"This sword."

Jiang Feng unclipped the long sword covered in rust at his waist.

This sword was obtained from the underground palace, acquired from the corpse of a cultivator whose powerful aura was still present after death, almost making it difficult for him to stand.

The sword possesses a strong consciousness.

Although Jiang Feng can easily hold it in his hand, he cannot control or manipulate the sword with ease. Presently, using it to kill enemies still poses significant resistance.

"The senior’s strength in life must have been that of a Foundation Establishment Realm powerhouse. Otherwise, with my current cultivation, even without refining this sword, its resistance wouldn’t be this strong."

"What kind of place is the underground palace, where even Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators perish inside it."

Jiang Feng grew increasingly respectful of the underground palace.

"One day, you will be fully refined by me and become my personal sword."

Jiang Feng stroked the rusted long sword and said.

"Buzz!"

A flash of sword light flickered across the rusted sword, accompanied by a faint sword humming sound. Jiang Feng’s spiritual power surged, easily warding off the sword light.

"We’ll see."

Jiang Feng knew that was the sword’s resistance power. If it were in the past, with his tenth-layer Qi Condensation cultivation, he might have suffered, ending up with a scratch on his face or a hair strand cut.

But now, possessing Qi Condensation Perfection strength,

not only can he detect danger more swiftly in advance, but the defense of his spiritual power shield has also improved several levels compared to before; a mere flash of sword light can’t break through at all.

"Clang!"

After speaking, Jiang Feng tapped the body of the rusted sword and continued to slant it across his waist, not worrying that it could cut his loin.

The rusted long sword seemed to sense Jiang Feng’s strength and become compliant, no longer showing sword lights to intimidate Jiang Feng.

"Blood God Curse!"

Jiang Feng took out the parchment inscribed with the cultivation method of the Blood God Curse.

The parchment was filled with numerous peculiar symbols, which Jiang Feng couldn’t comprehend at all. Even with mastery over the Five Elements Array and being able to integrate with the Qinglong Cauldron, Jiang Feng was still clueless about the symbols on it.

It was as if those symbol imprints belonged to something outside of the restriction array category.

He attempted to read carefully, looking at each word, each symbol.

Then he checked the panel information.

Skills: Flame Saber (Perfection), Wind Control (Mastery)

Jiang Feng found that the number of skills had not increased.

The Blood God Curse had not been recorded.

Unconvinced, he looked through it again, repeatedly checking the number of skills, only to find that the number remained the same, with no change at all.

"Looks like I need to figure out these symbol imprints before I can record the Blood God Curse."

Jiang Feng speculated.

He then put away the parchment.

"All troubles have vanished, it’s time to bring Sister Dong out."

He left the tunnel, his figure appearing in the secret chamber where Han Dong was.

"Sister Dong, let’s go eat pickled veggies with tofu, then get some yellow rice wine and pork head for a good drink."

Jiang Feng said with a smile to Han Dong, who was practicing swordsmanship.

"Clang!"

Han Dong’s sword fell to the ground.

She had been practicing swordsmanship non-stop to prevent her mind from wandering, constantly worrying about whether Jiang Feng would encounter mishaps in the underground palace or handle the Cyan Snake King.

"Mm!"

Jiang Feng’s voice startled her, but caused her heart to race. When she turned around and confirmed that the person in the secret chamber was Jiang Feng, Han Dong retracted the tears in her eyes and nodded heavily.

"Let’s go to the tavern outside the prison!"

Jiang Feng proposed.

"Okay."

Han Dong naturally had no objections.

The two walked out hand in hand from the secret chamber, their figures exposed to those hidden around, the loose cultivators and Purple Bamboo Forest cultivators.

Everyone was in shock.

Even with strict vigilance around them, they didn’t know when Jiang Feng went in; it was only when Jiang Feng brought Han Dong out that they saw his trace.

At that moment, everyone gained a certain understanding of Jiang Feng’s strength, and quite a few felt terrified.

Jiang Feng, able to appear inaudibly in the secret chamber and openly bring Han Dong out, could just as easily appear behind them and kill them unknowingly.

Who would dare provoke Jiang Feng in the future?

Jiang Feng, holding Han Dong’s hand, disappeared from their sight.

This was intentional on his part.

