Free Web NovelChapter 302: Repairing the Silver Shuttle
Fang Hao simultaneously melted the various auxiliary Materials with spatial attributes and lightweight properties he had collected, applying the liquid evenly to penetrate the hull of the silver light shuttle, enhancing its stability and stealth during flight.
The process lasted about a day and a night. When the final Formation pattern was fully repaired, the silver light shuttle gave a slight tremor. The originally dim silver light suddenly brightened, and while it was not as dazzling as in its prime, its agile aura had returned. The fine cracks and signs of wear on it had also disappeared, making the entire small boat look brand new, with silver light flowing over it, appearing quite extraordinary.
Fang Hao tried inputting a trace of spiritual power, and the silver light shuttle instantly expanded to about a zhang in length, hovering in mid-air. Its body flowed with silver light, emitting faint spatial fluctuations; its flight and stealth capabilities had clearly recovered significantly. Although the slight sluggishness in the drive core could not be completely eradicated with his current level of Artifact Refining, causing its speed to likely remain below its Peak, it was more than enough for traveling and escaping.
"Repair complete!" Fang Hao put away the silver light shuttle with satisfaction. With this, his two greatest assets—the golden puppet and the silver light shuttle—had both been repaired, greatly increasing his strength.
He removed the Restriction on the Earth Fire Chamber and returned to the quiet room. Sitting cross-legged, he meditated for several hours, fully restoring the mental energy and spiritual power he had consumed over the past few days.
Then, he took out the detailed map Jade Slip of Tiangong City and the surrounding regions provided by the Tiangong Pavilion and began to examine it carefully.
"Although Tiangong City is large, there seems to be no hope for the nascent soul pill formula." Fang Hao’s finger slid slowly across the map, his gaze sharp. During his time in Tiangong City, he had inquired both openly and covertly, even sounding out the stewards of the Tiangong Pavilion, but the answers were always the same: such a Pill Formula was the core Legacy of various Sects, ancient clans, and powerful factions, and it was never leaked. Even if there were occasional rumors, they only existed within top-tier Sects that had been passed down for tens of thousands of years with unfathomable foundations, or in some ancient and secret underground auctions. Although Tiangong City was famous for its hundred crafts, it was clearly not qualified at the level of the nascent soul forming pill.
"I must go to a bigger stage, a more central region." Fang Hao’s gaze finally landed on the far west of the map, an area labeled as the "Western Region Hinterland," a vast region with many factions. Among them, several place names were specially marked, such as "Myriad Laws Immortal City," "Heavenly Mystery Pavilion," and "Langya Blessed Land," all of which were gathering places for the top Cultivators in the Western Region, rumored to have Soul Transformation powerhouses sitting in command, and even having intricate connections with the legendary "Central Plains."
"Myriad Laws Immortal City is said to gather nearly half of the top Sects and chambers of commerce in the Western Region; the possibility of finding various rare resources, Cultivation Techniques, secret arts, and high-level Pill Formula is highest there. I’ll go there!" Fang Hao quickly made a decision. Myriad Laws Immortal City was extremely far from Tiangong City. At his current speed, driving the silver light shuttle at full power, it would likely take several months or even longer, and he would have to traverse countless dangerous areas along the way. But for the sake of forming a Nascent Soul, no matter how far the road was, he had to go.
"As for Mo Yunhe..." A cold light flashed in Fang Hao’s eyes. He had been safe within the Tiangong Pavilion these days, but he was not completely ignorant of the outside world. Through some channels of the Tiangong Pavilion and occasional outings to investigate, he could feel that the wind regarding "Elder Mo tracking lost items" in Tiangong City seemed to have gradually subsided. Perhaps the other party had given up temporarily after searching for a long time without success? Or perhaps they were wary of the rules of the Tiangong Pavilion and did not dare to make a big scene openly?
But Fang Hao did not believe for a second that a Nascent Soul Old Monster would so easily let go of a Golden Core Cultivator who had "offended" him, especially since the "void stone" seemed quite important to him. It was more likely that the other party was relaxing on the surface but tightening in secret, and might even have set up hidden sentries on certain essential routes outside the city.
"With the golden puppet and silver light shuttle repaired, my self-preservation ability has greatly increased. As long as I am not targeted by a Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator or caught in a heavy siege, it should not be difficult to escape." Fang Hao pondered, "However, it is better to be careful. When leaving, I need to change my identity and choose a less conventional route."
He carefully studied the map and planned a route that was relatively remote but could still reach the direction of Myriad Laws Immortal City. Although it might mean taking a longer route and even passing through some dangerous areas, it had the advantage of being covert, allowing him to avoid potential ambushes to the greatest extent.
"Tomorrow, I will leave Tiangong City!" Fang Hao made up his mind. There was no point in staying here, and it might only lead to complications.
He checked his condition again, placed the repaired golden puppet and silver light shuttle in the most accessible positions, and organized the items in his Storage Ring, sorting the Medicinal Pill, Talisman, and Spirit Stone he might need.
After finishing all this, he closed his eyes again and began his final meditation, adjusting his body and mind to their Peak to deal with any challenges that might come.
The next morning, Fang Hao checked out of the Heaven-grade room at the Tiangong Pavilion’s guesthouse, reverting to the appearance of a sallow-faced, rat-whiskered middle-aged Loose Cultivator, with his cultivation still suppressed at the Early Golden Core Stage. He mingled with the crowd leaving the Tiangong Pavilion and walked unhurriedly toward a city gate opposite to his planned route.
However, just as he was about to walk out of the city gate and blend into the bustling crowd outside, a subtle yet cold Divine Sense, like a venomous snake, silently swept over his body and paused slightly on him.
Fang Hao’s heart tightened, but his footsteps did not stop at all, and he continued walking with a normal expression, as if he hadn’t noticed anything. But he could feel that the owner of that Divine Sense was near the city gate, and there seemed to be more than one gaze locked onto him subtly.
"As expected... they haven’t given up." Fang Hao sneered inwardly, but quickened his pace, rapidly merging into the crowd outside the city and walking toward a seemingly lively marketplace.
Not far behind him, in the shadows of the city gate, an ordinary-looking, inconspicuous gray-robed old man slowly withdrew his gaze. His lips moved slightly as he transmitted his voice to a Cultivator nearby who appeared to be setting up a stall: "Target appeared, appearance C-3, Early Golden Core Stage aura, heading towards the East Market. Notify No. 3 and No. 7, follow him, keep your distance, and report his position at any time. Elder Mo has ordered that this person has a great treasure, he must be captured alive, or at least the Storage Ring must be retrieved!"
The stall-setting Cultivator nodded imperceptibly, and a communication talisman in his hand shattered quietly.
A silent pursuit and hunt had quietly begun outside this bustling city gate. But the hunters did not know that the prey in their eyes had long since repaired its claws and fangs and was coldly waiting to deliver a fatal counterattack.
