The night was as dark as ink, enveloping the rolling mountains.
Fang Han lay prone on the ancient tree, his aura completely concealed, like a piece of withered wood.
Those calm eyes peered through the gaps in the leaves, quietly watching the brightly lit mine several miles away.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han finally made a move.
He drifted silently down from the ancient tree, his gray robes almost blending into the shadows in the night.
With the < Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps > activated, his figure moved like an invisible night breeze, sweeping towards the mine wall.
Under the master-level Breath Concealment Secret Technique Shadowveil, his aura was completely suppressed, his heartbeat slowed to almost a standstill, and his skin temperature blended into the environment.
Two patrolling disciples walked past him several feet away, completely unaware.
The wall was ten zhang high. Fang Han lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his figure rose up, silently vaulting over the top of the wall like a night bird.
Upon landing, they were already inside the mine, and not a speck of dust was disturbed beneath their feet.
According to the intelligence purchased from Rain Listening Tower, the warehouse is located in the northwest corner of the mine.
Fang Han darted northwest, skimming along the shadows of the buildings.
He easily evaded several patrolling groups of disciples he encountered along the way.
In a short while, he had already arrived at the heart of the mine.
Ahead, a building made of bluestone came into view.
The building occupies a large area, and the doors are Iron Wood and wood, making them heavy and sturdy.
A huge iron lock hung on the door, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
At the entrance, six disciples of the Thunderlight Pavilion, dressed in dark blue disciple robes, stood guard on both sides, with long swords hanging at their waists. Their cultivation levels were all around the fifth rank.
Fang Han stopped in the shadows, his gaze sweeping over the positions of the six people.
Judging from their aura, the strongest among them was no more than Fourth Grade martial artist, whom he could kill with a flick of his wrist.
He drew his sword.
The Silver-Gray Longsword did not reflect any light in the night; its blade was as thin as a cicada's wing.
"Whoosh!"
He moved with a swift movement, like a wisp of smoke, and appeared in front of the three disciples on the left.
The sword flashed silently.
"Puff puff puff--"
Before the three disciples could even react, a very thin bloodstain appeared on each of their necks.
Their bodies slid softly to the ground, dying without making a sound.
"Have--"
The three disciples on the right noticed something amiss and were about to warn them Fang Han, leaving an afterimage in his original position, had already darted in front of them.
"Puff puff puff--"
The sword flashed again, and the three figures collapsed simultaneously.
Fang Han gently placed the six corpses on the ground. The whole process was clean and efficient, without disturbing anyone.
Fang Han turned around and reached out to grasp the iron lock.
He exhaled a small amount of Internal Qi and gently twisted his arm.
"Click."
The iron lock snapped instantly.
Fang Han pushed the door open and entered, then closed it behind him.
The warehouse was dimly lit, but with his Mid First Grade eyesight, he could still see the scene inside clearly.
Against the wall, dozens of wooden crates were neatly stacked. Each crate was about three feet long and two feet wide, made of thick Iron Wood, with iron sheets covering the corners.
Fang Han stepped forward and casually opened a wooden box.
The moment the lid was lifted, a dazzling golden light burst forth from the box.
Those were gold bars stacked up neatly.
Each gold brick is about the size of a palm, with a pure color, and gleams with a deep and warm luster in the dim light.
It is clearly refined gold that has been smelted and purified, and can be used directly as silver.
Fang Han's lips curled into a slight smile.
Without further delay, he activated the System Panel with a slight thought.
A translucent light curtain appeared before my eyes:
[Host: Fang Han ]
[ Root Bone Talent Amplification: 512x (Level 10 amplification requires 100 million gold)]
[ Sword Art Talent Amplification: 256x ( Level Nine Amplification requires 10 million gold)]
[ Footwork Talent Amplification: 256x ( Level Nine Amplification requires 10 million gold)]
[ Body Tempering Talent Amplification: 256x ( Level Nine Amplification requires 10 million gold)]
[ Secret Technique Talent Amplification: 256x ( Level Nine Amplification requires 10 million gold)]
[ Possessed Wealth: 9.18 million gold]
" Recharge."
Fang Han reached out and pressed his hand on a wooden box, and the box, along with the gold bricks inside, vanished instantly.
He walked around the warehouse without stopping, constantly touching the wooden crates with both hands.
