The tall and thin man looked up at Lei Qianting and said with an apologetic expression:
"Your Excellency, please don't be angry. Dark Abyss cancels the commission. There is naturally a reason for the cancellation."
Lei Qianting took a deep breath, suppressed the anger, and said in a hoarse voice, "What's the reason?"
The tall and thin man considered his words and said:
"My master killer, Dark Abyss, has already taken action."
Lei Qianting's breathing paused slightly.
The tall and lanky man continued:
"Although the Grandmaster Killer found Fang Han, the assassination failed. Fang Han's combat power is enough to compete with the Grandmaster head-on."
The back hall fell into dead silence.
Lei Qianting was sitting on the wooden bench, his face under the mask was blank.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but found that his throat was extremely dry.
Fang Han actually has combat power comparable to that of a grandmaster?
How is this possible!
But these words came from the mouth of Dark Abyss, and their credibility is extremely high.
After all, a failed assassination is not a glorious thing, it is enough to discredit Dark Abyss's performance.
"Only in his early twenties!"
Thinking of Fang Han's age, Lei Qianting's Adam's apple rolled up and down. A chill rose from the tailbone and spread along the spine to all limbs.
He suddenly realized what a terrifying existence Thunderlight Pavilion had provoked.
A terrifying monster in his early twenties who already possesses the power of a master. If such a person is given a few more years, how far will he grow?
Seeing that Lei Qianting was silent, the tall and thin man said nothing more. He just took back the voucher Lei Qianting placed on the counter and said:
"Sir, please come with me to collect the commission fee."
Lei Qianting stood up slowly and followed to collect the commission fee, his movements a little stiff.
Soon after, he left the intelligence office of Dark Abyss carrying a box of banknotes.
The night enveloped his figure, and the autumn wind poured in from the alley, making the hem of his robe rustle.
He walked along the alley towards the Thunderlight Pavilion's villa in this city, his pace much heavier than before.
In those deep eyes, the fire went out, leaving only a deep silence, like a winter quagmire.
The autumn wind blew across the street corner, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground and whirling past his feet.
He lowered his head, quickened his pace, and soon disappeared into the depths of the night.
In the blink of an eye, Fang Han returned to the Azure Profound Sect for several days.
In the past few days, he has lived in seclusion and spent most of his time practicing in No. 35 Annex.
Practice <Greenwood Poison-Avoidance Scripture> in the early morning to improve the cultivation level of Internal Qi.
Practice in the morning <Great Void Wind God Sword>.
I practiced <Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps> and <Black Tortoise True Art> in the afternoon, and my life was peaceful and fulfilling.
Qui Lan delivers meals on time every day, and occasionally reports to him some trivial matters within the sect.
For example, a certain True Disciple disciple has made a breakthrough in cultivation, such as which of this year's newcomers have outstanding performance, or how Fang Yingxue, who was recommended by Fang Han to join Azure Profound Sect, performed in the sect.
These are all ordinary things.
Fang Han listened, nodded slightly, and didn't ask any more questions.
There is only one thing he cares about most right now - whether Dark Abyss will send the Grandmaster Killer again.
For this reason, he maintains the perception of <Nether Guide> every day, constantly exploring the atmosphere around the courtyard, every plant, tree, bird and beast. If there is any slight movement, he cannot escape his perception.
However, after a few days, it was always calm around No. 35 Annex.
Whether it was the disciples walking back and forth, the handymen cleaning the courtyard, or the small animals that occasionally passed by outside the courtyard wall, they were all ordinary smells, and there was nothing unusual that warranted vigilance.
Dark Abyss's assassination never came again.
On the evening of the fourth day, Fang Han finished <Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps>'s practice and stood under a ginkgo tree in the courtyard.
The autumn wind passed by, and a few golden ginkgo leaves swirled and fell. They stopped on his shoulders for a moment, and then fell to the bluestone ground.
He raised his head and looked at the clouds on the horizon that were dyed orange by the setting sun. The stone that had been hanging in his heart for a long time finally slowly fell to the ground.
"It seems that Dark Abyss has indeed given up."
Fang Han whispered to himself.
With Dark Abyss's intelligence capabilities, it is impossible not to know that he has returned to the Azure Profound Sect.
Since so many days have passed and still no action has been taken, there is only one possibility - Dark Abyss has canceled the assassination commission related to him.
This was also what he expected.
Dark Abyss is known for assessing the situation and never makes a loss-making transaction.
The master-level assassin suffered a loss in his hands and returned home defeated. Dark Abyss will naturally re-evaluate the price of continuing to assassinate him.
An opponent who already possesses the strength of a master in his early twenties will lose more than he gains if he continues to fight against him.
"Thunderlight Pavilion!"
The crisis was over, Fang Han couldn't help but think of the Thunderlight Pavilion, who had brought this crisis to him.
Lei Qianting issued an assassination commission for him in Dark Abyss. If his strength had not been continuously broken through, he would have turned into a withered skeleton.
This account needs to be considered in the long term. Revenge against the Thunderlight Pavilion cannot be done for the time being, but this does not mean that nothing can be done.
"Collect some interest first."
Fang Han's eyes were slightly cold.
Thunderlight Pavilion cannot be moved for the time being, so he plans to charge interest to the Thunderlight Pavilion.
The natural method is to "return to the old business", loot the properties under the Thunderlight Pavilion's name, and transfer all the valuables from Recharge to System Panel, which not only weakens Thunderlight Pavilion's financial strength, but also increases its own wealth.
His current System Panel Possessed Wealth is 9.18 million gold, which is only 820,000 gold short of the 10 million gold required to open Level Nine Amplification.
If you can loot a few properties of the Thunderlight Pavilion, it shouldn't be difficult to collect the ten million gold.
