Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 125 - 122: Pilgrimage

"You’re that Little Prison Chief, you’re not dead?"

Wu Tianxiong finally remembered and exclaimed in shock.

Jiang Feng sensed something was off.

"The person Cao Zhengyang killed that day wasn’t you."

"Why didn’t he kill you?"

Wu Tianxiong murmured, furrowing his brows in thought.

That day, after Jiang Feng handed over Wang Qisheng’s note to him, he went to the Imperial City to find the Seventh Prince, who immediately dispatched staff and people from the Dali Temple. They found out that Wang Qisheng inexplicably died of illness in Zhenbei Prison.

The Little Prison Chief who delivered Wang Qisheng’s note to the black market also died.

In the end, it was all in vain. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Never imagined.

To meet Jiang Feng again at the bottom of the cliff.

"Jiang Feng, where are you?"

Suddenly, Han Dong’s voice came.

She was holding a torch as she descended from the cliff.

It was deep into the night.

With the mist obscuring the bottom of the cliff, her eyes were hurt by Zombie Powder. Even with the torchlight, visibility was very low, and she could only navigate by memory.

"Jiang Feng? You’re the Little Prison Chief who’s got a very close relationship with Han Dong?"

Wu Tianxiong exclaimed upon hearing Han Dong’s voice.

"So what if I am?"

Jiang Feng retorted.

He wasn’t nervous. Even if Wu Tianxiong knew he wasn’t dead and remembered him delivering Wang Qisheng’s letter to the black market, so what?

"Hahaha, it’s you who caused Wang Qisheng’s death. If the Second Prince finds out, how will you explain?"

Wu Tianxiong thought for a moment and then chuckled as if realizing something.

"Oh, what do you want then?"

Jiang Feng asked with a chuckle as well.

"I want you to make Han Dong hand over the list and cultivation techniques, or else..."

Wu Tianxiong threatened.

"Or else what?"

Jiang Feng asked again.

"Death!"

Wu Tianxiong’s eyes gleamed fiercely as he suddenly made a move, reaching for Jiang Feng’s throat.

In his imagination, no matter how good the relationship between Jiang Feng and Han Dong was, he was just a Little Prison Chief. His strength couldn’t be anything significant; Wu Tianxiong imagined he could easily take him down with a flick of a finger.

It would be perfect to use Jiang Feng’s life to threaten Han Dong and make her surrender.

He knew for sure.

Jiang Feng was captured by the Blood Skull, and Han Dong risked her safety to save him.

As long as Jiang Feng was in his hands, Han Dong would have to hand over the list and cultivation techniques obediently.

In fact, from the beginning, he and Chu Yuyan, among others, were looking for Jiang Feng, wanting to use him to make Han Dong comply. Unfortunately, they never found Jiang Feng and unexpectedly ran into him at the bottom of the cliff - truly heaven-sent.

"Hmm?"

But at the moment of making a move,

Wu Tianxiong’s expression turned rigid, feeling as if his throat were being clamped by an iron lock.

"You..."

He widened his eyes.

He discovered it was Jiang Feng’s hand, tightly locking his throat.

He hadn’t even seen Jiang Feng make a move and could feel the force from Jiang Feng’s hand completely sealing his Qi Blood, immobilizing him.

It seemed like Jiang Feng’s Primordial Power was naturally suppressing his Qi Blood.

This Little Prison Chief,

at least a Second-Grade Martial Artist?

"Crack!"

Jiang Feng didn’t want to hear any more nonsense.

He snapped Wu Tianxiong’s neck on the spot and then tossed his body behind the straw hut.

"Jiang Feng?"

Han Dong heard the commotion.

Came over holding the torch.

"Sister Dong!"

Jiang Feng responded.

Grabbed the horse and quickly went over.

Finally met up a hundred meters ahead.

"Are you okay? What was that noise just now?"

Han Dong asked.

Her eyes, injured by Zombie Powder, were now bloodshot and swollen, barely open.

"It seemed like someone was chasing us. Let’s hurry to find the Lord Director of the Prison."

Jiang Feng, horseback, pulled Han Dong up as well.

Now with only one horse, they both didn’t care too much.

"No, run in the opposite direction, quickly!"

Han Dong stopped Jiang Feng from finding Bao Longwei.

"Okay."

Although Jiang Feng felt strange, he followed Han Dong’s instructions.

The fog was dense beneath the cliff.

The horse didn’t run fast.

They didn’t know how far they had run.

After half an hour,

the two broke through the fog.

Their vision opened up significantly; Jiang Feng, with Han Dong, began to gallop through the forest, eager to leave the turmoil of White Tiger Mountain far behind.

They ran further and further.

Soon, the sky started to turn from dark to light.

"Ugh!"

Seated in front, Han Dong suddenly couldn’t hold on and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Sister Dong?"

Jiang Feng sensed Han Dong’s erratic breathing.

That’s when he realized Han Dong was internally injured and seemed to be poisoned.

"Find a place to put me down."

Han Dong said weakly.

"Okay, let’s head over there."

Jiang Feng spotted a small hill not far away.

It was lush and green, with trees providing cover, allowing a clear view of the surroundings. They could detect anyone approaching in advance.

By the time they reached the small hill, Han Dong was drenched in sweat. Jiang Feng helped her down from the horse.

Now Jiang Feng could see Han Dong’s shoulder bleeding.

It was the wound left by the Blood Skull’s claw earlier; the Prison Doctor had treated Han Dong before, but now the wound appeared to be problematic.

"Rip!"

Han Dong sat down.

With gritted teeth, she tore open the clothes on her shoulder with one hand.

The bandages on the wound turned black with dirty blood, giving off a faint smell of rotting flesh.

"Ah ah!"

Han Dong lifted the bandages, and the stench grew stronger.

Jiang Feng looked down and saw the snow-white contour and enticing curves.

He bashfully turned his head away.

Internally a bit surprised, he never expected Han Dong to be so voluptuous.

Previously, she always wore a tight-fitting official uniform which gave her a tall and heroic appearance, but secretly, she was quite busty.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and apply the medicine."

Han Dong said angrily.

"Oh."

Jiang Feng quickly turned his head back, looking at the two medicine bottles in front of Han Dong, one blue and one red.