The Otherworld Plane Was Ferocious

In the end, the constable did not ask to inspect the cardboard box. He had already seen the delivery slip, which read, "Tent and ropes."

Of course, more importantly, he had matters of his own to attend to and no time to meddle in so much irrelevant business.

Feng Jun was actually a little nervous too. The box contained more than just ropes; there was also some contraband, such as knives and crossbows. If the other party had truly insisted on inspecting it, he would have been in a difficult position.

Yet these supplies were also what he had been eagerly awaiting. With them, he could finally explore the Wilderness Space.

The previous night, he had taken two motorcycles in two separate trips, using nearly fifteen Energy Points in total.

There was no helping it. They were two motorcycles, and he had to keep one hand free to swipe on his phone while staying alert in case anyone noticed. He could not manage it in one trip.

Now he had fewer than forty Energy Points left. He had to find a solution to his Energy Point supply as soon as possible.

Charging in the real world was one option, but it was far too expensive and took too long.

Feng Jun felt that he could enter the space again and see what other opportunities he might find.

Everything was ready—even the motorcycles. All he lacked was wilderness survival gear.

Before that, however, he needed to charge up more. First, to increase his Energy Points as much as possible; second, to make himself look like he had nothing better to do, lest the constable notice anything unusual about him.

So, for the next three days, aside from going out to eat, he stayed cooped up in his rental room.

By then, the old man had stopped cutting the power. He seemed to have settled the price with the others. Not only did he stop snipping wires, he even reconnected several wires that had been cut.

Most of the time, Feng Jun charged using the grid power. He had mastered the correct charging method, and the old man had replaced the fuse with a thicker one. As long as he charged carefully, there would be no problem.

Unfortunately, the available power was limited. There was no way around it—the factory's wiring was old and could not handle much load.

For that reason, Feng Jun specifically bought a multimeter to ensure that the current stayed below ten amps while he charged.

Still, charging that way was nowhere near as fast as using a generator.

After charging continuously for three days, Feng Jun felt that he could not keep going like this. On the third night, carrying a large amount of supplies, he decisively entered the Wilderness Space.

When he entered the wilderness, it was still morning here, just as it had been when he left. The red sun had only recently risen. The wind was not strong, but it was still quite cold.

Feng Jun had already piled up quite a few things here. This time, he brought in a large quantity of supplies, so his first priority was finding somewhere to store them. Remembering the strange ruby, he knew it was clearly not safe enough to leave supplies beside the ruins.

So he chose the foot of a mountain more than twenty li away. There were trees and rocks there, making it ideal for hiding things.

Feng Jun changed into his gear first. He wore a supposedly genuine bulletproof vest beneath camouflage training clothes, along with a pair of heavy canvas trousers that had been waterproofed. They were not only waterproof and resistant to the cold wind, but also highly abrasion-resistant.

His clothes and trousers had seventeen or eighteen pockets, as well as all kinds of straps. With proper planning, he could arrange a dagger, pistol, emergency bandages, water flask, machete, bow, crossbow, flashlight, and even a grappling hook.

However, considering that he would be riding a motorcycle, Feng Jun did not carry much on his body. At high speed, one careless mistake could let even a plastic straw inflict a serious injury.

He had motorcycle helmets. He had taken two along with the motorcycles, but he did not wear either one.

The wind here was not weak, but he knew very well that in such an unfamiliar environment, a helmet would obstruct his vision.

The two motorcycles he had brought in were in even better condition than he expected. Their power was extremely strong, their grip firm, and they ran steadily over the uneven ground.

After roughly testing the motorcycles' performance, he tied on various supplies and headed straight for the foot of the mountain.

The unlevelled wilderness was truly difficult to traverse. Luckily, the modified motorcycles had immense power.

Feng Jun truly did not dare imagine whether an ordinary motorcycle could withstand this kind of punishment.

The twenty-odd li did not take long, but the constant jolting along the way left him drenched in sweat despite the freezing weather.

As the terrain rose, the motorcycles became harder and harder to ride. Feng Jun looked around and finally chose a relatively flat patch of ground. He decided to rest there for the moment, then search nearby for somewhere to hide his supplies.

However, when he was still more than two hundred meters away, a black shadow suddenly sprang up from the ground.

Feng Jun abruptly squeezed the clutch and stomped on the brake. "What the hell? A snake?"

He knew that snakes could leap up from the ground, because he had encountered one as a child. He had been terrified at the time and run back crying to his grandparents, saying he had seen a flying snake.

The two elders had told him that the snake had been frightened by him, so it had leapt into the air to flee for its life.

This snake was the same. It had clearly sensed the vibrations from the motorcycle and mistaken them for some terrifying beast, so it fled desperately.

It was only a minor episode, but it was enough to remind Feng Jun that this place was not completely harmless. Life still existed here, and dangers still lurked in the shadows.