But before that, there is one thing that needs to be resolved first.
"Intelligence."
Fang Han frowned slightly.
The Nether Pavilion that was looted before was a force within Qingyang Prefecture. Rain Listening Hall, who is in charge of intelligence in the sect, has detailed information on the Nether Pavilion's various industries, and he can access it directly.
But Thunderlight Pavilion is the force of East Foothills Prefecture, and Rain Listening Hall specializes in intelligence within Qingyang Prefecture. Even if the intelligence from outside the county is collected, it will never be very detailed.
If he wants to loot Thunderlight Pavilion's properties, he must first know what Thunderlight Pavilion's properties are and where they are located.
Without this information, it is like a blind man trying to grasp an elephant, unable to make any progress.
"With my current position within the sect, I can order Rain Listening Hall to sneak into East Foothills Prefecture to collect information related to the Thunderlight Pavilion's industry."
Fang Han The thought changed, and then he shook his head slightly.
"Inappropriate."
He didn't want the sect to know that Thunderlight Pavilion was robbed because of him.
This is related to his biggest secret-System Panel.
Recharge's power is too weird, and wealth disappears out of thin air. If the sect is interested in tracing it, there is no guarantee that there will be no clues.
Although with his current status, the sect would not do anything to him even if he was discovered, but he did not want to take the risk.
The secret is a secret because only you know it.
"Rain Listening Tower."
The name came to Fang Han's mind.
Azure Profound Sect Rain Listening Hall, who is in charge of intelligence, is modeled after Rain Listening Tower. Even his name has the word "Tingyu", which shows the importance of Rain Listening Tower in the field of intelligence.
Among Seven Sects, in terms of intelligence ability, Rain Listening Tower ranks first.
Moreover, Rain Listening Tower specializes in selling information. As long as you can afford the price, you can buy any information.
Even if Thunderlight Pavilion is Qingyang Prefecture's external force, with Rain Listening Tower's intelligence network, there will certainly be no shortage of relevant information.
When he dealt with Chu Feng, he first purchased information on the industry under Chu Feng's name at Rain Listening Tower.
Now if we want to attack Thunderlight Pavilion, we can definitely repeat the same trick.
"You have to disguise yourself and go there!"
The decision was made in his heart, but Fang Han did not leave immediately.
But now that Qingyang Prefecture is so famous, no matter where you go to buy information under the name Rain Listening Tower, you will be recognized immediately.
Therefore, you must disguise your identity and go there.
He took out the Human Skin Mask from the Storage Ring and held it in his palm for a closer look.
This mask was redeemed by him for 3,000 contribution points from the sect supplies department, and was used in Misty Forest.
The seizure of Mid-Grade Heavenly Treasure Starry Ink Jade attracted many forces to pursue it, causing a lot of trouble.
If he hadn't given up this disguised identity immediately, he might have been targeted by the top forces who coveted Starry Ink Jade.
"This mask can no longer be used."
Fang Han Put away the mask.
He doesn't plan to use this mask again if it's not necessary, he needs a new one.
"Go to the supplies department and buy one."
Fang Han stood up, straightened his robe, hung Cloudsplitter Sword around his waist, and pushed out the door.
Qui Lan was trimming a pot of orchids on the porch. He raised his head when he heard the door open and asked.
"Senior brother, are you going out?"
"Hmm."
Fang Han responded and walked towards the courtyard gate.
The Materials Department is located on the west side of the mountainside of the Azure Profound Sect. It is a two-story attic built against the mountain.
Some dead leaves had fallen on the green tiles of the attic, and the stone steps in front of the door were worn smooth and shiny by the footsteps of the disciples.
Fang Han When he stepped into the hall, there were not many disciples in the hall.
Several outer disciples were selecting cultivation supplies in front of the counter. When they saw Fang Han coming in, they were startled for a moment, and then they all bowed and saluted and got out of the way.
When Deacon, who was on duty in the hall, saw Fang Han, he quickly put down what he was doing, hurried up to greet him, and bowed.
"Fang True Disciple, you came to the supplies department today, but what do you need?"
Fang Han Before he could speak, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the back hall.
An old man wearing a dark blue Elder robe with gray beard and hair came out.
The old man has a thin face, but his eyes are bright and restrained. He is from the Materials Department Elder Liu Hui.
"Why did Fang True Disciple come here in person? If you need anything, just ask the attendant to come and tell you."
Liu Hui waved his hand, signaling Deacon to step back, and came forward in person with a smile on his face.
Fang Han's status in the sect is no longer what it used to be. True Disciple is the first person and Prodigy Ranking is the first person.
When a person like this comes to the supplies department in person, even if he is Elder, he does not dare to neglect it.
"Liu Elder You're welcome."
Fang Han returned the favor.
"True Disciple, please come this way."
Liu Hui made a "please" gesture and led Fang Han into a secluded elegant room in the back hall.
The furnishings in the elegant interior are simple, with a pear wood table, a few armchairs, and a pot of tea on the table.
Liu Hui asked Fang Han to sit down and poured a cup of tea himself before asking.
"I wonder what Fang True Disciple needs to exchange for?"
"Human Skin Mask."
Fang Han put down the tea cup and directly explained his purpose.
Liu Hui twirled his gray beard, nodded slightly, called a Deacon disciple standing outside the door, and gave a few instructions.
The Deacon disciple took the order and left. After about a while of tea, he came back with several brocade boxes, placed the brocade boxes on the table, bowed and left.
Liu Hui stretched out his hand to open the brocade box, which was covered with dark velvet. Each brocade box held a piece of Human Skin Mask.
"Fang True Disciple, these are the best masks in the hall."
Liu Hui said.