Chapter 575 - 571: Spirit Nose Pill

Chapter 575: Chapter 571: Spirit Nose Pill

’Time is short. I have to find a way to speed up my Cultivation.’

Fang Han was lost in thought when he suddenly recalled an Elixir he had read about in the Sect’s records—the Spirit Nose Pill.

This Elixir was refined using several rare medicinal herbs as its main ingredients, supplemented with the blood Essence of a Demon. It could significantly enhance a Cultivator’s affinity for Tracking Secret Techniques in a short period, thereby accelerating their Cultivation progress in such arts.

’It’s perfect for my current situation.’

Fang Han stood up, pushed open the door of the Quiet Chamber, and had a servant summon Qiu Lan.

"Senior Brother."

Qiu Lan arrived quickly.

"Take my Identity Token and go to the Sect Treasure Vault."

Fang Han took the Identity Token from his robes and handed it over.

"Exchange it for three bottles of Spirit Nose Pills."

"Yes, Senior Brother."

Qiu Lan took the Token with both hands, responded respectfully, then turned and walked briskly out of the courtyard.

Fang Han stood under the veranda with his hands behind his back, watching Qiu Lan’s departing figure.

’The ingredients for the Spirit Nose Pill are rare. I wonder if the Treasure Vault has any in stock.’

’I hope they do!’

Half an hour later, the sound of footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.

Qiu Lan was back.

She walked up to Fang Han, returned the Identity Token with both hands, and said,

"Senior Brother, Elder Zhao Tie, who is on duty today, said that the ingredients for the Spirit Nose Pill are scarce and extremely difficult to refine."

She paused, her voice lowering slightly.

"The Sect hasn’t refined this Elixir for a long time. The Treasure Vault is currently out of Spirit Nose Pills."

"They’re out?"

Fang Han took the Token, his brow furrowing slightly.

His fears had become reality. The Sect Treasure Vault didn’t have an unpopular Elixir like the Spirit Nose Pill.

"I see."

Fang Han nodded slightly and put the Token away in his robes.

"You’re dismissed. Go get some rest."

"Yes, Senior Brother."

Qiu Lan bowed and withdrew.

Fang Han turned and walked back into the Quiet Chamber.

The door closed behind him with a soft CREAK.

He walked to the meditation cushion, sat down cross-legged, and fell silent for a moment. ’Without the Spirit Nose Pills, I’ll just have to stick to the conventional method of Cultivation.’

...

「The next morning.」

Plumes of blue smoke curled up from the Sandalwood Incense Burner, mingling with the cool morning air.

Fang Han sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion with his eyes slightly closed, the Technique for the Netherworld Guide slowly circulating within him.

Inner Qi flowed between his nasal cavity and meridians as he trained over and over.

He could clearly feel his mastery of this top-level Tracking Secret Technique improving, little by little.

His perception range had stabilized at a ten-li radius and was no longer expanding, but the precision of his senses was improving steadily and rapidly.

His current Perception Ability had already surpassed the Perfection level of *Thousand-Mile Soul Lock*.

Subtle auras that he previously had to focus his full attention to capture could now be perceived clearly with just a slight shift in his thoughts.

Just then—

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

A soft knock sounded from outside the Quiet Chamber.

"Senior Brother."

Qiu Lan’s voice, tinged with cautious hesitation, came from outside the door.

"I have something important to report."

While maintaining the circulation of the Netherworld Guide, Fang Han asked,

"What is it?"

"Senior Brother, the Sect Leader sent someone to deliver Elixirs that will help your Cultivation of the Secret Technique. I thought you would be in urgent need of them, so I took the liberty of disturbing you."

Qiu Lan’s respectful voice came through the door.

Fang Han’s brow twitched.

’Elixirs that help with the Cultivation of a Secret Technique?’

’Could it be?’

He stood up, walked to the door, and unlatched it.

CREAK—

The door to the Quiet Chamber was pushed open, and the morning light flooded in.

Qiu Lan stood outside with her hands at her sides, holding a cloth bag with both hands, which she quickly offered to him.

"Senior Brother, this is what the Sect Leader’s messenger brought."

Fang Han took the cloth bag. Instead of opening it immediately, he first asked,

"Did the person from the Sect Leader’s Hall say anything?"

"He only said that the Sect Leader specifically had this sent over for you to accept, Senior Brother. He didn’t say anything else."

Qiu Lan answered respectfully.

Fang Han nodded slightly.

"I see. You’re dismissed."

"Yes, Senior Brother."

Qiu Lan bowed, turned, and withdrew. The sound of her footsteps quickly faded down the corridor.

Fang Han closed the door to the Quiet Chamber and latched it again.

Returning to the meditation cushion, he sat down cross-legged, untied the drawstring of the cloth bag, and opened it.

Inside the bag lay three simple, elegant Jade Bottles, which felt smooth and warm to the touch.

He took out one of the Jade Bottles, his gaze falling on the characters engraved on its side.

On the bottle, three words were inscribed in neat, small script—

"Spirit Nose Pill".

The hand Fang Han used to hold the Jade Bottle paused for a moment.

The Spirit Nose Pill was the very same unpopular Elixir he had sent Qiu Lan to the Treasure Vault for yesterday, only to be told the Sect had none in stock.

His suspicion was confirmed; what they sent was exactly the Spirit Nose Pill he so urgently needed.

He uncorked the bottle, and a clear, medicinal aroma wafted out, carrying a strange, cool sensation that invigorated the spirit.

He poured one out. The Elixir was about the size of a longan, pale green in color, with faint, intricate patterns flowing across its surface like naturally formed runes.

’They said there was no stock just yesterday...’

