The Rebirth of the Eternal Caliphate

Ch.45

After Chen Fan finished making the Dharma Artifacts required for the Spirit Gathering Array. He moved to the villa on the mountain.

Although Chen Fan had already visited here once, he had only walked around the building. As soon as he entered, he was stunned by the luxurious decorations. Many of the furniture inside the building is imported from abroad. A refrigerator alone would cost over tens of thousands of yuan. Chen Fan cleaned the place up a bit and started to focus on his task.

He placed five Spirit Gathering Plates in the five corners of the selected house.

And then, he walked to the center of the hall and initiated the Dharma Art to connect his energy with the five plates.

Suddenly, he stepped on the floor and shouted, "Start!"

Five rays of emerald light stretched from five angles, each measuring half a dozen meters. As soon as the five rays converged on the roof, they began to spread out to form a green umbrella that covered the entire building.

Chen Fan closed his eyes as he sensed the power of the Spirit Gathering Array.

Although Chen Fan did not turn on the AC, the temperature inside the villa dropped drastically. When the Spirit Qi was attracted to the house by the Spirit Gathering Array, it formed a white mist around and within the house. Chen Fen could feel Spirit Qi gathering around him and contained safely within the green umbrella.

"That's what I'm talking about. At least three times more efficient than the Spirit Gathering Array in my Jade Marrow talisman due to its scale."

Chen Fan opened his eyes and was very pleased with the result.

The result had exceeded his expectations because it couldn't have been better. It flashed in his mind that the cause of success was not only the size of the Dharma Array but also the fact that the density of Spirit Qi so far in the mountain was much greater than at the foot of the hill.

"Once I complete the Misty Mountain Array and connect the Spirit Qi mountain with the lake, this place will truly turn into a Spirit Land!"

That thought filled Chen Fan's heart with anticipation.

However, not just any place with abundant Spirit Qi could be called a Spirit Land. What made the Spirit Land was what was called the "Spirit Qi Mist."

Such a fog would only form when the air was filled with Spirit Qi. No longer able to dissolve into the air, this Spirit Qi would seep out from the air and form a mist. On occasions where the concentration of fog was high enough, it would come even from Spirit Dew. Once collected and used by cultivators, this Spirit Dew could help extend the user's life. The effect was even better than using Spirit Stones as it practically had no side effects.

The highest form of Spirit Qi is called "Crystallized Spirit Qi" or "Spirit Stone." Almost all of the natural Spirit Lands capable of producing Spirit Stones were occupied by one of the main Cultivation Sects.

And that only happened to normal grade Spirit Lands. In a holy land like the Spirit Land of the True Martial Immortal Sect, cultivators could directly absorb Spirit Qi from the immortal world. Therefore, the effects and levels of Spirit Qi in those areas were much stronger than normal Spirit Lands.

Chen Fan was quite satisfied with the Spirit Qi Mist given the lack of Spirit Qi on Earth. He did not expect to see the Spirit Qi being melted or crystallized.

He sat cross-legged inside the villa and tested the Dharma Array; satisfied, he stood up and stopped the Dharma Array.

Since the Spirit Gathering Plate was not made of Jade Marrow, it would eventually break apart after a period of use just like the Eight-Trigrams-Plate did.

Chen Fan walked out of the villa and started down the path leading to the foothills.

It was late afternoon, and many wealthy families were walking after dinner on the mountain path. Seeing a boy descend from the top of the mountain, confusion was written on their faces. They knew there was only one villa at the top of the mountain, could it be this kid's home?

When Chen Fan was in the middle of the road, he heard someone call his name. "Chen Fan?"

Chen Fan turned to the side and saw Jiang Churan and his family of three looking at him in astonishment.

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Churan asked as she looked over Chen Fan's shoulder to where the boy came from.

He knew that the path only led to the top of the mountain where the mysterious villa was located. He was halfway to the top of the mountain, and right on the verge of the Villa owner's private property. This is where the daily walk of most people ends as well, because from here forward it will be the private property of the villa owner.

“Aunt Tang, Uncle Jiang, and Ra-Ran, nice to see you all.” Chen Fan greeted them with a warm smile.

Aunt Tang must have sensed something between her and Jiang Churan, and therefore she stopped inviting him to dinner. Despite this, he never stopped talking to her over the phone, asking how she was doing almost every day. Chen Fan deeply appreciated his care and attention.

After a while, Chen Fan replied, "I live there."

"You're staying at Villa Number One?" Jiang Churan was surprised, and she asked in disbelief.

"Yes" Chen Fan nodded.

Jiang Haishan laughed out loud.