Each time it is touched, a wooden box disappears into thin air.
In just a few breaths, all the dozens of wooden crates in the warehouse had disappeared.
The numbers on the System Panel started to jump:
[ Possessed Wealth: 9.18 million gold → 9.38 million gold]
Two hundred thousand gold coins.
Fang Han's gaze lingered on that line of numbers for a moment, then he nodded slightly.
Although this is a large gold mine, the gold produced is transported away regularly, so there are no large quantities of gold stored here.
A gain of 200,000 gold is already quite good.
With this additional 200,000 gold, we are now only 620,000 gold short of the 10 million gold needed to unlock the Level Nine Amplification.
"Whoosh--"
Fang Han turned and walked out of the warehouse. With a swift movement, he sped off towards the outside of the mine along the route he had come from.
In no time, they had scaled the wall and disappeared into the night.
He didn't stop to rest.
Tonight's objective is to loot all five of the Thunderlight Pavilion's large properties.
After tonight, once the Thunderlight Pavilion realizes what's happening, it won't be easy for them to loot the place.
"Whoosh!"
Ignoring the depletion of his Internal Qi, Fang Han unleashed the full power of the < Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps >, his figure flashing past in the night as a gray shadow.
The autumn wind whistled in my ears, and the mountains and forests on both sides rushed past.
A dozen minutes later.
Deep within the gold mine, two patrolling disciples dragged their weary steps along their usual route toward the warehouse.
One of them yawned, rubbing his sleepy eyes and muttering:
"I'm so tired, I can change shifts in another hour."
The other person was about to reply when they suddenly stopped in their tracks.
He stared wide-eyed at the six figures lying haphazardly on the ground in front of the warehouse door.
The moonlight shone down, illuminating the deep blue disciple robes worn by the six people.
"This..."
He opened his mouth, and a dry, incredulous sound came from his throat.
Immediately, a piercing scream shattered the silence of the night.
"Help! Something's happened at the warehouse!"
Inside the largest stone house deep within the mine, an elderly man of about fifty years old suddenly opened his eyes. He was none other than the First Grade Elder of the Thunderlight Pavilion, who was stationed in this area.
"Whoosh!"
With a swift movement, he dashed out of the stone house like lightning and quickly arrived at the warehouse door.
Looking at the six corpses with only a thin bloodstain on their necks, at the broken iron lock on the half-open warehouse door, and at the empty warehouse, the face of this First Grade Elder of the Thunderlight Pavilion instantly turned ashen.
At this moment, other Elder, Deacon, and disciples rushed over from all parts of the mine.
Upon seeing the six corpses lying on the ground, their expressions turned grim. They whispered amongst themselves, their faces filled with fear, and a commotion broke out.
"Seal off the mine! Send a message to the sect immediately!"
The man, around fifty years old, spoke in a hoarse voice, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage.
"Take the example of the gold mine warehouse being robbed, where all the gold bars in stock were stolen!"
Everyone sprang into action; some blocked the exits, others released messenger hawks, and lights were lit one by one, illuminating the mine as if it were daytime.
But all of this is no longer relevant to Fang Han.
More than an hour later, his figure appeared in a mountain forest a thousand miles away.
The terrain here is flat, the soil is fertile, and the air is filled with a faint aroma of herbs.
Even from several miles away, the unique aroma, a blend of various medicinal herbs, was still clearly discernible.
Not far ahead lies the large Medicine Garden of the Thunderlight Pavilion.
The Medicine Garden is built against the mountain, with terraced fields stretching from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside.
Dozens of wooden houses are scattered among the terraced fields, with several winding bluestone paths running through them.
"Buzz--"
Fang Han pushed the < Shadowveil > to its limit and silently slipped past the outer edge of the Medicine Garden.
According to intelligence, the Medicine Garden's warehouse is located deep within the Medicine Garden, in a stone house built against the mountainside.
He evaded several patrolling disciples and darted into the depths of the valley along the shadows at the edge of the medicinal field.
A rich aroma of herbs wafted through the air; the < Nether Guide > was filled with the scents of various medicinal plants.
A moment later, he arrived in front of the stone house.
There were four disciples of the Thunderlight Pavilion guarding the gate, all of whom were at or around the fifth rank in cultivation.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han drew his sword and moved closer like a ghost.
