Chapter 381: Mist Rising
Chapter 381: Mist Rising
Chen Chuan not only utilized ghostly tales but also had some knowledge of secret sect rituals, as he had access to reference materials. Given enough time and resources, he could even perform more complex rituals.
However, secret sect rituals also had many drawbacks. Most of the time, they required intricate drawings on the ground and buildings in advance, which was nearly impossible to use for restricting powerful fighters who were sensitive to danger, even without understanding the principles of life fields.
These fighters could easily destroy the patterns, making it impractical to draw them directly on buildings. It would be a waste of effort.
Chen Chuan's idea was to draw the ritual patterns inside his combat suit and prepare a sacrificial aid ritual, using the soon-to-appear enemies as offerings.
He spent an afternoon carefully drawing the patterns on several pieces of clothing, gloves, and his protective mask. With this complete set, he was ready.
After finishing these preparations, he waited for the ritual materials to adhere while ascending the academy platform.
Last month, he had applied for Tier Three cultivation, and within five days, the academy responded that his application was in the approval process and asked him to wait.
In early October, they informed him that the Processing Bureau had confirmed his signed confidentiality agreement, streamlining some procedures. However, they also sent him another agreement, mainly ensuring that Tier Three cultivation knowledge would not be privately disseminated.
After signing this document, the Tier Three cultivation knowledge was made available to him on the platform.
He had browsed through the platform, finding both old and new era materials. Most of the old era resources were free, while the new era cultivation methods required purchase, with prices not low but within his budget.
Even so, some knowledge remained inaccessible, such as special medication intake methods and related services, which couldn't be searched.
This was because the academy required records of special medication distribution from the government, which companies didn't provide.
However, Chen Chuan didn't need these records; his second self wasn't particularly reliant on them.
He focused on cultivation techniques and knowledge, such as refining essence blood and accumulating divine essence.
These were crucial, as he understood that divine essence could stabilize his mind, preventing mental deviations, while essence blood could serve as a stable anchor, allowing fighters to maintain their physical existence and prevent unknown bodily changes.
The new era cultivation methods were the most efficient, summarizing and optimizing the practices of the past. He felt it was worth the purchase and had been using these methods for several days.
The old era methods also had their merits, as medications back then had more impurities and varied sources, leading to numerous identification and targeted techniques, emphasizing application in extreme environments.
For instance, one method allowed cultivation even when severely injured, maintaining combat effectiveness. Another enabled cultivation while asleep, and there was even a technique for maintaining cultivation with a small portion of altered organisms after losing most limbs, which broadened his horizons.
Beyond these, he focused on Tier Three force exertion methods.
At this stage, force exertion and training became more intricate and detailed. At higher levels, it required the integration of essence blood and divine essence, far beyond the first and second tiers.
According to platform data, Tier Three fighters typically had an altered organism coverage rate of at least 45%. Sometimes, this coverage rate could serve as a measure of a Tier Three fighter's strength, though in actual combat, numerous factors came into play, making it more complex than a simple number. Nonetheless, it highlighted the significant role it played.
To improve their coverage rate, Tier Three fighters might invest heavily in overcoming their weaknesses, some even resorting to implants and illegal altered organism transplants.
Chen Chuan, cultivating the Zhou Yuan force, had chosen the path of full coverage from the start, so he didn't need to catch up. Now, he could focus on moving forward.
In theory, he could master most of the force exertion techniques from these courses, but currently, he lacked the time and energy. So, he selected a few practical ones to practice, primarily to enhance his offensive capabilities.
During this period, he purchased various cultivation knowledge from the school while continuously taking medication, leading to slight daily improvements in his strength.
This was normal, as most fighters didn't have access to ample special medication like him. Companies and the government typically provided these after fighters achieved some merit and contributions.
Due to concerns about the fighters, they sometimes deliberately extended the interval of the medication method, unlike Chen Chuanxian, who could use it uninterruptedly.
During his free time, he didn't neglect the surrounding security. He tried to schedule his training sessions during the afternoon, as the estate was unlikely to be ambushed during the day, as it was much easier to observe and mobilize personnel. So, if an attack were to occur, it would most likely happen at night or close to dawn.
During this time, he would be fully geared up, with firearms and blades within reach. He would use meditation to replace sleep, ready to react at the slightest sound or detection.
A few more days passed, and it was late October. The maple leaves outside had turned mostly red.
After finishing his cultivation, Chen Chuanxian glanced at the Boundary Vessel. The weather forecast indicated that heavy fog might appear in Central City in the next two days.
He looked at the swaying branches outside, their hair rustling like waves, and the red leaves fluttering everywhere. In his heart, he silently thought, "It's coming."
Two days later, on October 23rd, at 4 am, they were at the outskirts of Black Ink Mountain.
Tall Guy stood alone under a streetlight, gazing at the empty road ahead. Even he couldn't see too far into the distance due to the hazy mist.
At that moment, he heard the sound of a car engine. Bright headlights pierced through the fog, and the first vehicle, an armored car, broke through the mist. The wet surface of the car was emblazoned with the logo of a security company. Following it were more armored cars of the same type, emerging one by one from the fog.
The convoy slowed down as it approached, and from one of the modified extended armored cars, a hunched figure with a gray hoodie emerged.
The figure was skinny, with protruding eyes and hands that almost reached the ground. Despite this, he stood over two meters tall. In a hoarse voice, he addressed Tall Guy, "Little Sheng, the boss wants you."
Little Sheng hurried over and approached the car. The rear window slowly rolled down, revealing a man in his forties with a spiky hairdo.
He held a cane in his hand, dressed in a high-collared imported formal suit. His lips were thin, and his complexion was pale. He wore a serpent-shaped earring on his left ear, and his gaze had an unnerving intensity, as if he were staring right through people.
Even though Little Sheng had faced him many times before, he still felt a chill down his spine. He quickly lowered his head and respectfully said, "Boss."
The middle-aged man asked, "Is everything ready?"
Little Sheng replied, "There's a slight issue. These days, I've been sending a contact signal every day, but I haven't received any response. My assessment is that the employer's people have most likely been purged.
Even if our Resonator can break through the Field Lockdown of the outer Field Domain, we still won't be able to breach that defense line in a short time. So, we can't rely on solving this from the inside."
The middle-aged man didn't seem bothered by these concerns. He said, "Then we'll use the Field Lockdown creature."
Little Sheng said, "But Black Ink Mountain's Field Lockdown is relatively strong, so if we use this method, we'll only have about half an hour to three-quarters of an hour for the raid, including our retreat time. The actual time we'll have is probably only fifteen to twenty minutes. But if you give me a few more days to prepare..."
The middle-aged man interrupted, "The employer is in a hurry, and this weather is the best for our operation. Let's follow your plan. You've never let me down in previous operations."
Little Sheng solemnly said, "Yes, boss."
"Get in the car."
Little Sheng immediately ran towards the back of the car. Once inside, he turned and saw that everyone had removed their Boundary Vessels according to the plan, easing his mind.
The convoy started moving again, heading towards the interior of Black Ink Mountain. As they entered the Defense Zone, they weren't stopped because, through a series of operations, they had become temporary residents of a courtyard in the Meng Clan Estate, granting them access. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to enter the residential area of Black Ink Mountain so openly.
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