Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 279 - 173: Han Dong and Wu Weiwei
Name: Jiang Feng
Fortune: 223175
Cultivation Technique: Tai Chi Longevity Skill (Perfection)
Skills: Loulan Slash (Perfection+) Wind Palm (Minor Achievement+) Three-legged Body Technique (Minor Achievement)
Realm: Innate (Celestial Profound Realm) 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Divine Power: Immortality
Jiang Feng discovered his Fortune Point had increased by nearly 180,000.
The amount left him somewhat disappointed.
After all, last time he escaped alive from the valley, his Fortune Point rose by 120,000.
This time, he killed two powerful enemies—Liu Jinhu and Old Demon Child—solving two big problems, but only got around 180,000 in return.
However, the increase of Fortune Point depends on the degree of danger.
Last time, he escaped the valley and evaded Liu Jinhu and the White Ape’s pursuit, but only had the True Essence Realm’s strength.
This time he slew Liu Jinhu and Old Demon Child, but possessed Celestial Profound Realm power, and did so when both were gravely injured, firing a sneak attack from behind. Thinking about it, getting nearly 180,000 at once seems fair enough.
"Should I upgrade Loulan Slash to Great Perfection Level?"
"Hmm, perhaps not for now! If I want to improve my cultivation, I need 640,000 Fortune Point this time. Loulan Slash at the Perfection Realm is already powerful enough, I don’t have to rush things."
Jiang Feng closed the panel info.
He then took out that bottle of Spiritual Liquid.
He muttered to himself, "Every drop of Spiritual Liquid in here can enhance my cultivation. If I refine and absorb it, maybe my strength can improve again without relying on Fortune Point."
Jiang Feng knew clearly in his heart that, like many others, he could gain power through training. Unfortunately, whether it was Tai Chi Longevity Skill or his previous Prison Guard Health Care Skill, progress was extremely slow. Relying on daily cultivation, it takes years, even more than a decade of hard work to make any significant breakthrough.
But now, he possessed this priceless bottle of Spiritual Liquid.
Jiang Feng had a feeling—if he refined it all, his power would absolutely soar. Even if he failed to break through his cultivation, the Fortune Point needed to advance Tai Chi Longevity Skill would certainly be reduced.
Otherwise, to accumulate 640,000 Fortune Point, who knows how many years it would take? Or rather, what kinds of dangers he’d have to face to gain that much Fortune Point?
Still, the refining of Spiritual Liquid can’t be rushed.
If Jiang Feng refined too much at once, he worried his body wouldn’t be able to withstand it, or spiritual power might leak out and draw unwanted attention.
In short, everything needed a long-term plan, not haste.
Thinking of this, Jiang Feng stashed the Spiritual Liquid away.
Then he changed appearance, swapped out his face entirely, and posed as a refugee escaping Nanfu City.
"Excuse me, are there any brothers here from the Dragon Capital? I want to inquire about someone."
Jiang Feng said with a cheerful grin.
"Get lost!"
The soldiers shouted.
Seeing Jiang Feng as a mere refugee, they couldn’t be bothered talking to him, some even drew their blades, afraid he might be a spy.
"Sorry about that."
Jiang Feng smiled and turned away.
A short while later, he saw a squad leader leaving the crowd to relieve himself off to the side.
He detained the man, dragged him aside, and said, "I need to ask you a few questions. Answer honestly."
"Please, hero, spare me! Let’s talk this out!"
The squad leader, at Seventh Grade Realm, was utterly powerless in Jiang Feng’s hands, felt like his bones were caught in iron pincers, his life wholly at Jiang Feng’s whim.
"I’m looking for someone. Has Han Dong left Nanfu City?"
Jiang Feng asked.
"Han Dong? I’ve never heard of that person you’re talking about."
The squad leader shook his head in panic, terrified his answer would displease Jiang Feng and he’d get his neck snapped.
"It’s a woman, a high-ranking official from the Dragon Capital. You really haven’t heard of her?"
Jiang Feng explained.
"No idea. Those bigwigs from Dragon Capital are all way above us. Us rank-and-file soldiers wouldn’t dare ask about them."
The squad leader said, self-mockingly.
Jiang Feng thought for a moment, tried another angle: "If all of you escaped, those officials must be fine too, right?"
"Of course! Several battalions of our brothers carved a bloody path for them. Now we’re suffering here, hungry and cold, while they’re probably tucked into their beds with their ladies."
The squad leader looked angry.
"Bang!"
Jiang Feng realized he wouldn’t get anything useful. He knocked the squad leader unconscious and kept heading north.
He could see these scattered troops were just ordinary soldiers. With their status, probably none of them knew anything about Han Dong, so even if he asked others, it’d be pointless.
So, Jiang Feng traveled another hour north.
He arrived at an empty relay station.
Clearly, the people inside realized Nanfu City had fallen.
Afraid of the Rebel Faction army arriving, everyone had moved out overnight.
And beside the relay station, groups of refugees huddled together, some sleeping by the roadside with banana leaves over their bodies, most with families in tow, heading north.
But none dared step inside the relay station for rest.
Obviously.
To ordinary folk, relay stations are official places—no matter if nobody’s guarding it, you can’t just go in. If you’re caught, at best you pay several times the fine, at worst you end up jailed.
Jiang Feng didn’t care in the slightest.
With his current cultivation, no relay station would refuse him.
If he wanted a break, might as well pick a comfy spot. Besides, relay stations are supposed to be open to travelers, ordinary folks just need to pay some silver taels to enter.
Even if officials come back, worst case, he pays a few extra silver taels.
