Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 52: Zhenbei Prison Grand Commander

"Ah? S-Sir, you broke through?"

Jiang Feng was taken aback, then exclaimed in delight.

Han Dong looked at Jiang Feng for a while, then stretched out her right hand; her slender palm instantly flushed red, as if waves of heat surged from the center, instantly refining the snowflakes that landed there.

"Congratulations, sir! Many congratulations!"

Jiang Feng said hurriedly.

An Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist can gather Qi and Blood Power to the body’s surface—Han Dong was undoubtedly now an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist.

"I was fortunate to break through at noon. Right now, you’re the only one in Zhenbei Prison who knows."

Han Dong put her hand down; the blood-red color on her palm faded instantly.

"I absolutely will not mention this to anyone."

Jiang Feng replied.

"No need. Tomorrow I’ll personally report to Lord Director of the Prison."

Han Dong continued walking forward.

Reaching Upper Three Grades, both power and treatment receive a big boost. Further, Upper Third-Grade Martial Artists can enter the Royal Academy and access certain cultivation books, such as training insights from Royal Family experts.

"Then tonight, let me treat you to drinks."

Jiang Feng hurried to catch up.

"Alright."

Han Dong didn’t refuse, but watching Jiang Feng grow more obsequious before her, she couldn’t help but feel some aversion.

Han Dong disliked crowds; Jiang Feng took her to a relatively quiet tavern nearby.

When the food and drinks were served, and they’d had a few cups—the flattery long since said—Jiang Feng spoke, "I have a question I don’t understand and wish to ask you, sir."

"Go ahead."

Han Dong tossed a few peanuts into her mouth.

"Could you please tell me the difference between Upper Third-Grade Martial Artists and Middle Third Grade Martial Artists?"

Jiang Feng asked seriously.

This was something he’d always been curious about.

"No difference. They’re the same."

Han Dong replied offhandedly.

Jiang Feng’s expression froze.

Han Dong looked over at him.

"Sir, then let’s drink."

Jiang Feng put on his best smile again, quickly filling Han Dong’s cup.

"Bang!"

Han Dong slammed her chopsticks onto the table.

Jiang Feng sensed trouble and put the wine pot down, sitting properly opposite Han Dong.

"Not many can call themselves my friend, Jiang Feng. If you were just a Little Prison Chief, do you think you could sit and drink with me?"

Han Dong said, displeased.

"I owe everything to your recognition, sir."

Jiang Feng said gratefully.

"I can tell my friends the difference between Middle Third and Upper Third Grades, but I’d never spare a thought for some Little Prison Chief."

Han Dong swirled her cup as she spoke.

Jiang Feng thought about it, picked up the wine pot, and said to Han Dong, "If you’re willing to call me friend, that’s the greatest honor of my life. Let me toast you with this pot!"

With that, Jiang Feng downed the pot of wine in one go.

In reality, there wasn’t much wine left in the pot.

But Jiang Feng felt as if he’d drunk a lot.

Han Dong, half amused, drained her cup and counted it as a reply to Jiang Feng.

"Sister Dong, little brother truly wants to know all the differences between Upper Three Grades and Middle Three Grades."

Jiang Feng said, emboldened by the wine.

Han Dong’s hand holding the chopsticks stiffened.

That title—Sister Dong—took her by surprise.

But since she considered Jiang Feng a friend, and she was older, hearing him call her Sister Dong didn’t feel wrong.

"The biggest difference is in mastering Qi Blood."

Han Dong set down her chopsticks.

She had just broken through, so she told Jiang Feng about the most apparent changes she felt.

Under Han Dong’s explanation,

Jiang Feng got a rough grasp.

The difference between Upper and Middle Three Grades was that Upper Third-Grade Martial Artists could freely control their Qi Blood.

Put simply, a Middle Third Grade Martial Artist was like a brute—strong but only using raw force, liable to lose control over Qi Blood.

While an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist not only used their body’s strength smoothly and efficiently, but could also use Qi and Blood Power to absorb Essence of Heaven and Earth, supplementing their Qi Blood, and quickly restoring their strength in a short time.

Aside from that, there were many subtle changes.

Some of which Han Dong herself couldn’t clearly express yet.

Her most direct feeling so far was only with controlling Qi Blood.

But since the two had become friends, Jiang Feng could keep asking her in future as she gained more insight.

And so, the two drank into the deep night.

The tavern shopkeeper, seeing the two were no ordinary customers, dared not hurry them to leave at closing time, simply napped in a corner, only relaxing once Jiang Feng and Han Dong departed.

After parting with Han Dong,

Jiang Feng walked along Chaoyang Alley, sobering himself up.

He knew very well that Han Dong appreciated him and wished to befriend him.

But the officialdom was treacherous, changing daily; a slight misstep could get one embroiled in trouble. Even for a Commander of Zhenbei Prison like Han Dong, a careless moment could land her behind bars.

This was why Jiang Feng didn’t want to get too close to Han Dong.

But today Han Dong had broken through to become an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist.

It was like putting on a Yellow Mandarin Jacket.

Even if trouble came, she wouldn’t be easily toppled. Plus, she was careful by nature and rarely ventured outside Zhenbei Prison—only then did Jiang Feng dare take their friendship further.

Of course, there was one more reason.

Jiang Feng was confident that within half a year, he too could become an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist.

Then, even if he faced serious trouble, with his strength, leaving Dragon Capital wouldn’t be too difficult; he might even make a big name for himself.

The next day, Jiang Feng returned to Zhenbei Prison and resumed his role as Little Prison Chief.

At noon, Han Dong left Zhenbei Prison.

When she returned in the evening, she looked radiant; clearly, she’d reported her breakthrough to the Lord Director of the Prison and received plenty of recognition.

Three days later,

The Second Prince’s teacher left Zhenbei Prison. Jiang Feng quietly sighed in relief, noticing his Fortune Point went up by several dozen—he was getting closer to ten thousand.

He had a hunch.

Once his Fortune Point reached ten thousand, his strength would leap again.

Sometimes he wished one of his not-so-smart subordinate Prison Guards would cause some trouble to put him at risk, helping Fortune Point shoot up fast.

But that was just a passing thought.

Jiang Feng would never take reckless risks.

He also understood that risks he sought out might not yield extra Fortune Point even if resolved.

Two days later.

The news of Han Dong’s breakthrough as an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist circulated throughout Zhenbei Prison.

The Court gave Han Dong a reward.

Her rank went up by one level.

The punishment of two years’ salary deduction for the Cao Zhen incident was also lifted by the Court.

Han Dong went from Prison Guard Commander to Grand Commander of Zhenbei Prison, now overseeing the Prison Guards and the Prison Army at the gate—virtually the second most powerful person in Zhenbei Prison.

Besides that,

Cao Zhengyang, previously demoted over the Cao Zhen incident, was suddenly transferred to Zhenbei Prison, taking over Yuan Tiangang’s post as Deputy Commander of Prison Guards. It seemed like a promotion, but in reality it was a hidden demotion.

You had to know: the Supervisor of the Divine Arrow Army had far more power than a Prison Guard Commander.

Some thought that Cao Zhengyang had offended someone, and after his demotion, others had kicked him while he was down, forcing him to leave the Divine Arrow Army.

The news reached Jiang Feng, who remained silent for a long time.