Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 156 - 131: A Step Away from Innate Hijack Prison_3

Chapter 156: Chapter 131: A Step Away from Innate Hijack Prison_3

Slowly, the dormant Primordial Power within him seemed to be tugged, starting to tremble and reverberate, as if unable to resist, wanting to circulate on its own following the Three-legged Body Technique’s mantra.

This feeling was identical to when he’d seen this Body Technique for the second time in the Black Market.

Jiang Feng’s eyes widened.

He wanted to catch every detail, to figure out why—bit by bit, the characters on the Three-legged Body Technique seemed to morph into footprints, flying off the pages, swirling in front of Jiang Feng, as if a shadow was running above his head.

"What the..."

Jiang Feng felt it was unbelievable.

As a First Grade Qi Refining Realm powerhouse,

he was sure this was no hallucination.

"Hoo!"

But just as he tried to memorize those footprints,

the footprint phantoms suddenly vanished; the book returned to normal, dull and ordinary. No matter how Jiang Feng delved into its contents, the Three-legged Body Technique was just as before, showing no further changes.

"This is so bizarre, just what kind of thing is this book?"

Jiang Feng was at a loss.

He truly wanted to spend tens of thousands of Fortune Points on the Three-legged Body Technique to see what hidden oddities lay within, but in the end he dismissed the thought—everything would have to wait until he became an Innate Powerhouse.

The next day,

Jiang Feng, as usual, arrived at Zhenbei Prison.

He entered the third floor.

And found that today was livelier than yesterday.

Chief Wang and Chief Ma were helping people from the Dragon Capital Government Office escort a bloodstained middle-aged man, bound in chains, into a cell.

The middle-aged man was not only tightly bound,

but his scapula bones were also locked.

At this moment he seemed dispirited—whether dead inside or just deep in thought, nobody knew.

Jiang Feng felt this person looked somewhat familiar.

He stared closely.

A look of shock spread over his face.

This middle-aged man was actually the very person who, half a month ago outside the Black Market, had asked to see the Three-legged Body Technique, and from whom Jiang Feng had "scored" a free Wind Palm technique; and it was known the man possessed First Grade Qi Refining Realm cultivation.

His Body Technique surpassed Jiang Feng’s.

How could someone like this be subdued by the Dragon Capital Government Office?

He saw that among those sending in the middle-aged man was Huo Shangxiang, the Chief Constable of the Dragon Capital Government Office.

Huo Shangxiang had only recently advanced to Third Grade Refining Divinity Realm.

He’d thought she might be able to compete with Han Dong, but unexpectedly, Han Dong not only broke through in strength, she’d become Lord Director of Zhenbei Prison. Even if Huo Shangxiang personally delivered a prisoner, meeting Han Dong was not so easy.

And so, after the prisoner was sent in, Huo Shangxiang left in a hurry, not even wanting to spend another moment in Zhenbei Prison.

Jiang Feng then went to check the detention records.

Wanting to figure out how the middle-aged man landed in the hands of the Dragon Capital Government Office—after all, he knew Huo Shangxiang didn’t have that kind of ability.

Then Jiang Feng learned the middle-aged man had killed someone in the Black Market, trying to snatch a Cultivation Technique from a stall owner, only to be undone by that person. He was then handed over to the Dragon Capital Government Office by Black Market staff.

"Trying to rob a stall owner’s Cultivation Technique—could it be he tried to steal from that one-eyed old man?"

Jiang Feng speculated.

He knew the middle-aged man was strong—even he himself was not guaranteed victory. In the Black Market, for a stall owner to subdue this guy, only that one-eyed old man could do it!

However,

the middle-aged man ought to know the old man’s capabilities too.

Why would he dare try to rob his Cultivation Technique?

Jiang Feng couldn’t figure it out.

But he faintly guessed it must be related to the Three-legged Body Technique. Perhaps the middle-aged man knew some secret—maybe Jiang Feng could learn from him.

Yet Jiang Feng had no intention of interrogating him.

He acted as if he knew nothing.

At the very least, he must not let the middle-aged man know that it was he who bought the Three-legged Body Technique.

"Who’s there!"

Suddenly, a cry came from outside the workroom.

Jiang Feng sensed a terrifying Primordial Power fluctuation, as if it was covering all of Zhenbei Prison.

Han Dong, who was in seclusion consolidating her cultivation, rushed out of the courtyard with her Dual Swords—before she got close, a dark shadow flicked a hand, and Han Dong was sent flying backward.

Iron chains snapped with a loud sound.

And screams echoed through the corridor.

Jiang Feng rushed out to look.

Saw that the cell holding the burlap-clad middle-aged man was now empty; all the iron locks and shackles inside had been snapped, and whoever that was must possess monstrous strength to break into Zhenbei Prison and successfully carry the prisoner away.

"Lord Director of the Prison."

Hu Wenhai’s voice rang out.

Jiang Feng saw Han Dong sprawled in the corridor’s corner.

Hu Wenhai and several other Captains scrambled to help Han Dong up, but Han Dong shook them off.

Han Dong spat a mouthful of blood, barely managing to stand upright.

When she saw Jiang Feng standing at the end of the corridor, her expression twisted painfully—inside, that hurt more than being smashed by the dark shadow; she understood that, given Jiang Feng’s strength, he must have detected the hijacking the instant the shadow rushed in, and could have come to help her right away.

But Jiang Feng did not do so.

Instead, he waited until the shadow escaped before leaving the workroom.

Could it be, to Jiang Feng, concealing his strength and staying out of trouble was more important than helping her?

"Lord Director, who was that just now?"

Hu Wenhai asked.

"Notify the Chief of Prison—say an Innate Powerhouse has hijacked the prison."

Han Dong replied, clutching her chest.

"What? An Innate Powerhouse?"

Hu Wenhai and the others were incredulous.

"Don’t just stand there—move!"

Han Dong snapped.

"Yes!"

Hu Wenhai ran off to inform Bao Longwei.

Officer Zhao called for the Prison Doctor to attend to Han Dong.

By the time Bao Longwei arrived, Han Dong’s breath had steadied somewhat, but she still looked frail.

"Innate Primordial Power—give me the prisoner’s information."

Bao Longwei arrived at the cell door, staring at the hand-broken iron chains and shackles, deeply unsettled.