Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 215 - 152: Southbound (Part 2)

In short, Jiang Feng ignored her.

Back in his workspace, Jiang Feng glanced at his Fortune Point again.

Fortune: 157,761

It went up by over six hundred.

There was danger.

But it didn’t seem too big.

Still, no matter what, even the smallest danger brought Fortune Points. If he could avoid it, he would. Jiang Feng felt perfectly at ease with that.

When the shift change came.

Jiang Feng returned to Willow Alley.

"Just over two thousand more points, and I can upgrade Longevity Skill again. Above Primordial Realm is True Essence Realm, and above True Essence Realm is Celestial Profound Realm. Last time I escaped alive from Xiao Zhan and Liu Jinhu, all thanks to catching them off guard and the strange phenomenon from Three-legged Body Technique. If my cultivation grows again and reaches True Essence Realm, facing Xiao Zhan or Liu Jinhu again, based on prior experience, I’ll definitely be able to run even faster."

Jiang Feng muttered to himself.

Even if his strength improved, even if he was sure of victory, unless necessary, Jiang Feng didn’t want trouble with Xiao Zhan and Liu Jinhu. He only wished he could be completely ignored, best if no one paid him any attention at all.

The national gate was in turmoil.

The Second Prince was confined.

Jiang Feng’s days felt like when he was working on the first floor—idle and comfortable.

In a blink, two months passed.

Dragon Capital was calm as ever.

From the national gate, good news kept coming. Xiao Zhan deserved his title as Great Tang War God—he successfully repelled the Turkic Army’s attacks over twenty times, not only defending every time but also leaving piles of Turkic corpses each battle.

Yesterday, another victory arrived.

Three days ago,

Xiao Zhan led thirty thousand troops, for the first time in two months, launched an offensive, stormed the Turkic Camp, killed the enemy’s commander with his own hands, slaughtered fifty thousand enemy soldiers, and forced the Turkic Army besieging the national gate to retreat beyond Yangshou Pass.

The Emperor was ecstatic, promoted Xiao Zhan to National Guardian War God, gave him the Black Tortoise Whip, instructing him to strike corrupt emperors above and treacherous ministers below.

Meanwhile, on the southern side, the Red Lotus Sect developed rapidly. They used to hide in busy cities or remote forests, fighting guerrilla battles with government officials.

Now, rumors spread of the Red Lotus Sect Leader becoming a Celestial Profound Realm powerhouse. The sect members were full of morale, waving the banner of defending the people and overthrowing the corrupt Emperor. They’d already started uprisings in the south, taking over several county towns.

The news reached Dragon Capital, the Emperor was furious, sent one hundred thousand troops south, assembling several elite southern brigades together to form an encirclement, intent on annihilating all rebels. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Han Tieshan also sent reinforcements south.

At the same time,

Jiang Feng received one piece of news he least wanted to hear.

The Second Prince’s confinement order was lifted.

Many people in Dragon Capital grew restless once again.

But the day before the Second Prince’s ban was lifted,

Dali Temple officials took Huo Shangxiang from Zhenbei Prison. Soon after, news arrived: Huo Shangxiang bit her tongue and killed herself in Dali Temple. As for the matter she’d wanted to discuss with Han Dong, Jiang Feng knew nothing at all.

Meanwhile, people of Yun Gui Sect, after waking Xiao Ran up, not only didn’t leave Dragon Capital, but even sent for reinforcements.

Rumors said they intended to wipe out all Demon Sect followers in one sweep.

Jiang Feng trembled; he checked his panel info to calm himself.

Fortune: 158,972

In the past two months,

Jiang Feng avoided all trouble.

The danger from Xiao Zhan and the Second Prince seemed resolved, or at least stuck in some unseen deadlock. All in all, these two months, the only way Jiang Feng’s Fortune Points grew was by staying out of trouble in Zhenbei Prison, getting barely ten or twenty points a day.

Compared to before, when thousands came at once.

The difference was huge.

But it was safe.

So Jiang Feng wasn’t in a hurry.

When the shift change came,

Jiang Feng returned to Willow Alley.

Late in the quiet night, Jiang Feng took out the cowhide scroll he’d exchanged from the old Daoist using two account books from the Dark Hall.

The contents on the cowhide scroll—

—were cultivation techniques translated from Demon Slaying Skill and Five Poison Grass.

A technique surpassing Celestial Extreme.

Ever since he got the cultivation technique, Jiang Feng had been trying to read through the scroll completely, wanting to record it into the panel.

The first time he tried, he couldn’t get through two lines before his eyes stung and tears flowed. As he continued deeper research, now he could manage over ten lines.

But there were over a hundred lines on the scroll.

Any further reading, and his eyes couldn’t bear it.

Even his Primordial Power was affected.

Plus, even the first ten lines he could read faded from his mind quickly, as if the text itself had a demon nature and wouldn’t stay in his head long.

