Free Web NovelChapter 222: Chapter 197: Stocking Up! Lone Hunter in the Gray Mist
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A silvery light seemed to flash through Han Feng’s pupils.
Through his Perception, it felt as if the bullet were an extension of his own body.
’Veer left three degrees... avoid that piece of granite.’
’Accelerate... punch through that layer of sludge.’
’Adjust right fifteen degrees...’
Deep underground.
The bullet, wrapped in Sword Essence, moved like an agile fish, weaving frantically through the complex rock strata and forcing a bizarre, zigzagging path.
The sleeping Drilling Armored Dragon seemed to sense something was amiss. fгeewebnovёl.com
As a Tier Two Peak Demon Beast, it had an instinct for danger.
It snapped its dull yellow eyes open, about to curl its body into a completely defensive posture.
But it was too late.
SHUNK!
Like the kiss of death, the bullet drilled into the creature’s slightly open lower jaw with unerring precision before exploding in an instant.
BOOM—!
The ground shook violently.
The muffled sound of an explosion rose from deep underground, like a low clap of thunder detonating right underfoot.
Then, a plume of smoke and dust, laced with the stench of blood, spewed out from the fissure.
"Got it."
Han Feng blew away the imaginary smoke from the muzzle of his pistol and slid it back into its holster.
A one-shot kill.
No earth-shattering battle, no perilous, drawn-out struggle.
It was just that simple and unadorned.
"Ah, the beauty of the technical approach."
Han Feng remarked to himself. Then, with a flicker of movement, he leaped down into the fissure, now widened by the explosion.
Although the dust hadn’t yet settled, for someone with Divine Sense like him, it was no different from broad daylight.
Twenty meters down.
A massive underground cavern opened up before him.
The Drilling Armored Dragon, which was over six meters long, was now just a corpse.
The Sword Qi had churned the inside of its head into a pulpy mess. It couldn’t be any deader.
Wasting no time, Han Feng proficiently used his Short Sword to cut open the Demon Beast’s head and extract an ocher-colored Demon Core.
A Tier Two Peak, Earth Element Demon Core. Market price: at least eight hundred Spirit Coins.
"A good start."
Han Feng casually tossed the Demon Core into the space within his Void Stone, then turned his gaze to the cavern walls.
This was the main course.
The surrounding walls were studded with a dense matrix of crystalline ores.
Some were a deep, iron-gray—Profound Iron Ore.
Others glittered with motes of starlight—Star Sand.
And a few pieces gave off a gentle, warm glow—they were accompanying Spirit Crystal Stones!
"Jackpot!"
Han Feng’s eyes instantly turned into the shape of Spirit Coins.
’This isn’t mining, it’s just like picking up free money!’
An ordinary Martial Artist, even if they discovered this place, would be limited by how much they could carry. At most, they could haul out a hundred pounds or so at a time.
But he was different.
"Take!"
Han Feng walked up to a millstone-sized chunk of Profound Iron Ore and waved his hand.
WHOOSH.
The ore, weighing several hundred pounds, vanished in an instant.
"Take! Take! Take!"
Han Feng was like a fox in a henhouse, frantically sweeping up everything of value in sight.
The five cubic meters of space in his Void Stone seemed tailor-made for this very moment.
He didn’t need to swing a pickaxe like a common laborer. His Divine Sense acted like a pair of enormous, invisible hands, stripping the ore directly from the rock walls and stuffing it into the storage space.
The thrill of "stocking up" was simply intoxicating.
[Ding! The Innate Sword Body has absorbed a trace amount of Gold Essence Qi. Root Bone tempering progress +1.]
[Ding! The Innate Sword Body has absorbed a trace amount of Star Power. Root Bone tempering progress +1.]
The system’s prompts chimed in occasionally.
The moment the ores came into contact with Han Feng, a portion of the pure Energy they contained would escape, only to be automatically absorbed by his voracious Sword Bone.
Although each piece provided very little progress, the sheer volume more than made up for it.
In less than ten minutes.
Han Feng had stripped the outer area of the cavern completely bare.
The once dazzling, ore-studded walls were now barren—cleaner than if a dog had licked them.
’The Void Stone is almost full.’
Han Feng checked the contents of his storage space and sighed with a touch of regret.
Five cubic meters might sound like a lot, but it really couldn’t hold that much solid ore.
’Looks like I’ll have to be selective and only take the most valuable stuff.’
Han Feng decided to head deeper into the cavern.
Usually, the core of a Spirit Ore deposit like this would produce high-quality rare metals. That was the real prize.
The deeper he went, the fainter the smell of sulfur became, replaced by an unnerving chill.
Han Feng slowed his pace.
He kept his Divine Sense extended to its absolute limit.
Just as he rounded a bend and was about to enter the core mining area, the edge of his Divine Sense brushed against an exceedingly bizarre fluctuation.
"Hm?"
Han Feng froze, pressing himself flat against the rock wall and holding his breath.
’That’s not the aura of a Demon Beast.’
’And not a Spirit Body.’
’It was a rhythmic pulse of Energy—one that was unnervingly regular, chillingly cold, and even had a trace of... a mechanical feel.’
HUM... HUM... HUM...
It was like a beating heart.
Han Feng cautiously peeked his head out.
In the deepest part of the mine, there was no mountain of Top Grade Spirit Stones as he had imagined.
Instead, on a naturally flat patch of rock, a dark red Rune had been inscribed.
The Rune was only about the size of a palm, yet it gave off an eerie red glow.
It was not elegant and flowing like the Ancient Cultivation Runes from Ling Weizi’s legacy, nor did it have the clear, distinct structure of the common Gaia Runes found on the market.
Its lines were grotesquely twisted, as if forcibly stitched together from the blood vessels of some living creature.
And what’s more, it was "alive."
