Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 111: Above the Celestial Extreme

Escorted by the Prison Army.

Han Dong and Jiang Feng returned to Zhenbei Prison, safe and sound despite the dangers.

"Grand Commander Han, what exactly happened?"

Chu Tianhe asked.

"Just some personal matter, nothing important. You all worked hard tonight."

Han Dong replied offhandedly.

"It’s nothing. If you need anything, just tell us. My brothers and I will stand guard outside."

Chu Tianhe was a sharp one. Since Han Dong didn’t want to talk, he wisely shut his mouth, leading the Prison Army to patrol around Zhenbei Prison.

"Jiang Feng, you stay here in Zhenbei Prison. You’re not allowed to go anywhere."

Han Dong said to Jiang Feng.

"Understood."

Jiang Feng actually intended to do just that.

Thinking of Blood Skull, he asked, "Sister Dong, how did Blood Skull escape from the Dali Temple officials? Wasn’t his pipa bone locked?"

Normally, Jiang Feng would never have asked such a question.

But after being taken hostage by Blood Skull, if he acted as if nothing happened, it wouldn’t make sense.

"It was naturally an inside job. I’ll explain everything to the Lord Director."

Han Dong said angrily.

"Sister Dong, you’re hurt. You should rest first. Chief Chu has already called the Prison Doctor."

Jiang Feng comforted her.

"Mm."

Han Dong nodded. In this situation, she had to stay calm and think everything through.

After a while.

The Prison Doctor prescribed several remedies for Han Dong.

Two female subordinates bandaged Han Dong’s wounds.

After her injuries were treated, Han Dong sent someone to inform Bao Longwei and asked him to come to the prison.

Jiang Feng, meanwhile, went back to his workroom to rest.

The first thing he did was check the panel information.

Fortune: 2189

He discovered that his Fortune Point hadn’t changed much, only increasing by a few points.

Clearly,

going back to save Han Dong

was considered actively seeking danger.

There would be no Fortune Point gains for that; the few extra points were probably from returning to Zhenbei Prison and hiding here, avoiding minor risks.

"What exactly did Sister Dong take?"

"Was her sect wiped out because of that thing?"

Jiang Feng pondered quietly.

Some time ago, Han Dong left to rescue her sect and was detained by him. Back then, he thought it was the Second Prince scheming behind the scenes, but now, things seemed much more complicated than he imagined.

"Last time Sister Dong was poisoned, she didn’t go to Xiao Ran. Instead, she hid at my house. Could that also be related to that thing?"

"With Sister Dong’s intelligence, she’ll definitely think of a solution. I’d better just wait and see."

Jiang Feng tried to stop his mind from wandering.

Resting in the workroom.

Soon, he heard the Prison Guards greeting Bao Longwei.

He knew Han Dong must have called Bao Longwei over. Maybe Bao Longwei could help her.

Half an hour later.

When Jiang Feng, still napping in the workroom, was called over by Han Dong.

"Greetings, Lord Director of the Prison, Grand Commander Han."

Jiang Feng came to Han Dong’s courtyard.

He saw the Prison Director was still there.

"Jiang Feng, put on these clothes."

Han Dong pointed to a set of clothes on the table.

Jiang Feng saw that they looked like outfits worn by Bao Longwei’s attendants.

And Han Dong had already put on a matching set.

"Yes!"

Jiang Feng frowned slightly. Was Han Dong planning to take him away?

He sensibly changed into the clothes.

He knew Han Dong wouldn’t harm him.

"Sister Dong?"

Jiang Feng came out after changing into the outfit.

He found that Han Dong already looked completely different; her heroic presence was gone, replaced by a rougher look, now resembling one of the two attendants Bao Longwei had brought with him.

"Sit down, I’ll disguise you."

Han Dong took out a golden needle.

Jiang Feng nodded and sat on the stool. Han Dong pricked his brow bone and face a few times with the golden needle. Jiang Feng felt his cheeks stiffen. After Han Dong adjusted his face, he too changed, now resembling the other attendant of Bao Longwei.

This bone-shifting and brow-changing technique was far superior to Jiang Feng’s basic Disguise skills.

But it could only deceive ordinary Martial Artists.

Against a First-Grade Powerhouse, he’d still be exposed easily; however, it was enough to fool people inside Zhenbei Prison.

Bao Longwei examined both their altered faces and nodded slightly. Han Dong opened the door, Bao Longwei exited with hands behind his back, Han Dong quickly followed, and Jiang Feng played the part of Bao Longwei’s attendant.

The three of them left Zhenbei Prison together.

As for the two attendants Bao Longwei had originally brought in, they swapped into Jiang Feng and Han Dong’s Official Uniforms, then sat cross-legged on the floor with their backs to the window, meditating.

Once they’d left Zhenbei Prison and arrived at Bao Longwei’s residence,

Bao Longwei took a sedan toward the Imperial City.

Han Dong led Jiang Feng to the stables. Each took a horse and left from the back gate.

"Sister Dong, where are we going?"

Jiang Feng finally found a chance to ask.

"The gates will open soon. Leave the city with me first. I’ll explain everything once we’re outside."

Han Dong spurred her horse forward, leading Jiang Feng toward the South City Gate.

Jiang Feng knew that past the South City Gate, the farther south you went, the poorer and more dangerous it became—outlaws ran rampant, rebel factions stirred trouble. Was Han Dong truly going to take him far from Dragon Capital?

He remembered Tiger Fang Manor was just outside the South City Gate.

Once they reached the South City Gate,

the sky began to lighten in the east.

People had gathered both inside and outside the gate: merchants or civilians returning from abroad, waiting to enter the city; others were those who could no longer survive in Dragon Capital and had to go out on business.

Because of rebel factions stirring trouble,

Dragon Capital was under martial law.

Every commoner coming into the city had to undergo strict checks, while those leaving on business faced fewer restrictions. Han Dong got them out with a single piece of silver.

Ten li outside the city,

Han Dong pulled on the reins, glanced around to make sure no one was there, then said to Jiang Feng, "Aren’t you curious why I got poisoned before, hid at your place, let you find medicine for me, and now that the rebels are after me—even Zhenbei Prison can’t keep us safe—and I’m taking you away?"

"Yes."

Jiang Feng nodded, waiting for Han Dong’s explanation.

"Do you still remember when the rebels hijacked the prison and tried to rescue the Young Master of the Red Lotus Sect?"

Han Dong asked.

"Of course I remember. It was after that that you noticed me and transferred me from the first to the third level."

Jiang Feng replied.

"That was when the problem started. After you carried out the Young Master’s corpse, I checked it myself and discovered something strange."

Han Dong sighed.

"Sister Dong...what did you see?"

Jiang Feng felt a surge of alertness inside.

"I saw Black Patterns on the Young Master of the Red Lotus Sect’s body. They looked fierce, but followed a unique order—almost like bizarre glyphs."

Han Dong recalled.

"What?"

Jiang Feng had thought she’d bring up the golden needle again.

"At first, I thought I was overthinking it. Later when Wang Qisheng was locked in Zhenbei Prison, he had you buy the Five Poison Grass at the Black Market. At that time, I had just made a breakthrough and was awarded a commendation, so I went to the Academy and found the Five Poison Grass."

"I combined the contents of the Five Poison Grass with the Black Patterns on the Young Master of the Red Lotus Sect, and discovered it was actually a brand new Cultivation Technique. I wasn’t sure if there was a trap, so I recorded it and sent it to my master to seek guidance."

"My master replied: ’Celestial Extreme and beyond!’"

Han Dong spoke slowly.