Fierce Otherworldly Plane

In the end, the patrol officer did not demand to inspect the cardboard box; he had already seen that the shipping label read "tents and ropes."

Of course, more importantly, he had his own business to attend to and no time to meddle in such trivial matters.

Feng Jun actually felt a bit nervous inside. The box contained not just ropes, but also some contraband, such as knives and a crossbow. If the other party had insisted on a search, he would have inevitably been in a passive position.

However, these supplies were exactly what he had been longing for; with them, he could finally go explore the Wilderness Space.

He had moved two motorcycles over in two trips last night, consuming a total of nearly fifteen energy points.

There was no helping it; they were two motorcycles, and he had to keep one hand free to swipe on his phone while staying vigilant against being discovered, so he couldn't manage it in one go.

Now his energy points were under forty, and he had to find a way to replenish them as soon as possible.

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

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

Everything was ready—he even had motorcycles; all that was left was the outdoor survival gear.

However, before that, he needed to charge up more. For one, to maximize his energy points, and for another, to maintain the appearance of someone with nothing to do, so the patrol officer wouldn't notice anything unusual about him.

Thus, for the next three days, aside from going out to eat, he basically holed up in his rental room.

By this time, the old man had stopped cutting the power; he seemed to have negotiated a price with the others and even stopped cutting the wires, instead reconnecting a few that had been severed.

Most of the time, Feng Jun used the municipal power to charge. He had mastered the correct charging method, and the old man had replaced the fuses with thicker ones, so as long as he was careful, there were no issues.

The pity was that the power output wasn't high; there was no way around it, as the factory's wiring was old and couldn't handle much of a load.

For this reason, Feng Jun specifically bought a multimeter to ensure that the current did not exceed ten amps while he was charging.

However, charging this way was far slower than using a generator.

Feng Jun charged for three consecutive days and felt he couldn't go on like this, so on the night of the third day, he took a large amount of supplies and decisively entered the Wilderness Space.

Entering the wilderness, it was still the same morning he had left; the bright red sun had just risen, and while the wind wasn't strong, it was still quite cold.

Feng Jun had already piled quite a few things here, and since he had brought a large amount of supplies this time, the first priority was to find a place to store them. Thinking of the mysterious nature of that ruby, leaving the supplies next to the ruins clearly wasn't safe enough.

Therefore, he chose the foot of a mountain over twenty miles away, where there were trees and rocks, making it the perfect place to hide things.

Feng Jun first changed into his gear: he wore a bulletproof vest that was supposedly authentic, covered by a camouflage combat uniform, and on his lower body, he wore waterproofed heavy canvas trousers, which were not only waterproof and windproof but also highly abrasion-resistant.

His jacket and trousers had seventeen or eighteen pockets in total, along with various straps. If planned properly, he could stow away his dagger, pistol, emergency bandages, canteen, machete, crossbow, flashlight, and even a grappling hook.

However, considering he had to ride a motorcycle, Feng Jun didn't put much on his person. During high-speed travel, if he were to have an accident, even a plastic straw could cause him serious injury.

He had motorcycle helmets; he had swiped two when he took the bikes, but he didn't put one on.

The wind here was quite strong, but he knew very well that in such an unfamiliar environment, a helmet would obstruct his vision.

The two motorcycles he brought in were in better condition than he had imagined; they had powerful engines and excellent grip, running very steadily on this rugged, uneven ground.

He roughly tested the performance of the motorcycles, then strapped on his various supplies and headed straight for the foot of the mountain.

The unpaved wilderness was truly difficult to traverse, and it was fortunate that the motorcycles had been modified and had such high power.

Feng Jun really couldn't imagine if a regular motorcycle would have been able to withstand this kind of abuse.

The twenty-plus miles didn't take long, but the constant jolting of the motorcycle left him drenched in sweat despite the cold weather.

As the terrain rose, the motorcycle became increasingly difficult to ride. Feng Jun looked around and finally chose a relatively flat area, deciding to rest there for a while and look for a place to hide his supplies nearby.

However, just as he was two hundred meters away, a black shadow suddenly sprang up from the ground.

Feng Jun slammed the clutch and hit the brakes. "What the hell? A snake?"

He knew that snakes could spring from the ground because he had encountered one when he was a child. He had been terrified back then and went back to cry to his grandparents, saying he had met a flying snake.

The two elders told him that the snake had been scared by him and had taken to the air to escape.

The same was true for this snake; it was clear that it had felt the vibrations the motorcycle sent through the ground and thought some formidable beast was approaching, so it fled for its life.

This was just a small interlude, but it was enough to remind Feng Jun that this place was not absolutely harmless; there was still life here, and there were dangers lurking in the shadows.