To have these loose cultivators pass the word to Xiao Zhan, so Xiao Zhan, even after keeping control of the situation, would maintain his awe towards Jiang Feng.

"Dong’Er."

On the city tower.

Xiao Ran watched the departing figure, hiding in a corner, feeling silently hurt.

Xiao Zhan’s furious image surfaced in his mind.

"Forget Han Dong, forget everything about her. From now on, you are not to see Han Dong again, or I will kill you first."

"Bang... Yes."

Xiao Ran hammered the ground, his hands stained with blood, firmly remembering Xiao Zhan’s words.

Just a few days later, Xiao Ran married the young princess consort, and Prince Xiao’s Mansion was bustling with activity, with court ministers personally visiting to congratulate.

Xiao Ran’s figure also disappeared from Han Dong’s sight forever.

In the small tavern.

Jiang Feng and Han Dong sat in a corner.

They ordered a hot pot with pickled vegetables and white tofu, two pounds of pork head, and three pots of yellow rice wine.

Over the years, the tavern’s tables and chairs had become quite worn; the tavern owner had passed away, and now his son was in charge of the tavern.

Since it was near Zhenbei Prison, prison guards often came by to drink, so the tavern’s business was relatively decent.

Han Dong and Jiang Feng were regulars at this tavern.

Thus, no hooligans dared to behave rudely here.

The tavern owner’s son, who used to often help out in the tavern, saw Han Dong and Jiang Feng as familiar faces. Once the two sat down, he greeted them warmly.

He quickly served the dishes and even brought a few extra small dishes as a courtesy.

While serving, he glanced at Jiang Feng, then went back to work, cautiously attending to the tavern business.

Jiang Feng did not use the Thousand Faces technique.

He entered openly with Han Dong, and the young owner recognized Jiang Feng; who, inside and outside the prison, wasn’t aware of Jiang Feng’s affairs?

The young owner often dealt with prison guards.

Seeing Jiang Feng back from the dead, together with Han Dong, made him quite nervous.

However, the four-don’t principle was well-ingrained; the young owner was a smart person, not daring to look around or talk recklessly.

Jiang Feng noticed this, sighed lightly, and with a wave of his hand, a layer of hazy brilliance appeared over himself and Han Dong. When the light faded, they remained the same, yet those looking in their direction would perceive them as commonplace and overlook them.

After all, it was close to Zhenbei Prison.

Prison guards would come by.

Even if all troubles could be dealt with, Jiang Feng didn’t want to cause more misunderstandings.

"Xiao Liu, bring us some wine and a pot of cabbage and tofu."

"After traveling to so many places, the tavern next to our prison is still the best."

"Now that we finally returned, let’s drink more."

Unexpectedly, Chief Wang, Chief Ma, and Chief Feng all gathered at the tavern at this moment for a drink.

Jiang Feng and Han Dong looked towards them.

They also noticed the two in the corner, but under Jiang Feng’s magical power, they didn’t recognize them, casually finding a place to sit.

They chatted about past events.

And imagined the days ahead.

"Let Xiao Zhan arrange a Captain position for them, one that can be passed down to their descendants."

Jiang Feng suggested to Han Dong.

"Mm, the tofu is boiling, let’s eat."

Han Dong nodded, picking up the chopsticks and actively serving Jiang Feng a piece.

The two sat in the tavern for an hour, consuming every bit of the food on the table. Jiang Feng handed the corresponding silver taels to the young owner, then walked out of the tavern arm in arm with Han Dong.

The young owner was a bit perplexed; while collecting the money, he couldn’t resist taking another look at Jiang Feng and Han Dong, only to find they appeared to be ordinary people, realizing he had just seen wrong.

"Hey, Prison Chief Jiang, Director Han..."

Chief Wang, slightly tipsy after three pots of yellow rice wine, seemed to vaguely see Jiang Feng and Han Dong’s figures as Jiang Feng led Han Dong out of the tavern.

Then he couldn’t hold on any longer and slumped onto the table, asleep.

"He’s drunk again, let’s carry him back one on each side!"

Chief Feng nudged Chief Wang’s head and laughed.

"Isn’t Old Wang just getting drunk so he doesn’t have to pay?"

Chief Ma was a bit unwilling, but after paying, he and Chief Feng together supported Chief Wang and left.

The young owner pondered for a while, then shook his head and continued managing the tavern’s business.