After arranging the tasks for everyone at Lingjiu Palace, Song Qingshu hurried down Misty Peak. The Lingjiu Palace outpost at the foot of the mountain had prepared several of the strongest Camels for him, and with their help, he headed east.
With his previous experience, he naturally would not lose his way in the desert this time. Once he left the desert, he found the Camels too slow and immediately used his qinggong to race toward Lingzhou.
Whenever he grew tired along the way, he did not stay at inns. Instead, he bought horses in towns along the road, rested while sitting in the saddle, then resumed rushing toward Lingzhou with qinggong once he had recovered. When tired again, he bought another horse, repeating the process...
Fortunately, the northwest was known for producing horses. Had this been Southern Song, even with money, he might not have been able to keep changing horses so easily.
Thus, he raced toward Lingzhou day and night without stopping. The journey from the Tian Mountains to Lingzhou City should have taken over half a month at the very least, yet he had forcibly completed it in only a few days.
Outside Lingzhou City, Song Qingshu was covered in dust. He exhaled a breath of foul air and looked toward the distant city gates, inwardly sighing. Martial artists may be individually powerful, but in many ways they still lag far behind technology. In my previous life, if I drove nonstop, the trip from the Tian Mountains to Lingzhou would take just over a day. By plane, it would be even faster—only two or three hours. Now I'm exhausted like a dog, yet I'm still much slower.
Of course, aside from horses being slower than cars, the roads of this world were far inferior to the highways