The snake was yellowish-brown, about a meter and a half long, and as thick as a child's wrist—not huge, but certainly not small.

After this surprise, once Feng Jun parked the bike, he very cautiously probed the surroundings. He held a kukri knife in his hand, slashing at any bushes or grass he encountered, essentially "beating the grass to scare the snake."

He didn't encounter any more snakes, but he did run into two scorpion-like insects. They were grayish-brown, each the length of an adult's palm, with tails held high, and they could actually spray venom.

Fortunately, Feng Jun's reaction was fast enough; he sidestepped and rushed forward with a slash.

The kukri knife in his hand was supposedly made of high-carbon steel and had been sharpened; it was exceptionally keen and could easily leave scratches on steel bars.

Yet, even with a full-force strike, he didn't manage to cut the scorpion in two, only slicing it halfway through.

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

Feng Jun's reaction remained quite fast; he backhanded another strike, slashing heavily at the scorpion in the air.

This strike had even more force than the last, but when the scorpion landed on the ground, it was completely unharmed, though its movements were a bit sluggish, as if it had been stunned.

How could Feng Jun miss such a good opportunity? He struck repeatedly, landing over a dozen blows until he finally hacked the two scorpions into a pulp.

Then, he let out a long breath and spat fiercely. "Damn, these things are really tough to deal with."

Scorpions were hard to kill, and their venom was terrifying. A splash had hit his chest and abdomen, and by now, his camouflage uniform had been corroded into a large hole, and his bulletproof vest had a large dent, as if it had been burned by strong acid.

It was fortunate that it was him; if it had been any other person from Blue Star, they would have suffered nine times out of ten. Even Coach Liu would have struggled—Coach Liu's strength wasn't bad, but he was over thirty, his body was a bit hollowed out, and his reaction speed simply couldn't keep up with Feng Jun.

After dealing with those two scorpions, Feng Jun broke into a sweat again. He didn't dare take off his clothes, so he just stood there in a defensive posture—natural cooling was actually fine, so why bother removing his protection?

About half an hour later, he found a place to hide his supplies. It was a large rock with an inward-sloping base that formed an angle of more than ninety degrees with the ground, safe from both sun and rain.

Furthermore, this area was slightly higher than its surroundings, so there was no fear of it being soaked by rainwater.

Of course, the most crucial thing was that not far in front of the rock grew relatively dense shrubs; if an ordinary person wasn't paying attention, it would be hard to see through it from a distance.

Feng Jun unloaded the goods and, after some thought, left the motorcycle there as well. He then set off on foot toward the distance, as he still had to ride the other motorcycle over, which would be a perfect opportunity to bring more cargo.

Feng Jun didn't walk slowly, covering over ten kilometers in less than two hours. Moreover, he was still guarding against potential threats along the way, so he hadn't been traveling at full speed.

By the time he arrived at the ruins, the sun had already risen a bit. Anyone who has been to the Gobi knows that the presence or absence of the sun makes for two absolutely different worlds.

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

The reason there were so many things was that, in addition to his food, water, and wilderness survival gear, he had also brought quite a bit of gasoline. Without gasoline, the motorcycle would be useless.

In fact, getting this gasoline hadn't been easy. These days, no one could just carry a jug to a gas station and buy gasoline; Feng Jun had to ask the old gatekeeper to help him buy it.

Sixth Master was well-connected in Yang City, so getting some gasoline wasn't a big problem, and he could even make a small profit selling it to Feng Jun.

In short, it was all sorts of difficult. The supplies Feng Jun brought in this time weighed at least nine hundred jin, if not a thousand. Water, food, and gasoline were the things that took up the most space and weight.

Around the warehouse, he simply piled up some stones, deliberately making them look like a natural formation to minimize the traces of human activity.

When he started working, he couldn't feel the passage of time at all. After getting a little busy, it was already noon.

The sun was quite scorching at this moment. Feng Jun, who was afraid of the heat, sat in the shade, opened a bottle of mineral water, and while drinking, made up his mind to smoke one more cigarette before going out to scout the area.

It was actually quite hot at noon here, yet he still didn't dare to remove the protection on his body. As someone who feared the heat, the suffering he endured can be imagined.

A more reasonable choice would be to wait until the sun was about to set, walk around a bit, then come back to rest, and wait until the next day at dawn to seize the time to scout.

But how could Feng Jun have that kind of patience?

He had indeed brought a lot of supplies this time, but who knew how long he would need to stay here? If nothing else, if he couldn't find a clean water source, the water he brought would only last him a month and a half.

Time waits for no one; he couldn't waste time on meaningless waiting just because he was afraid of the heat.

In fact, he was a bit regretful now. If only he could have brought a generator in. He could scout around during the day and come back at night to rest while charging it; wouldn't that be great?