Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 46: Devoted to Martial Arts, Roaming the Jianghu with a Sword

Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Devoted to Martial Arts, Roaming the Jianghu with a Sword

Han Dong, being a Fourth Grade Essence Refining Realm Martial Artist, believed she could silently slip into Jiang Feng’s courtyard.

She was certain that Jiang Feng was a Middle Third Grade Martial Artist.

But she thought he was only Sixth Grade, with a small chance of being Fifth Grade.

She never imagined that Jiang Feng was also a Fourth Grade Essence Refining Realm Martial Artist.

So when she came over, she concealed her presence and carefully observed Jiang Feng.

"Someone?"

But as soon as Han Dong entered the courtyard, Jiang Feng sensed something was off.

As a Fourth Grade Essence Refining Realm Martial Artist himself, his perception power was no weaker than Han Dong’s, and, thanks to his cautious nature, his perception was especially sharp.

"Watching me from the shadows, what do they want?"

"Who could it be?"

"Could it be Han Dong?"

Jiang Feng pondered in his heart.

In the end, he concluded Han Dong was most likely.

After all, only discovered after entering the courtyard—shows the opponent’s strength is not weak, not your average Middle Third Grade Martial Artist.

"Is she still suspicious of me? That woman, really a haunting ghost. Should I find a chance to deal with her?"

"Better not act rashly."

"Even if she suspects me, as long as I don’t slip up, she can’t do anything to me."

Jiang Feng mulled it over.

Then he slowly sat up from the bed.

"Cough, cough!"

He picked up the healing medicine Uncle Huo had gotten from Chief Huang, undid his shirt at the chest, and sprinkled medicine powder on the wound. The White Rat had hit him with full strength, and he hadn’t used qi blood to defend, only relied on his physical body to resist.

He even used his qi blood afterwards to impact the injured area.

So there was an obvious palm mark on his chest, a dark red and shocking sight.

"This guy is actually hurt."

Seeing the palm mark, Han Dong frowned.

She couldn’t help but pace a few steps.

"Who!"

Jiang Feng exclaimed in alarm.

He quickly stood up and stepped out from his room.

"Han... Commander Han, why is it you?"

Jiang Feng cried out.

"I heard you were injured, so I came to check on you."

Han Dong smiled.

Those steps she’d just taken were deliberately loud, trying to see Jiang Feng’s response.

In the end, Jiang Feng immediately came running out.

This reaction seemed natural, not faked; Han Dong’s suspicion eased a lot more.

"Thank you for your concern, Commander Han. It’s just that my humble home is rather crude..."

Jiang Feng was flattered, awkwardly fumbling to button up his chest.

"Be more careful when you go out next time. I have some medicine here for internal injuries. Take it—it’ll help speed up your recovery."

Han Dong took out a small medicine bottle and handed it to Jiang Feng.

With a close look, she confirmed the wound on Jiang Feng’s chest was absolutely genuine.

"Thank you, Commander Han, I..."

Jiang Feng looked genuinely touched, stammering, not knowing how to express his gratitude.

Han Dong waved it off: "With your strength, just being a Prison Chief in Zhenbei Prison is a real injustice. This time you made great merit killing White Rat; I’ll recommend you to Lord Director of the Prison, so you can take Lei Laohu’s place."

"Ah—uh—Absolutely not!"

Jiang Feng was taken aback.

"What? You don’t want it?"

Han Dong frowned.

"Uh... I just want to be a Little Prison Chief."

Jiang Feng replied seriously.

If he’d wanted to become a Supervisor, he could have strived for it with his own strength; why wait until now?

"Why?"

Han Dong didn’t understand—who doesn’t want a promotion?

Jiang Feng didn’t rush to answer.

This question, if answered badly, easily raised suspicion. He considered for a while how best to answer so Han Dong would be satisfied.

Thinking of how Han Dong always stayed in Zhenbei Prison...

