The Ancient Vast Realm

The guard on the left was startled and quickly ran towards the palace.

In fact, this is not his fault. It has been too many years since there has been no change in Cangqi Palace, so that he is now relatively sluggish.

Many times, they, the soldiers and servants in the palace, wondered where their Highness had gone. Unfortunately, Tie Lao did not explain this to them. He only said that His Highness was out and it would take a long time to return.

The guards ran into the palace like a gust of wind, rushing in one direction without hesitation.

In the martial arts arena

Tieshan, who was wearing gray clothes, was holding a broom and sweeping away the fallen leaves and dust in the martial arts arena bit by bit, his expression looking extremely calm.

When Feng Xuan was still in the palace, these things had always been done by servants, but since Feng Xuan left, Tieshan has done it himself.

Tieshan always felt that when he was in the palace, Feng Xuan spent the longest time in this martial arts arena. Whenever he was cleaning the fallen leaves in this martial arts arena, it seemed that he could still see the figure of His Highness practicing martial arts.

After sweeping all the fallen leaves and dust into the bamboo basket, Tieshan looked at the neat martial arts field with a broom and nodded slightly.

"Tie Lao! Tie Lao!"

Just when Tieshan was about to bury the fallen leaves in the bamboo basket, he heard a rush of running sounds coming from outside, and then he saw a guard running towards him from a distance.

"What's so urgent? How can you be so flustered?"

The moment he saw the guard, Tieshan subconsciously straightened his already slightly stooped waist and scolded him with a straight face.

Of course Tieshan knew who the guard was, and he also guessed that someone must have come from outside the palace, otherwise the guard would not have such an attitude.

In the past, other people came to Cangqi Palace to pay homage to Fengxuan, but Fengxuan was not in the palace. It was in the past few years that the news seemed to have spread, and the number of people coming and going gradually became rare and even almost nonexistent.

It's just that as the steward of Cangqi Palace, Tieshan certainly doesn't want his guards to be so panicked when something happens, which is simply disorganized and damages the image of Cangqi Palace.

Seeing Tieshan like this, the guard subconsciously shrank his neck and wanted to calm down. However, he suddenly thought, no, this is a matter related to His Highness.

"It's not Tie Lao, it seems, it seems that His Highness is back!"

The guard pointed outside the palace and told Tieshan what they had seen.

"Please tidy up this place"

However, before the guard finished speaking, he saw a broom suddenly appeared in his hand, and there was no Tieshan figure in front of him.

The guard looked in a daze as he looked at Tieshan's afterimage disappearing around the corner, then looked at the broom in his hand and the fallen leaves in the bamboo basket, and was silent for a moment.

The giant crane gradually stopped in front of the gate of Cangqi Palace. When he saw Feng Xuan and the two walking down from the back of the giant crane, the remaining guard's eyes immediately lit up and he hurried up.

"You are really Your Highness, my subordinates thought they had seen it wrong!"

The guard looked at Feng Xuan's appearance that had not changed much. Although nearly ten years had passed, with the memory of a warrior, he naturally did not feel that he would admit his mistake.

"It's you, Shi Qi. Nothing happened in Cangqi Palace, right?"

Feng Xuan smiled slightly. Unlike the residences of other palaces, there were not many people in Cangqi Palace. Naturally, he knew almost all of them, even if he was an inconspicuous servant.

"Your Highness, everything in the palace is fine. It's just that I haven't seen you for a long time, and everyone is a little unaccustomed to it."

Guard Seventeen looked at Feng Xuan's still friendly appearance, and he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the feeling of unfamiliarity immediately faded a lot.

His Highness Ninth Highness is a very talkative person, which is agreed upon by almost everyone in the palace.

"It took a long time to go out this time. Where is Uncle Shan, is he in the palace?"

Feng Xuan asked casually while walking towards the palace.

