Chapter 309 - 242: News of the New Sky Mist Area
Celestial Craft Group, No. 3 Research Institute.
Morning light streamed through the enormous, curved floor-to-ceiling windows, coating the chief consultant’s top-floor office in a pale golden hue.
Han Feng leaned back in a large executive chair, his eyes shut tight as his fingers tapped a steady rhythm on the smooth desktop.
Overnight, he had not only slain a Grandmaster but had also taken charge of the entire "Shadow" project.
Because of this, his terminal had been buzzing with calls nonstop since morning—all of them from people offering congratulations or trying to curry favor, and it was starting to get on his nerves.
Just then, the terminal lit up again, indicating an incoming call.
Han Feng didn’t even bother to open his eyes. He just swiped to open a light screen, and Lei Qianjun’s signature booming voice exploded from a voice message.
"Brother Han! You’re the man! I was bragging to my buddies at the barbecue stand yesterday, telling them we were practically blood brothers in the Secret Realm!
They didn’t believe me! Now they’re all on their knees calling me Brother Lei!
Brother Han, when are you free? I’ll treat you to some skewers!"
The corner of Han Feng’s mouth twitched.
’What an oaf.’
After a brief chat, he hung up.
Immediately after, a call request came in from Zhang Hao.
Han Feng accepted the call. The serious face of the Sharp Sword Society’s captain appeared on the light screen, with the society’s hangar in the background. Wang Meng’s big head squeezed into the frame from the side.
"Mad Dog, you crazy bastard! To think you wouldn’t even tell us!
Killing a Grandmaster while you’re in the Meridian Passage Realm! What’s next, are you going to poke a hole in the sky?!"
Wang Meng was half-cursing, half-ranting, but his face was filled with wild joy and vicarious pride.
Zhang Hao’s expression was far more complex, a mix of shock and worry.
"Han Feng, I’m glad to see you’re not hurt.
But you’ve made a huge stir this time. You need to be careful when you go out from now on.
The Sun Family is finished, but there’s no guarantee some mad dog won’t come out of the woodwork."
"Thank you for the warning, Captain. I’ll be careful."
Han Feng’s voice was steady.
"By the way,"
Zhang Hao changed the subject, his eyes burning with intensity. "Lately, the military and the Mercenary Guild have been posting a ton of high-paying missions to clear out the new Demon Beast resource points that have popped up outside the city.
Wang Meng and I are planning to team up and take on a few jobs. If you’re willing to lead the team, we could definitely sweep through those Tier Two Demon Beast zones!"
This was no longer an invitation; it was practically a plea.
Having an expert who could slay a Grandmaster lead the team wasn’t an adventure; it was a curb-stomp battle.
"I can’t."
Han Feng opened his eyes, his gaze clear. "My project here just started. I can’t get away."
All his energy now had to be poured into the steel behemoth before him.
That was the foundation of his survival and security.
"All right, then. You take care of yourself."
Zhang Hao sounded slightly regretful, but he didn’t dare insist.
After he hung up, the office’s internal line rang. It was his new assistant, Zhou Ming, his voice a little nervous.
"Consultant, people from the Lu Family and Su Family are here to see you. They say it’s an urgent matter."
’They’re here.’
"Let them in."
A moment later, Lu Yunxiao and Su Yunxi walked into the office, led by Zhou Ming.
Lu Yunxiao walked in front. The arrogant young man who once had to rely on a Talent Potion just to put on a show in the Suspended Mountain Secret Realm now looked as docile as a first-grader.
He was carrying two dark red metal cases, each stamped with the insignia of the Lu Family’s core Potion laboratory.
Su Yunxi followed behind him, still dressed in an elegant white dress, holding an exquisite Jade Box. She wore a perfectly measured smile.
"Senior Han, forgive us for the intrusion."
The moment he entered, Lu Yunxiao bowed deeply, his posture extremely deferential.
"We heard that you had a vicious battle with that Evil Cult fiend last night to protect the city’s peace. Yunxi and I brought some of our families’ treasured Healing Medicine to check on you."
With that, he placed the cases on the coffee table and opened them with a CLICK.
A frosty mist spilled out.
Inside were ten pale-gold syringes, neatly arranged in a row.
"This is the Lu Family’s No. 1 Life Source Liquid. As long as there’s a single breath left, one injection can keep you alive. It’s also miraculously effective for repairing meridian damage."
Not to be outdone, Su Yunxi gently set down the Jade Box.
"Senior Han, this is a Dragon Blood Ginseng from the Su Family, harvested from the Deep Sea Dragon Abyss. It’s over three hundred years old. Whether stewed in a soup or refined directly, it can significantly replenish depleted Qi Blood."
Han Feng glanced at the items on the table.
Together, these two items had a market value well over one million Contribution Points, and they were the kind of treasures money couldn’t always buy.
"Nice stuff." Han Feng remained seated on the sofa, showing no intention of getting up. "You’re too kind."
A wide grin immediately spread across Lu Yunxiao’s face. "I’m glad you like it, Senior!
If you ever need any Potions in the future, just tell me directly. The Lu Family’s warehouse will open its doors for you, even in the middle of the night!"
Su Yunxi added in a soft voice, "The same goes for the Su Family. My grandfather specifically instructed that from now on, Senior Han’s business is the Su Family’s business."
Han Feng looked at these two once-arrogant chosen ones and couldn’t help but laugh to himself.
’This is the dividend that comes with power.’
’You don’t need to scheme or suck up to anyone.’
