Chapter 45

After the spirit-gathering array's required magical instruments were completed, Chen Fan moved to the No. 1 villa at the top of Cloudy Mist Mountain.

Previously, although Chen Fan had been there, he had only wandered around the outskirts. This was the first time he truly entered the villa. The villa was extravagantly decorated, with many pieces of furniture imported from abroad, and even a refrigerator cost tens of thousands of yuan. Chen Fan only glanced around briefly before focusing his attention on setting up the array.

He placed five spirit-gathering jade discs in the villa's corners according to their positions.

Then he walked to the center of the hall, formed the hand seals, connected the five magical instruments, and stomped his foot hard.

"Chi!"

Five beams of emerald light shot out from the villa's corners, each three zhang high, spraying into the air like fountains, spreading out in an umbrella shape, and the five green light umbrellas perfectly covered the entire villa, which was over a thousand square meters.

Chen Fan closed his eyes and felt the power of the spirit-gathering array.

Although the air conditioning was not on, the temperature in the villa suddenly dropped. As the spiritual energy gathered, a faint white mist seemed to rise in the air. Chen Fan felt that boundless spiritual energy was being attracted and then absorbed into the villa without any leakage.

"Indeed, a large spirit-gathering array is impressive. The density of spiritual energy is at least thirty percent higher than when I cultivate with jade marrow magical instruments."

He opened his eyes, amazed.

The effect was far better than he had expected. It seemed that not only was the array effective, but the density of spiritual energy at the top of Cloudy Mist Mountain was also much higher than on the plains.

"If the entire Cloud Mountain array is constructed and can draw the spiritual energy from Yan Gui Lake, wouldn't this place become a true spiritual land?"

Thinking of this, even Chen Fan's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

Not every place could be called a 'spiritual land.' To qualify as a spiritual land, the basic standard was 'spiritual energy mistification.'

Due to the high density of spiritual energy in the air, it could form a misty white fog. The next level was 'spiritual energy liquefaction,' where spiritual liquid could fall from the air. If ordinary people consumed this spiritual liquid, it could extend their lifespan, and for cultivators, its effect was no less than that of spirit stones, and the spiritual energy within was more balanced and harmonious.

The highest level was 'spiritual energy crystallization,' which could form spirit stones. Every spiritual land capable of producing spirit stones would be occupied by major cultivation sects. After all, spirit stones were not only used for cultivation but also had many other uses.

Of course, these were just ordinary levels of spiritual lands. For cultivation holy sites like the True Martial Immortal Sect, they drew spiritual energy from the immortal realm, which was far superior to spiritual energy crystallization.

Given the current density of spiritual energy on Earth, achieving spiritual energy mistification was already a cause for celebration. As for spiritual energy liquefaction and crystallization, they were not even worth thinking about.

He sat cross-legged in the villa to cultivate for a while, feeling an unprecedented speed of cultivation, and then got up to shut down the array.

The spirit-gathering jade discs were not made of jade marrow but ordinary jade, and could not be used for long. Like the Eight Trigram Disc, the more they were used, the more they would become overburdened.

After leaving the villa, Chen Fan walked down the mountain road.

It was already evening, and many wealthy families living nearby or at the foot of the mountain were out for a walk after dinner. Seeing Chen Fan coming down the mountain, they were quite surprised. Was he staying in that mysterious No. 1 villa at the top of the mountain?

As he was walking, a voice suddenly came.

"Chen Fan?"

Chen Fan turned around and saw the Jiang family of three looking at him in surprise.

"What are you doing here?"

As she spoke, Jiang Churan glanced behind Chen Fan.

This road led straight to the top of the mountain, which was the entrance to the No. 1 villa. Usually, people would stop here, enjoying the sunrise and sunset on nearby platforms or pavilions, and rarely go further up, as it was considered private property.

"Hello, Aunt Tang, Uncle Jiang, Ranran," Chen Fan smiled and greeted them.

Aunt Tang hadn't urged him to come to their house for dinner these past few days, seemingly aware of the conflict between him and Jiang Churan and Jiang Haishan, but she still called him from time to time to show her concern. Chen Fan was a person who valued old relationships and was always grateful.

Then he answered, "I live there."

"You live in the No. 1 villa?" Jiang Churan was stunned, finding it hard to believe.

"Yes," Chen Fan nodded.

Beside him, Jiang Haishan, who had been impatient, laughed.

"The No. 1 villa was given to Chairman Wei of Fangsheng International by Mr. Shen Ronghua, the richest man in Chuzhou, after it was built."

As he spoke, he looked at Chen Fan with disdain.

"You're not saying you're Chairman Wei, are you?"

"He has already given this villa to me," Chen Fan frowned and said calmly.

After saying that, he ignored Jiang Haishan and turned to Aunt Tang.