"Your Highness, this old slave is here"

Before Feng Xuan finished speaking, he saw a figure in gray clothes passing by the palace gate and coming to him. It was Tieshan who was coming in a hurry.

Seeing Tieshan, the guard immediately retreated knowingly, obviously knowing that he was no longer needed here.

"Shan Bo, long time no see... Hey, Shan Bo, have you made a breakthrough?"

Feng Xuan looked at Tieshan who seemed to be looking a little older. He was about to say something when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Before, Tieshan was only at the peak of Qi Transformation level, but now the aura on his body has reached the God gathering level.

"Your Highness has good eyesight, but this old slave has dull qualifications. It was only in the fifth year after you left that I realized the mystery of the God Gathering Level and was able to break through. Thanks to His Highness's guidance at the time, otherwise I'm afraid it would be difficult to break through even now."

Tieshan was smiling, obviously very happy.

In the past, he was only a Qi Transformation level cultivator. People with this kind of cultivation could be said to be in great numbers in the Holy Land, and they were often worried that they would not be able to keep up with Feng Xuan's footsteps and would be abandoned.

Now that he has finally broken through to the God-Gathering level, he has finally surpassed a large number of people. The warriors of the God-Gathering level are naturally much rarer than those of the Qi Transformation level.

"Congratulations, Uncle Shan. You have worked so hard to take care of Cangqi Palace all these years. This gift should be regarded as my congratulatory gift."

Feng Xuan laughed, took out a three-foot long dark iron heavy sword from his arms and handed it to Tieshan.

Seeing Feng Xuan's actions, Tieshan was startled at first, and then refused without hesitation:

"Your Highness, no, old slave..."

"Okay, just take it. It's just an ordinary spiritual weapon, not a rare thing."

Feng Xuan obviously knew Tieshan's character, and he couldn't help but put it into his hand, his tone slightly darkened.

Seeing Feng Xuan like this, Tieshan could only helplessly take it with a smile. However, when he saw the eight faint spiritual patterns on the heavy sword, he still couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly, and he was about to subconsciously pick it up again. Pass it back to Feng Xuan.

Tieshan never expected that the ordinary spiritual weapon Feng Xuan talked about turned out to be an eighth-level spiritual weapon. This was simply beyond his imagination.

An eight-marked spiritual weapon could be worth at least 20,000 white yuan stones in the Holy Land. Feng Xuan's move seemed to him to be extremely lavish.

Thinking back to the time when Feng Xuan first arrived in the Holy Land, there were almost no resources. The master and servant, together with the entire Cangqi Palace, almost relied on Feng Xuan's gifts. Tieshan felt a little sad in his heart.

If others don't know, how can he not know that His Highness does not have any big power behind him, and relies almost entirely on his own resources, and the Lord of the Palace will hardly care about this.

Not only Feng Xuan, but also other war palace disciples are almost like this, but most of them will have their own other forces as backers.

But when Tieshan was about to refuse, he saw Feng Xuan's somewhat unkind eyes and immediately shrank back, not daring to say anything more.

"Shan Bo, this is my good friend, Yin Feng. He will live in the palace for the next time. Please help him make arrangements."

Seeing that Tieshan no longer refused, Feng Xuan turned to Tieshan and introduced Yinfeng, who had been doing nothing next to him.

"Hello, Your Excellency Yinfeng, I am the steward of Cangqi Palace. You can just call me Tieshan."

Seeing Feng Xuan's introduction, Tieshan's face became solemn, he subconsciously adjusted his appearance and said to Yinfeng.

"Hahaha, you're welcome, you're welcome, I just have no place to go and am working with the boss to earn a living. Since the boss calls you Uncle Shan, I'll just call you that too."

Yinfeng smiled and quickly waved his hand.

"Uh, this..."

Seeing Yinfeng's appearance, Tieshan was slightly dazed and looked at Fengxuan unconsciously, obviously a little embarrassed.

"Haha, just let him go, Uncle Shan, has anything special happened during this time?"