Chapter 392 - 173: "I am Chen Fan, from the Jiangbei Mortal Realm.

Chapter 392: Chapter 173: "I am Chen Fan, from the Jiangbei Mortal Realm.

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The Saint Master of the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land remained silent and expressionless for a long, long time.

The Grand Elder took the opportunity to change the subject, asking with a hint of confusion.

"Saint Master."

"Do you know who that person was, exactly? How could a mere trace of their aura suppress the Undersea Ghost Tide at the Jiangbei Sea Bottom for nearly 200 years? If I recall correctly, that person has been gone for almost 200 years, right?"

The Undersea Ghost Tide was on a completely different level from the Ghost Tides on land.

In terms of scale alone, the difference was like night and day.

For an overwhelming Ghost Tide to be suppressed at the bottom of the sea for nearly 200 years by a single wisp of a forgotten aura... that person’s power was simply too terrifying.

"I’m not entirely sure."

The Saint Master of the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land shook his head, frowning slightly. "Even my exclusive information channels can’t find anything about that person. But one thing is certain: even within the Eternal Night Hall, they seem to be one of a kind. There’s no one else like them."

"Otherwise, if the Eternal Night Hall had a few more individuals like that, would they still be on the defensive? They would have launched a counterattack long ago."

"That’s true."

The Grand Elder nodded thoughtfully. ’I wonder what level of Cultivation could grant such terrifying abilities.’ But he quickly realized something else. "In that case, I think you’re even more amazing, Saint Master. You actually dared to scheme for the Snow Lotus that person left behind."

"Unclaimed items belong to those fated to find them."

"Aren’t you afraid they’ll come back and kill you?"

"Why should I be? It was clearly something they didn’t want. Since I took it, why would they kill me for it? Besides, if they really do come back, I’ll just apologize."

"What if apologizing doesn’t work?"

"Then I’ll die. What else can I do?"

The Saint Master shot the Grand Elder an exasperated look. "Everyone dies. Do you think you’re immortal? If you live your life seeking absolute safety, you’ll never accomplish anything. There’s no such thing as ’absolutely safe’ in this world."

"Enough."

"I’m going to get some sleep. Wake me if something comes up."

...

「The first day after the rainy season began.」

After waking up early, Chen Fan went to the City Wall of Cave No. 1. He gave a long, lazy stretch before casually tossing a handful of dried grass onto the cleared patch of land outside.

The phantom of a Ghost Fire building, formed from white lines, suddenly appeared and rapidly solidified.

The moment it solidified, Mortal Realm Members who were already waiting nearby quickly moved it onto the adjacent Mortal Realm High-speed Rail.

One Ghost Fire structure after another took shape.

Soon, a High-speed Rail train was filled. With the sound of a horn, it began to slowly accelerate, speeding along the tracks toward the Port. This train would eventually reach the New Continent via the Undersea Tunnel.

There, members of the Mortal Realm Commerce Pavilion on the New Continent would follow the points marked by the Logistics Pavilion and place each Ghost Fire at its designated location.

Unlit Ghost Fires could be moved freely.

This was his New Continent "Sparks Set the World Ablaze" project, which would consume 3.39 billion Ghost Stones.

It would take a full year before the results of this project would even begin to show.

For this project, when the rainy season arrived, many veteran members of the Logistics Pavilion had been temporarily reassigned to the New Continent to survey the locations.

「About four hours later, it was noon.」

Chen Fan stopped creating Ghost Fires. Instead, he sat in his rocking chair, smiling as he gazed at a plate of plump dumplings on the table.

’Nice.’

He loved eating dumplings.

Especially during the rainy season, when the temperature dropped.

He picked up a dumpling, dipped it in vinegar, and popped it into his mouth. Savoring the moment the aroma and juices exploded on his tongue, he gazed out contentedly toward the Jiangbei Defense Line, which covered a vast area beyond the canyon pass.

’Delicious.’

’They say a man can’t resist two things: a good plate of dumplings and his sister-in-law.’

And he, for one, couldn’t resist dumplings.

’If I were a Ghost Object,’ he thought, ’and an enemy used a plate of dumplings to bait me, I’d definitely fall for it. Who could possibly refuse a plate of freshly cooked, steaming dumplings?’

In the distance, he could faintly see many Mortal Realm Members bustling about. They were moving the Ghost Corpses from outside the Jiangbei Defense Line—remains from the previous night—into the Mortal Realm. After being dissected, the materials would be placed in storage.

The entire process was already well-established.

There was no need for him to intervene.

He no longer needed to personally direct every little task like he had during the first rainy season. The Mortal Realm had gradually matured, and people now took care of many minor details he hadn’t even thought of.

For example...

The Mortal Realm’s cafeteria.

It could accommodate over ten thousand people eating at the same time, though there were rarely that many eating at once. He didn’t even know when this Mortal Realm cafeteria had been completed; he only remembered Wang Kui coming to him to request permission to build one.

It had been built by hired workers. Although it had no special effects, it looked truly magnificent.

As for the Guandong Plain.

The Mortal Realm High-speed Rail had ceased operations for the rainy season. Several sections of Copper Pipe in regions like the Guandong Plain and Jiangnan had been destroyed by Ghost Objects, preventing the trains from running. He would have to wait until after the rainy season to repair them before service could resume.

For now, they couldn’t transport Ghost Corpses to him.

He’d have to wait until the end of the rainy season for the deliveries.

’But that’s fine too.’

’It means I’ll get a huge batch all at once.’

Chen Fan’s brow furrowed slightly as he pondered how to reinforce the Copper Pipes. ’It’s so annoying that Ghost Objects destroy my Copper Pipes every rainy season,’ he thought. ’I can’t just build a City Wall along both sides of the tracks, can I? The cost would be far too high.’

Right now, there weren’t too many Mortal Realm High-speed Rail lines.

He could still manage the repairs.

But if the Mortal Realm High-speed Rail expanded to more regions in the future, how would he manage all the repairs? He could work himself to death and still not be able to keep up.