A Clash While Waiting

St. Louis Airport is the second largest airport in the British Alliance State, and only such a large airport can serve as a hub to welcome Airbus from all over the world.

Fourteen hours later, Zhang Xuezhou and his group were already inside this large airport.

Saint-Louis Airport is not subject to the temporary no-fly zone of the Aomeijia Alliance, but passengers wishing to board an Airbus to the Thousand Islands Alliance from here would have to wait at least 32 hours, nearly a day and a half.

This was the norm for Ren Anran and his companions during their previous journeys.

This kind of timing is considered an unforeseen event, and only a very small number of people who own private Airbuses can break this rule.

Everyone had no choice but to wait patiently in a hotel near the airport.

"Your control is far too weak; you don't even own a single private Airbus!"

Chimon Haig complained incessantly.

Although he was living a retirement life in Huli, Chimon Haig still felt that this kind of waiting was a waste of his life.

As the former Speaker of the Aomeijia Alliance, Chimon Haig enjoyed a very prestigious background and received top-tier treatment, not to mention the use of an Airbus as a mode of transportation.

"I'm just a retired minor leader in a region, and an honorary one at that. I don't get that kind of treatment," Turcolando said helplessly, spreading his hands.

"Times have changed. The current Alliance States don't have this kind of private privilege. They can only apply for requisition when necessary," Zhou Rihui shrugged and replied. "Private aircraft do exist, but they can't travel long distances."

"I'm not qualified to have any contact with it, I don't even have an aircraft!"

Ren Anran pursed her lips and replied.

Zhang Xuezhou, however, seemed lost in thought and completely oblivious to the situation.

A great cultivator can advance their cultivation level very quickly, but this speed is relative to the fact that advancing to a new realm often takes a year or even several years.

He felt as if he were on a seesaw, with himself in the Yin Yang Great Compassion Nine Heavens Incantation on one end and himself in the Yin Yang Great Joy Nine People Incantation on the other. The two sides of the seesaw went back and forth, up and down without stopping.

The Yin Yang Great Compassion Nine Heavens Incantation corresponds to Yin, Yin Yang Great Joy Nine People Incantation corresponds to Yang.

Only when these two elements are in balance can his seesaw-like behavior be stabilized.

If one end is heavier than the other, the heavier end will gradually lose weight, which is similar to the decline in Jin Chang's cultivation, thus slowly achieving balance on this seesaw.

The sooner Zhang Xuezhou achieves a balance between the two realm techniques, the less his cultivation level will regress.

His journey was rather long, which also gave Zhang Xuezhou almost complete lucidity, making it an ideal time for Zhang Xuezhou to adjust his cultivation technique.

"The Yin Yang Great Joy Nine People Incantation was Meridian Circulation Realm in three hours, while the Blood Penetration Realm took nine hours. Body Control seems to require two to three days, and there are still three more stages: True Spirit, Consciousness Creation, and Body Transformation!"

Zhang Xuezhou felt that this period of clarity would likely only allow him to quickly reach the True Spirit Realm, while the Consciousness Creation Realm and Body Transformation Realm would require a longer time, with the overall time estimated to be around three to six months.

If there were adjustments to the Spiritual Qi, his progress could be accelerated even further.

In a daze, Zhang Xuezhou saw two radishes arguing outside the window, which made him feel a little uneasy, as he felt that he would have to spend some more time on the negative hallucinations brought about by the Spirit-Forging Pill.

"Hey, hey, think of something! What are we going to eat today?"

When a crab as tall as a person tugged at his clothes and shouted, a glint of light flashed in Zhang Xuezhou's eyes.

His illusion shattered, and he finally saw Chimman Hagrid pulling at him.

"What do you want to eat?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Eat? I don't want to eat. I wanted to ask if you have any quick way to... eat something?"

Zhang Xuezhou only heard half of Chimmon Hagrid's words before the other's image transformed back into a crab, with a group of clownfish swimming around it.

This made him close his eyes and then continue to activate the antidote technique.

The advantage of using the Poison Repelling Technique is that it can dispel hallucinations sooner, but the disadvantage is that some of the enormous Law Power brought by the Spirit-Forging Pill will also be wasted on the Poison Repelling Technique.

"Don't pull him," Ren Anran said, displeased. "He has no experience with long-distance travel and won't participate in this kind of discussion!"

