The next morning, he returned to the research institute and had over a dozen warehouses, each over a thousand square meters, cleared out.
The items he brought back from the Wan Qu Realm were all unleashed at once.
After finishing this, he turned and went back home.
Xi Tong had previously reminded him that his current body still had many untapped potentials.
First, there was the appearance of an alien with blue skin and three eyes, and now the discovery of the Wan Qu Realm.
This world was filled with too many unknowns; he had to find a way to improve his combat power!
In the villa area by Eight-Clawed Lake, he casually found a vacant villa and moved in.
Xi Tong, on his own, returned to the Wan Qu Realm to catch phoenixes for Fang Er's group of wives.
The group of black dragons was temporarily led by Pikachu, allowed to roam freely in the mountains and forests, with the restriction that they were not allowed to fly beyond the Australian border.
The shop's refresh system was no longer of much use.
Nuclear bombs and aircraft carriers had been unlocked, with the aircraft carriers including F35 fighter jets.
Apart from these items, he could obtain anything else he wanted by finding Huang Ta Gu in the future and exchanging gold for it; he could get as much as he desired.
In the villa, Fang Er sat on a chair in the courtyard, his eyes closed, reviewing the battles he had experienced.
He imagined how he could respond more efficiently and effectively if he were to go through them again.
His divine sense, strengthened by the system, functioned like a high-speed computer, spinning furiously.
All his abilities and attack methods were meticulously sorted out by him.
Two months passed in a flash. During this time, aside from Chai Yue and others bringing him food and occasionally chatting with him or playing cards, he had very little interaction with the outside world.
Even when there was, he would simply write down his needs on a slip of paper and have it delivered to Li Tai for processing.
One day, Li Tai arrived in person, carrying a case.
"Dean, the things you wanted!"
Entering the courtyard, he placed the case on the table and opened it to reveal a set of shimmering, radiant clothes and a broad-backed greatsword.
Fang Er nodded, gestured to a chair beside him for Li Tai to sit, and then reached out to pick up the clothes.
Calling them clothes might be a bit inaccurate.
The entire set was made from dragon scales, with dragon bones reinforcing the chest and back respectively.
However, calling it armor or a suit of mail would make it seem rather flimsy.
The size was tailored to Fang Er's physique. He tried it on and moved around a few times, finding it incredibly light.
The greatsword was also constructed layer by layer from dragon scales—a dragon scale sword!
Of course, with his current physical condition, even wearing a full suit of bright silver armor wouldn't feel heavy.
"Dean, do these clothes and sword have any particular use?" Li Tai asked, somewhat perplexed.
In his opinion, these two items served no purpose other than to look flashy.
The dragon scales on the clothes, after being softened and shaped, had greatly reduced protective capabilities.
At close range, they could only block bullets from a Type 54, and couldn't even withstand an AK, let alone a large-caliber sniper rifle.
If the Skyfire Army were to attack now, they would undoubtedly use missiles. What use was this thin layer of dragon scale armor?
The sword was somewhat better; with a strong thrust, it might be able to kill a pig.
"Want to know?" Fang Er's lips curled into a smile.
The moment he put on the dragon scale armor, he had tested it. Although the dragon scales had been treated, their original properties had not significantly changed.
"Of course, I want to know!" Li Tai nodded earnestly.
Making this armor was incredibly difficult!
The original dragon scales were very sturdy; even an AK round would only leave a small white mark the size of a peanut, without penetrating.
Therefore, the difficulty of crafting these items can be imagined.
However, for a foodie, nothing from a living creature was beyond processing.
If it couldn't be pierced in its normal state, it should be put into an abnormal state.
For instance, thrown into a pressure cooker!
When he first started making them, either the heat was insufficient, or it was too much.
If the heat was insufficient, the dragon scales came out of the pot looking the same.
If the heat was too much, the dragon scales stewed into a thick, viscous substance...
A foul-smelling, fishy colloid...
"Hahahaha! Then I'll let you see!"
With a hearty laugh, Fang Er tossed the dragon scale sword aside and fully activated his divine sense.
The dragon scale sword vibrated slightly, and then an invisible force lifted it into the air.
The inherent property of the dragon scales became apparent: anti-gravity!
This was the fundamental reason why dragons could fly without wings!
Fang Er took a step, landing on the flying sword, while simultaneously causing his dragon scale armor to emit an anti-gravity field.
With the combined effect of the armor and the sword, he stood on the sword and flew towards the sky!
"What the hell?!" Li Tai froze, his mouth agape, wide enough to fit a giant horn’s treasure.
"Holy cow! You... you're flying?" He was utterly bewildered!
Without any flying apparatus, Fang Er had just flown up in front of him, and was soaring higher and higher, already above the treetops!
The weather in Australia was now in autumn.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew. Fang Er, who had been feeling quite pleased with himself, suddenly found the situation somewhat amiss.
Damn it... he could only fly straight up and down!
There was no power to change direction... This was preposterous!
But seeing Li Tai's shocked expression below, he couldn't afford to make a fool of himself.
So, he feigned a calm demeanor, put his hands behind his back, and recited:
"I wish to return on the wind..."
"Whoosh..." The wind picked up significantly, blowing him directly away from the villa.
"Holy cow! Dean, come down and let this king try!" Li Tai excitedly rushed out of the villa, his legs pumping as he ran after him.
But by now, under the effect of the anti-gravity fields of the dragon scale armor and sword, Fang Er was as light as a feather... How could he possibly catch up!
"Hahahaha!" In the sky, Fang Er desperately adjusted his posture, striving to remain standing.
As people on the internet in the future said, Eastern immortals must fly while standing!
Because those who flew while lying down were mounts...
By the Eight-Clawed Lake, Li Ke was walking beside Yuan Tiangang. The two of them were using explosives to blast crocodiles. Upon seeing Li Tai's figure, they couldn't help but look around.
But they saw nothing. Yuan Tiangang shook his head and sighed.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, another boy chasing the wind!"
"No, look at the sky!" Li Ke spotted Fang Er's figure and shouted excitedly.
Yuan Tiangang's hand, stroking his beard, trembled and plucked out a tuft of hair on the spot.
"This poor Daoist is F—!"
"Flying on a sword!"
"When did little Fang get this ability?" He was completely stunned!
A moment later, as if he had thought of something, he casually pulled out a flare from his懷 and fired it into the sky.