Chen Fan did not linger in Medicine King Valley.
He soon left Medicine King Valley.
And that move...
Meant the High-Speed Rail Line from Mortal City to Medicine King Valley was fully connected. It stretched 787 kilometers, with the detour around the desert adding some distance. At seventy kilometers per cup of tea...
The entire journey would take eleven cups of tea.
One lay at the northernmost end of Jiangbei.
The other lay in central Jiangnan.
In the past, traveling between them took days. Without a Skeleton Horse, the journey was impossible—the gaps between the intermediate stations were too wide for ordinary horses to reach the next one before nightfall.
But now...
It took only eleven cups of tea.
With no exposure to wind or sun.
No need to stay overnight at stations.
Travelers could arrive the same day.
If they wanted, they could even make a round trip in a single day.
Of course—
The line had not officially opened yet. It was still being laid.
The Jiangnan Plains.
Chen Fan sat in the Nine-Five Dragon Chariot and continued laying the line. This time, he was building routes from Medicine King Valley to the various cities in Jiangnan.
Another five days passed.
Chen Fan set out for home.
Over those five days...
He had worked nonstop in Jiangnan, connecting nearly every sizable city. Nine cities in total, all linked together.
Now!
Anyone in Jiangnan who wanted to visit Jiangbei...
Could travel there and back in a single day.
On the way home, Chen Fan leaned wearily against the carriage wall. For the past ten days, aside from sleeping at night, he had barely stopped during daylight hours. Laying Copper Pipes was not tiring in itself—it hardly required any physical effort—but the sheer quantity and endless repetition were another matter.