On the sixth day, Jiang Feng went to gather several bundles of weeds to cover the kitchen roof. Many of the tiles were broken, and he had no spares to fix them, so he could only go with the mat shop owner to the lotus pond, cut some grass, and lay it on top.

On the seventh day, Jiang Feng went into the mud pit to fetch clay. Many household courtyard walls in the alley had collapsed, and the more he dug in the mud pit, the deeper and harder the clay became.

Fighting over clay for making mud bricks, Jiang Feng ended up in a conflict with Big Zhang.

Big Zhang had two sons, and the three of them tried to pin him down in the mud pit and force him to eat mud. Luckily, the firewood man was strong, and Jiang Feng wielded his carrying pole, taking on Big Zhang and his two sons alone. With one swing, he knocked down both of Big Zhang’s sons, and later, the mat shop owner and the neighbors came to break up the fight. Only then did they separate. Big Zhang and his sons left cursing and grumbling, while Jiang Feng climbed up the bank, looked at his torn shirt collar, and cursed right back, not showing any weakness.

On the eighth day, Jiang Feng continued digging clay in the mud pit. Big Zhang and his sons, hearing Jiang Feng was there, didn’t show up all day and just stayed at home fixing their own roof.

The ninth day.

The tenth day.

...

On the twentieth day.

The mud bricks Jiang Feng had made with molds had finally dried. He cleared away the fallen courtyard wall debris, spent some money, and hired two craftsmen to help him rebuild the courtyard wall.

The twenty-first day.

The Six-armed Divine Emperor walked out of the underground palace and left Dragon Capital that day, heading south.

The seriously wounded and comatose Second Prince finally woke up after more than twenty days of deep sleep. It was said that during those days, the Emperor would feed him several drops of spiritual liquid every day.

When the Six-armed Divine Emperor left, the Second Prince was still weak, standing inside the Imperial City, seeing him off across the air.

The twenty-second day.

Jiang Feng woke early to check his panel information.

Name: Jiang Feng

Fortune: 1,327,571

Cultivation Technique: Yangchun Technique (Proficient+)

Skills: Loulan Slash (Perfection+) Wind Palm (Minor Achievement+) Three-legged Body Technique (Minor Achievement+)

Realm: Innate (Ruyi Realm)

Divine Power: Immortality

Jiang Feng noticed that after the Six-armed Divine Emperor left, his fortune points had gone up by over three hundred thousand, now totaling more than one million three hundred twenty thousand.

It was clear what kind of consequence it would have been if the Six-armed Divine Emperor had found him.

One must know, at that time, his Yangchun Technique was already at the verge of breaking through; if the Six-armed Divine Emperor had found him, Jiang Feng would have had no choice but to break through on the spot.

But these newly gained three hundred thousand plus fortune points made Jiang Feng aware that even if he made a breakthrough, he was still no match for the Six-armed Divine Emperor.

Otherwise, how could simply evading his pursuit bring so many fortune points?

Guys from the Divine Sect, sure enough, couldn’t be underestimated.

To be safe, Jiang Feng decided to hide for another month or two, and wait until things completely calmed down before leaving. The way he saw it, the Six-armed Divine Emperor was already gone; if even he couldn’t find Jiang Feng, no one else would.

This was also to guard against the Six-armed Divine Emperor doubling back, pretending to leave while actually staying nearby.

Just like that, the days went by, one after another.

After fixing up his house, Jiang Feng would head to Black Iron Mountain every few days to chop firewood, then sell the wood to inns for their kitchen fires.

He worked diligently every day, stirring up no trouble.

In the blink of an eye, another month passed.

Order in Dragon Capital had already returned to normal, although there were still people from the Dragon Capital Government Office coming into the civilian area to search for rebel faction fugitives, but everyone’s life had more or less settled back onto its track.

Jiang Feng also took advantage of selling firewood to pass through Willow Alley, seeing that Uncle Huo’s family was safe and sound, only their house had suffered some damage.

While carrying firewood through, he saw Uncle Huo drinking yellow rice wine in the yard with Prison Chief Wang, Jail Chief Ma, and Prison Chief Feng. All four of them still wore their prison chief uniforms. After Zhenbei Prison collapsed, they had apparently been reassigned to different prisons, their salaries unaffected, so they could still often gather for drinks to unwind.

Another month passed in a blink.

The Six-armed Divine Emperor had already left Dragon Capital for more than two months, and the Capital City had remained under martial law. The Dragon Capital Government Office was still hunting rebels, though with less intensity.

Early that morning, Jiang Feng went to find the mat shop owner and said, "I’m heading to Laojun Mountain to check for firewood. I heard from a few friends that the big fire a few months back burned all over Laojun Mountain. There’s a lot of ready firewood on the mountain; I’ve rented a cart to haul a few loads back. While I’m gone, help me keep an eye on my house. If Big Zhang’s family dares to mess with my place, record it for me—I swear I won’t let them off when I get back."

"Old Qin, you’ve been working hard for months. Take a break! Maybe all the firewood on Laojun Mountain has already been picked clean."

The mat shop owner advised.

"You don’t get it. For us who make a living off the mountain, if a patch of mountain gets burned and we don’t go collect the firewood, it affects our fortune. If we can’t even find what’s lying around, how are we going to chop more?"

Jiang Feng explained.

"Well... all right then. Don’t forget to pack some dry rations—it’s quite a hike to Laojun Mountain from here."

The mat shop owner couldn’t persuade him and kindly reminded him instead.

"Don’t worry, if I find anything good, I’ll bring you a share."

Jiang Feng chuckled.

Then he dragged the cart and walked toward the North City Gate.

Before noon, Jiang Feng pulled the cart out of the city. Outside the North City Gate, where there had once been lush forest, now only a field of charred earth remained.

The battle between the Six-armed Divine Emperor and the Blood Wolf King had been earth-shattering in the eyes of commoners—not only did it destroy a great swath of forest, it also burned countless houses.

The land was torn with many ravines.

Hippo Village had been turned into ruins.

These days, the villagers were organizing to rebuild, but the Court didn’t care at all. Laojun Mountain had become barren and blackened as far as the eye could see.