"The number one villa was the first villa built in this development, and it was a gift from the richest person in Chu Zhou City: Sheng Ronghua, to the founder of Fang Sheng International Group: Mr Wei."

He looked at Chen Fan with disdain as he spoke.

"So, did you tell me that you are Mr. Wei's family?"

"He gave this villa to me," Chen Fan said lightly. Without wasting any more time on Jiang Haishan, he looked towards Aunt Tang and said.

"Aunt Tang, thank you for taking care of me since I got here. Can I invite you to visit my new home?"

Aunt Tang hesitated as her eyes looked at Chen Fan's honest gaze.

Reason told him that Chen Fan had to lie. Why did The Third Lord of Wei give away the mansion of a schoolboy worth over tens of millions?

However, the sincere expression on Chen Fan's face attracted his heart. He did not want to hurt the child's self-esteem, especially when his daughter was present.

So while thinking, he forced a smile and then said, "I'm still very full from dinner, maybe next time?

"Why don't you take a night out with Ran-Ran. You two kids should talk a lot about. Uncle Jiang and I will excuse you."

Jiang Haishan managed to spew out a few more words before he was dragged away, "The kids today are all little liars!

"Don't you think that you can make my daughter use a fair lie!"

"Close your trap, let's go!" Aunt Tang returned to her husband.

Not until his parents disappeared did Jiang Churan turn towards Chen Fan and ask.

"Why are you here?"

"Have you come here for me?"

Chen Fan was silent for a moment and then said with a smile, "I really stayed at Villa Number One.

"I can prove it to you; just come with me."

Jiang Churan pulled a tense face as soon as she heard Chen Fan's words.

"Chen Fan, we are alone now, why are you still lying to me?

"I knew you were Wei Ziqin's friend, but so what?

"I hope you realize that a true princess like Wei Ziqin will never have a true friendship with ordinary people like you and me. Your friendship with him is built on his love for you."

Even when he spoke, his eyes seemed to lose focus.

He was stunned by the turn of events at the Hidden Dragon Villa. However, when he got home and thought about the incident further, he realized that he had overestimated Chen Fan. However, the strong Wei Ziqin was, Chen Fan was only his friend, a bad friend back then.

Most rich people will have one or two poor friends at some point in their lives.

However, those friendships are often short-lived. Sooner or later, the rich and powerful will get tired of helping the poor.

After the auction, Jiang Churan went to Coco's bar again to see if anything had changed with Chen Fan. He's disappointed. Chen Fan was still doing the hard work of a laborer.

Impatience flashed across Chen Fan's face, and then he said, "I've told you the truth. I own this house now. This has nothing to do with Wei Ziqin." www...com to visit.

A little frustrated, Chen Fan turned around and started down the path, leaving the girl alone.

He could not believe that Chen Fan had left him a second time. Anger rose up inside him, and he shouted at the arrogant boy:

"Chen Fan, you can't depend on Wei Ziqin forever!"

Although Jiang Churan looked disappointed, many other feelings clashed in his heart.

He did not believe Chen Fan's claim, but deep down, he wished that he had told the truth.

And then, she was angry at herself for being bullied by Chen Fan, and she asked herself why she cared so much about him?

Meanwhile, unknown to Chen Fan, there was a ship sailing towards Tian He City several thousand miles away from China.

"Master Hu, we are only ten miles away from the shore; we must dock now before we hit the reef."

"I'll drop off the ship and escort you across to the cost."

The captain spoke to a middle-aged man in fear.

The middle-aged man stood upright with his hands tied behind him. Despite the swelling waves that shook the ship, he stood still without a word.

Everyone in the captain looked at him like a freak.

He had been standing like this for 24 hours and not moving a muscle.

"No need for a ship."

The middle-aged man finally broke the silence.

His eyes seemed to be able to pierce through the gloomy sea and see the coastline ten miles away.

"Let the anchor down; I'll go there myself."

Everyone was shocked by what they heard.

They were still a dozen miles away from the shoreline; how could he reach the shore alone? Without the knowledge of the sea, the hidden stones would definitely destroy his boat.

Even as the captain was about to speak, he watched the middle-aged man jump over the fence and jump into the sea.

"Mr Hu!"

Everyone's heart is trapped in their throat. They lean against the fence and look down, and what they see will stay with them for the rest of their lives.

They saw the middle-aged man running on the broken surface of the sea as if it was solid ground. He shot towards the shore at incredible speed, following behind a row of glittering backwaves.

The captain fell onto the deck; shaking uncontrollably, but he could still say a few words: "Is he ... Sea Dragon Master?"