Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 137 - 125: Divine Arrow at Great Perfection—Kill Kill Kill! (3)

Chapter 137: Chapter 125: Divine Arrow at Great Perfection—Kill Kill Kill! (3)

The masked man said angrily.

They could only watch from afar as Jiang Feng took Han Dong and disappeared from sight. Though their body techniques were impressive, they couldn’t run all the way like a horse. Even if they caught up to Jiang Feng, their primordial power would be exhausted.

This needed careful planning.

"Hand over the cultivation techniques and that kid to me. The list and Han Dong, you can keep those for yourselves."

The Beast Master old man said gloomily.

He threw the arrow in his hand onto the ground.

"I want Han Dong."

The elderly man with silver hair seized the moment to speak.

"Fine, I just want the list."

The masked man nodded, though it was unclear if he really agreed or was just brushing them off.

But one thing was clear to the three of them—if they wanted to break through Jiang Feng’s archery, they couldn’t act alone anymore. They’d have to work together.

"Giddyup!"

Jiang Feng spurred his horse without pause.

Even though he couldn’t see them, he didn’t dare slow down.

He was afraid that if he slipped up, the three would show up again. He knew too—forcing them back with Divine Arrow wouldn’t be as easy as before. Killing all three would take becoming an Innate Powerhouse, or his Divine Arrow advancing once more, or maybe landing a sneak attack when they turned on each other.

Otherwise, facing them head-on—even just one of them—would not be easy.

Even though Divine Arrow had already reached Great Perfection Level.

But it was only a basic archery skill he’d gotten from Li Wei, far from true profound martial arts. Especially that Beast Master old man—his Primordial Power Vortex seemed like it could devour everything. The three arrows he shot out were all tightly caught by it. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

And that masked man’s swordsmanship was terrifying too—each arrow shot was parried away by his sword. If not for the sheer force of Jiang Feng’s arrows, there’d have been no way to push him back.

As for the elderly man’s palm technique, it was relentless. Each palm seemed to flow into the next, every palm seal almost tangible, fierce as a raging river, destructive and overwhelming.

Jiang Feng suddenly realized—not every First Grade Qi Refining Realm martial artist was as easy to kill as that old woman.

Maybe, back at White Tiger Mountain, the reason he could slice her down in one stroke was because she never expected him to be in First Grade Qi Refining, nor to have cultivated a demonic saber technique like Loulan Slash.

Caught off guard, she didn’t stand a chance.

All in all, Jiang Feng’s heart was unsettled.

He did not slow, carrying Han Dong, running the whole way.

He didn’t know how far they’d gone.

Until the horse beneath them let out a mournful cry and collapsed to the ground. Only then did Jiang Feng quickly leap off, holding Han Dong and landing steadily.

"Damn, the horse is worn out and can’t run anymore."

Jiang Feng exclaimed in shock.

This horse, which Han Dong had prepared in advance, had carried the two of them through a whole day and night, exhausting itself completely. Even a precious blood-sweating steed couldn’t have lasted longer.

"Let’s find a place to hide first."

Han Dong said.

The look in her eyes as she gazed at Jiang Feng changed again.

Jiang Feng’s archery had just soared, making him seem like a different person. With just his archery skills, he’d forced back three unmatched powerhouses—that was simply unimaginable.

"We need to find somewhere defensible."

Jiang Feng scanned the surroundings. In the end, he and Han Dong headed from barren land into the forest. The nearby mountains were rather flat, so finding a good defensive spot wasn’t easy. If they kept going forward, Han Dong’s body wouldn’t be able to handle it, so they could only enter the woods for now.

"Sister Dong, take a good rest—I’ll go scout the area."

Jiang Feng took up his Overlord Bow and patrolled the vicinity. Once sure it was safe, with neither signs of people nor any formidable demon beasts, he returned to Han Dong’s side.

"If they catch up again, you should just go alone. With your archery, they won’t waste time chasing you."

Han Dong said.

"Sister Dong, don’t think too much. Just rest for now."

Jiang Feng laughed.

Then, he swiftly checked his skill panel.

Name: Jiang Feng

Fortune: 34,561

Cultivation Technique: Tai Chi Longevity Skill (Mastery)

Skills: Prison Guard Long Fist (Perfection+) Divine Arrow (Great Perfection) Loulan Slash (Mastery+)

Realm: First Grade (Qi Refining)

Divine Power: Immortality

Jiang Feng discovered that after successfully shaking off the three First Grade Qi Refining powerhouses, his Fortune Points had increased by over twenty thousand. It was clear how dangerous it would’ve been to stay and fight them just now.

Cold sweat broke out on him unconsciously.

He felt a sense of narrowly escaping death.

Fortunately, he’d decisively chosen to upgrade Divine Arrow to Great Perfection just now.

"No—I can’t leave these Fortune Points unspent. I need to upgrade Loulan Slash."

Jiang Feng sensed danger hadn’t passed yet.

Those three would definitely catch up soon. If he didn’t evade them, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Last upgrade cost me twelve thousand."

"This time it’ll cost at least twenty-four thousand."

"Sigh... upgrade!"

Although Jiang Feng felt pain at spending so many Fortune Points, he hesitated not for a second.

The panel information changed rapidly.

Fortune: 10,561

Skills: Loulan Slash (Minor Achievement)

As he wished, Loulan Slash had finally upgraded another level.

"Better upgrade Prison Guard Long Fist too!"

Not at ease, Jiang Feng spent another eight thousand to upgrade Prison Guard Long Fist to Great Perfection State.

The panel information changed again.

Fortune: 2,561

Skills: Prison Guard Long Fist (Great Perfection)

"Now, of all the skills I’ve mastered, apart from Loulan Slash, all have reached Great Perfection State."

Jiang Feng said to himself.

"Jiang Feng, what are you thinking?"

Han Dong noticed Jiang Feng sat down but didn’t speak a word.

Sitting there, sometimes his brows relaxing, sometimes furrowed, sometimes happy, sometimes pained—who could tell what was running through his mind?