While he was hesitating, another piece of information appeared in Xu Wen's eyes.
It was said that there was a Feilong Trading Company on Dacheng Island, and one of the worshipers in its store seemed to come from the Hengjue Mountains. Xu Wen's eyes suddenly lit up.
Since arriving at Jinghong Island, Xu Wen has been trying to contact Hai Zhenzhu and Zuo Mingyue.
But the two places are too far apart. Not to mention direct contact, there are only a few monks from sects such as Bazhou Mountain and Zhiyuan Sect.
This sea area is located between the Endless Sea and Baiyujing, and its prosperity is far greater than that of the Hengjue Mountains.
In the Hengjue Mountains, a Yuanying monk is enough to establish a sect and be called the ancestor of the sect.
But in this sea area, Yuanying monk is just an island owner.
For here, the Hengjue Mountains are a remote and wild place, not worthy of much attention.
Although the commercial trade here is strong, it is mostly based on sea trade and does not take land routes at all, which is also very different from the Hengjue Mountains.
Jinghong Island was so weak that Xu Wen could not leave at all, so for such a long time, there was no suitable way to establish contact with the Hengjue Mountain Range.
Xu Wen could only order Zhang Feng to inquire more about matters related to Hengjue Mountains, Bazhou Mountains and other sects.
Although Zhang Feng's cultivation is shallow, he is extremely serious and meticulous in his work.
He had always taken Xu Wen's instructions to heart for so many years, and he found out this information. Xu Wen left a Foundation Establishment Pill for him in vain.
After thinking for a moment, he summoned Zhang Feng to come.
Looking at the increasingly calm young man, Xu Wen nodded with satisfaction and said:
"The twenty-year appointment is coming soon. How many spiritual stones have you prepared?"
Hearing this, Zhang Feng was stunned for a moment, and soon became overjoyed, understanding that Xu Wen was hinting to him that there would be a Foundation Establishment Pill left for him.
But when he mentioned the spirit stone, he suddenly frowned.
How many spiritual stones can he earn as a mere Qi-refining monk?
The only weapon refiner who was somewhat capable was the one who was deliberately cultivated by Xu Wen after he arrived.
He can only refine some low-level magic weapons. Even with the salary Xu Wen gave him for various positions, his income is extremely limited.
But the Foundation Establishment Pill was so rare. After passing this village, he would have to wait another twenty years. How could he afford to wait.
He gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:
"I have already saved two thousand spirit stones. I have a few years left and I can always save another thousand. I will find someone to collect some or borrow some for the rest, and I can always get it together!"
Xu Wen shook his head inwardly, knowing that his algorithm was not reliable.
As the Foundation Establishment Pill Conference approaches, everyone must work hard to accumulate spiritual stones, and it will become increasingly difficult to borrow and transfer them.
Even though everyone usually gives Zhang Feng a bit of a thumbs-down, when it comes to a major matter like the Foundation Establishment Pill that concerns the path, no one will show mercy.
After thinking for a moment, Xu Wen said:
"I plan to use those two sea-going ships as the main ones to open up trade routes from Jinghong Island to other islands. You can also serve as the deputy captain of a sea-going ship. You will always make some money every time you go to sea."
"It doesn't have to be ten thousand, as long as it can raise five thousand spirit stones!"
This means that Xu Wenhui will lend him five thousand spiritual stones.
On Jinghong Island, no one except Xu Wen had the financial resources.
With great joy in his heart, Zhang Feng immediately knelt down, kowtowed to Xu Wen several times, and said loudly:
"The boy has no way to repay the island owner for his life-saving grace and enlightenment. He can only offer his meager body to fight for the island owner, even if he loses his life and brains."
It didn't stop him from giving this great gift. He had taken Li Xiuning as his teacher back then, and Li Xiuning had taken such good care of him. He deserved the other party's gratitude.
"The Foundation Establishment Pill may not guarantee that you will establish your foundation. Your usual practice and experience cannot be left behind in one day."
After he calmed down a little, Xu Wen helped him up and told him:
"Besides, don't reveal even the slightest bit about this matter to anyone close to you, including your sister, so as not to arouse unnecessary jealousy."
After World War I, Zhang Feng was not the only one who joined Xu Wen, but there were also Li Hua and Yuan Lu.
In the eyes of Xu Wen and Zhang Feng, Zhang Feng made the greatest contribution and should have the limited right to purchase the Foundation Establishment Pill, but others did not think so.
Once the matter is leaked, Zhang Feng will inevitably become the target of public criticism and may be plotted against.
Zhang Feng always had a calm temperament and knew the seriousness of this matter. After taking a few deep breaths, he slowly calmed down.
After he left and tidied up a little, Xu Wen quietly left Jinghong Island and flew towards Dacheng Island.
For ordinary monks, the boundless sea is an insurmountable barrier.
Whether it is birds of prey in the sky, monsters or huge waves in the sea, even a foundation-building monk would have a narrow escape if he wanted to cross the two islands.
But for Jin Dan's Xu Wen, it is no longer a big problem.
Golden elixir monks are already the backbone of this world, possessing extraordinary wisdom and ability. It is not necessary. Even the monster Jindan will not easily provoke.
Xu Wen did not go straight to Dacheng Island, but made a large circle to the west, preparing to enter the island from the flank.
He came here in secret this time, not revealing his true identity and not planning to alarm anyone.
One day later, the weather gradually became dark, with dark clouds and strong winds, and soon a heavy rain would come.
