After hanging up the phone, Su Fan began packing his luggage.
When traveling, cultivation naturally couldn’t be neglected.
The basics of feng shui formations were essential, along with other books on Daoist thought and detailed explanations.
Clothes were a must. The weather in Washington State was nice, but not as warm as California. The small town was rainy and drizzly, so a waterproof climbing jacket or an umbrella would be a good idea.
Maybe he could go camping?
Su Fan thought to himself as he stuffed things into his pack.
At the end, he didn’t forget to grab his lightning-struck wood knuckle dusters and his longsword.
Speaking of the longsword, after his last battle with Malthus, Su Fan had been thinking about ways to carry a longsword with him.
There were roughly three methods.
First, refine the longsword into one’s own life-bound Dharma sword. A Dharma sword could expand and shrink at will, and could even be stored in the dantian to be nourished with spiritual energy.
Once refined this way, even an ordinary sword could unleash tremendous power in battle.
Second, using artifact refinement and special techniques, condense the longsword into a sword pellet. Like a spirit sword, a sword pellet could expand and retract at will, though it lacked the wondrous power of a spirit sword that resonated with its wielder’s heart.
The last method was something like a Sumeru mustard seed—a divine ability that could open up an independent space to carry around. Then it wouldn’t matter whether it was a longsword or anything else; it could all be placed inside.
But unfortunately, none of the three methods worked.
Artifact refinement required large amounts of rare minerals, and never mind where those materials would come from.
Su Fan himself knew nothing about the craft of artifact refinement.
He was already studying books on feng shui, and with dual cultivation of mind and body, he didn’t have excess energy to devote to artifact refinement.
But it wasn’t a big problem.
After checking in the longsword last time, Su Fan had looked into it and knew which airlines and airports allowed longswords to be checked in.
Otherwise, with Hollywood being about 4,000 kilometers from his destination, renting a car and driving himself would take two days and he still wouldn’t arrive.
Once he got there, he could just put it in his pack or disguise it as a trekking pole. Anyway, that area was sparsely populated, and he could take the opportunity to further temper his sword-controlling technique.
Ever since his spiritual sense range had increased, he still hadn’t tested what the speed and power of sword control at a range of five hundred meters was like.
Before long, Su Fan had already picked up his luggage.
Hanging up the “Temporarily Closed” sign and locking the front door, Su Fan headed toward the airport he had found earlier.
In his previous life, Su Fan had traveled too, but that had all been budget travel during college.
After graduation, as a standard 996 workhorse, even on a rare vacation, he had to worry about returning to work.
During the trip, just thinking about having to keep working overtime when he got back made him feel dispirited, and even rather magnificent scenery seemed to dim.
But things were different now.
A sole proprietor, with a bit of assets, able to leave whenever he wanted.
Plus, with his strength, he feared no unexpected situations.
This trip, he could relax completely, body and soul.
No one, nothing could stop him from this vacation.
No one.
Thinking of this, Su Fan’s footsteps became much lighter.
With a joyful mood and free-flowing thoughts, it seemed the circulation of his spiritual power had sped up a bit as well.
How delightful.
Su Fan didn’t immediately try to sense whether it was just a psychological effect.
Even if it wasn’t real, he’d treat it as real.
Before even reaching the airport, Su Fan felt as if his mind was already wandering beyond the mortal world, his spirits soaring.
When no one was around, he flickered and appeared a hundred meters away.
If it weren’t broad daylight, Su Fan might have ridden the wind on a whim and traveled through the air.
But even running on his own two legs, his speed wasn’t slow.
Before long, the airport gained a young face carrying a travel pack.
“One ticket to Seattle, please.”
——
New Orleans, Mayfair family.
Ron was currently in the ancestral home, reading through the documents she was about to sign.
Beside her, all kinds of folders were piled up like a mountain.
She had lingered too long at Su Fan’s place, so many matters had piled up together.
The Mayfair family naturally couldn’t come to a halt just because she wasn’t there. Back when her mother had been senile for many years, the family had still operated in an orderly fashion.
Which proved that such a colossal financial magnate family had never relied on members with psychic abilities to survive, but rather on the peripheral ordinary branches that they looked down upon.
By the way, after taking office, Ron had shown goodwill toward those branch families that had previously been oppressed.
As the family’s bad habit of close-relative intermarriage was abolished, there would be fewer and fewer people with psychic abilities.
It was an unstoppable trend that the Mayfair family would become an ordinary secular family in the future, and the family members had to be made to adapt to this in advance.
Because of this decision, Ron, as an outsider who had become family head, had been given plenty of dirty looks by the core members.
Even with that person’s deterrence, they still expressed their dissatisfaction so blatantly, which showed just how displeased they were with Ron’s actions.
But Ron didn’t care at all.
This bunch of people tied together still wouldn’t be enough for her to take down with a single bolt of lightning. If any of them dared to entertain any wild ideas, it would be a dead end.
Controlling a massive family with kindness alone was clearly impossible.
Most of the time, Ron wore a cold expression within the family.
This also caused her reputation among the psychic ability group in the family to worsen.
There were even titles circulating like “the Eastern exorcist’s concubine,” “the traitor who serves a terrifying existence,” and so on.
She was long used to it.
It was the several black elderly family elders who were rather agitated.
Yes, not angry—agitated.
Every few days they came to inquire whether Ron, having spent so long in Los Angeles, had had anything happen with that person.
Judging by their enthusiasm, they practically wished they could tie up this family head and throw her onto someone’s bed.
[Is it that I don’t want to? It’s all your fault.]
When she got truly annoyed, Ron couldn’t help but grumble inwardly.
Because of the earlier family matter, she had never been able to hold her head up in front of Su Fan.
She didn’t even dare to reveal the slightest bit of her own little feelings, afraid that if she spoke them aloud, even their current relationship couldn’t be maintained.
Ron considered her disguise quite perfect, yet she hadn’t expected Scarlett to see through her the very first time they met.
The other party kept teasing her about it, and in the end even said something like sleeping together in one big bed.
Ron was utterly shocked and retorted, asking how the other could have such an absurd idea.
But Scarlett’s answer left her speechless.
“This kind of thing happens all the time in the entertainment industry. What’s this little bit?”
“You can’t even imagine what those actresses do to get ahead.”
“Compared to those old men, those greasy pot-bellied guys, isn’t Su Fan much better?”
“Last time when I was being held, I secretly felt up his abs. The feel was quite nice.”
“Why don’t you try too?”
[Feeling up his abs… kinda envy—No, shameless!]
