Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 232 - 158: The Junior Should Learn from the Senior (2)

Chapter 232: Chapter 158: The Junior Should Learn from the Senior (2)

Some of them had rushed here from outside Dragon Capital.

But most were peerless experts hidden within Dragon Capital itself.

Some stood together in twos and threes, gazing at that tornado and discussing it animatedly; some, like Jiang Feng and the female Innate, acted alone, guarding a chosen spot, observing every movement at Zhenbei Prison from afar.

"These people must have caught wind of something, that’s why they’ve come for the spectacle—especially those experts within the Imperial City. Maybe they know why the Emperor entrusted Zhenbei Prison to the Yun Gui Sect."

"Might as well listen in on what they’re saying."

Jiang Feng thought to himself.

He then sat cross-legged atop the pavilion.

Activating his Tai Chi Longevity Skill, he erased all traces of his aura, as if blending perfectly into the night, becoming just a wooden post atop the pavilion, letting his perception move with the Power of Heaven and Earth sucked over by the tornado.

Slowly, fragments of voices, faint and indistinct, drifted into Jiang Feng’s mind.

"Demon Ancestor Master..."

"This used to be Demon Sect domain."

"Back then the Demon Ancestor underwent Nirvana over by Zhenbei Prison."

"Yun Gui Sect claims to be the orthodox Immortal Sect, but thanks to the Demon Ancestor Master’s mark, their true nature is exposed."

"We’ve lived in Dragon Capital for so many years—how did we not know that Zhenbei Prison is where the Demon Ancestor Master attained transcendence?"

"People of the Demon Sect surely won’t allow the Tao Seal to fall into Yun Gui Sect hands."

...

Jiang Feng listened for over an hour.

At last, he’d grasped a few things.

Turns out, rumor outside was—

Uncle Fu had hidden in Zhenbei Prison for over twenty years, all to obtain the mark left by the Demon Ancestor Master.

According to records, Dragon Capital originally belonged to Demon Sect territory; the spot where Zhenbei Prison now stands was where the Demon Ancestor underwent Nirvana.

It’s said that before the Demon Ancestor’s Nirvana, he invested a lifetime’s insights and sentiments into a single mark; whoever obtains it and comprehends the mysteries within can break their shackles, surmount obstacle after obstacle, transcend into the Celestial Profound Realm, becoming an expert beyond Innate.

"The more I hear it, the more ridiculous it sounds... It feels like someone is just making up stories, deliberately spinning things into myth."

Jiang Feng frowned.

This business of the Demon Ancestor Master’s mark, the inheritance of insight, enlightenment that breaks shackles—all of it sounded like it had been made up by some storyteller, more like pieces of novels stitched together.

All in all, Jiang Feng didn’t really buy it.

He got up and looked once more toward Zhenbei Prison.

The female Innate on a nearby rooftop gazed at Jiang Feng with a look of surprise. Just now, Jiang Feng had seemed to erase his presence, melding into heaven and earth, making her think he’d vanished and left the pavilion entirely.

Even though he was right there in her sight—

—it made her feel as if he’d disappeared already. That kind of skill made her deeply wary of Jiang Feng; instinctively, she backed away toward the houses behind her. Someone like Jiang Feng was not someone she wanted to provoke.

"Spirit Gathering Array?"

"If there’s truly a powerful Spirit Gathering Array hidden beneath Zhenbei Prison, why would it only be activated today?"

"If there really is a Demon Ancestor Master’s mark that could help someone break through their limits and surpass Innate, why wouldn’t the Yun Gui Sect block all news and reap the benefit themselves?"

"And why would the Emperor hand such a monumental lucky chance to the Yun Gui Sect?"

Jiang Feng pondered inwardly.

He couldn’t help but look around him once more.

Plenty of people, like him, kept some distance from Zhenbei Prison, carrying similar doubts—afraid of being used. But more people, unable to resist the lure or confident in their own power, edged ever closer to Zhenbei Prison.

"Why would such a massive Spirit Gathering Array be here?"

"It’s as if all the Power of Heaven and Earth in the surroundings has vanished."

Jiang Feng stretched out his hand, trying to draw a wisp of Power of Heaven and Earth for himself.

It took a long while before a force capable of punching through a wall finally gathered in his palm.

"Since I was little, teacher always said, ’Heaven doesn’t drop pies.’"

"Something is definitely wrong here."

"Time to check if my Fortune Point has changed."

In the end, Jiang Feng ran out of ideas.

So he checked his Fortune Point.

Fortune: 168972

"Hm, it increased by more than six thousand?"

