SHING—SHING—SHING!
Across the green fifty-mile expanse of the Royal Plains between Tiger-Jaw Pass and Golden-Crow Capital, flashes of blinding silver sword-light danced like horizontal lightning bolts three inches above the dirt.
At the very front of the construction column walked Ye Guhan (Rank 5 Mid Foundation Establishment), his white robes spotless as he casually swung his heavy black iron sword left and right.
Every time his blade flashed, a hundred-yard-wide strip of bumpy dirt road, wild thorn-bushes, and sunken ditches was sliced as flat and level as a carpenter’s table!
“Seventy-two thousand, four hundred and ten swings...” Ye Guhan muttered to himself, his cold eyes shining with genuine martial focus as he checked the smooth dirt grade behind him. “Lord Pei was right. Keeping a hundred-yard sword-wave completely horizontal without dipping by a tenth of an inch across fifty miles of uneven terrain requires ten times more Qi control than fighting a normal duel! My Foundation Establishment Sword Intent has already grown fifteen percent denser since we left Jade-Bell City!”
Right above Ye Guhan’s head, his floating tooltip flickered happily:
Fifty yards behind Ye Guhan rolled the giant Qi-Powered Cement-Mixer Wagon and the Spirit-Asphalt Heating Truck.
Inside the cement wheel, Daoist Rotten-Bone (Immortal Advisor #1) jogged enthusiastically while pumping his liquid Rank 5 Qi into the mixer drums, pouring a continuous river of quick-drying gray spirit-concrete onto the left side of the roadbed. Right beside him on the asphalt truck, Master Pill-Fire (Immortal Advisor #3) stood in his yellow Debtor…
