Super War God in the City
Chapter 725 - 725: 725

Aoma heard this and couldn't help but be slightly shocked, exclaiming in surprise, "Beiming, it seems you haven't been idle these past two years!"

With a sigh, Aoma speculated that Ling Fan must have made some mysterious connections back in Huaxia.

After all, an abundance of mysterious legends circulate throughout this ancient land of Huaxia.

Ling Fan shook his head, "The Martial Arts World of Huaxia, as it appears on the surface, might be adequate in dealing with other forces, but when it comes to superpowers like the Shenwu Institute, it is quite lacking!"

"Oh? Then you..." Aoma's confusion deepened.

"I plan to take a trip to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, the real ancient sects and powers of Huaxia are hidden there!" Ling Fan's eyes flickered as he spoke indifferently.

"Hiss~"

Aoma felt another shock, took a sharp breath of cold air, and stared at Ling Fan.

Those Hundred Thousand Great Mountains were even more mysterious than Bermuda; all the world's great powers had attempted to enter, only to return without success.

"Beiming, are you familiar with that place?" Aoma asked, full of astonishment.

"I've skirted the periphery twice before. As for the inner situation, I really don't have a clear idea.

However, the ancient sects that vanished from Huaxia must surely be located there. Not long ago, I killed two fellows who came out from that place," Ling Fan spoke calmly.

Aoma was once again startled and, after a moment of silence, cautioned, "In any case, be very careful. Our entire plan's success or failure hinges on you!

If something happens to you, our whole scheme might go down the drain!"

In truth, all these matters could not be separated from the sterling reputation of Ling Beiming. As long as Ling Fan was alive, this prominent reputation would forever have a deterrent effect on various forces.

Ling Fan nodded slightly at the words, "Don't worry, I have it all figured out!"

Aoma didn't say much more. After the two communicated about other relevant matters, they parted ways, each heading in different directions.

Aoma needed to visit Xia Ying in Binzhou, naturally, there were numerous related matters to arrange, and he had to hurry to prepare.

After separating, Ling Fan pondered. The journey ahead promised more danger than safety; before setting out, he needed to visit Wolong Garden to see the old man first.

As he contemplated, his feet moved swiftly, his figure becoming like the wind, turning into a streaking shadow weaving through the mountains and forests.

Half a day later, in the Imperial Capital, Wolong Garden.

"Chief, Ling Fan said he'd be coming to see you in a bit!" Secretary Song reported promptly.

Ling Fan had called him not long before, and soon after hanging up the phone, he went to report to the old master.

However, just after Secretary Song finished speaking, he saw Official Ling stride confidently in, as if he was walking in his own home.

Secretary Song, seeing this, inwardly smiled wryly, thinking the young man had made the call just upon reaching the door.

The old master was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled and teased, "Ling Kid, you've really outdone yourself on this trip!"

"Old man, save the sarcastic remarks; I almost got planted out there and couldn't return!" Ling Fan grumbled, walking straight over to sit across from the old master.

"Heh, when did you become so humble? You seem to have a good relationship with the Holy See!" the old master laughed softly, ribbing him.

"To forge iron, one must be strong. I cannot always depend on others!" Ling Fan sighed.

The old master smacked his lips, noticing this young one had become more modest after his trip.

"Right, I came here for some serious business!" Ling Fan collected his thoughts and spoke earnestly.

Seeing this, the old master too put aside his teasing.

"I'm planning to venture into the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains," announced Ling Fan calmly.

The old master's eyes widened in shock at the news, "Kid, what did you say?"

It wasn't just the old master who was astonished; even Secretary Song beside him widened his eyes in disbelief.

"I said, I'm planning a trip into the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains," Ling Fan casually poured himself a cup of tea and repeated.

Trying to keep his composure, the old master exchanged a baffled look with Secretary Song, both at a loss for words.

After a long while, the old master finally managed to steady his emotions.

"Kid, what are you thinking? Going in there alone, I really don't agree!" the old master frowned.

Given that Ling Fan's cultivation had not fully recovered, venturing into the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains was far too dangerous at this time.

"Rest assured, I'm notoriously hard to kill; it's not that easy for something to happen to me!" Ling Fan replied with a faint smile.

"Enough with the nonsense. How confident are you? To what extent has your cultivation recovered? If you've reached the Half-step Divine Realm, then I won't stop you," the old master said gravely.

He had high hopes for Ling Fan. With the current state of Ling's cultivation, proceeding would be reckless.

Seeing the master's reaction, Ling Fan gave a wry smile, "I mean, you're getting on in years, how can you still be so impatient? Besides, I am trying to relieve some of your worries!"

The old master looked stern, "Cut the nonsense, kid. Are you seeking allies in there?"

Ling Fan glanced at the old master, silently critiquing, "He's still sharp in his old age, managing to guess a bit of my thoughts and intentions."

After a moment of contemplation, he said, "No need to persuade me further; I've made up my mind!"

Hearing this, the old master's expression stiffened as he grumbled, "Fine then, what are your last words?"

At that, Ling Fan couldn't help but chuckle, "Heh, nothing too critical. Just take care of my friends for me.

This trip might take a while, several months at least! If something were to happen to them when I return, don't blame me for speaking harshly!"

Taking a deep breath, the old master nodded, "Alright, as long as I'm still alive, they won't come to harm.

But if you perish in there, I'm not looking after them for life!"

Ling Fan responded with a light smile, "By then, you might not have a choice but to care for them!"

"Hmmph, get lost!" the old master huffed irately.

"I won't trouble you further, farewell!" Ling Fan said lightly, standing to leave.