Two Realms: I am a Genius Magician

Chapter 80 Level 4

While all forces were searching for Han Qianfei, he was digging for star-patterned grass near Biqiu Lake.

With the Star-Patterned Grass in hand, the next target is the Magic Crystal.

Magic crystals are produced from mineral veins and their main function is to store magic power. They act as batteries or capacitors in the design of many magical devices. They are not expensive, but they have become a problem for Han Qianfei.

There must be mineral veins in the Hengduan Mountains, but the outer areas have already been mined, and he doesn't know their locations, so he can only search aimlessly.

He headed towards the edge of the Hengduan Mountains, thinking that it was better to buy magic crystals in Batan City than to search for them. Magic crystals were something that ordinary people could afford with some effort, and for him, they were just a drop in the ocean. He could exchange a magic core for a cartload of magic crystals.

But when he reached the edge, he saw many people searching for him.

Helpless, he could only turn around and walk back. He hadn't gone far when he saw a familiar face: Ye Hongren.

His eyes lit up. He turned off the drone that could only follow him, took off his mask, walked over, and recognized her.

When Ye Hongren saw Han Qianfei, his mouth opened into an "O" shape.

"Master, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the church? The church isn't in that overlapping area."

Han Qianfei said, "I came out a long time ago. I originally planned to look for materials to advance to level four in the Hengduan Mountains, but I didn't expect to be teleported to this God-Forsaken Land."

Ye Hongren's expression was one of doubt.

Han Qianfei then asked, "What are you doing here? What's the situation in the city right now?"

"The Vatican seemed to have anticipated this situation and began deploying controls early on. A group of experts firmly sealed off Batan City, preventing anyone from accessing the Forsaken Land."

"and you?"

"I'm so curious! Another world! Just think how amazing it is! I have to see it."

Han Qianfei said, "Do me a favor first: go back to the Mithril Pavilion and get me nine magic crystals."

"You really want a promotion!"

It hasn't been that long.

Han Qianfei said, "I'm a genius, don't make a fuss."

Ye Hongren said, "Alright, after we get it back, can my sister give me a kiss?"

"Don't be so disrespectful, call me master."

"Master~"

"Oh no, I'm scared, let's go quickly."

Ye Hongren gave Han Qianfei a deep look and said, "Are those people from the Forsaken Land looking for you? Are you also from the Forsaken Land? You're doing so badly there?"

Han Qianfei said, "Don't talk nonsense, I just have some grudges with them."

"Haha, look at your outfit. I'm not saying anything more. I'll wait for my sister to come back." Ye Hongren turned and left, her figure as agile as a cheetah, disappearing into the dense forest in the blink of an eye.

Han Qianfei stared in the direction she had disappeared, muttering, "Have we been exposed?"

He had always been puzzled by Ye Hongren's background. Back in the training camp on Sanhu Island, everyone was an ordinary person, but she was the only one with formidable strength.

Han Qianfei had no doubt that if she had wanted to, she could have killed ninety-nine people, including him, in a short period of time.

During subsequent training, she remained low-key, showing no particular purpose, and had a sense of decadence, as if she were just living day by day.

Later, Jiang Xue'er asked her to protect herself, which she readily accepted. Was it really because she was under duress from her teacher?

Wasn't that going overboard?

When she encountered Wang Yan at Biqiu Lake, she was truly facing a life-threatening situation.

At this moment, she seemed to guess that she came from another world. Would she still be as loyal as before?

Han Qianfei suddenly frowned, feeling a sense of self-loathing.

Not long ago, he had just begun to suspect Yu Yichen, one of his few friends.

Now, he began to doubt Ye Hongren, the benefactor who had saved his life.

Life shouldn't be filled with so much doubt. Even if things take the worst possible turn, accept the bad outcome; at worst, you'll just have to embrace death. Don't become someone you don't like.

At this moment, Han Qianfei seemed to transcend the narrow perspective of the individual, looking down at himself from above, and making a fair, objective, and rational self-evaluation.

Suddenly, he felt his mind become incredibly relaxed, as if a porcelain plate covered in oil had been washed clean with water and become spotless.

The lingering effects of those perverts in the church, and the mindset distorted by immense pain in the royal family, have now completely dissipated, as if those experiences belonged to someone else.

This sudden enlightenment not only cleared the mirror of my mind but also enhanced my spiritual power.

He felt the barrier between levels being frantically assaulted by the tide of mental energy, as if he were about to step into level four at any moment.

Unfortunately, the upgrade ceremony is the key to advancement and cannot be omitted.

About an hour later, Han Qianfei headed in the direction Ye Hongren had left.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of fighting. Before he could go forward to check, a figure flew backward from the direction of the sound.

Han Qianfei looked closely and realized it was Ye Hongren!

He hurriedly caught Ye Hongren's body, only to feel a warm sensation on his hands. When he looked up, he saw that his palms and forearms were stained with blood.

Upon closer inspection, Han Qianfei realized that Ye Hongren was now like a lump of mud, his spine and ribs shattered into powder, and he was definitely not going to survive.

"How...how could this be?"

"You're an expert; there's never anything you can't handle."

Ye Hongren spat out blood and uttered a single, indistinct word: "Run!"

Han Qianfei saw the murderer, who was floating towards them with his legs dangling, his expression neither sad nor happy.

It was Huang Qiang, a level six master of the Wanderer class!

"I've found you."

A surge of overwhelming hatred welled up in Han Qianfei's heart, and an impulse to act recklessly urged him on.

Ultimately, reason prevailed over impulse. He knew that with his level 5 physical cultivation, he was far from being a match for a level 3 mage.

He put on the Golden-Winged Roc mask, straightened up while holding Ye Hongren, and said, "You're the wandering swordsman who ambushed me last time. Aren't you going to give up yet?"

Huang Qiang's face turned cold as he looked at the suddenly appearing drone, and he wanted to shoot it down immediately.

Immediately, he remembered Elder Wei's instructions: Han Qianfei could die, but the public absolutely could not suspect the authorities. Furthermore, he needed to record evidence that Han Qianfei was killed by the Wang family.

Huang Qiang gritted his teeth and said, "I was just passing by."

After saying that, he left.

Han Qianfei knew that soon after Huang Qiang left, experts from the Wang family would arrive here.

He seemed unconcerned, simply looking at Ye Hongren in his arms, and asked, "Is there any other way?"

Ye Hongren frowned, speaking with great difficulty: "In my arms."

Han Qianfei took a blood-stained cloth bag from her arms, inside which were ten magic crystals.

Ye Hongren said again, "Don't go back to Han."

Ye Hongren left.

Han Qianfei carried her body and sped towards the Hengduan Mountains. At the shore of Biqiu Lake, he used spatial gravity to throw Ye Hongren's body into the center of the lake.

In modern terms, this is considered a beautiful place nestled between mountains and water, and one will surely be reborn into a good family in the next life.

The body sank to the bottom of the lake. A small blue crab's bulging eyes flickered, and it crawled towards Ye Hongren's corpse.

Han Qianfei successfully advanced to level four by the lake.

Class: Mage (Metal, Water, Lightning, Space)

Rating: 4

Physical condition: 3301

Mental Power: 1999

Feathering energy reserve: 0

Skill acquired: (Folding)

Time travel countdown: 12 days and 17 hours