"Aunt Tang, thank you for your help these past few days. I was thinking of inviting you to my place. You've always wanted to see the sea of clouds and the sunrise, haven't you?"

Faced with Chen Fan's straightforward gaze, Aunt Tang was conflicted.

Rationality told her that Chen Fan was just boasting. What qualifications did a 16-17-year-old high school student have to make the famous Chairman Wei of Chuzhou give him a villa worth tens of millions?

But seeing Chen Fan's sincere eyes, she didn't want to hurt the child's self-esteem. He was probably just trying to save face in front of her daughter, which was understandable.

So she smiled, "Aunt Tang just finished eating and came out for a walk. Let's do it next time."

"Xiao Fan, you and Ranran are young. Why don't you two go for a walk around here? Uncle Jiang and I won't disturb you."

With that, she quickly pulled the reluctant Jiang Haishan away.

As they walked, Jiang Haishan shook his head disdainfully, "These kids, to chase girls, they'll boast more and more."

"At least our daughter isn't the type to be easily swayed by flattery."

"Shut up," Aunt Tang glared at him fiercely.

After the two walked away, Jiang Churan turned around and looked at Chen Fan with a deep gaze.

"What are you doing here?"

"Is it... for me?"

Chen Fan was taken aback and laughed, "I really live in the No. 1 villa."

"If you don't believe me, I can take you up there to see."

As soon as he said that, Jiang Churan's face changed, and she shouted,

"Chen Fan, it's just the two of us now. Are you still going to be stubborn?"

"I know you're Wei Ziqing's friend, but so what? Wei Ziqing is Wei Ziqing, and you are you."

"But you have to understand, someone like Wei Ziqing might occasionally favor someone like us. But if we keep asking her for help and the gap between us keeps growing, we can never be true friends."

As she spoke, a misty look appeared in her eyes.

At Qianlong Villa, Jiang Churan was indeed shocked by him. But upon reflection, she realized she had overestimated Chen Fan. Wei Ziqing was indeed a princess and a prodigy, but Chen Fan was just her friend.

Which rich person or noble youth doesn't have poor relatives or poor friends? These powerful friends might help you once or twice, but can they help you for life?

If you rely on Wei Ziqing's help every time, even the best friendship will wear out with repeated assistance.

After the auction at the wine party, Jiang Churan secretly went to the Coco Bar and saw Chen Fan still working there, being called around by others. Like Cinderella in the story, she transformed into a stunning beauty for a night. But after midnight, she had to return to being Cinderella, not Snow White.

Hearing this, Chen Fan felt a bit impatient.

"I've already told you, this has nothing to do with Wei Ziqing. That is indeed my house."

"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

With that, he turned and left.

The girl was left standing there, her face pale and flushed, unable to believe that Chen Fan had just left her behind!

This was the second time!

"Chen Fan, don't think you can rely on Wei Ziqing for the rest of your life."

Jiang Churan's face was full of disappointment, but her emotions were complex.

Although she completely disbelieved Chen Fan, deep down, she still had a glimmer of hope—what if what he said was true? What if he really was someone who could make Chairman Wei give him a villa?

When you care about someone, you truly feel disappointed and angry with them; otherwise, you wouldn't even notice them.

...

Chen Fan in Chuzhou didn't know that, at that moment, a thousand miles away at sea, a smuggling ship was heading towards Tianhe City.

"Boss Hu, we are about ten kilometers from the coastline. We can't go any further. If we do, we'll easily be caught by the Chinese coast guard."

"Let me take you in a speedboat."

The leader of the smuggling ship said nervously to a middle-aged man standing at the bow of the ship.

The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, his body as straight as a spear, unmoving even as the waves and sea breeze hit him.

Everyone on the smuggling ship looked at him as if he were a monster.

He had been standing there for a whole day without moving. If he wasn't a monster, who was?

"No need."

The middle-aged man finally spoke slowly.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the ten kilometers of distance and land on the opposite coastline.

"Go back. I'll go alone."

Everyone was stunned.

With the coastline ten kilometers away, how could one person go? Was he going to drive the speedboat himself? If he wasn't an experienced sailor familiar with these waters, it would be very dangerous to drive a speedboat to shore at night with high waves and strong winds.

The ship's captain was about to persuade him when...

The middle-aged man suddenly pushed off the railing and jumped into the sea.

"Boss Hu!"

Everyone was shocked and leaned over the railing to look down. Suddenly, their faces froze, and their eyes showed disbelief.

They saw a scene they would never forget.

The middle-aged man was running on the water, leaving a long white trail behind him as he sped towards the shore.

Thud.

The ship's captain collapsed on the deck, his face full of horror and his lips trembling.

"Is... is this the Sea Dragon King?"

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