Han Yu exhaled slowly before turning toward ng Jueyan.
"Everything is prepared?" he asked.
"Yes, master," she replied calmly. "All instructions have already been distributed. Your workshops can maintain basic operation for at least several months even without your direct supervision. And if i take help of the Puppet Peak, it can be handled for two years at the minimum."
Han Yu nodded.
He had already arranged countless backup asures.
Senior maintenance Jiangshi had received additional command protocols.
The Green Class Trust Jiangshi would oversee standard repair operations.
His hidden surveillance network would continue functioning.
Financial operations had been distributed carefully between ng Jueyan, Qing Luan’s external network, and several specialized accounting Jiangshi.
Even his political contacts had already received plausible excuses for his temporary absence.
At this point...
There was little left to prepare.
Han Yu finally stepped outside the palace.
The mont he erged from the mountain estate, countless disciples throughout the surrounding areas imdiately noticed him.
And almost instantly...
Everyone bowed.
So directly knelt.
Outer Court disciples lowered themselves completely to the ground without even daring to look upward.
Inner Court disciples folded their fists respectfully.
Even Core disciples showed proper deference.
Not because Han Yu demanded it.
But because his influence had already reached a terrifying level within the sect.
Ju Fan’s na now carried enormous weight throughout the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect.
He controlled the Jiangshi market.
The mining puppets.
Several critical industries.
And unknowingly to almost everyone...
An underground intelligence empire.
Han Yu barely glanced at them while ascending into the air.
Then his figure transford into a streak of cold light that shot toward the northeastern horizon.
He did not leave through the sect gates.
Legacy Disciples possessed authority far beyond ordinary mbers.
The sect barriers recognized his identity automatically and opened silently before him.
Soon the enormous mountain ranges of the sect disappeared behind him.
The blood red skies stretched endlessly overhead.
Dark clouds drifted slowly across the horizon.
Violence filled the land naturally.
Blood Qi seeped into rivers and forests.
Mutated beasts road everywhere.
And countless dangerous zones littered the continent like scars.
Roughly a hundred kiloters away from the sect, Han Yu finally slowed and stopped midair above a desolate rocky region.
The wind howled around him.
Without turning his head, he spoke calmly into empty air.
"Report."
The surrounding shadows suddenly twisted.
Then...
One after another, figures erged soundlessly around him.
Dozens of specialized Jiangshi appeared like ghosts materializing from darkness itself.
These were his personal hidden guards.
Modified Fear Jiangshi combined with Cursed Phantasm Jiangshi traits.
Version Two Violet Class Jiangshi.
Their bodies flickered faintly like smoke while their presences remained almost completely hidden.
Even standing directly before Han Yu, they felt strangely unreal.
One stepped forward and bowed.
"The surrounding region has already been scouted."
"No hostile surveillance detected."
"Three suspicious presences were observed previously but have already departed."
"Two belonged to ordinary sect scouts."
"The final one remains unidentified but did not continue tracking."
Han Yu listened carefully.
His eyes narrowed slightly at the unidentified observer.
Still...
Nothing unexpected.
A Legacy Disciple leaving the sect always attracted so attention.
Especially one like Ju Fan.
"Continue standard operation," Han Yu ordered.
"Spread outward and maintain hidden surveillance."
"Yes, Master."
The Jiangshi answered in eerie unison.
Then their bodies dissolved into drifting black smoke before vanishing entirely.
Monts later, even Han Yu could barely sense them anymore.
Only then did he continue flying northeast.
The journey ahead would not be short.
The northeastern border sat among the most distant regions of the Blood Continent.
Even traveling continuously at Han Yu’s speed would take significant ti.
And the path itself was dangerous.
Several regions ahead were infamous even among sect cultivators.
There were ancient forests filled with Nascent Soul realm beasts.
Blood marshes capable of swallowing cultivators alive.
Mountain ranges occupied by mutated creatures exposed to Blood Qi for thousands of years.
Even Han Yu could not afford carelessness.
Especially now.
Because sowhere ahead...
Sothing connected to Madam Cold Fang might truly exist.
And that possibility made Han Yu far more uneasy than he wished to admit.
Han Yu’s journey across the Blood Continent lasted nearly three full months.
Even for a cultivator of his level, crossing such a massive land was far from simple. The Blood Continent itself was an enormous place filled with dangers, strange terrains, and regions where even experienced cultivators vanished without leaving behind bones.
The further he traveled from the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, the more strange and yet ’normal’, the world beca.
The influence of the sect weakened slowly over distance. In the central territories, nearly every city and settlent held the sect’s banners openly. Patrols road the skies, officials maintained order, and even rogue cultivators behaved cautiously.
But further outward...
The land beca a bit more lawless.
Han Yu traveled mostly alone through the skies, though he rarely flew openly for too long. In safer territories he moved quickly through the air, but whenever he approached dangerous zones he concealed himself and proceeded cautiously.
The first month of travel remained relatively calm.
He crossed several large provinces under the influence of the sect. Massive mining cities stretched across black mountains filled with exposed blood crystal veins. Entire settlents existed purely for refining ores or raising mutated beasts.
Han Yu even passed one enormous industrial city where gigantic corpse puppets pulled chains thicker than tree trunks while hauling entire sections of mountains into refining pits.
The sll there had been unbearable.
Molten tal.
Rotting blood.
Burned flesh.
And smoke thick enough to darken the sky permanently.
Han Yu did not stay long.
Further onward he passed through the Scarlet Marshlands, a region where the rivers themselves had turned dark red due to excessive Blood Qi contamination. Strange plants grew everywhere there. Massive flowers with teeth lined the waterways while giant insects buzzed constantly overhead.
The locals traveled by boat rather than road.
Han Yu observed one village where even children carried poison blades casually at their waists.
Yet strangely enough...
Life there seed normal to them.
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