Chapter 21 "Let’s set aside how a mere Mid-Stage Warrior managed to become a Consultant!"​"Let’s focus on the here and now. This journey spans two bases across a vast, lethal wilderness. If we encounter a powerful beast and you, with your pathetic cultivation, end up in over your head, what then? Do we risk our lives to save you?"​"If we leave you to die, it looks bad on the Alliance. If we save you, you become a millstone around our necks!"​Zhang Xuan stood tall, a mocking sneer plastered across his face.​Initially, the title of "Consultant" had made him wary. But learning that Mo Fan was only at the Mid-Stage of the Warrior realm had instantly dissolved his caution, replacing it with a burning, bitter jealousy.​Why him? Guests of the Emerald Union enjoyed lavish benefits, absolute freedom, and significant authority. Each branch was limited to only two such positions. Even someone of Zhang Xuan's talent hadn't

Chapter 23 ​Mo Fan focused his mind and ignited his newly acquired space talent.​Instantly, his consciousness seemed to ripple outward, detaching from the physical confines of his body. Within a fifty-meter radius, every detail of his surroundings was projected into his mind like a crystal-clear reflection on a still lake. He could feel the very fabric of reality—the subtle fluctuations of every spatial node in the area.​Everything was under his absolute control.​This was Spatial Perception. With this mental map as his guide, Mo Fan could bridge the gap between two points by simply willing it. He picked a target across the room.​Zip.​His body vanished, reappearing at the destination almost before the air could rush in to fill the void he had left behind. The transition was so instantaneous that it challenged even his own elite reflexes.​"The power of space... it's truly in a league of its own," Mo Fan whisper

Chapter 25 ​At this moment, Mo Fan’s bones radiated a jade-like luster, his blood surged like a molten river, and his entire being exuded a terrifying, primordial pressure.​Inside his body, a symphony of crackling sounds erupted as every bone adjusted and every drop of mercury-dense blood accelerated. Beneath his clothes, his muscles swelled with raw power, his skin flushed deep red, and sweat poured off him like rain.​A violent trembling took hold of his frame. Waves of sharp, agonizing pain washed over his soul, as if his very skeleton were being shattered and reforigned.​To open the Dantian, a warrior must harmonize their essence, energy, and spirit into a single point. It is a moment of total sublimation where the body acts as a vacuum, pulling in the energy of Heaven and Earth to stabilize the new internal space. Many warriors, hindered by mediocre talent, must spend years slowly accumulating enough vitality to force the Dantia

Chapter 27 ​​The first light of dawn had barely touched the canopy when the team set out.​Ye Yu led the way, her eyes fixed on the glowing jade plate, while the warriors formed a defensive perimeter. They moved with efficient speed, covering vast distances in a matter of hours. Though they encountered several packs of ferocious beasts, the combined might of forty Peak Warriors and Mo Fan’s overwhelming strength meant every threat was neutralized before it could truly begin.​"This realm is truly treacherous," Ye Yu remarked, glancing at Mo Fan. "Honestly, if you weren't here to protect us, I wouldn't dare dream of reaching the Xuanyuan Chalcedony."​Mo Fan offered a non-committal smile. He knew better than to take her humility at face value. As a high-ranking member of the Emerald Union who had reached the Peak stage in just two years, Ye Yu was no damsel in distress. She possessed a refined Sword Intent and likely held life-saving tr

Chapter 29 ​"Awooo! Growl!"​A tide of hybrids surged toward him, but as Mo Fan unleashed the Storm-Thunder Blade, the monsters fell like harvested grain.​The true brilliance of this technique was revealed in the heat of a group melee. Each strike was faster than the last, each swing heavier than the one before. Moving with the speed of a gale, Mo Fan layered his attacks until they formed a continuous, sweeping wall of steel. He gave the enemy no room to breathe, no gap to exploit. To touch his blade was to die; to even be grazed by its energy was to be crippled.​Mo Fan carved a path forward, step by bloody step. Behind him lay a trail of severed limbs and a ground soaked crimson.​"All of you, together!" the Sirius King barked, his voice cracking with shock.​He hadn't expected a human warrior to possess such deviant, overwhelming power. This was far beyond the level of the other interlopers. He realized with a jolt of fear