"Is this because I avoided the one-eyed old man, or did staying away from Zhenbei Prison help me dodge a wave of danger?"

"Better retreat farther, see if my fortune keeps rising."

"Hoo!"

Jiang Feng acted as soon as he thought of it.

He retreated another thousand or so meters, all the way back toward the city gates.

Then he checked his Fortune Point.

Fortune: 172556

"...It’s increased by nearly four thousand?"

"Could it be that Zhenbei Prison tonight is a place of Great Evil?"

"The Power of Heaven and Earth here is still thin."

"Retreat again!"

The change in Fortune Point was the key to verifying danger.

No matter how much Jiang Feng doubted himself, he’d never doubt the change in his fortune.

He withdrew another thousand-plus meters.

From here, he could already see the distant stilted houses.

Moreover, the Power of Heaven and Earth around him had grown much stronger—though still not up to normal levels. If he fought here, he still wouldn’t be at his peak strength.

Fortune: 186112

Jiang Feng noticed his Fortune Point had risen by over ten thousand more.

"Run!"

At that moment—

Jiang Feng spun around and bolted without hesitation.

He was well aware that he was only here to join the crowd—

—never intending to wade into muddy waters.

Yet this level of danger still came to him just for showing up; if he actually got close to Zhenbei Prison, it would be truly disastrous.

So he stopped caring about anything else—

—didn’t even bother about the Demon Ancestor Master’s mark or whether he could surpass Innate by getting it.

Seeking fortune in peril? Not his style.

"Hoo!"

Jiang Feng blurred into an afterimage, rushing straight for the outskirts of Dragon Capital.

"He...is he running?"

The female Innate, Wu Weiwei, stared after Jiang Feng’s retreating figure, puzzled and bemused.

Watching him merge with heaven and earth a moment ago—he’d been right there, and yet she’d felt as though he’d already vanished. Ever since then, she’d been wary and respectful toward Jiang Feng.

She’d consciously maintained a certain distance, not wanting to risk displeasing Jiang Feng.

Seeing Jiang Feng back away—

—she instinctively withdrew too.

Now, seeing Jiang Feng flee from Dragon Capital as if running for his life, she was momentarily stunned.

"What’s up with this senior expert?"

"Why did he suddenly run off?"

"Does he have urgent business?"

"Or does he look like he’s just sensed danger and is fleeing in panic?"

"So strange..."

"No, what if there really is danger here? If even a senior expert feels it’s not wise to stay, why should I, Wu Weiwei, stick around?"

The female Innate, Wu Weiwei, muttered to herself again and again.

Glancing once more at the tornado raging over Zhenbei Prison, she suddenly felt uneasy. She, too, took off like Jiang Feng, heading out of Dragon Capital—in the same direction he did.

She reminded herself inwardly, "I’m a newcomer to the Jianghu; I ought to learn more from seniors like him."

"Hoo!"

Jiang Feng unfolded the Monkey Escape Technique.

Like an ape, he leapt with unceasing momentum, not bothering to check if his Fortune Point rose again—escape was all that mattered.

"That movement technique..."

"Isn’t that the one from earlier?"

Wu Weiwei suddenly found Jiang Feng’s form ahead, both his steps and silhouette, oddly familiar—just like the figure she’d seen at her own doorstep some time ago.

"Damn, if that’s really him, how can I follow him? What if he thinks I have ulterior motives—how would I explain?"

Wu Weiwei abruptly hit the brakes.

"Even if they’re not the same man, as a junior, I can’t just follow someone in the middle of the night. What would he think?"

"Robbery or seduction?"

"Ptui, ptui, ptui, ptui!"

"Never mind, I can just leave too—no need to follow right behind him."

After thinking it over carefully, Wu Weiwei

gradually shifted away from Jiang Feng’s path. He headed east; she veered southeast, the distance widening between them.

"I thought he found me out."

Jiang Feng, running ahead, naturally sensed Wu Weiwei’s presence behind him. He kept wondering if she had some motive and considered teaching her a lesson. But then he felt her angle drift away—

so he simply ignored her.

In an instant, he ramped up his speed, pushing his Body Technique to the limit, leaving Dragon Capital far behind at the greatest possible speed.

"Hum!"

And at this moment—

A golden halo appeared at the heart of the tornado over Zhenbei Prison. Within Dragon Capital, every Innate powerhouse could feel the Power of Heaven and Earth surging uncontrollably, converging toward the sky above Zhenbei Prison.

The Innate powerhouses and even Postnatal Martial Artists standing vigil outside the prison felt as if some force had grabbed their Primordial Power or Qi Blood and was trying to wrench it right out of their bodies.