Chapter 437: Isn’t This the Crack I Smashed Open?
Chapter 437: Isn’t This the Crack I Smashed Open?
Old Lou practically dropped to his knees – this Taoist priest clearly had no grasp of numbers whatsoever.
After Old Lou’s painstaking explanations about practical limitations, Han Sen finally understood.
Impossible!
All that earlier bragging had gotten his hopes up for nothing.
“Just get whatever amount you can manage.”
Taoist priest Han waved dismissively, showing his displeasure at Old Lou’s incompetence. Old Lou seethed silently, wondering where the young master found this unreasonable friend. If not for the recent world mutation, such outrageous demands would’ve landed anyone in prison.
The next day.
Old Lou delivered the explosives – two hundred thousand pounds! Alongside military-grade materials were industrial explosives and even crude homemade ones. The desperate effort showed Old Lou’s determination, though Han Sen remained clueless about the actual challenges involved.
“Your work’s done. Everyone out.”
After claiming the explosives and talismans, Han Sen expelled the crowd. As Old Wang’s honored guest, he commanded full authority here.
Alone, Han Sen experimented with explosive compression.
Miraculously, ‘System Daddy’ reactivated. After deducting 0.1 energy points, it condensed the massive explosives into two pitch-black spheres resembling donkey dung. But these weren’t ordinary pellets – even through the Seal layers, Han Sen sensed the raging energy within. By infusing his mental energy during compression, he’d created weapons even Awakened Ones couldn’t withstand.
“Hey Han, check out my new swagger!”
Han Sen frowned. Since returning to Capital City, Wang Bo had gotten cocky – dropping the respectful “brother” for casual “Old Han”. Someone needed a demonstration of those black pellets’ power.
“Broke through?”
Han Sen sized up Wang Bo. The unstable energy fluctuations betrayed a recent advancement.
“Haha! From today, Wang Bo’s a B-level big shot!”
B-rank marked the true divide. Below it – small fry. Above – proper players. Though Wang Bo’s destructive capability barely scraped triple digits, his family elders had still taken notice.
100 versus 999 – same tier? Please.
“Come on! Celebration at Golden Bathhouse!”
Back in Capital City, Wang Bo shed all pretense. No more maintaining his Jiangnan City authority figure image here. A B-rank breakthrough demanded celebration.
“Piss off!”
Han Sen’s face darkened. The Special Operations Bureau had summoned him precisely because Capital City simmered with tension. While ordinary people remained oblivious, Awakened Ones walked on eggshells. The Blood Buddha had already claimed multiple lives, including the Bureau’s local chief – a veteran B-ranker with 500+ destructive capability.
Two small fries like them daring to party? Perfect targets for the Blood Buddha.
“Relax! The Bureau’s got this. We low-ranks just ride along.” Wang Bo automatically reverted to his former C-rank mindset, forgetting his new status.
Han Sen caught the implication – Wang Bo must have insider knowledge about Bureau operations against the Blood Buddha.
“Really safe?”
“Safe as houses!”
“You wait here. I still have a few talismans to finish, then we’ll go together.”
Half an hour later, the two corrupt individuals entered the luxurious bathing city. When they left, Taoist priest Han’s legs felt shaky. The female spirits inside were too fierce—they nearly drained all his energy.
“Let’s rest tonight. Tomorrow morning we’ll head to the Special Operations Bureau.”
By his calculations, the bureau’s final gathering period had arrived.
After arranging Han Sen’s accommodations, Wang Bo returned home. Being in the Capital City, he naturally had to visit his family. This rare homecoming demanded extra face-time with the patriarch, especially since a distant relative of the Wang Family had reportedly awakened.
The night passed quietly.
Early next morning, a business vehicle arrived outside the villa. Han Sen boarded and rode with Old Wang toward the Special Operations Bureau.
The bureau wasn’t in the Capital City’s downtown but on a mountain in the northwest suburbs.
Upon entering the area, strict security became obvious. All vehicles underwent rigorous checks—even Old Wang’s. After over an hour of inspections, they finally entered the bureau’s jurisdiction. Han Sen immediately sensed the change: inside the entrance felt like another world, with energy particles buzzing intensely.
The vehicle soon halted, forcing them to proceed on foot. Drivers and attendants stayed behind as Han Sen and Wang Bo advanced alone.
Walking the mountain path, energy particle fluctuations grew clearer. In some spots, mist rippled visibly—emanations of high-dimensional energy.
“Impressive, right?” Wang Bo, familiar with the mountain’s peculiarities, grinned.
“Truly. Cultivating here must ease breakthroughs,” Han Sen nodded.
“I thought the same during my first visit. But a bureau official warned me—this place isn’t comfortable. Staying here means enduring pollution.”
Wang Bo’s unique status granted him insider knowledge.
“Pollution?” Han Sen frowned. How could this lush mountain harbor pollution?
“Perhaps a necessary trade-off,” Wang Bo shrugged.
They climbed in silence. The deceptively short path took longer than expected.
“Strange.”
As they walked, an odd sensation stirred in Han Sen. Though unawakened and fundamentally different from chaotic energy-infused Awakened Ones, his body felt electrified, as if something deep within yearned to answer a call.
Compelled, he glanced skyward—but saw only endless blue.
In Han Sen’s subconscious, Zuo Meng surveyed the area. His gaze pierced the azure veil, revealing the hidden truth.
“Isn’t this directly beneath the dimensional crack I made?”
At the fracture’s epicenter—the primary influx point for chaotic energy—how could the energy particles not thrash with vitality?