Ordinary monks will not fly at this time. The violent thunder and lightning does not care whether you are a human or a ghost. No matter what monster or weird thing you are, everything will be wiped out in one blow.
Xu Wen had no such scruples. The wind and thunder wings had dual attributes of wind and thunder, so he was not afraid of lightning strikes.
Coupled with the unknown scroll that could absorb thunder and lightning, he was not afraid of thunder and lightning at all, soaring through the clouds, and his speed was actually a bit faster.
Suddenly, his eyes froze, and violent spell fluctuations came from the sea not far away, and there was Jindan Zhenren fighting with spells.
With a thought in his heart, he secretly restrained his escape light and flew to the sky above the fighting area.
Xu Wen, one of the two people fighting, knew that it was Zeng Jian, Kuang Donghua's fourth disciple.
After not seeing each other for so many years, he is getting older and older. It is estimated that he will die in the West within three to five years.
But there was no trace of fatigue in the technique, and it was so fierce that it forced the opponent to retreat step by step.
The one he was fighting against was a middle-aged woman. Although she was a mature woman, she still had charm and was very pretty. She also had a middle-stage Golden Core cultivation level.
However, Zeng Jian seemed to be blind, completely unaware of the beauty of the other party.
A pure Yang iron mace flew back and forth in the air, leaving the woman unable to resist.
She wanted to run away, but a blazing ring of fire wrapped tightly around her, preventing her from getting away.
After a moment, the woman's magic power was exhausted, and the pure Yang iron mace drove straight in, hitting the woman's back hard.
The woman screamed, blood spurted out from her orifices, and she fainted on the spot.
Grabbing the woman in his hand, Zeng Jian stood up in the air, swept his bright eyes in all directions, and said coldly:
"Shang Keyun, I know you are nearby. Your wife has fallen into my hands. If you are a man, come out and fight me."
"I won't bully the small, it's just you and me, how about a fair fight?"
The sound shook in all directions and lingered on the nearby sea surface for a long time before dissipating, but not a single figure appeared.
Only then did Xu Wen find out that the woman turned out to be Shang Keyun's inner chamberlain Lu Minghuan.
Although Lu Minghuan does not hold the position of the island owner of Dacheng Island, he has the strength of the middle stage of Jindan, which is no worse than the other island owners of Dacheng Island.
This time Dacheng Island had something important to discuss with Shang Keyun, and a batch of supplies had to be delivered to him.
However, several island owners were closely monitored by Kowloon Island and could not escape, so she took the risk. Unexpectedly, despite all the tricks, she was still blocked on the way back.
Zeng Jian didn't say much, grabbed one of Lu Minghuan's arms and twisted it hard.
With a terrifying crisp sound, the upper arm was broken in the middle, white bone stubble came out through the body, and the blood suddenly dyed the clothes red.
With a scream, Lu Minghuan woke up from his coma.
He raised his hand and gave her a slap. Zeng Jian shouted coldly:
"Lu Erniang, you are willing to take risks for the sake of your man."
"But if you fall into the hands of the enemy, none of your men dare to come out to save you. What's the use of such a worthless man!"
"Pooh!"
Lu Minghuan spat hard, looked at Zeng Jian without fear, and shouted coldly:
"Only I know whether my man has a seed or not. Who do you think you are? Who are you to judge my man?"
"You'd better die soon, otherwise, one day I will ask you to live but not to die!"
Zeng Jian was furious and wanted to kill Lu Minghuan with his left palm, but he had no scruples and never struck.
Lu Minghuan was extremely courageous, but at this critical moment of life and death, his expression did not change at all. He just sneered:
"Look, you are the one who has no talent."
"Since I dare to come out, even if I'm fine today, I'm sure you won't dare to kill me!"
Zeng Jian's expression changed continuously, but he did not kill him in the end.
If he were alone, he would not hesitate to kill Lu Minghuan, or kill someone from Dacheng Island.
But he also has disciples and descendants on Kowloon Island, and Dacheng Island and Kowloon Island are now under an absurd balance similar to nuclear terror.
The current power of Kowloon Island is far greater than that of Dacheng Island, but the time for this great victory is very limited. Once Kuang Donghua, Zeng Jian and others die one after another, the advantage will be lost immediately.
If Lu Minghuan is really killed, or Dacheng Island is simply wiped out, once Shang Keyun becomes Nascent Soul in the future, Kowloon Island will inevitably be retaliated wildly.
Therefore, although they are targeting Dacheng Island everywhere, Kowloon Island has never dared to show off its horses and horses and give it a try.
Only when Shang Keyun is found, or if he fails to advance to the Nascent Soul, will this terrifying balance disappear and the two islands enter a true state of life and death.
While escorting Lu Minghuan back and forth on the nearby sea, Zeng Jian humiliated Lu Minghuan and insulted Shang Keyun in an attempt to induce him to show up.
But he didn't dare to cross the line. He could only torture Lu Minghuan with all kinds of painful and cruel methods, but he couldn't use any real ruthless methods.
How could a cultivator take this level of pain to heart, let alone Shang Keyun who had made up his mind.
Both sides understand that as long as Shang Keyun remains as strong as heart, Dacheng Island will not be in much danger.
On the contrary, if he showed any signs of weakness, Dacheng Island would be torn apart immediately.
Half an hour later, seeing no news from the other party, Zeng Jian had no choice but to leave in anger.
(End of chapter)
