Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 161 - 134: Innate Battle (2)

Han Dong gave an order to Chu Tianhe.

"Yes."

Chu Tianhe responded.

"You want us to go up first?"

Huo Shangxiang felt something was wrong.

After all, not only did Han Dong want them to guard halfway up the mountain, but also to go up first.

"Is there a problem?"

Han Dong countered.

Huo Shangxiang was rendered speechless.

Capturing fugitives is the Court Government Office’s duty; even if the matter involves Han Dong, they are obliged to assist. Moreover, Han Dong was ordered to come, and if they fail to catch the fugitive, they have no excuse to present.

"Chief Constable, please lead the way!"

Chu Tianhe smiled at Huo Shangxiang.

"Brothers, follow me up the mountain; let’s wish Director Han a successful night!"

Huo Shangxiang shouted to her subordinates, feeling helpless and grumbling internally.

"Heh, Sister Dong is indeed smart; it seems she has sensed something amiss."

Jiang Feng whispered to himself from the darkness. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

He then glanced at Mr. Yang and thought, "Mr. Yang? His strength should be inferior to mine, at least for now, he hasn’t discovered me."

Jiang Feng only took a quick glance, afraid to stare for too long. No matter what, Innate Powerhouses are very sensitive to the Power of Heaven and Earth around them. Staring for long, even if one’s cultivation is higher, unless overwhelming, the other party can feel the presence.

"Let’s go up first and see what preparations the Second Prince has made."

Jiang Feng’s figure disappeared into the darkness.

With the help of the Three-legged Body Technique, he seemed like a gust of wind in the night, swiftly leaping towards the mountain.

"Hmm?"

Mr. Yang frowned and looked towards where Jiang Feng was hiding.

"Mr. Yang, what’s wrong?"

Bao Longwei asked curiously.

"Oh, nothing."

Mr. Yang shook his head; at first, he felt a slight fluctuation in the Power of Heaven and Earth from Jiang Feng’s previous position, but it vanished quickly. Considering he has been Innate for twenty years, if someone was there earlier and withdrew, he should have noticed, so he didn’t pay it further mind.

On Black Iron Mountain.

Jiang Feng used his Three-legged Body Technique, running above Huo Shangxiang and her team like a ghost.

On Black Iron Mountain, the road from halfway up becomes rugged and steep, like a cliff towering over a sand heap.

The Prison Army, to reach the top, must exert considerable effort.

Even with Jiang Feng’s Innate Elemental Realm cultivation and superb body technique, it took him effort to leap from the mountain base to the peak.

Fortunately, along the way, he noticed no anomalies.

Upon reaching the summit.

Jiang Feng sensed something was off.

The summit area was only the size of two football fields.

At the peak stood a long-abandoned courtyard, and Jiang Feng noticed it appeared to be a place for crafting weapons. Having stayed in Dragon Capital for over a year, he had heard the secrets about Black Iron Mountain.

It’s rumored to be rich in minerals.

Over the decades, several pieces of Profound Iron have emerged from here.

A group of Swordsmiths once visited, and this courtyard is likely left by them.

Jiang Feng stood at the summit’s edge, gazing toward the courtyard.

Inside the courtyard, flickers of firelight revealed two distinct auras.

Additionally.

Several corners of the courtyard concealed multiple elite warriors, whose traces could only be detected by an Innate ability to sense shifts in the Power of Heaven and Earth; otherwise, Jiang Feng wouldn’t have discovered them easily.

Originally, he thought the Second Prince’s arrangements on Black Iron Mountain would be akin to Han Dong’s initial setup on White Tiger Mountain, with traps and mechanisms scattered about. Unexpectedly, the approach was simple and straightforward, placing a group of elites on the summit to await Han Dong’s arrival.

It makes sense, after all.

Being part of the Royal Family, should he cause excessive casualties among the Court’s forces, it might be regretful once he inherits the throne, resulting in losses.

It’s unwise to sacrifice the Prison Army excessively just to eliminate Han Dong and the mysterious figure behind him.

"All right then, I’ll use you to help rid of Xiao Ran."

Jiang Feng mused internally.

He already saw Chu Tianhe’s led Prison Army positioned at the mountainside, ready.

Han Dong, Bao Longwei, Xiao Ran, and Mr. Yang, along with several Upper Third-Grade Martial Artists, were advancing from halfway up the mountain. For those with such strength, the rugged and steep path seemed level under their feet.

Soon enough.

Jiang Feng watched as they rapidly approached the summit.