"Puff puff puff puff--"
The sword flashed four times, and the four figures collapsed simultaneously.
Using the same method, he broke the lock and pushed the door Fang Han to enter.
The scene inside the warehouse moved him slightly.
Hundreds of wooden crates were neatly stacked, piled from the ground all the way to the roof.
I randomly opened a few boxes, and inside were various dried medicinal herbs such as red ginseng, polygonatum, lingzhi, and he shou wu, all of which were rare and valuable.
Fang Han reached out and placed his hand on the wooden box.
" Recharge."
The wooden crates disappeared one after another; in just a few moments, all the hundreds of wooden crates in the warehouse had vanished.
[ Possessed Wealth: 9.38 million gold → 9.56 million gold]
"Eighteen thousand taels of gold."
With 180,000 gold coins in hand, Fang Han turned and left the Medicine Garden, his figure quickly disappearing into the night.
Shortly afterward, a scream rang out in the Medicine Garden, and soon chaos ensued.
But Fang Han had already headed towards his next target—the large-scale Thunder-Iron Mine of the Thunderlight Pavilion.
More than an hour later, Fang Han arrived at the Thunder-Iron Mine.
The Thunder-Iron Mine is built against the mountain and is much smaller than a large gold mine, but the wealth it generates each year is no less than that of a large gold mine.
Because Thunder Iron is a precious metal that can be used to forge Dharma Weapon weapons, its value for the same weight is even greater than that of gold.
The mine was brightly lit, and a huge smelting furnace was still spewing out scorching flames even in the dead of night. The air was filled with the smell of ore dust mixed with coke.
"Whoosh!"
Using the Shadowveil and Nether Guide, Fang Han silently evaded the patrolling men and infiltrated the area.
The warehouse is located deep within the mine, a massive building constructed of bluestone.
There were at least eight Thunderlight Pavilion disciples guarding the entrance.
Killing eight people instantly is not difficult; any First Grade martial artist could do it. The difficulty lies in killing eight people without causing a commotion.
However, this did not stump Fang Han.
"Puff puff puff--"
Fang Han activated the Wind Sword Intent Wind Sword Intent, enveloping the eight people with it. The spiritual attack contained within the Sword Intent struck their souls directly, instantly shattering them.
The eight people instantly lost their focus and collapsed limply.
"Puff puff puff--"
Fang Han repaired his sword wound, concealed his Sword Intent, broke the lock, and pushed the door open to enter.
The warehouse was filled with smelted Thunder Iron ingots, which were dark silver in color and had a cold, metallic sheen on their surfaces.
" Recharge."
Fang Han forward and reached out to touch the smelted Thunder Iron ingots.
[ Possessed Wealth: 9.56 million gold → 9.78 million gold]
With Possessed Wealth increase of 220,000 gold, reaching 9.78 million gold, you are getting closer and closer to your second goal of 10 million gold.
Fang Han immediately left, heading towards his next target.
More than an hour later, Fang Han appeared at the large silver mine of the Thunderlight Pavilion.
They still infiltrated silently and quietly dealt with the Thunderlight Pavilion disciples guarding the warehouse.
[ Possessed Wealth: 9.78 million gold → 9.93 million gold]
This time, the silver in the warehouse brought him a fortune of 150,000 gold, Possessed Wealth to 9.93 million gold.
We're only 70,000 gold coins away from our goal of 10 million.
The night was gradually fading, and a sliver of dawn was appearing on the eastern horizon.
Fang Han didn't stop, heading straight for his last target—a large business guild under the Thunderlight Pavilion, located in the Prefecture City of East Foothills Prefecture.
The Prefecture City East Foothills Prefecture, with its majestic city walls stretching for dozens of miles, was the most prosperous city in East Foothills Prefecture.
Before the city gates were even opened, Fang Han used the " Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps " to scale the 20-zhang-high city wall and enter.
The Prefecture City was lined with shops.
Even before dawn, early risers were already sweeping the door and preparing for the opening.
Fang Han walked along the main street and came to a five-story vermilion pavilion.
The four large characters " Thunderlight Trading Company " on the gate plaque are written in a vigorous and powerful style, indicating that it is the largest trading company under the Thunderlight Pavilion.
He climbed over the wall from the side and back, heading straight for the warehouse in the backyard.