"I'm seeking opinions from all sides," Chimmon Hagrid said. "I hate being here, and I don't like the British Alliance State!"

"It's only thirty-two hours," Ren Anran said.

"They said there wouldn't be a long-haul airlift return flight for at least thirty-two hours," Chimon Haig corrected. "That means the time can only be longer, not shorter, and it's definitely not an exact time. If you're unlucky, you might have to wait two or three days!"

"There's nothing we can do about that," Ren Anran said. "St. Louis Airport is considered one of the faster transit hubs. Even if we transfer to other airports, they might not be as fast as this one."

"Ugh, this frustrating, life-wasting waiting is unbearable!"

Chimmon Hagrid grumbled for a while, then finally stormed out in a huff.

Everyone let him go out for a walk to clear his head, since no one wanted to stay in this kind of waiting, and Chimmon Hagrid, who once held power, had probably never experienced this kind of waiting in his life.

Turcorando was forced to follow, wary of Chimmon Hagrid, who was dressed as a paladin, causing trouble.

"Zhang Xuezhou seems a bit off?" Zhou Rihui asked.

"This belongs to meditation, a secret practice method of our family!"

Ren Anran casually cut off Zhou Rihui's continued questioning.

Zhang Xuezhou is currently experiencing mental instability even after taking the Spirit-Forging Pill, Ren Anran feels that after taking it, she will likely be hospitalized for two days in a daze, just like before.

"I also want to meditate for a while!"

She thought of the Poison Repelling Technique, but could only reluctantly follow along and push forward with her cultivation.

"The Ren Household's fighting style is too troublesome. Our fighting style is much more practical, isn't it?"

When Zhou Rihui saw Ren Anran sit down with her eyes closed, he had no choice but to turn to Wang Li, who rarely spoke.

"It's really true, but could you possibly sell me a tiny bit of your blood serum?" Wang Li pleaded, "I can't even be sure of it right now!"

"You..." Zhou Rihui thought for a moment and said, "The cultivation of Black Armor Combat Technique is a bottomless pit. It's impossible to sustain it by buying blood potions. If you don't have a long-term, stable source of resources, I personally suggest you switch to another type of fighting technique!"

"I just want to push the sequence forward as much as possible," Wang Li said. "That way, I can be of some help. If possible, I would like to request that you sell me about twelve doses of the blood serum!"

"Twelve units require 60 million in cash!"

"Money is no problem. I can pay in cash. Just provide your account number, and I can initiate the transfer right now. By the time we return to China, the funds will definitely have been successfully transferred!"

Wang Li readily agreed.

Song Fengying was able to save tens of millions to give to Zhang Xuezhou as pocket money, and Wang Li also made a fortune.

Through Feiyu Live, he amassed a substantial cash flow.

He'll spend money on anything that suits him without batting an eye.

Since Zhou Hui rarely brought up this topic, Wang Li quickly offered to buy it.

As for future needs, Wang Li can only take it one step at a time and try his best to find a way to become self-sufficient.

He pleaded with Zhou Rihui for a while, and Zhou Rihui felt a bit overwhelmed. He felt that agreeing would be a loss, since the Zhou Household was not short of cash flow, but he had already asked for it and he should give them some face since they were all traveling together.

"This type of beast is so hard to catch, and the blood potion..."

"Ahem, the god Tu'er is equally kind to the generous, bestowing upon them the radiance that heals wounds!"

Hearing Zhou Rihui stammering, Ren Anran had no choice but to open her eyes and lend Wang Li a hand.

Her words made Zhou Rihui look at Wang Li, then at Ren Anran, and then at the swaying Zhang Xuezhou.

Before he could make up his mind, a loud, explosive sound came from the direction of the airport.

Zhou Rihui's heart skipped a beat, and he almost jumped up in surprise.

He quickly looked up and gazed out the window.

No fourth fireball appeared in the sky, but a white-haired figure moved like a ghost in the airport, while a tall, strong man in a trench coat chased after him with a long sword.

The airport's piercing alarm went off belatedly.

"This is bad. Why is Grenas here? Oh right, his team reacted too slowly. The Aomeijia Alliance has cut off the flight routes again. I'm afraid the Airbus he requisitioned can't take off and can only wait at the airport."

Zhou Rihui was able to distinguish the two people fighting.

This is likely the case where the impatient Chimonhagrid encounters the equally impatient Grenas.