As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

"Damn it, I'm still being targeted by the old guy from the sect. Going to the Hidden Mist Mountains to guard the spirit stone mine this time will definitely be very dangerous."

Fang Han mentally greeted all the women in the upper echelons of the Yin Mo Sect, and then summoned Sister Shangguan Yun to give instructions.

"Sir, my two sisters are willing to go with you."

When the Shangguan Yun sisters learned that Fang Han was sent by the sect to the Wuyin Mountains to guard the Lingshi Mine, their faces showed worry.

"No need, you two are too low in cultivation and are a burden. During the time when I am not in the sect, just help me take care of the cave."

Fang Han stretched out his hands and raised the pretty faces of Shangguan Yun and Shangguan Yan Lan to look directly at him, then turned and returned to the room, leaving only the Shangguan Yun sisters standing blankly in the courtyard.

"Before going to the Hall of Things, I'd better identify the owner of the gold-eating ant soft harvest this time."

After returning to the house, Fang Han sat cross-legged and thought for a while. After that, Fang Han took off the green spirit worm bag from his waist and penetrated it with a trace of his consciousness. In a flash of green light, more than 1000 white worms the size of peanuts appeared on the ground.

"It looks like there's going to be a lot of bleeding this time!"

Fang Han currently does not have the magic to control insects, so he plans to use the most primitive method, using his own blood to make the gold-eating ants recognize their master. He looked at the more than 1000 gold-eating ants on the ground and smiled.

A thin blade of spiritual power was condensed in front of Fang Han's right hand. With a slight slide, a long wound appeared in the palm of Fang Han's right hand, and blood flowed out from the wound.

He stretched his bleeding right hand over the gold-eating ant soft tissue, and the blood flowing out instantly dyed the gold-eating ant soft tissue on the ground red.

Just when Fang Han turned slightly pale, more than 1000 gold-eating ant eggs on the ground had been soaked in Fang Han's blood.

Seeing this, Fang Han used his spiritual power to stop the bleeding from the wound, and then took out a pill from his storage bag and drank it. After taking the pill, Han's complexion returned to rosy.

"This time I have consumed a lot of essence and blood. I hope the Gold-Eating Ant will not disappoint me after it is absorbed."

After Fang Han finished taking the elixir, he quietly stared at the changes in the gold-eating ant's softness.

Without letting Fang Han wait for long, after three breaths, more than 1000 gold-eating ant ants on the ground soaked with Fang Han's blood flashed a dazzling red light. After the red light passed, Han felt that he and the gold-eating ants were very close. There is no connection.

"The gold-eating ants haven't hatched so soon, and it's been taking so long now. I have to go to the Hall of Things quickly, otherwise the law enforcement disciples will come to my door. With my current strength, I won't be able to get any good results."

Thinking of this, Fang Han's good mood about letting the Gold-Eating Ant Soft recognize his master disappeared instantly. He put away the Gold-Eating Ant Soft on the ground and stepped out of the house with a gloomy face.

"Shangguanyun continued, this storage bag contains dozens of bottles of blood pills refined by monks, and hundreds of bottles of blood pills refined by mortals, which are enough for you to practice to the late stage of Qi refining. I hope you won't let me disappointment."

Fang Han glanced at Shangguan Yun, who was still standing in the courtyard, and handed her all the blood pills he had obtained before.

"Thank you, son, for the reward!"

Shangguan Yun's eyes couldn't help but shine as she looked at the storage bag in her hand. She did not object to the fact that the blood pill was made by humans. After seeing the weak and the strong in the world of cultivation, Shangguan Yun had already understood that the truth is only strong fists.

"Son..."

"With your qualifications, you don't need to practice with blood pills."

Looking at Shangguan Yanlan who was hesitant to speak, Fang Han smiled evilly. He had already seen what Shangguan Yanlan was thinking.

Fang Han did not plan to give Shangguan Yanlan any training resources. He didn't know how long he would be away this time, and he was afraid that Shangguan Yanlan's Tianlinggen qualifications would give him enough resources to make a breakthrough too quickly.

Secondly, he was afraid that Shangguan Yanlan would break through too quickly and have his Tianlinggen qualifications discovered by the senior officials of the Yin Mo Sect and be accepted as a disciple. At that time, he would really be in vain, and he might even be slapped to death by the senior officials of the sect.

In the reluctant eyes of Shangguan Yun and his two daughters, Fang Han turned around and walked out of the small courtyard.

"Why, that disciple named Fang Han hasn't come here yet?"

"Report to Master Tang, my two junior brothers and I have already gone to Fanghan Cave Mansion to inform him."

"Wait for another stick of incense, and Fang Hangan will arrest him and take him to the law enforcement hall before he comes."

"Humph!"

In the Yin Mo Sect's Affairs Hall, twenty or thirty monks have gathered here at this time. The person who just spoke was Tang Qingshan, the deacon elder of the Affairs Hall, and the person who answered was the three law enforcement disciples who had been to Fang Han Courtyard before. .

"Fang Han is so arrogant. He dared to keep Deacon Tang waiting for a long time. Two junior brothers, let's go and arrest Fang Han and take him to the Law Enforcement Hall to receive his punishment."

Seeing Tang Qingshan setting fire, the leading law enforcement monk who had been to Fang Hanyuan before rolled his eyes and said to Tang Qingshan.

He was so active not because he really wanted to please Tang Qingshan, but because he was focused on Fang Han's net worth.

"Senior brothers, are you in such a hurry for something urgent?"

Just as the three of them stepped out of the things hall, they were met by Fang Han, who had just arrived.

"It's okay... Junior Brother Fang, I'd better hurry in and save you. Deacon Tang is already impatient to wait."

The leading law enforcement disciple immediately looked gloomy when he saw Fang Han coming, and said to Fang Han with a smile on his face.

"Oh!"

"Then thank you, senior brother, for reminding me."

Fang Han was not a fool, so he naturally guessed what these three law enforcement disciples were going to do now, so Fang Han looked cold and put these three people on the must-kill list.

Fang Han bypassed the three people and walked straight into the Things Hall. When he heard the movement outside, the monks in the Things Hall looked at Fang Han who walked into the Things Hall.

"Ahem, boy, you are the first Qi Refining monk who dared to make me, Tang Qingshan, wait. If the sect had not urgently needed Qi Refining Stage disciples to go to the Wuyin Mountains to guard the spirit stone mines, you would have been a corpse."

As soon as Fang Han stepped into the Hall of Things, he was hit by a powerful spiritual pressure that made his bones rattle. Before he could use his spiritual power to resist the spiritual pressure, another deafening sound came into his ears.

"Ok!"

Fang Han groaned and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Seeing this, Tang Qingshan withdrew his spiritual pressure from pressing on Fang Han.

"Thank you, Master Uncle, for your mercy!"

Fang Han lowered his head and bowed to Tang Qingshan. Tang Qing nodded with satisfaction when he saw Fang Han's performance.

Fang Han, who lowered his head, had a sinister look on his face, but Tang Qingshan didn't notice it at all.