’As long as your fists are hard enough—hard enough to cut off a Grandmaster’s head and hang it on the city gates—people like them will naturally adopt their most humble posture before you.’
’If he, Han Feng, had been the one to die yesterday, these two families probably wouldn’t have even bothered to glance at the corpse hanging on the city wall today.’
"Alright, I’ll accept these things."
Han Feng stood up, a clear signal that it was time for them to leave.
"I have a project to get back to, so I won’t keep you for tea. Please thank Patriarch Lu and Elder Su for me."
Lu Yunxiao and Su Yunxi exchanged a look, and both saw a flicker of relief in the other’s eyes.
The truth was, they were also terrified.
They were afraid that Han Feng was a temperamental madman who would embarrass them on the spot.
Since he had accepted their gifts, it meant their relationship had eased. At the very least, they wouldn’t be targeted by this monster.
"Then we won’t disturb your rest, Senior!"
"Take care of yourself, Senior. We’ll be going now."
The two fled the office as if escaping, their retreating figures reeking of the relief of having survived a disaster.
After seeing them off, Han Feng looked at the two cases of top-tier Potions on the table, his expression completely unfazed.
He had just stored the Potions in his Void Stone when a familiar holographic projection materialized directly in front of him, bypassing even a call request.
It was Vice President Chen Beixuan.
"Kid, you’re not dead, are you?" The Vice President’s voice was full of vigor, and he couldn’t hide the smile on his face.
"Thanks to you, I’m still breathing."
Han Feng made a rare joke.
"Cut the crap."
Chen Beixuan snorted. "You did a good job this time. With one sword strike, you slapped some sense into all those fence-sitters."
"Just now, three more councilor factions expressed their willingness to provide additional funding for the ’Shadow’ project.
The Su and Lu Families even went so far as to say they will fully support you with whatever you need."
"I’ve already had the secretariat send you a list of resources these families can provide.
From now on, if you need anything, you don’t have to go through the council’s procedures. Just contact Lu Yunxiao and Su Yunxi directly.
Those little brats are treating you like a god right now."
"Thank you, Vice President." A warmth spread through Han Feng’s chest. The old man truly treated him as one of his own.
"What are you thanking me for? You earned this with your own blade." Chen Beixuan paused, his expression turning serious.
"There’s one more thing. You need to be prepared."
Han Feng’s gaze sharpened instantly.
"Last night, a large-scale spatial fusion phenomenon was detected in the sea 1,300 kilometers east of East Sea City, with a range of over 500 kilometers.
According to the Science Academy’s preliminary model projections, a new, stable Sky Mist Area will form there within three to four months."
’A New Sky Mist Area?’
Han Feng’s spirits lifted. From what he knew, a Sky Mist Area was a special overlapping space formed when an Alternate Space merged with their world.
They were called Sky Mist Areas because they were perpetually shrouded in mist, which also contained unstable spatial passages.
Currently, most of the world’s Spiritual Material resources came from Sky Mist Areas of various sizes.
The implications of a large Sky Mist Area about to form were self-evident.
It meant countless resources, but it also represented the start of a new war for them—a conflict just like the battles for oil and gold mines in his previous life, only even more intense.
"Vice President, you mean...?"
"A newborn Sky Mist Area is like a freshly baked cake. Whoever takes the first bite gets the richest piece."
"Moreover, the laws within such a nascent fusion space are extremely unstable.
If an expert at or above the level of a Tier Four Grandmaster enters, their powerful Life Magnet Field will immediately trigger a spatial storm, and they have a very high chance of being swept into the turbulent flow of time and space."
"Therefore, in the period before it completely stabilizes, it will be a paradise for Low Tier Martial Artists.
The resources are abundant, and there’s no threat from High Tier Demon Beasts."
Chen Beixuan’s voice was laced with unconcealed temptation.
"If you can get the ’Ghost’ fighter jet finished before then...
...you’ll be able to pilot that thing and ’leapfrog’ around the new area.
You could use the jet’s high mobility, combined with rapid deployment and retrieval via a Wingsuit, to perform precision harvesting in high-value zones."
"For you, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
The Cultivation after the Enlightenment Realm requires an enormous amount of resources. Relying on the council’s subsidies alone is far from enough."
Han Feng’s heart began to beat uncontrollably faster.
He had just been worrying about how to accumulate resources quickly, and now an opportunity had landed right on his doorstep.
Piloting a "Flying Sword" he had built with his own hands, soaring freely through a brand-new, untouched Treasure Land... the mere thought of it made his blood boil with excitement.
"I understand," Han Feng said in a low voice. "I’ll push the project forward as quickly as possible."
"Good. You handle it. Remember, don’t push yourself too hard. Safety first."
With that final piece of advice, Chen Beixuan ended the call.
Han Feng walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the enormous black skeleton in the hangar below. His gaze seemed to pierce through the alloy shell, seeing the boundless potential hidden within.
The New Sky Mist Area, a massive treasure trove, was opening its gates to him.
But to claim the treasures inside, he needed a key sharp enough to unlock it.
The "Ghost" fighter jet project had to be accelerated!
He took the broken "Broken Star" Short Sword from his Void Stone. The blade was covered in a dense network of cracks.
This Tier Four Soul Soldier would be his greatest asset in ground combat. It had to be repaired as soon as possible.
And the "Escapee Type I" Spiritual Energy Armor he had designed in his mind also needed to be put on the schedule.
If he wanted to be the first to "eat the crab" in the new area, he had to be fully prepared.
Suddenly, time had become incredibly tight.
Han Feng immediately stood up and headed for the workshop.