Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 243 - 162: Heading South, Under the Divine Sect’s Protection
Why head south?
Because heading north, you might run into Xiao Zhan. He commands an army of a million, guards the National Gate, and anyone traveling north, whether merchant caravans or individuals, will be thoroughly inspected to prevent private dealings with the Turkic.
If the Second Prince learns the truth and wants to use Xiao Zhan to kill by proxy, Jiang Feng would find it impossible to move an inch in the north.
Then why not head west or east? Why insist on going south?
Because the influence of the Second Prince and the Seventh Prince has already infiltrated those two regions—especially the Second Prince. Even though the Dark Hall and Beast Taming Sect have been wiped out, there remain many factions and noble families in those regions loyal to him.
Countless informants, endless experts.
If Jiang Feng goes there, he’ll also face all kinds of trouble.
But the south—
Rebel factions are everywhere, sects abound; even the Court can’t control them, let alone the forces of the Second and Seventh Princes.
And the Yun Gui Sect lies in the southeast.
Right now, the Sect Leader of Yun Gui Sect is gathering disciples, preparing to campaign against the Demon Sect. If Jiang Feng heads there now—even if the Old Demon Child spreads word to the Second Prince, even if others learn his secret—they’d never easily guess he would travel south.
And it’s impossible for them to deal with him there.
Because one of those two is busy purging rebels to redeem himself, the other must face the assault from Yun Gui Sect and make his name known.
Besides that—
This is also the most crucial point.
The south is the birthplace of the Immortal Sect.
Jiang Feng has read many ancient books; the south is full of legends. It is said immortals once appeared there. Near Chishui County, Immortal Sects are everywhere, many sects have ancient histories—even the Emperor of the Great Tang holds them in awe.
As long as he reaches there—
And joins one of the sects—even if the Second Prince, the Seventh Prince, Xiao Zhan, Liu Jinhu, Old Demon Child, all seek his life, as long as Jiang Feng hides within, what could they possibly do to him?
Since his current strength can’t contend with them—
Then find a powerful backer to rely on. He has time, after all; when he earns enough Fortune Points and reaches the Celestial Profound Realm—or even surpasses it—he can settle scores with these people later.
In short—
Survive first, then talk.
Because the risk of things getting worse is huge.
So Jiang Feng didn’t dare delay. He packed up, got everything ready, and also devised several contingency plans, deciding to leave Dragon Capital today and head south in search of sanctuary.
"Now even Zhenbei Prison is sealed off. Say, have the Four Great Prisons become the Three Great Prisons? Chief Wang and the others can only rest at home. How are we supposed to live after this?"
At Uncle Huo’s house, candlelight glows.
Aunt Huo sits by the candle, embroidering stitch by stitch, making up household needs. Since Zhenbei Prison was closed and Uncle Huo lost his job, the old couple are full of worry.
A family of five.
Except for Little Huowa, sitting bare-bottomed on the bed and still able to smile, even the two kids studying in the next room look glum.
Ever since Uncle Huo was fired by Li Zhang and lost his wage, the family’s fortune nose-dived. Forget salted veggies boiled with tofu—even rice mixed with lard has become a rare luxury.
The two kids studying late with lanterns are affected too.
"Smack!"
Uncle Huo sits nearby, helping Aunt Huo thread the needle.
Hearing Aunt Huo’s complaints, he can’t help but slap his own face.
"Why are you hitting yourself?"
Aunt Huo jumps in fright.
The two kids next door poke their heads out to look.
"If I hadn’t been addicted to wine all these years, spending our money on booze, life wouldn’t be so bitter now."
Uncle Huo says, eyes red.
"Wine’s no good. Drink less from now on. If it gets too hard, we can try something else,"
Aunt Huo comforts him sensibly.
"Alright, tomorrow I’ll find some manual work. No matter how tough, I can’t let you all suffer. I’m quitting drinking!"
Uncle Huo says, slapping the table.
"Hmm."
Aunt Huo nods, Uncle Huo’s attitude gives her hope for the family.
"Thunk!"
Suddenly, a small black cloth pouch flies into the kids’ study room and lands on the desk.
The eldest hears the sound, goes over, picks it up, and his eyes widen as he shouts, "Dad, silver!"
Uncle Huo runs over, snatches it, and exclaims happily, "Now we can buy wine!"
At the mouth of the alley—
Jiang Feng can’t help laughing and crying.
He was the one who tossed in the silver—over thirty taels in all—enough for Uncle Huo’s family to live seven or eight years.
At first, seeing Uncle Huo’s righteous resolve and regretful look, Jiang Feng thought he might really quit drinking; but now, it seems he’ll never change. Still, Uncle Huo thinks of his family, and yellow rice wine isn’t expensive—a few coins will buy a pot.
Jiang Feng didn’t go in to disturb them.
He promptly left Dragon Capital.
Heading south toward the Divine Sect’s headquarters.
Since he’s leaving to seek sanctuary, of course Jiang Feng has a target. He has already investigated: the Divine Sect is older than Yun Gui Sect; most of the legends of immortals in Dragon Capital concern the Divine Sect.
He just doesn’t know if, once there, he can truly become a Divine Sect Disciple.
In Jiang Feng’s heart, gaining the shelter of the Divine Sect is only part of it—cultivating a higher Magic Sect, truly strengthening himself, is the main thing.
The next day—
A merchant caravan a hundred li from Dragon Capital, after traveling the entire morning, rests under the trees beside the official road.
A youth with dark skin and a blue kerchief wrapped around his head sits on the plank cart, eating a sesame flatbread while reading the script on a Cowhide Scroll.
About a cup of tea’s time passes.
The youth closes his eyes, puts the Cowhide Scroll away inside his clothing. When he opens his eyes again, they’re bloodshot; after a moment, the blood fades, but his face still looks deeply tired.
