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Chapter 536: Chapter 261: Foundation Establishment After a Hundred Years (Part 2)

After thinking it over, Jiang Feng decided to wait until he dealt with Xiao Zhan before considering it further.

What if, after going inside, he encountered danger and gave Xiao Zhan an opening to exploit?

Now, he had already laid his Foundation Establishment Base.

Becoming a genuine Human Dao Foundation Establishment powerhouse, Jiang Feng removed from his waist the Rusted Iron Sword he had been unable to refine for a hundred years.

This sword was obtained right here in this Underground Palace.

The original owner of the sword had attained seated death in the Underground Palace, and after death, his lingering aura remained on the Rusted Iron Sword, able to influence the sword’s intelligence.

Before he reached the Foundation Establishment Realm in cultivation, Jiang Feng simply couldn’t use the Rusted Iron Sword with ease. Now, with Foundation Establishment complete and danger looming, Jiang Feng had to seize the time to refine this sword first.

Grasping the sword in his hand once again, Jiang Feng clearly felt it had grown much lighter; this was the sword’s intelligence at work.

In the past, Jiang Feng wasn’t strong enough.

It felt that Jiang Feng was unworthy and opposed him, but now that Jiang Feng had become a Foundation Establishment powerhouse, a single thought could completely suppress its intelligence, making it no longer dare to harbor any foul intentions.

Jiang Feng immediately began refining the Rusted Iron Sword.

With spiritual energy injected into it, the rust atop the blade automatically fell away, and tangible streams of Sword Qi burst forth from the sword’s body.

This was a top-grade magical artifact—though not comparable to an innate magical treasure, it would still be worth a fortune in the eyes of Foundation Establishment powerhouses.

Once refined, it would automatically protect its master. Even if the master perished, so long as the aura left on it remained, if it fell into someone else’s hands, it couldn’t be easily refined—unless the other was far stronger than the original master, able to crush the residual aura and shatter its will.

Jiang Feng hadn’t possessed such strength before.

He still didn’t now.

But the sword’s owner had been dead for over a hundred years, and the aura mark left on the blade had grown extremely weak with time. Although Jiang Feng’s current strength wasn’t equal to the original master, with his Foundation Establishment level, refining the Rusted Iron Sword was comparatively easier.

Three days passed.

Jiang Feng succeeded in refining the Rusted Iron Sword.

For the first time, he saw two characters under the hilt: "Civil Servant," apparently the sword’s name, likely left by its original owner.

"Civil Servant Sword?"

"Sounds a bit cunning."

"Well, then, I’ll just call you Civil Servant."

As Jiang Feng finished speaking, a gentle sword light radiated from the Civil Servant Sword, clearly responding to Jiang Feng and acknowledging his choice.

Jiang Feng smiled faintly.

With a thought, the Civil Servant Sword disappeared from his hand, merging into his body.

"Gulp!"

A whistling sound broke the silence of the plaza.

Jiang Feng took out the silver spear he’d obtained with Spiritual Spring Water from the Divine Sect Mansion.

This spear originally had no master.

Unlike the Civil Servant Sword, it wasn’t so obstinate.

Jiang Feng had long since refined it.

It was an upper grade magical artifact.

Because it had never been wielded before, only a faint intelligence had yet emerged, so it wouldn’t actively protect its master yet.

Jiang Feng started practicing the Mysterious Nether Spear Technique with it in the plaza.

Xiao Zhan was a martial cultivator.

Up close, he could instantly kill many cultivation powerhouses. If Jiang Feng wanted to kill him, this Mysterious Nether Spear Technique was one of his trump cards.

But Li Yang had died at his hands.

Xiao Zhan had probably already found out Jiang Feng possessed the Immortal Martial Dual Cultivation constitution, and would be doubly wary of him.

These years, Xiao Zhan dared not come near him.

On one hand, out of respect for Jiang Feng; on the other, probably also from caution.

Now, with Han Dong not by his side, Jiang Feng lacked an advisor. Facing someone as cunning, shrewd, and masterful as Xiao Zhan, Jiang Feng had to be doubly cautious, absolutely not allowing Xiao Zhan any chance to exploit a weakness.

In a twinkling, another ten days passed.

Jiang Feng left the Underground Palace, his figure appearing within the subterranean tunnel. He let his spiritual sense extend outwards, now covering the entire Dragon Capital, and the images he perceived were even clearer—every blade of grass and tree was sensed in his mind.

With a simple sweep, he could even tell how many cultivators were in Dragon Capital.

The once-empty Purple Bamboo Forest cultivators had partly returned, though in poor condition, all in states of recuperation and healing.

But Jiang Feng saw no sign of Xiao Zhan.

Could it be he hadn’t returned?

Was he truly trapped on Penglai Island of Chishui County?

Jiang Feng was a bit puzzled, so he headed back to Black Iron Mountain first.

He found that everything was as usual, as if nothing strange had happened.

Ten days later.

Xiao Junyi once again climbed Black Iron Mountain alone.

"Bang!"

He knelt before Jiang Feng, kowtowed, and said, "National Preceptor, your auspicious words came true. Grandfather was in danger, but is now safe; he is on his way back."

"Once King Xiao returns, if there is anything, he will come to discuss it with me. You may go now."

Jiang Feng nodded slightly.

"Yes, elder cousin takes his leave."

Xiao Junyi dared say no more, for fear Jiang Feng might toss him off the mountain.

After he left, Jiang Feng checked his Fortune Points.

Fortune: 5,002,721

There had been almost no change over the past month.

Clearly, just as he had expected, even if he stayed in Black Iron Mountain and didn’t go looking for Xiao Zhan in Chishui County, Xiao Zhan would come looking for him—this crisis could not be avoided whichever way he chose.

He could temporarily give up the Underground Palace and return once Xiao Zhan perished.

But Xiao Zhan might not let him go so easily.

If he simply left, it would make Xiao Zhan suspect he was feeling guilty, and in days to come, he would be relentlessly hunted down.

In short, even if Xiao Zhan broke through to the Divine Realm, Jiang Feng would have to face him.

Five days later.

Xiao Zhan, together with a group of Purple Bamboo Forest cultivators, entered within the range of Jiang Feng’s spiritual sense.

He lay in a small house built atop a Hunting Falcon’s back.

Purple Bamboo Forest cultivators guarded either side.