Minor Accomplishment, we are not far off.
Moreover, this improvement, unlike the Beginner stage one, did not rely on the foundation of the Perfection Realm < Thousand-Mile Soul Lock >.
The Perfection Realm potential of his " Thousand-Mile Soul Lock " technique was exhausted when he first Beginner stage. Every bit of progress he makes now is a true reflection of his cultivation speed.
"At this rate, the < Nether Guide > should be nearing Minor Accomplishment in a few more days at most."
Fang Han muttered to himself.
Once he reaches the Minor Accomplishment of < Nether Guide >, he will gain a sense of smell far surpassing that of the Perfection Realm < Thousand-Mile Soul Lock >.
Then we can try to track down Yan Wuji, find Yan Wuji, and eliminate him.
Meanwhile, in a hidden cave within Qingyang Prefecture.
On the dim cave walls, dark red light flickered, carrying an eerie and sinister quality.
Yan Wuji sat cross-legged on the blue stone, his eyes closed, and his blood-red Internal Qi slowly circulated around his body.
The Internal Qi was no longer weak and floating; it was much more solid and violent than it had been a few days ago.
Each cycle causes loose stones to fall from the cave walls.
Much later.
Yan Wuji slowly opened his eyes, the eerie blood red in them gradually fading, and his vision cleared.
"Call--"
He exhaled a long breath of foul air, the smell of blood filling the cave.
Yan Wuji stood up, stretched his limbs, and his joints cracked and popped.
He clenched his fist, feeling the surging and violent power within him, and a sinister smile slowly crept onto his lips.
"The injuries... have finally fully healed."
He spoke in a low, hoarse voice, filled with an irrepressible sense of pleasure.
Over the past few days, he circulated his demonic arts day and night, consuming several precious Danyao, and finally completely healed his injuries.
He has now fully recovered to his peak condition.
" Seven Sects... Azure Profound Sect... Fang Han..."
He read out each name one by one, and with each name he read, the sneer on his face deepened.
"What you have done to me, I will repay a hundredfold."
He raised his head and looked into the distance through the cave entrance.
"Especially you, Azure Profound Sect."
His voice was low and filled with deep-seated hatred.
"If it weren't for your meddling, my Iron River Gang wouldn't have fallen apart."
He paused, his voice growing increasingly cold.
"I will make your Azure Profound Sect pay for this debt in blood."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure blurred, transforming into a dark red streak of light, and he dashed out of the cave entrance.
White Glow City.
Within Qingyang Prefecture, there are few cities with a population exceeding one million.
The city walls are majestic and stretch for miles, with people and carriages coming and going at the city gates.
The city is lined with shops and buildings, and even in the afternoon, the streets are still bustling with people.
All Seven Sects have branches here.
A figure appeared outside the city gate at dusk.
The person wore a wide-brimmed black cloth hat, with a black veil hanging down that completely covered their face, revealing only a section of their chin.
He wore a gray cloth robe, was of medium build, and was unremarkable.
It was Yan Wuji.