The snake was yellowish-brown, about one and a half meters long and as thick as a child's wrist. It was not particularly large, but it was absolutely not small either.

After that surprise, once Feng Jun stopped the motorcycle, he cautiously probed the surrounding area. He held a Kukri in his hand, and whenever he encountered bushes or tall grass, he slashed through them, intending to flush out anything hiding there.

He did not encounter another snake, but he did find two insect-like creatures resembling scorpions. They were grayish-brown, each as long as an adult's palm, with their tails raised high. They could actually spray venom.

Fortunately, Feng Jun reacted quickly. He twisted aside and rushed forward with a slash.

The Kukri in his hand was supposedly made of high-carbon steel and had been sharpened to an exceptional edge. It could easily leave marks on steel rebar.

Yet even with that full-force strike, he failed to cut the Scorpion in two. He only sliced more than halfway through it.

The other Scorpion leaped into the air and sprayed venom again.

Feng Jun reacted just as quickly. He swung his blade backhandedly, slashing hard at the Scorpion in midair.

That slash carried even more force than the last, yet when the Scorpion fell to the ground, it was completely unharmed. It merely moved a little sluggishly, as if it had been dazed by the blow.

How could Feng Jun miss such a good opportunity? His blade rose and fell, and after more than a dozen consecutive strikes, he finally chopped both Scorpions into pulp.

Then he let out a long breath and spat fiercely. "Damn, those things were hard to deal with."

The Scorpions were hard to kill, and their venom was extremely terrifying as well. Some of it had splashed onto his chest and abdomen. By now, his camouflage uniform had been corroded through with a large hole, and a wide section of his bulletproof vest had caved in, as though it had been burned by strong acid.

It was fortunate that it had been him. If it had been another Blue Star person, there was an eighty or ninety percent chance they would have suffered badly. Even Liu Shuming would likely have struggled—Coach Liu was not weak, but he was already in his early thirties, and his body had been somewhat drained. His reaction speed was simply nowhere near Feng Jun's.

After dealing with the two Scorpions, Feng Jun broke into another sweat. He did not dare take off his clothes and could only stand there in a guarded stance—natural cooling was actually fine, so why remove his protection?

About half an hour later, he found a place where he could hide his supplies. It was a Big Rock whose base curved inward, forming an angle greater than ninety degrees with the ground, safe from sun and rain.

Furthermore, this area was slightly higher than its surroundings, so he did not have to worry about rainwater soaking it.

Of course, most importantly, relatively dense shrubs grew not far in front of the rock. Unless someone paid close attention, it would be difficult to spot it at a glance from afar.

Feng Jun unloaded the goods, thought it over, and left one motorcycle there as well. Then he set off on foot into the distance. He still had to ride the other motorcycle over, and could use the opportunity to transport more supplies.

Feng Jun walked quickly. He covered the twenty-odd li in less than two hours, and along the way, he had remained wary of potential threats rather than hurrying at full speed.

By the time he reached the ruins, the sun had risen higher. Anyone who had been to the Gobi knew that having sunlight or not meant living in two completely different worlds.

The temperature had begun to rise. Feng Jun rode the motorcycle and made two more trips, finally transferring all the supplies to his new warehouse.

He had brought so many things not only because of his food, water, and wilderness survival equipment, but also because he had brought quite a bit of gasoline. Without gasoline, the motorcycles would be useless.

In fact, getting that gasoline had not been easy either. These days, no one could just carry a can to a gas station and buy gasoline. Feng Jun had needed to ask the old gatekeeper to help him purchase it.

Sixth Master was well connected in Yang City, so obtaining some gasoline was not a problem. He could also make a small profit by selling it to Feng Jun.

In short, none of it had been easy. The supplies Feng Jun brought in this time weighed no less than nine hundred jin, if not a full thousand. Water, food, and gasoline took up the most space and weight.

Around the warehouse, he casually piled up some stones, deliberately making them look naturally formed in order to minimize signs of human activity.

When he worked, he did not notice time passing at all. After only a little busywork, it was already noon.

The sun was beginning to feel harsh. Feng Jun was afraid of heat, so he sat in the shade, opened a bottle of mineral water, and drank as he made up his mind. After one more cigarette, he would go scout the surroundings.

Noon here was actually quite hot, yet he still did not dare remove his protective gear. For someone afraid of heat, the torment was easy to imagine.

The more sensible choice would have been to wait until the sun was about to set before walking around, then return to rest. At dawn the next day, he could seize the time to scout.

But how could Feng Jun possibly have that kind of patience?

This time, he had indeed brought in plenty of supplies, but who knew how long he would need to stay here? To say nothing else, if he could not find a clean water source, the water he had brought would only last him a month and a half.

Time waited for no one. He could not waste it in meaningless waiting just because he feared the heat.

In fact, he was beginning to regret not bringing in the generator. He could scout around during the day, then return at night to rest and charge at the same time. Would that not have been perfect?