At Divine Quest Sect’s secret realm, Josephine, Renee, and the others were fretting over the trapped Jared. No matter what they did, they simply could not undo the Immortal Ensnarement Formation.
“Don’t waste your energy. This formation isn’t something you can undo,” Jared said to Josephine. “No! I have to save you! I can’t just do nothing when you’re trapped in there!”
As Josephine spoke, she rained punches on the Immortal Ensnarement Formation. Alas, with her capabilities, she could not damage the formation at all. “I can get out of this myself. This formation can’t keep me in here.” With that, Jared gathered Ultimate Force in his fist.
Boom! He had shattered the Immortal Ensnarement Formation with one punch. Josephine, Renee, and the others were stupefied by the turn of events-by how easily Jared had gotten out of the formation.
It took Renee a while before she recomposed herself enough to say, “You’re mean, Jared! How could you watch us panic when you could’ve come out of this formation yourself all along?”
Even Josephine shot Jared a glare before pouting, evidently angry..
At that sight, he quickly approached her to coax her. “All right. You should hurry and leave this place. Otherwise, you won’t be able to leave once those people return!” Josephine urged as she pushed Jared.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be able to get you all out of here in no time,” he reassured her.
“I have faith in you. Now, hurry.” At Josephine’s insistence, Jared departed from the secret realm of Divine Quest Sect. Upon returning to Deragon Sect, he was reminded of his Dragonslayer Sword, and at wave of bitterness struck him.
He then took out the Dragonslayer Sword and started studying it. When he saw the cracks on the blade, melancholy swelled in his chest.
The Dragonslayer Sword had been by his side throughout various battles. He had become one with his blade, yet his sword was ruined. He was distressed.
“Is there any way for me to restore the Dragonslayer Sword?” Jared mulled out loud, wondering if he could think of a method to restore the sword to its former glory. However, he could not think of anything.
Thus, he went to Flaxseed. Flaxseed’s a wise man who’s been through a lot, so he probably has an answer for me. Flaxseed was stumped after hearing Jared’s request.
“Jared, the Dragonslayer Sword in your hand is a spiritual sword with a conscience. I’m afraid a normal blacksmith will have trouble restoring your sword,” Flaxseed answered as he looked at the Dragonslayer Sword.
“Do you have no way around this at all? Mr. Flaxseed, you’re a knowledgeable man who knows many people. I’m sure you know a few blacksmith masters, right?” Jared uttered, trying to flatter Flaxseed to get his way. Sure enough, Flaxseed’s ego was stroked.
“Of course I do. There was a sect that specialized in forging weapons centuries ago, but it disappeared later on, and no one knows why. A few years ago, I encountered a wandering old priest. While we chatted, I found out that he was originally a blacksmith and was a disciple of that disappeared sect.
I thought he was only bluffing back then, but I was soon proven wrong. I started believing his words when I saw how he forged an extremely sharp. dagger with just a piece of scrap metal,” Flaxseed revealed.
“So where is this old priest? Let’s look for him right away!” Jared said quickly after listening to Flaxseed’s words.
“It’s been so many years since then. How am I supposed to know where he is? But he did say that he started off as a priest at Spiritus Occultus Monastery,” Flaxseed replied. “Very well. We’ll go to Spiritus Occultus Monastery tomorrow, then.”
Jared had made up his mind. He was going to find the blacksmith master that Flaxseed talked about. It would be wonderful if that elderly man could restore his Dragonslayer Sword. Something felt missing if he did not have the Dragonslayer Sword with him.
