Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 124 - 121: Mission Accomplished

"What a hopeless romantic!"

At the foot of the cliff.

Standing beside the thatched hut.

Holding a Thousand-Mile Horse and waiting for Han Dong, Jiang Feng looked up at the cliff, his view blocked by thick fog. Although he couldn’t see Xiao Ran’s figure, Xiao Ran’s ghostly yells from above came through loud and clear.

He really admired this guy.

This fellow has been charging ahead for Han Dong all the way.

Not the least bit afraid to offend the Second Prince or the Seventh Prince.

Who knows if it’s because he’s relying on his status as the Heir of King Zhennan, or if he truly dares to risk his life for Han Dong.

"Xiao Ran didn’t find Sister Dong up there. Looks like she’s on her way down—I’ll wait for her."

Jiang Feng muttered to himself.

He raised his head and looked up.

There was a faint, flickering firelight in the fog.

Along with the thunderous explosions from earlier, Jiang Feng realized Han Dong must have wrapped up her business and was now coming down.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

Then his gaze shifted to the few corpses that had fallen from above, smashed to pieces. He clicked his tongue in wonder.

Especially one of them—a corpse with white hair.

Just now, that person had fallen from high up.

Hiding by the thatched hut, he had seen it all clearly.

The guy had been thrashing his arms and legs in midair.

Primordial Power was surging, palm after palm striking out, trying to disperse some of the force of the fall.

Unfortunately, in the end, it didn’t work. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Still got smashed into pulp alive.

"Wonder what would happen if an Innate Powerhouse fell from up there?"

"This world is still too damn dangerous. If I can avoid it, I’d rather just keep laying low in Zhenbei Prison."

Jiang Feng sighed inwardly.

Watching a First Grade Qi Refining Realm expert die like that right before his eyes made him painfully aware of how far he was from true strength.

At this thought.

Jiang Feng checked his panel.

Name: Jiang Feng

Fortune: 38,571

Cultivation Technique: Tai Chi Longevity Skill (Mastery)

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

Realm: First Grade (Qi Refining)

Divine Power: Immortality

Jiang Feng noticed that his Fortune Points had unknowingly increased by more than 30,000.

His previously anxious heart finally felt a bit comforted.

Before, saving Han Dong and killing Blood Skull was about actively inviting risk. Once it was done, there was no Fortune increase.

Afterwards, he returned to Zhenbei Prison.

Being taken from Dragon Capital by Han Dong and facing everything today—this was all Han Dong bringing him along, not Jiang Feng looking for trouble himself.

In Jiang Feng’s original plan, once Han Dong was rescued from Blood Skull, it should have been over. Any more trouble would’ve been Han Dong’s problem.

Who would have guessed Han Dong worried he’d be in danger if he stayed at Zhenbei Prison, afraid someone would use Jiang Feng for the list and cultivation techniques, and so dragged him out of Dragon Capital.

Which meant Jiang Feng went from taking risks proactively to being dragged into them passively.

Of course, because of how things started, this round of risk didn’t bring Jiang Feng all that much Fortune.

Those 30,000-plus Fortune Points, he knew deep down, came from shooting Chu Yuyan, helping avoid his own exposure.

The real risk came from Chu Yuyan.

Not the trap Han Dong set up.

It was his timely shooting of Chu Yuyan

that let outsiders keep thinking of him as the Little Prison Chief of Zhenbei Prison, earning him so many Fortune Points.

"Hmm, someone’s coming—is that Sister Dong?"

Right then, Jiang Feng sensed an aura.

It was deep into the night.

The bottom of the cliff was enveloped in thick fog.

Even with Jiang Feng’s keen senses,

visibility was low.

He followed the direction of the aura with his eyes.

Gradually, a figure slowly entered his field of view.

That person was in rough shape.

Covered in blood.

Like they’d just crawled out of a brutal fight.

But when Jiang Feng looked closely—

he realized it wasn’t Han Dong.

It was Wu Tianxiong from the Black Market.

"Who?"

Wu Tianxiong also spotted a figure ahead.

He stepped out from the mist.

And slowly closed the distance between them.

Finally, when they were only five meters apart, he could see Jiang Feng’s face clearly.

At first glance, he felt this guy was weirdly familiar.

Thinking it over—

he suddenly recalled: once, a Little Prison Guard holding Wang Qisheng’s handwriting had come to the Black Market asking him for Five Poison Grass. That person looked exactly like Jiang Feng before him.