Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 200 - 148: Golden Road

Jiang Feng felt surrounded on all sides, like a cornered beast.

His life hung in the balance.

Instinctively, he checked the panel information below.

Name: Jiang Feng

Fortune: 110988

Cultivation Technique: Tai Chi Longevity Skill (Minor Achievement)

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

Realm: Innate (Primordial Realm)

Divine Power: Immortality

"If I get discovered later, I can only pour all my Fortune Points into the Three-legged Body Technique and count on my movement speed to escape alive."

Jiang Feng thought to himself.

"Last time I activated the Three-legged Body Technique, I used up fifteen thousand Fortune Points, thirty thousand for Proficient, sixty thousand for Mastery. Even if I use it all, I still can’t reach Mastery. Let’s hope I don’t get discovered!"

Jiang Feng prayed in his heart.

It had not been easy gathering these hundred and ten thousand Fortune Points; he was truly reluctant to spend them all on the Three-legged Body Technique.

So all he did now was get ready. He wasn’t in a hurry to use his Fortune Points yet.

A quarter of an hour passed.

In Jiang Feng’s perception, the power of heaven and earth in this place began to ripple slightly.

Having cultivated the Tai Chi Longevity Skill, he could pick up subtle details unnoticed by ordinary people—sometimes, his senses were sharper even than Xiao Zhan’s.

"They’re here. Is it the Seventh Prince’s people?"

Jiang Feng wondered to himself.

Then he saw a shadow bolt toward them from afar.

The figure’s body technique was impressive, flitting like a chong ghost in the night, Primordial Power surging through his feet as he glided silently atop the tips of grass, creeping closer to the Yun Gui Sect Immortal Masters.

"He’s here!"

Han Tieshan quickly spotted the shadow too.

"He actually dares to walk into death’s door!"

Xiao Zhan, hiding atop a hill, naturally didn’t overlook anything. But he stayed put; the intruder hadn’t yet attacked Yun Gui Sect’s Immortals.

"Who could it be?"

Han Dong gasped in surprise.

Seeing someone approach,

She looked tense, worried it might be Jiang Feng. Her voice was a little too loud as she spoke.

"Hm?"

"Something’s off."

The shadow, newly stepped into the trap but not yet close to Yun Gui Sect’s Immortals, was also highly alert. While failing to sense Han Tieshan and Xiao Zhan’s ambush, he picked up on the sudden burst of emotional aura from Han Dong’s surprise.

He didn’t hesitate at all—immediately turned to run.

Trying to get away from this place.

"Hoo!"

"Hoo!"

In a flash, two Innate Powerhouses burst forth from the upper left and upper right, moving to encircle the shadow.

"Screech!"

The figure, seeing this, unsheathed his saber and slashed through the air.

It was the Thousand Layered Waves from Loulan Slash.

"A member of the Demon Sect?"

"Isn’t this Loulan Slash way too weak!"

Hidden in the grass, Jiang Feng watched carefully through the blades.

The shadow’s counter was indeed the Thousand Layered Waves from Loulan Slash, but whether in power or speed, it couldn’t compare to him—more like a novice who’d just learned it.

"He’s planning to frame me!"

Jiang Feng gritted his teeth inwardly, immediately sensing something was wrong.

"Leave him!"

The Innate Powerhouses brought by Xiao Zhan were all formidable—at least Peak Primordial Realm—but their body techniques couldn’t match the shadow. Before they could close in, the shadow broke through and rushed out.

"Boom!"

Xiao Zhan couldn’t just watch anymore.

He struck without hesitation.

His silhouette dove from the distant hilltop.

With one raised palm, he thundered an attack, overwhelming his foe in both speed and power.

The shadow panicked, clearly never expecting Xiao Zhan to be here as well.

Thinking to flee, he was too late—only just managing to slash again in panic, the Loulan Slash once more, but this time it was completely disorganized.

Jiang Feng then saw Xiao Zhan, like an invincible titan, casually break through the shadow’s Thousand Layered Waves—though the attacker’s saber skills were inferior to his own, Xiao Zhan seemed to shatter them with a flick of the finger, moving with absolute composure.

That terrifying combat strength and unhurried poise—

Deeply shook Jiang Feng.

"Bang!"

The shadow was kicked flying by Xiao Zhan.

His night clothes tore apart with a crack.

His face now revealed for all to see.

A middle-aged man with prominent brow bones.

"Huff!"

Xiao Zhan took a step forward, coming right up to him.

"Smack!"

A backhanded slap.

The man was sent flying again. When he raised his head, his face had completely changed.

No longer that of a middle-aged man,

But Yang the Third, royal tributor of the Imperial City.

Xiao Zhan had clearly seen through his disguise—a single slap revealing his true identity.

"Mr. Yang!"

Han Tieshan exclaimed in shock,

Bringing Han Dong with him as he approached.

Seeing the shadow try to escape, he’d tried to stop him too.

"So it was you."

Xiao Zhan’s eyes gleamed murderously.

"King Xiao, do as you wish—kill or flay me, it’s up to you."

Yang the Third sat on the ground, knowing escape was impossible. He looked utterly indifferent, choosing not to struggle at all.

"My son bore you no grudge. Why did you have to take his life?"

Xiao Zhan roared, incensed.

He stomped a foot down on Yang the Third’s chest.

"Uncle Xiao, it’s not Mr. Yang!"

Han Dong quickly cried out.

The day Yang the Third was defeated by Jin Muchuan, he’d fled to the Imperial City for reinforcements. By the time he returned, Jin Muchuan was already dead, and Xiao Ran had gone into a faked death state.

"Mr. Yang, why quarrel with King Xiao over this?"

Han Tieshan also knew Yang the Third was innocent.

"Hmph, I regret not killing Xiao Ran with a single palm on the mountain. Would have saved you so much trouble later."

Yang the Third ignored Han Tieshan and his daughter, nursing a bellyful of anger. He cursed Xiao Zhan directly.

He had suffered repeated humiliation at Xiao Zhan’s hands,

and was already at the brink of explosion. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Unable to deal with Xiao Zhan, he’d set his sights on Xiao Ran. Unexpectedly, blinded by rage, he hadn’t realized everything Xiao Zhan did in the Imperial City was just a trap.

"Courting death!"

Xiao Zhan was furious—there was no way he’d spare Yang the Third now.

He lashed out with a kick.

His toe landed solidly on Yang the Third’s chest.

"Stop!"

Han Tieshan called out.

"Bang!"

But it was too late.