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Chapter 363: [362] Invincible Amongst Profound Masters

After dinner, the sky had completely darkened.

The speed of the airship formation was reduced to half of its normal state. The hulls of each airship were illuminated with bright red lights that kept flashing.

This was a necessary safety measure.

Otherwise, in the dark, if two adjacent airships were too close and accidentally collided, what would happen?

In the first-class cabin.

Cheng Han and several businessmen were chatting in the observation hall.

Earlier, he had made it clear that he was currently traveling through various small spirit realms and had no intention of working for the time being. No one tactlessly extended an invitation.

Naturally, the topic of conversation revolved around "traveling."

A chubby businessman smiled and asked, "Mr. Han, you must have visited many small spirit realms, right?"

When they were exchanging pleasantries earlier, Cheng Han introduced himself as "Han Cheng," which was his real name spelled backwards.

Cheng Han truthfully replied, "I am not that old, and I have only been to twenty-six small spirit realms. It can't be considered 'many'."

Although he had only been to the Profound Palace and had not yet visited any small spirit realms outside of Tai'an, You Ming had been to many small spirit realms.

And what You Ming had heard and seen was equivalent to what Cheng Han had heard and seen. Isn't that the same as going there himself?

The logic was flawless!

The chubby businessman showed an appropriate expression of admiration and said, "The Profound Palace governs one hundred and sixteen small spirit realms. You have already been to a quarter of them. I don't think anyone here has been to more than you."

Another businessman with graying temples asked intentionally, "Mr. Han, which small spirit realms left a deep impression on you?"

It was evident that this person didn't quite believe that Cheng Han had been to so many small spirit realms, hence the deliberate question.

Cheng Han thought for a moment and began to talk eloquently, "Not long ago, I visited the 'Blue Copper Small Spirit Realm.' The most famous feature there is the 'Blue Copper Lake,' which covers an area of over three hundred square kilometers."

"The bottom of this lake is entirely made of blue copper ore, to the extent that the water in the lake has been dyed blue. About eighty percent of the copper coins in circulation in various small spirit realms come from this small spirit realm."

The chubby businessman played the role of a sidekick and immediately agreed, "I visited the Blue Copper Small Spirit Realm six years ago, and the Blue Copper Lake is indeed very beautiful."

Cheng Han continued, "The 'Nine Peaks Small Spirit Realm' is famous for its nine towering peaks, each of which is over two thousand meters high. Apart from that, there are no peaks over five hundred meters in height."

"The most interesting thing is that the first character of each of the nine peaks' names is a number, ranging from one to nine. It is truly impressive."

"I didn't stay there for long, but I climbed two of the peaks. From the 'Two Rivers Peak,' you can see two rivers, and the 'Four Springs Peak' has four mountain springs."

"The 'Anliang Small Spirit Realm' is known for its various stone towers, which are almost everywhere. The locals call these stone towers 'Resting Towers'..."

Cheng Han listed six small spirit realms in one breath, not only detailing the most famous scenery of these small spirit realms but also introducing many cultural customs.

The businessman with graying temples laughed dryly, "Mr. Han is indeed knowledgeable, truly admirable!"

The group of businessmen nodded repeatedly, with no more doubts in their hearts.

Anyone with common sense would understand that if one hadn't been to the aforementioned small spirit realms, it would be impossible to be so familiar with various details.

Cheng Han glanced out the window and said, "We were just talking about the Nine Peaks Small Spirit Realm. I estimate that the airship formation is about to reach the docking station for the Nine Peaks."

Another businessman said admiringly, "Mr. Han's insight is truly remarkable! I just asked the steward, and I found out that the 'Nine Peaks Station' is just over ten kilometers ahead."

Cheng Han smiled slightly and explained, "I have taken several long-distance airship flights before, so I have a slight impression of the stops along the way."

This was not a lie.

Indeed, You Ming had played the role of a traveler and had taken airship flights more than once or twice.

At the same time.

Cheng Han quietly gave a command in his heart, "Everyone, begin the hunting operation!"

"Buzz!"

The sound of strings vibrating arose.

Responses followed one after another.

"Understood!"

"Roger!"

The reason Cheng Han deliberately appeared in the observation hall and chatted with these businessmen was to create an alibi of "not being present."

Hehe!

I'm just quietly traveling on the airship, not doing anything!

Besides,

This is something brought about by the underworld, what does it have to do with me and a copper coin?

*

Inside the single-person cabin.

On a narrow small table, there is a dark seed placed.

"Snap!"

The seed suddenly bursts open.

Several black vines silently shoot out.

One vine extends and opens a suitcase.

Another vine quickly follows, joining forces with the first vine, and rapidly unfolds a folding easel, placing a new piece of white paper on it.

There are a few slightly thinner vines that flexibly wrap around several pencils, swiftly dancing on the paper.

"Shh! Shh!"

Accompanied by the sound of intense friction, a painting gradually takes shape.

It is unexpectedly a cityscape.

On the canvas.

Over a dozen tall stone towers, each one exceeding twenty meters, are depicted most clearly.

The majority of other objects, such as houses, roads, trees, etc., are drawn quite simply, only outlining a rough shape.

Many small black dots are slowly moving on the canvas.

Without a doubt.

This is a painting of the secret realm.

*

Anliang Small Spirit Realm.

This small spirit realm has a total of four cities, located in the four directions of Lingye. The naming method is quite straightforward and rough, namely An Dong, An Nan, An Xi, and An Bei.

Under the cover of night.

The city of An Xi is already a scene of bustling activity.

On top of a stone tower located in the south of the city, also known as the "Resting Tower," a man in black stands quietly.

On each level of the stone tower, there are many stone walls in the corridors, carved with patterns resembling spirit leaves, and each spirit leaf is engraved with a name.

These are the names of the deceased.

And the meaning of "rest" in the "Resting Tower" is to pray that the deceased can find eternal rest under the protection of the spirit leaves.

At this moment.

The man in black overlooks a certain area of lights and suddenly says softly, "The master said that in transcendent battles, the distance between combatants is the most crucial core element."

Several voices of agreement immediately come through the soul link.

"That's right! Even if one's combat power is strong and their arcane power is powerful, if they can't reach their opponent at all, it's useless."

"The maximum attack distance of a high-level arcaneist is no more than five hundred meters, while a high-level arcanist can reach up to two kilometers, so arcanists can easily overpower arcaneists."

"Although our strength is not on par with arcanists, in this hunting operation, we stand firmly undefeated."

"The master has the secret realm map, which can help us lock onto targets remotely. Even if they are ten kilometers away, we can still launch attacks on the enemy."

Every strand of connection captured by the secret realm map is "bound" by the transcendent imprint of the target, naturally serving as an excellent guide.

And this is the true usage of the spirit map!

Of course.

The prerequisite for doing this is to master the technique of long-range attacks.

And the underworld happens to have it.

That is—the God Gloomy Annihilation Spirit Spear.

Moreover, this powerful divine technique derived from the secret realm arcane imprint also has a crucial characteristic—it never misses!

"Whoosh!"

A gust of evening wind sweeps by.

Blowing the man in black's clothes fluttering.

His gaze locks onto a residential building eight kilometers away, and he smiles, "Among the ranks of arcanists, we are invincible!"

(End of this chapter)