"I wonder—once I break through to True Essence Realm, will I be able to record this technique into my panel?"

Jiang Feng muttered.

He’d always had high hopes for the technique on the cowhide scroll—a cultivation surpassing Celestial Extreme was an unfathomable treasure. If he could record it into his panel and practice this Magic Sect technique, his strength would surely skyrocket.

Maybe then, he could punch Xiao Zhan and kick Liu Jinhu—wouldn’t have to spend every day worrying about those two finding him.

Fifteen minutes later,

Jiang Feng put the cowhide scroll away.

His eyes were bloodshot.

After the eleventh line, first section, his eyes couldn’t take it anymore. Jiang Feng didn’t dare push further.

"No matter what, one day, I’ll record it into the panel."

Jiang Feng thought to himself.

He could afford to wait.

The next day,

Jiang Feng returned to Zhenbei Prison.

Everything inside was as usual—some were transferred out, some sent in.

The Emperor had mixed feelings of joy and worry.

People kept coming and going; Jiang Feng, together with Chief Wang and a few others, did his job properly.

So another month passed like this.

Jiang Feng’s Fortune Points had accumulated to 159,345—just over six hundred short of 160,000. Becoming a True Essence Realm powerhouse was within reach.

"Greetings, Lord Director of the Prison."

...

Han Dong returned from the Imperial City to Zhenbei Prison.

During this time, Xiao Ran had been living in the Imperial City all along. Han Dong frequently visited him, and Xiao Ran hardly ever came to Zhenbei Prison—roughly, Jiang Feng hadn’t seen him in three months.

This had lightened Jiang Feng’s heart quite a bit.

As long as he didn’t see Xiao Ran, he wouldn’t think about Xiao Zhan.

"Jiang Feng, come with me."

Lately, Han Dong had kept his distance, but now approached Jiang Feng personally.

Jiang Feng and Han Dong went to the courtyard.

Han Dong said, "His Majesty summoned me. The rebels in the south are surging, and I’m to support my father. I’ll be leaving Zhenbei Prison for a while. Tomorrow, a Grand Commander and a Vice Commander will be taking over. From what I know, both are people of the Seventh Prince. If any trouble comes up while I’m away, you can go to Lord Bao. He’ll help you out."

"Can’t you not go?"

Jiang Feng was a bit worried for Han Dong.

He felt the Second Prince’s issues were far from settled. Last time, Liu Jinhu even dared to barge into the prison to snatch Han Dong. This time, if Han Dong went south, it’d make it even easier for the Second Prince to target him.

"No way, it’s an imperial decree. I have to go whether I want to or not. But don’t worry about me—the Second Prince wants to redeem himself, planning to ally with my father to wipe out the rebels. During this period, he won’t dare touch me. Maybe my father can broker some reconciliation."

Han Dong shook his head.

"Alright, but no matter what, you must be careful."

Jiang Feng could only persuade.

The next day,

Han Dong left Dragon Capital and headed south, supporting Han Tieshan, assisting the Second Prince in rooting out the Red Lotus Sect rebels.

Inside Zhenbei Prison,

The long-vacant Grand Commander and Vice Commander posts finally got replacements that day.

Officer Zhao led a group of captains and little prison chiefs to greet them at the door.

Jiang Feng saw the Grand Commander and Vice Commander arrive together.

Han Dong had mentioned both were Seventh Prince’s men, but Jiang Feng hadn’t expected the Vice Commander to be someone he’d met before—Lin Yuanfu, the one who’d come to Zhenbei Prison to pick up Black Tiger.

Jiang Feng remembered Lin Yuanfu was a Third-Rank Beast Master.

Beast Master.

Ranks one to nine.

First Rank is the lowest.

Ninth Rank is the highest.

The ranking is exactly opposite of the Postnatal Martial Artist levels.

As a Beast Master, Lin Yuanfu was equivalent to a Seventh Grade Marrow Refining Martial Artist, but Beast Masters were prestigious, often becoming Tributors of noble families. For Lin Yuanfu to be transferred from the Demon Suppression Bureau to Zhenbei Prison as Vice Commander was quite something.

Jiang Feng was genuinely surprised.

At first, when Lin Yuanfu came for Black Tiger, Jiang Feng thought he was a Second Prince’s man. Unexpectedly, he was with the Seventh Prince.

As for the Grand Commander—

Jiang Feng had no impression of him, but felt something odd from the aura he gave off. There were faint rune marks flashing in his eyes—who knows what kind of divine skills or techniques he’d cultivated.

The two of them, welcomed by the crowd, entered Zhenbei Prison.

"Old Li, this Zhenbei Prison is damn weird. Last time, that half-tiger demon suddenly went into heat. If it hadn’t been for the Prison Army, I’d have met my end right here."

Lin Yuanfu walked in from the entrance, whispering.