Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 177 - 141: Returning from the Dead

The next day.

Jiang Feng arrived as usual at Zhenbei Prison.

He had just reached the prison gates when he saw a large number of prisoner carts parked outside.

People were coming and going.

There were figures from the Dragon Capital Government Office, and even more members of the Forbidden Army from the Imperial City Inner Courtyard.

Jiang Feng kept his gaze straight ahead.

He walked directly to the third floor.

He discovered that inside and outside the prison, noise and chaos filled the air. The squad leaders and prison guards were busy with their tasks, helping to clean out cells or escorting prisoners inside.

"Prison Chief Jiang, you’re here. Lord Director of the Prison said that once you arrive, you should go see him."

Chief Wang, on seeing Jiang Feng, immediately spoke up.

"Oh, alright."

Jiang Feng nodded imperceptibly. Han Dong and Bao Longwei had spent a whole day and night inside the Imperial City; returning now to Zhenbei Prison was only natural.

"Don’t know what happened, but since last night, they’ve been bringing in large numbers of people. Many of them are barely alive, having suffered all sorts of torture outside."

Chief Wang wiped the blood off his hands as he spoke.

That was blood he got on him while helping prisoners into their cells.

"Just do your work honestly, and don’t concern yourself with the rest."

Jiang Feng reminded him.

"Don’t worry, I understand."

Chief Wang quickly replied. After following Jiang Feng for so long, he had the four-no’s principle memorized by heart. Normally, he didn’t dare speak carelessly, only daring to mutter a few grievances in front of Jiang Feng when there was no one else around.

As for this, Jiang Feng exercised flexible tolerance. As long as Wang and the others didn’t cause trouble for him, a few complaints he could understand.

He then glanced at the cells that had previously been emptied, checking who was being held inside now.

Without exception.

All these people were wounded.

The majority of them had some level of cultivation.

Some had been brutally tortured, some were badly injured during their capture for resisting. Jiang Feng didn’t know their identities, but in his heart he was sure that eight or nine out of ten were Dark Hall members.

He had killed quite a few that day.

But he knew that the Dark Hall members lurking in Dragon Capital were far more than those who appeared at the scene that day.

"Beast Taming Sect?"

And right at that moment,

From the waist of a gravely injured man on the verge of dying, Jiang Feng spotted a Beast Taming Sect token. The "Black" character on the token was a faint silvery gray.

The man’s breath came in ragged gasps. His limbs had been broken, and his Qi and Blood Power nearly depleted. Yet with Jiang Feng’s cultivation, he could vaguely sense that this man had once been a Middle Third Grade Martial Artist.

"Looks like the Emperor is also investigating the Beast Taming Sect, wanting to give King Zhennan an explanation. Unfortunately, the list and assignment record are clear: the Beast Taming Sect has already pledged itself to the Second Prince. Now I want to see how that old Emperor will convince Xiao Zhan that Xiao Ran’s death has nothing to do with the Second Prince."

Jiang Feng thought to himself.

He then made his way to Han Dong’s courtyard.

At this moment, Han Dong was sitting alone in her room. Originally Jiang Feng had thought that after Xiao Ran’s death, she would be wracked with guilt and drink herself into a stupor. Unexpectedly, right now she was leafing through an ancient book.

"Lord Director of the Prison, are you looking for me?"

Jiang Feng called out at the courtyard gate.

"Come in."

Han Dong’s voice was hoarse; it wasn’t clear if she had been crying, or if anger had simply strained her throat.

"Ma’am."

Jiang Feng entered the room.

Han Dong set aside the ancient book in her hands. Her expression was haggard, and when she heard Jiang Feng address her so formally, she laughed at herself: "In your eyes, am I nothing but Lord Director of the Prison?"

"Uh..."

Jiang Feng was at a loss for words.

He knew that for some time to come, Han Dong would be the focus of many people’s attention. He had finally managed to keep himself out of the mess and didn’t wish to be drawn in again.

"I didn’t call you here for anything else. I just wanted to tell you that the prison hijacking has been dealt with. The hijackers and prisoners all died on Black Iron Mountain, and the Holy Emperor isn’t pursuing the matter further."

Han Dong sighed to herself. She didn’t make things difficult for Jiang Feng; instead, she brought up the prison hijacking. She knew Jiang Feng must be worried about getting caught up in it.

"Thank you."

Jiang Feng smiled.

He understood the matter was closed, and his Fortune Point was likely to rise a little too.

"Don’t thank me yet. First, tell me—where were you the night before last?"

Han Dong abruptly asked.

"Willow Alley."

Jiang Feng had anticipated this.

"Xiao Ran sent someone to look for you, wanted you to come to Black Iron Mountain to help me. Did you really not leave all night?"

Han Dong pressed again.