Simultaneously, Chu Tianhe led a group of Archers advancing toward the peak.

"Whoosh!"

Mr. Yang was the first to reach the mountain summit.

Like Jiang Feng, both being Innate, he wanted to first sense the anomaly here.

Unfortunately, his actions were more conspicuous than Jiang Feng’s.

As soon as he arrived, he was detected by people in the courtyard.

Before he could investigate the surroundings, a flash of fire shot out from within, aiming directly at his forehead’s vital point.

An Innate Gang Qi appeared in front of Mr. Yang, and Jiang Feng sensed the Heaven and Earth Abilities around compressing and gathering in front of Mr. Yang, directly blocking the incoming firelight.

"It’s been a while since I sparred with someone."

Mr. Yang extinguished the firelight with a step.

His figure leapt up high, like a monkey, landing hundreds of meters away, shattering the rooftop of the courtyard hall with a step.

"Boom!"

In the courtyard, flames shot up to the sky, the firepower condensed into an Innate Flame Shield, blocking Mr. Yang’s foot in mid-air.

Jiang Feng, hiding at the mountain summit’s edge, clearly saw an old man in a black robe in the courtyard, raising one hand, causing the fire pit beside him to burst into fierce flames, forming a Flame Shield to block Mr. Yang’s attack.

Beside him, a middle-aged man with bloodstained clothes was breathing and adjusting his injuries.

This was the same middle-aged man in hemp clothing whom Jiang Feng had taken a Wind Palm book from outside the Black Market. At this moment, under the protection of the black-robed old man, he focused entirely on regulating his breath and recovering, as if he were in another world, feeling no danger at all.

"Sir, it’s best not to be too arrogant!"

Mr. Yang reminded.

The black-robed old man was able to protect someone while dealing with him.

The foot he stepped down with thundered, the Innate Primordial Power shrinking and gathering, the Flame Shield instantly cracked, about to be shattered by his foot, when the black-robed old man’s free hand slapped upward.

"Boom!"

Innate Primordial Power exploded, carrying the flames from the fire pit, forming a Flame Palm Seal that rushed towards Mr. Yang.

Mr. Yang, in mid-air, only had time to stomp down again, the collision of two Primordial Powers shattered all the beams and tiles in the hall, causing cracks to appear on the courtyard walls.

Mr. Yang’s body was rebounded to the courtyard’s outside.

But he didn’t stop.

He transformed into a white light, charging once more towards the black-robed old man.

Both being Innate.

Jiang Feng saw clearly.

Mr. Yang drew a Soft Sword, a flash of sword light swept past, stabbing towards the black-robed old man’s throat.

This sword was incredibly fast.

Jiang Feng felt that below the Innate realm, no swordsmanship could achieve such a terrifying speed, but the black-robed old man pressed forward with one hand, and a Flame Palm Seal appeared out of thin air, completely absorbing the flames from the fire pit into the palm seal.

Boom!

Sparks flew around the courtyard.

Mr. Yang once again retreated from inside the courtyard to outside.

A flame flickered on the black-robed old man’s palm, which he tossed into the extinguished fire pit, reigniting the flames and illuminating the entire courtyard.

"Fire Manipulation Demon Suppression? Someone from the Beast Taming Sect?"

Mr. Yang’s expression turned sour.

Clearly, in both confrontations, he hadn’t gained any advantage.

"I won’t kill anyone in the Imperial City, you leave, but everyone else stays."

The black-robed old man said.

"What bold words, let’s see who kills who!"

Mr. Yang was furious.

As an Innate, how could he have ever been so belittled by someone.

He took another step forward.

His figure hovered above the black-robed old man, stabbing down with a sword, boundless sword light erupted from the blade, like countless Sword Shadows descending together, intent on breaking through the black-robed old man’s defense.

"Stubborn fool!"

The black-robed old man sneered in disdain.

He pointed two fingers towards the fire pit, tracing a line into the air.

"Swoosh!"

A flame sword glow appeared above his head, as if in an instant, breaking through Mr. Yang’s Sword Shadow.

"Ah!"

Mr. Yang screamed wretchedly.

His figure again flew out of the courtyard, with half of his face charred as if burned by fierce flames, a terrifying sight.

"Mr. Yang!"

"Hand over the person!"

At the same time.

Bao Longwei and Han Dong finally rushed up.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

The other hidden figures, who had been concealing their presence, burst out from the courtyard in an instant. Their targets were singular—assassinate Han Dong! Slay Bao Longwei!