Fang Han muttered to himself, his gaze falling thoughtfully on the ten green Elixirs inside the bottle.

’With my current status in the Qingxuan Sect, I don’t believe the Sect Treasure Vault would place restrictions on me.’

’In that case, there’s only one explanation for the sudden appearance of these Spirit Nose Pills—’

’The Sect specifically gathered the ingredients and refined this batch of Elixirs for me.’

’The Sect Leader went out of his way to have this batch of Elixirs refined for me. I can’t let him down.’

Fang Han put the Elixir he had poured out into his mouth.

The Elixir dissolved the moment it entered his mouth. It didn’t transform into the usual surge of Medicinal Power that flowed into his abdomen, but rather into a cool, refreshing wisp of air that rushed up his throat and straight into his nasal cavity.

The cool sensation wasn’t harsh; instead, it brought a strange sense of comfort, as if a clear spring were flowing through and suffusing his nasal passages.

Wherever it passed, the tiny meridians within his nasal cavity felt as if they had been cleansed, giving him a feeling of utter clarity.

Nourished by this cool wisp of air, it felt as though a thin veil had been lifted from his nasal cavity, making it even clearer.

More importantly, his nasal cavity was temporarily modified, becoming far more acute and better suited for cultivating Tracking Secret Techniques like the Netherworld Guide.

With his newly sharpened senses, he could clearly perceive whether his current method of circulating Inner Qi was an improvement or a detriment, making him far better suited to cultivating Tracking Secret Techniques like the Netherworld Guide.

VMMMM—

Fang Han didn’t waste the Medicinal Power and immediately began circulating the Netherworld Guide again.

He activated the Technique—

Inner Qi coursed through his meridians, following the circulation path of the Netherworld Guide.

It was several times faster than before!

The cool sensation seemed to have formed an invisible bridge, increasing his affinity with the Tracking Secret Technique.

The precision of his perception was increasing at an unprecedented rate.

A cultivation session that would have originally taken several hours was now shortened to just one.

He was achieving twice the results with half the effort.

Fang Han immersed himself in this highly efficient Cultivation, repeatedly activating the Netherworld Guide and tempering his olfactory senses.

...

「A few days later, in the Quiet Chamber.」

Outside the window, the morning light had brightened to a midday glare before gradually taking on the warm hues of dusk.

Fang Han sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion, his aura tranquil. Only the occasional, almost imperceptible twitch of his nostrils betrayed the flow of Inner Qi.

’Almost there!’

A trace of satisfaction appeared in Fang Han’s eyes.

After several days, with the help of the Spirit Nose Pills, his progress in the Netherworld Guide could be described as advancing by a thousand li a day.

Although he was still some distance from the Minor Achievement stage, he was not far off.

Moreover, this improvement was different from when he reached the Entry Level. He hadn’t relied on the foundation he’d built from mastering *Thousand-Mile Soul Lock* to Perfection.

The foundation from his Perfection of *Thousand-Mile Soul Lock* had been exhausted when he reached the Entry Level. Every bit of progress now was a true reflection of his own Cultivation speed.

Fang Han muttered to himself.

’At this rate, I should reach Minor Achievement in the Netherworld Guide in a few more days at most.’

Once the Netherworld Guide reached Minor Achievement, his olfactory senses would far surpass what he had at the Perfection level of *Thousand-Mile Soul Lock*.

’At that point, I can try to track down Yan Wuji and eliminate him.’

...

「Meanwhile, in a hidden cave within Qingyang County.」

On the dim cave walls, a dark red light flickered, casting an eerie and sinister glow.

Yan Wuji sat cross-legged on a block of bluestone, his eyes tightly shut as blood-red Inner Qi slowly circulated around him.

The Inner Qi was no longer faint; it was much more solid and violent than it had been a few days ago.

With each circulation, loose stones on the cave walls would tremble and fall.

After a long while.

Yan Wuji slowly opened his eyes. The strange, blood-red glint within them gradually receded, returning to clarity.

HAAAA—

He let out a long, foul breath. The air reeked of blood as it spread throughout the cave.

Yan Wuji stood up and stretched his limbs, his joints letting out a series of sharp CRACKS.

He clenched his fists, feeling the abundant and ferocious power within him, a savage grin slowly spreading across his face.

"My injuries... are finally, fully healed."

He spoke in a hoarse voice, filled with an irrepressible sense of glee.

For the past few days, he had been circulating his Demon Skill day and night, not hesitating to consume several precious Elixirs to completely heal his injuries.

He had now completely returned to his peak condition.

"The Seven Sects... the Qingxuan Sect... Fang Han..."

He uttered each name, and with every one, the savage grin on his face deepened.

"Everything you’ve done to me, I will repay a hundredfold."

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the cave entrance toward the distance.

"Especially you, Qingxuan Sect."

His voice was low, laced with bone-deep hatred.

"If you hadn’t stuck your noses where they don’t belong, would my Tiejiang Gang have fallen apart?"

He paused, his voice growing even colder.

"I will make your Qingxuan Sect pay for this in blood."

As his voice fell, his figure flickered and transformed into a streak of dark red light, shooting out of the cave entrance.

...

「Baixia City.」

It was one of the few cities in Qingyang County with a population exceeding one million.

The city walls were majestic, stretching for several li. People and horse-drawn carriages flowed endlessly through the city gates.

The city was lined with shops and tiered pavilions. Even in the afternoon, the streets were still bustling with people, a cacophony of noise.

The Seven Sects all had branches here.

At dusk, a figure appeared outside the city gates.

The person wore a wide-brimmed, black cloth hat with a dark veil that completely concealed their face, revealing only the line of their jaw.

Dressed in a gray robe, their figure was of average build and utterly unremarkable.

It was Yan Wuji.