Always in her room cultivating, rarely interfering with prison affairs; Jiang Feng’s eyes lit up: "I have no ambitions here."

"Promotion and wealth aren’t your aspiration? Now I’m really curious—what is your aspiration?"

Han Dong asked with interest.

"You may laugh, but I want to become a peerless expert."

Jiang Feng answered seriously.

"Oh?"

Han Dong looked surprised.

Jiang Feng continued: "I’m all alone, no attachments, care nothing for glory or riches. I just want peace, using all my time outside work to pursue Martial Dao."

"You actually think that way."

Han Dong was really startled.

"To master martial arts, roam the Jianghu with a sword—that’s been my dream. Pity, I’m rather slow-witted; perhaps I’ll never fulfill it in this lifetime."

Jiang Feng sighed.

"To master martial arts, roam Jianghu with a sword. Good."

Han Dong repeated the line, nodding involuntarily. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Her suspicion toward Jiang Feng instantly vanished.

"I also want to roam free in Jianghu, but these days the world’s dangerous. Without Upper Three Grades of cultivation, once you leave Dragon Capital all sorts of trouble awaits."

Speaking of this, Han Dong was suddenly downcast.

"Sigh, isn’t it! Rebel Factions are causing chaos all over. Even Commander Yuan’s strength, can’t keep him safe in Dragon Capital; who knows when I’ll fulfill my dream?"

Jiang Feng let out a melancholic sigh.

"It depends on people’s efforts. Great Tang has many experts—eventually the Rebels will be swept away, and peace will return."

Han Dong said solemnly.

"I believe that day will come."

Jiang Feng saluted Han Dong with a bow.

"Take your time and recover at home. As for your position, I won’t bring it up again—but if you ever want to leave Zhenbei Prison, you must tell me."

Han Dong reminded him.

"Thank you, Commander Han. I’ll remember that."

Jiang Feng saluted back.

Han Dong nodded. Jiang Feng saw her out of the courtyard, watching her leave Chaoyang Alley.

"Whew, good thing I knew ahead of time she was a martial arts fanatic; looks like I’ve dodged the bullet this time!"

Jiang Feng let out a big breath.

He immediately checked his own information panel.

Name: Jiang Feng

Fortune: 3267

Cultivation Technique: Prison Guard Health Care Skill (Perfection)

Skills: Prison Guard Long Fist (Minor Achievement+) Divine Arrow (Mastery+) Monkey Escape (Great Success)

Realm: Fourth Grade (Essence Refining)

Divine Power: Immortality

"Up by a little over two thousand. Han Dong, oh Han Dong, you really were still suspicious of me. Good thing I managed to muddle through today."

Jiang Feng said to himself in shock.

He understood Han Dong’s unannounced visit today—mainly to confirm whether he was truly injured. Seeing him beaten seriously by White Rat, most of her doubts surrounding Yuan Tiangang’s death were put to rest.

And learning he was passionate about martial arts, not interested in high official pay, sharing her hobbies, all her suspicion was cleared away.

In her eyes, Jiang Feng was just like her—not fond of the struggle for power, honest and upright, and absolutely incapable of being involved in Yuan Tiangang’s case. Besides, with Jiang Feng’s level of strength, he couldn’t possibly have killed Yuan Tiangang and Lei Laohu both.

Thus, in the days that followed, Jiang Feng could finally enjoy a few peaceful days.

With Han Dong’s healing medicine and his own strength, Jiang Feng recovered quickly. But to spend more days outside, Jiang Feng deliberately controlled his recovery speed, making it reasonable and gradual.

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.

The palm mark on Jiang Feng’s chest was now completely gone. Except for a cough here and there, he looked perfectly normal.

In a few days he’d have to return to Zhenbei Prison; he wondered how Cao Zhen was doing.

"Xiao Jiang, trouble’s come up!"

Suddenly, Uncle Huo rushed into the alley from outside.