Everyone had not rested enough for the night, probably around two in the morning, everyone was woken up by Wang Fugui and then got on the vehicle, smoothly entering Nicaragua.
According to Wang Fugui, they needed to leave Nicaragua by noon and then enter Honduras, famously known as the "murder capital."
It was best to arrive in the capital of Honduras, Tegucigalpa, before sunset.
Because once the sun set, the crime rate in this city would exponentially increase.
The initial part of the journey went extremely smoothly, showing that Wang Fugui was indeed a professional. There were no incidents on the road, and they had already reached the border of Nicaragua.
But the group did not rush to cross the border.
Wang Fugui took out some fake mustaches and wigs and distributed them to everyone.
"Put on some disguises, folks. Not everyone gets this treatment," he said.
After finishing his sentence, Wang Fugui especially cautioned Xiu Nuo, "Especially you, damn it, everyone else seems to get darker as they go, but how come your skin seems to get even better? Are you sure you're here for smuggling and not for a beauty treatment?"
"Can't help being healthy," Xiu Nuo took the wig and asked, "What does this mean?"
"We're about to enter Honduras," Wang Fugui took a deep breath and said, "The place doesn't welcome small groups. I've contacted a smuggling group that arrived earlier. They have a bus, and we'll join them when we enter."
"So what about this beard and wig?"
"Inside the rainforest, the ones robbing us are drug traffickers and a variety of anti-government armed groups from Panama—nasty stuff off the books. But Honduras is different," he said.
Wang Fugui looked deeply at Xiu Nuo and continued, "Over there, the ones who'll rob us include drug traffickers, gangs, and even 'civilians'—be particularly wary of those 'civilians'! If you dare lay a hand on them, even just to take their guns, those people might just pull out a police badge!"
"Undercover cops over there are as numerous as rats, and believe me, you wouldn't think they're cops until they flash those badges."
"Moreover, they love to target East Asians, especially the likes of you," Wang Fugui paused and then added, "Know why?"
"Because we're rich," Lin Zi muttered.
"Congratulations, you got it right. And they are thorough, being able to produce a whole page of legal documentation, which is why I suggest keeping your money with me. I'll allow you to keep some. As for the two ladies,"
Wang Fugui looked at the two women and said regretfully, "If it aggrieves you, please just bear with it."
Xiao Rui and Linlin stayed silent.
Even if they were unwilling, they had to admit that smuggling was worlds apart from what they initially imagined.
"But what I'm describing is the worst-case scenario," Wang Fugui continued, "Do not leave the bus, even when resting, try not to wander around. My colleague will try to skirt around them. But those bastards will also be riding motorcycles to catch us, so pray, just pray we don't encounter those bastards."
After that, Wang Fugui took out a jar of black mud from nowhere: "Dirty your face and body a bit, so even if they capture you, they might not be able to tell where you're from."
The two girls hurriedly did as instructed, while Wang Fugui turned to look at Xiu Nuo, who hadn't moved.
Xiu Nuo cocked his head, "Do I need to?"
"Do you know?" Wang Fugui looked at Xiu Nuo and remarked, "Right now, you look even more attractive than those two dames. Don't forget, you also have two holes on you."
Xiu Nuo: "....."
Being disguised was naturally something Xiu Nuo was adept at. About half an hour later, everyone had altered their appearances.
At least they wouldn't be recognized as East Asians at a glance.
And the bus that Wang Fugui had made contact with had already arrived.
Xiu Nuo and the others boarded the bus, and when Xiu Nuo saw the composition of the smugglers inside, he couldn't help but admire Wang Fugui even more.
The reason was simple. Over half of the people on the bus were Asians.
This guy also knew the principle of hiding in plain sight.
The bus was clearly already full, with many standing even in the aisle.
When Xiu Nuo and his group boarded, the already crowded bus became even more so.
The air inside was filled with various indescribable scents.
In such a hostile environment, where death could come at any moment, it was understandable for the Central Americans, but what were those Asian guys hoping to gain by smuggling themselves?
The environment was so harsh that Xiu Nuo couldn't even focus enough to cultivate the Qi and Blood Power inside his body.
Xiu Nuo immediately found Wang Fugui, "I need a more comfortable place to sleep."
Wang Fugui was about to object to something Xiu Nuo said, but after seeing Xiu Nuo's gaze, he could only sigh, "That's another expense."
After speaking, Wang Fugui went to talk to the guide on the bus. After a conversation, Wang Fugui handed him something. Then, the guide yanked down the guy sitting on the engine cover next to the driver.
Clearly, that spot now belonged to Xiu Nuo.
Wang Fugui was actually feeling a bit nervous inside. The spot was spacious, but... with the bumpy dirt road, there was nothing to hold onto, and a sudden stop could easily fling Xiu Nuo out.
But then, Wang Fugui realized he had worried too much.
The murderer was stuck to the smooth cover as if he had strong glue on his butt!
For a moment, Wang Fugui began to doubt himself, wondering... could Stucco Air Husbandry really be a thing?
Meanwhile, Xiu Nuo was quickly cultivating the Divine Soul and Essence Blood Power within his Sea of Consciousness.
The nearly one-and-a-half-day safe journey, combined with the Divine Souls from before, had gradually pieced together the once shattered body of the Sword Spirit.
Only the last two pieces were left. Once assembled, the Sword Spirit could transform from a broken sword into... a roughly glued together sword, albeit crudely.
Aside from the Sword Spirit, Xiu Nuo also needed to refine his Essence Blood.
Although reaching the first level of Body Refining was a first step into cultivation, it was essentially no different from a Mortal Martial Artist, comparable perhaps to a decade of their hard training. Each subsequent level would bring with it an increase in physical strength equivalent to ten or twenty years of effort.
After reaching the fourth level of Body Refining, Cultivators would possess the physical strength to dominate the top-tier Mortal Martial Artists and perform feats like wall-climbing effortlessly.
For now, though, Xiu Nuo wasn't thinking about the fourth level. The second level would suffice. Based on Chu Nan's memories, the prowess displayed by the second Body Refining stage should belong to a martial arts expert in this world, right?
Although Xiu Nuo had no idea what the Martial World was.
The Essence Blood from the people inside him, despite being largely consumed in debt repayment, had left him with signs of a breakthrough to the second Body Refining stage.
This was the way of the Demon Cultivator. With enough "Consumables" in hand, the Body Refining stage was the simplest for them.
However, the amount and quality of these materials mattered. The Power of Flesh from the creatures here was of extremely poor quality.
After some estimation, Xiu Nuo decided not to break through to the second Body Refining stage. Instead, he used the remaining Essence Blood Power to help the Sword Spirit absorb the Divine Soul, aiming to glue the shattered sword back together.
During Xiu Nuo's repair of the Sword Spirit, the bus had already entered Honduras.
As one of their destinations, Tegucigalpa, at this time, several individuals on motorcycles, each wielding an AK, were patrolling. It was like sharks drawn to the scent of blood.
A group of Mexicans with a Caucasian, driving around the streets, hunting for their prey.
Inside a decrepit hospital, an operating room appeared quite high-end, the surgical equipment ready to go, with several refrigeration boxes neatly placed on the side. A group of fierce-looking individuals were bowed over their phones, waiting for upcoming information to appear.