Chapter 209
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The next morning, before leaving, Long Bufan called An Sen and Bo Xiong over and delegated the management of the territory to them. As for Wu Yi and the others in the refining room, Long Bufan gave them more than a dozen design drawings to study. They were three concept drawings of bicycles, hot air balloons, and cars.
Of course, Long Bufan, who was a special forces soldier, did not understand the principles behind such a complicated high-tech product like a car. He only drew a design drawing of the car's outer shell and then imagined using the principles of primordial crystal stones and runic arrays to drive the car.
These few concept designs were enough for Wu Yi and the others to study for a long time. Now, the five brothers would not leave even if they were driven away. This was because in the past, they had been doing some boring refining all day long in the sect, and their progress was slow. However, in Long Bufan's place, there were always new things that changed their old refining routine.
As fellow disciples, Long Bufan naturally would not let Wu Yi and the others work too hard. He had An Sen spend a lot of money to hire the dwarf blacksmith Luo Yan and forty to fifty alchemy apprentices to form a research team.
Because Storm City was far away from the imperial capital Yulan City, it would take five days even if they rode at full speed. Long Bufan did not want to waste time, so he took Xiao Bai and flew directly back to Ling Xuanwu Province. Li Yun was not directly under Long Bufan's control. His task was to escort Long Bufan safely back to the imperial capital and report back.
However, Long Bufan had the pretentious skill of flying on his sword. Li Yun could only take hundreds of cavalrymen and bitterly cross the mountains to rush back to the imperial capital. Looking at the shadow in the sky that was gradually getting smaller and smaller, they could only let out a sigh of relief, unable to catch up with him.
Whoosh —
In the boundless sky, Long Bufan flew on his sword in high spirits. Wherever he passed, a white fog-like flight path appeared in the air due to the frost emitted by the Blue Ice Sword.
It was not until dusk that Long Bufan finally landed at the foot of the mountain in Ling Xuanwu Province.
"Aha ~, Junior Brother Long, long time no see!"
Big Fatty Zhu, who had just purchased food from the city, happened to bump into Long Bufan and immediately walked over happily. Behind him were five servants from the Ovens, each of them pushing a cart full of vegetables and meat.
Looking at his fellow apprentices in the Fire Workshop, Long Bufan felt a little emotional. He couldn't help but think of the days when he was a handyman. At that time, his life was very monotonous. His daily work was just to cook for the people of the sect. Occasionally, he would slack off and brag, or fight with the supervisor of the chores area, or steal some lingzhi mushrooms and jade fruits from the elders. His life was very comfortable.
But now, Long Bufan was not only an Outer Temple disciple of the sect, but he had also been roped in by the imperial power. He was now the lord of a region, and his status far surpassed that of Big Fatty Zhu and the others from the Ovens.
"Senior Brother Zhu, long time no see."
Long Bufan greeted him with a smile. He took a large bag of flour from Big Fatty Zhu's hands. It weighed several hundred kilograms, but to the current Long Bufan, it didn't affect him at all. Although his status as an Outer Temple disciple was higher than that of a servant, when faced with Big Fatty Zhu and the others, Long Bufan's heart was still that of a little servant from the Ovens. He didn't think too highly of himself.
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