She sensed something strange that night and had personally investigated. From one of the palace soldiers, she learned that before they set out, Xiao Ran had sent for Jiang Feng.

"No, he still holds a grudge against me. I felt if I went, he’d do something against me."

Jiang Feng shook his head.

Han Dong fell into a brief silence.

Jin Muchuan had hijacked the prison and left her gravely wounded; Xiao Ran blamed Jiang Feng for not intervening. Han Dong knew this as well.

Under those circumstances, it was only natural for Jiang Feng not to go to Black Iron Mountain.

After some thought, Han Dong said deliberately, "He won’t trouble you again."

"Thank you."

Jiang Feng played along, acting as if Han Dong had convinced Xiao Ran.

"There’s no need to thank me. I didn’t help you—it’s because he’s already dead."

Han Dong looked Jiang Feng in the eyes as she spoke.

"What? Xiao Ran is dead, this... is that true?"

Jiang Feng’s face was full of disbelief, though his eyes seemed to hint at a smile.

Han Dong stared at Jiang Feng, fearing she would be fooled. When she caught that hint of smile in his eyes, she relaxed and said, "You can go. I’d like some time alone."

She knew clearly in her heart: Xiao Ran is dead. If Jiang Feng didn’t secretly laugh, that’d be the real abnormal thing.

"The dead can’t come back to life. My condolences."

Jiang Feng offered his consolations as he was leaving.

"Xiao Ran isn’t really dead."

Han Dong suddenly said.

Jiang Feng, about to leave, stopped in his tracks.

He turned to ask, "Didn’t you just say he was dead?"

"He is dead, but not quite. The Holy Emperor personally examined Xiao Ran. His body is intact, and there’s still a faint, nearly imperceptible breath of life. As long as the Immortal Masters from Yun Gui Sect arrive and perform soul summoning for Xiao Ran on Black Iron Mountain, using supreme elixir for treatment, Xiao Ran can be brought back from the dead."

Han Dong explained.

"Summoning the soul for a dead person, bringing someone back to life—I’ve only read about that in local legends. I never thought such skills actually exist."

Jiang Feng was stunned, his face full of shock.

While Han Dong was looking at her, he was sizing up Han Dong as well.

Both were probing, trying to test the other’s sincerity.

"If the Holy Emperor hadn’t told me himself, I wouldn’t have guessed. These Immortal Masters from Yun Gui Sect truly have heaven-defying abilities."

Han Dong met Jiang Feng’s gaze as she spoke.

"Anyone who dares call themselves an Immortal Master must have their own extraordinary means. And since it came from the Holy Emperor himself, Xiao Ran will certainly be fine."

Jiang Feng couldn’t help but nod.

"I hope so. In a bit, I’ll go to Black Iron Mountain to see him. You may go!"

Han Dong echoed.

"Alright!"

Jiang Feng turned and left.

Han Dong watched Jiang Feng’s back for a while, then returned to her book.

Jiang Feng, after returning, first patrolled his jurisdiction and only then headed back to his office.

Sitting inside, Jiang Feng began to go through the files and prisoner dossiers that had just been delivered today.

Chief Wang stopped by the office once.

Then made his way to Han Dong’s room.

He reported respectfully, "Reporting to Lord Director of the Prison: After Jiang Feng returned, he first did a round of the cellblocks. He’s now in the office looking over the pile of prisoner dossiers on his desk."

"Understood. You may go."

Han Dong nodded and continued reading her book.

Chief Wang took his leave, knowing his place.

After he left,

Han Dong closed the book.

She murmured to herself, "Could it really have nothing to do with him? Am I just overthinking?"

"An Innate Powerhouse—there’s no way it could be him... I must be getting paranoid."

Han Dong pinched her nose. Ever since Xiao Ran’s death, she’d become jumpy and suspicious, desperate to uncover the real cause of his death.

Inside the office.

Jiang Feng couldn’t recall any of what was on the files at all, his mind consumed with the matter of Xiao Ran not truly being dead, and the high chance he’d be revived by the Immortal Master of Yun Gui Sect.

After coming down from the mountain that day—

He’d checked his Fortune Point and already sensed something was off.

He had worried Xiao Ran wasn’t truly dead.

Never expected it, but his suspicion proved true: Xiao Ran really wasn’t dead yet.

"If I’d known, I would have chopped off his head right there and then!"

"But if I really cut off his head, how would anyone have believed he died at Jin Muchuan’s hands?"

Jiang Feng had considered finishing him off, but feared that if Jin Muchuan’s traces were tampered with and someone got suspicious. Plus, at the time, sensing Xiao Ran’s breath had vanished, he had concluded Xiao Ran was dead, so he didn’t go further.

He hadn’t expected,

There’d still be a twist to the matter.