Chapter 408: Chapter 217: Fortune Accumulated to Two Million Points (Part 2)

Let Liu Chen grab at empty air.

Liu Chen was unwilling to give up, so he went directly to the Emperor of the Great Tang and asked Li Yang to mobilize the Forbidden Army for a city-wide search to capture Han Dong and the others. But after waiting for several days in a row, he couldn’t even find a shadow of anyone.

In the end, even Bao Longwei and the others vanished without a trace.

Li Yang put even more pressure on him, demanding he quickly apprehend the murderer who killed the Second Prince and deliver him to Dragon Capital for royal judgment.

Liu Chen hit a wall everywhere, so he came up with a shoddy plan—he found someone to impersonate Jiang Feng’s closest companion, but Jiang Feng spotted the flaw instantly.

Not only did Jiang Feng refuse to come out, he even got a scolding from the Saintess.

"Who he is doesn’t matter anymore. When he comes out, the truth will reveal itself."

The Saintess was deeply disappointed with Liu Chen.

She thought, anyway, Jiang Feng is inside the Divine Sect Mansion. He can’t hide in there forever; sooner or later he’ll come out. When he’s caught, his true identity will be clear with just a question.

"Yes."

Liu Chen looked indignant, but had no choice.

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, another three months passed.

Jiang Feng sensed that Han Dong and the others were safe, and the Divine Sect members couldn’t do anything to him. The pace of refining the Dragon Bone Bow also shifted from urgent to leisurely.

After three months, the Dragon Bone Bow still weighed nearly five thousand pounds in his hands.

He had refined half of the Dragon Bone Bow already, and wielding it felt like blood thicker than water, seamlessly fused with himself.

He had reached bodily fusion, but his consciousness hadn’t yet merged.

Once the Dragon Bone Bow in his hands becomes completely weightless, and he can summon and draw the bowstring to Great Perfection at will, that will be the stage of total refinement.

And as his control of the Dragon Bone Bow grew stronger, Jiang Feng’s power to protect himself also increased; the external dangers he faced were steadily decreasing as his strength rose, and his Fortune Point was changing daily.

Initial daily increases were close to a thousand; now he’s gaining about fifteen hundred per day.

This gave Jiang Feng, who lived in solitude and danger, hope. His mindset grew more tranquil, as if he’d always been in the Divine Sect Mansion—it no longer mattered when he’d get out.

Now, his Fortune Point had reached: 1567712

The gap to two million points, enough to upgrade the Yangchun Technique again, was only a little more than four hundred thousand left.

"Boom!"

Just then, a commotion came from the exit.

Someone broke in.

Golden light flickered.

Seemed to be someone skilled in the Three-legged Body Technique.

Jiang Feng had expected this; he knew the Divine Sect wouldn’t just keep waiting—they’d eventually send someone who had mastered the Three-legged Body Technique to catch him.

So he hid behind the statue’s heel, gripping the Dragon Bone Bow, waiting for the opponent to approach.

Even though the Dragon Bone Bow was only half refined, it could still unleash impressive power—a lethal strike at a key moment.

In his vision.

The golden light at the exit slowly extended inward, inching towards the statue.

Jiang Feng gradually drew the bowstring. The Dragon Bone Bow was no ordinary magical artifact; it could use spiritual power as arrows. As long as he had enough spiritual power, he could fire endless arrows.

"Ah!"

But before the golden light could approach—

A scream echoed from ahead.

Then, the golden light retreated backwards.

"Bang!"

An old man was thrown out of the mansion.

"Elder Wang!"

The Saintess cried out in surprise.

Liu Chen rushed forward to help the man up.

"Shameful! My talent is dull; I’ve only trained the Three-legged Body Technique to Proficient level. I didn’t even see where that kid was before the restriction spat me out."

Elder Wang bared his teeth in pain.

Now that the sect had reopened, as an elder he had countless matters to tend to; especially recently, with the Divine Sect set to invade the Dragon Capital Underground Palace again, he had dropped everything to help the Saintess—it hadn’t been easy.

He’d thought he could drag Jiang Feng out directly, but as soon as he stepped in, the restriction knocked him out in just a few steps.

"Elder Wang, don’t be too hard on yourself; maybe he’s already died in there."

The Saintess comforted him.

"No, I may not have seen him, but I could sense someone alive inside. That kid was able to train the Three-legged Body Technique to Perfection Realm—he must know a lot of secrets. No matter what, we have to catch him."

Elder Wang said sternly.

"He keeps hiding and won’t come out, and we can’t get inside. How can we catch him?"

Liu Chen was exasperated.

"Don’t look at me! I have no solution either. No one in our Divine Sect has trained the Three-legged Body Technique to Perfection Realm. But no matter what, you all have to stand guard out here. He’ll come out eventually—keep watching until he does."

Elder Wang commanded.

"Um... Elder, maybe you could send more people to help watch."

Liu Chen was totally unwilling; if he had to keep standing guard here, how was he supposed to cultivate?

"The Saintess isn’t complaining, so what are you whining about?"

Elder Wang barked angrily.

Liu Chen could only shut up, looking innocently at the Saintess.

"Elder Wang, if you want us to keep guarding here, that’s fine. After all, the Saint Heir died by his hand; as Saintess, it’s only right for me to seek justice for the Saint Heir and the sect. But if he just keeps dragging things out inside, that’s no solution. We still need to find a way to lure him out."

Having kept guard for eight or nine months now, the Saintess looked calm on the surface, but was secretly annoyed.

"I understand how you two feel, but there really isn’t any other way for now. Here’s what I’ll do: I’ll have people deliver spirit stones and spirit rice to you every so often—just treat it as closed-door cultivation here.

Don’t worry; the environment inside the mansion is extremely harsh, with restriction arrays siphoning spiritual qi. Even if that kid neither eats nor drinks, the amount of spiritual qi he can absorb every day is pitifully little. It won’t take long before his cultivation regresses. He won’t last much longer before he comes out."