Chapter 77 Return to the Sect (1)

  Yi Feng took a deep breath, tightly grasped the Heaven-Slaying Sword, and with all his might, slashed down at the dragon's head.

  A loud clang, but the dragon's skull did not shatter, only leaving a white scratch mark.

  Effective! Yi Feng continuously swung his Heaven-Slaying Sword to attack the dragon's skull, and seeing him exert himself like that made even Heaven-Slayer burst out laughing.

  Nonsense! Can't you be more serious? The Dragon Balls are at stake here! Although Yi Feng still doesn't know what powerful use the Dragon Balls have, he knew from watching anime in his past life that they were precious treasures.

  After one day, there was only a crack as deep as a finger on the dragon's skull; after ten days, the crack had reached two inches in depth and one foot in length; after two months, the Heaven- Cutting Sword had pierced through the dragon's skull; half a year later, Yi Feng successfully extracted the Dragon Pearl.

  This dragon bead is about one meter in diameter, deep red in color, and has no luster on its body, but it emits a powerful aura that makes people dare not profane.

  "This should be a Dragon Emperor-era fire-type giant dragon, yet it actually died here, truly puzzling." said Zhan Tian.

  "It doesn't matter how it died, as long as it's useful to me. I'd better hurry up and dismantle its bones, this massive skeleton, I reckon it'll take a very long time to finish the work." Yifeng said nonchalantly.

  "Heh heh, go ahead and split them up, but I have to remind you, in front of outsiders especially the Dragon Clan, you absolutely cannot mention that you have dragon balls and dragon bones, otherwise no one can protect you." Zhan Tian said with a bad tone.

  "Got it, got it." Yi Feng replied impatiently, but he had already started making moves with his hands.

  Time flies, and eighteen years have passed in the blink of an eye. Yi Feng has been wielding the Heaven-Slaying Sword almost non-stop, not only to increase his speed but also to temper his sword heart. From time to time, he would infuse his sword heart into the Heaven-Slaying Sword to slash at the dragon bones.

  Every time Jian Xin is ground to the extreme, Yi Feng will retrieve it back to Dan Tian, letting it automatically recover.

  And after recovery, the sword heart will be more solid and larger in volume.

  Eighteen years later, today, Yi Feng finally dismantled the dragon bones, and the volume occupied by the dragon bones has been reduced by a thousand times or more. Yi Feng absorbed all the demon pills and demon babies he had obtained to make the thousand-year-old Geng Jin bamboo stronger, which also made the storage bags that Yi Feng could use have a larger volume.

  Although it's a pity, after filling several storage bags with dragon bones, there were still some left over. Yi Feng was reluctant to part with them, but could only comfort himself by thinking: "With this many dragon bones and the dragon pearl, I already have enough."

  Although humans are mostly greedy and never satisfied, when faced with benefits that cannot be obtained, they can only reluctantly give up.

  Yi Feng buried the remaining dragon bones deep in the seabed, thinking that one day he would return to retrieve them, and then floated back up to the surface.

  Like when he came, Yi Feng spent the whole day rushing on his journey and at night found a quiet place to sit and rest. After using up a month's time, he finally left the Far East sea area and arrived on the mainland.

  Seeing the twenty-year period entrusted by Master Xingchenzi approaching, he didn't linger any longer. He stepped on the Zhantian Sword and rushed all the way to the foot of Feilu Mountain.

  Nineteen years had passed, and Fei Lushan was still majestic and towering. However, Yi Feng was no longer the little beggar he once was, nor was he the same as when he left the mountain after his fusion. The current Yi Feng, having cultivated for nearly fifty years, possessed an even more extraordinary temperament, and with his increasing understanding of the sword path, he seemed to be as sharp as a blade, exuding an aura that intimidated others.

  To avoid drawing attention from his fellow disciples, Yi Feng put away the Zhan Tian Sword and switched to the Chi Yan Sword. He flew up into the air and soon arrived at Xing Chen Zi's cultivation courtyard.

  Along the way, Yi Feng also met many fellow disciples, but they were all unfamiliar with each other and had no conversation. However, from the envious expressions on others' faces when they gazed at Chi Yan, it was clear that low-grade spiritual instruments were also treasures in Yun Fu Sect.

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  There is still one more behind.