Chapter 394 - 173: "I am Chen Fan, from the Jiangbei Mortal Realm.

Chapter 394: Chapter 173: "I am Chen Fan, from the Jiangbei Mortal Realm.

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Lame Monkey stood to the side with a solemn expression, his eyes constantly scanning the room. As the general coordinator, he was responsible for all affairs on the New Continent. Naturally, this meant he was also in complete charge of the "Sparks Set the World Ablaze" plan.

The rainy season was ending.

Over the past month, he had watched with his own eyes as the massive Sand Table before him, once dim and colorless, was lit up bit by bit. A vast area was now illuminated.

It was the light of ignited Ghost Fire.

He couldn’t describe the feeling.

Perhaps it was just wishful thinking, but it felt as if the Mortal Realm was launching a counterattack, beginning a full-scale expulsion of the Ghost Objects—even though there wasn’t a single one on the New Continent.

But he believed that sooner or later, this scene would play out on the Eternal Night Continent.

When that scene played out on the Eternal Night Continent, it would be their moment of victory. He didn’t know when that day would come, but he was certain it would, sooner or later.

As a result, the Mortal Realm’s reserves of Ghost Stones were steadily dwindling.

He didn’t actually know what the ultimate payoff for covering the entire New Continent with Ghost Fire would be. He only knew that since the Young Master had entrusted this task to him, he could not afford to make a single mistake.

...

An army marches on its stomach.

Logistics had always been crucial, especially with the supply lines stretched so far. Fortunately, the Mortal Realm had its Logistics Pavilion Master.

The Logistics Pavilion Master, Xiaoyu.

The Hundred Valleys Pavilion Master, Qi Chong.

These two Pavilion Masters were now stationed on the New Continent, directing operations up close. A continuous stream of supplies was transported by numerous Flying Ships to logistics stations deep within the New Continent’s interior.

From those stations, the supplies were then transported to the front.

They couldn’t possibly deliver supplies directly from New Continent Base One to the very front lines; that would take far too much time.

The New Continent was anything but small.

And so...

Logistics stations were established at set intervals across the New Continent, each one responsible for ensuring supplies for all Mortal Realm Members in its area.

"This is actually pretty good."

Standing on the City Wall of New Continent Base One, Xiaoyu gazed at the bustling crowds outside and said softly, "Although I also don’t know what the Domain Lord means by the ’ultimate payoff,’ this has been excellent training."

"The intense pressure has seasoned many of the rookies who just joined the Logistics Pavilion. They’re getting more and more familiar with the Mortal Realm’s procedures. We’ve managed to train a lot of new talent."

"This way, if the Mortal Realm ever needs to mobilize Logistics Pavilion members on such a massive scale on the Eternal Night Continent, we won’t be thrown into chaos. We’ll be able to handle it."

"True."

Qi Chong, who was also standing nearby, added with a click of his tongue, "It’s been great training for the Hundred Valleys Pavilion, too."

But he soon couldn’t help but laugh.

"Xiaoyu, you’ve become so much more composed lately, in both word and deed."

"I have to be."

Xiaoyu shook his head with a sigh. "The Logistics Pavilion has the most members in the entire Mortal Realm. With so many people to coordinate and manage... it’s not composure. I’m just too tired to even smile."

"If you’re tired, you can just retire."

"Oh, shut up."

"Xiaoyu, you’ve really changed. Cursing now, are we...?"

"Look who’s talking. You never used to have this pompous official air about you."

"Ahem."

Qi Chong gave a light cough, bringing his right hand out from behind his back and placing his teacup on a nearby battlement. "When we’re representing our people, we can’t be as timid as we used to be. It would reflect poorly on the Mortal Realm’s image."

"Anyway, I can’t chat any longer."

"I have to get back to work."

With that, Qi Chong picked up his teacup and turned to leave, muttering as he went, "Looks like I’ll have to lower the meal budget for the Logistics Pavilion..."

...

The corner of Xiaoyu’s mouth twitched. He turned toward Qi Chong’s retreating back and called out, "Pavilion Master Qi, I was wrong!"

"What was that?"

Qi Chong turned back to Xiaoyu, feigning surprise.

"I said I was wrong! I shouldn’t have snapped at you."

"It’s fine, it’s fine."

Qi Chong laughed and waved his hand magnanimously. "Don’t worry about it. We’re old brothers who survived the rainy seasons together. Why would I get worked up over a little thing like that?"

"So, the meal budget..."

"What meal budget? The budget is set in stone. How could I dare change it on a whim? I’m off."

With that, Qi Chong once again clasped one hand behind his back and departed with a cheerful chuckle.

Xiaoyu couldn’t help but laugh as Qi Chong’s figure disappeared from sight. He turned back to his post on the City Wall, gazing out at the bustling Mortal Realm Members below.

’This is nice. If only time could freeze in this moment. We’re busy, but there’s no danger. I’m a little afraid of the coming Ghost Tide. I really don’t want to see people I know die when it arrives.’

...

The rainy season was drawing to a close.

「Guandong Plain.」

Every member on the No. 7 Defense Line wore a conflicted expression, caught somewhere between excitement and unease.

Thanks to the reinforcements, not a single section of the No. 7 Defense Line had fallen, and now the rainy season was almost over.

They were desperate to celebrate, but they couldn’t, not until the rainy season was truly finished. And it wouldn’t be officially over until after tonight. This was the reason for their strained, conflicted expressions.

"Everyone, stay sharp!"

As the sky gradually darkened, Elder Qi seemed far more composed than his troops. A faint smile touched his eyes as he looked out at the core members of the No. 7 Defense Line gathered before him.

"If all goes well, tonight will be the last night of the rainy season. Even if it drags on, it would only be for another two or three days at most—not much longer."

"Even if the rainy season doesn’t end tonight, there are only two or three nights left."

"Tonight, I want everyone on maximum alert."

"As long as we get through this rainy season, we’ll have another year to rest and recover."

"Yes, sir!"

The core members below replied in unison before dispersing, spreading out along the 97-kilometer-long No. 7 Defense Line and returning to their respective sectors.