Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 50: Friends
Jiang Feng checks his panel information.
Name: Jiang Feng
Fortune: 8822
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
Jiang Feng saw that this time, his Fortune Points had increased by over five thousand.
One can imagine.
Once things develop toward an uncontrollable situation,
even with his Fourth Grade Essence Refining Realm cultivation, it would be hard to end well. The best result then would be to leave Zhenbei Prison, escape Dragon Capital, and face all kinds of pursuits from the Court.
"Han Dong was right—I’ve probably avoided all the risks this time."
Jiang Feng thought to himself.
With 8822 Fortune Points, he didn’t rush to use them.
He planned to keep saving, waiting to see when the Prison Guard Health Care Skill would show a plus sign again at the end.
He knew that the Perfection State of the Prison Guard Health Care Skill was not the ultimate limit.
After Perfection, there was still Great Perfection.
Only by cultivating to Great Perfection could the Prison Guard Health Care Skill be considered trained to the extreme.
By then, he’d have to switch to a new cultivation technique.
"Between Third Grade and Fourth Grade lies a watershed. Han Dong said that without reaching Upper Three Grades, it’s hard to make it in the world. Looks like only by becoming an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist do I truly have the strength to protect myself."
"Just don’t know how many more Fortune Points it will take to become an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist."
"Maybe the distance is not too far!"
"Best to be patient."
"I’ll wait until I’ve advanced my realm before doing anything else."
Jiang Feng whispered to himself, then closed his panel.
He didn’t dare to stare at it for long, afraid he’d spend all eight thousand-plus Fortune Points on Divine Arrow and Monkey Escape Technique.
In his heart, he had the impulse to do so.
Curious to see what kind of power Divine Arrow would have after another breakthrough.
And the speed at the Perfection Realm after Monkey Escape reached Great Success.
But he held himself back.
Han Dong’s words made him remember the insurmountable gap between Upper Third-Grade Martial Artists and Middle Third Grade Martial Artists. Once one becomes an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist, their power would undergo a dramatic transformation.
Definitely much greater than improving Divine Arrow or Monkey Escape Technique.
The night passed quietly.
Jiang Feng returned to Zhenbei Prison again the next day.
Cao Zhen’s lesson had been learned.
Those under Jiang Feng, like Chief Wang and a few others, as well as their subordinate prison guards, all remembered Jiang Feng’s rules, honestly doing their duties and not daring to mess around.
So, another three months went by.
After a little while, it would be the fourth year of Tianwu.
The New Year was approaching.
Dragon Capital was bustling.
Security was even stricter.
Nobody wanted to irritate the Emperor during New Year. The third floor of Zhenbei Prison had been peaceful lately. The senior officials of the Court who were once locked up there for minor mistakes had all recently been released.
For a time, Zhenbei Prison’s third floor quieted down quite a bit.
This situation meant Jiang Feng’s Fortune Points hardly increased at all.
But Jiang Feng wasn’t anxious.
Compared to boosting his strength or earning Fortune Points, deep down, he valued living long above all.
He possessed endless time.
Increasing power or gaining Fortune Points didn’t need to be rushed.
He only feared a huge risk suddenly arriving that could put his life in danger.
...
"Prison Chief Jiang, Uncle Huo is waiting for you at the door!"
Jiang Feng was changing clothes in his workshop.
Chief Wang knocked and spoke from outside.
"Didn’t I tell him already? I’ll come out after I change."
Jiang Feng replied.
"He knows, that’s why he’s waiting at the door for you to go together."
Chief Wang replied.
"He’s unbelievable. I’ll head out now."
Jiang Feng walked out of the workshop.
He changed into a brocade robe.
Last month, Uncle Huo had a son late in life.
Today he’s holding a full moon banquet at home for the baby, inviting a lot of people. Chief Wang and the others had already gone for drinks, so only Jiang Feng and a few prison guards from the first floor hadn’t gone yet.
So Jiang Feng changed out of his prison guard uniform in the workshop.
After all, attending a full moon banquet at someone’s house in your prison guard uniform would be a bit unlucky.
"Don’t forget to have a few more drinks. Uncle Huo prepared some really good wine this time."
Chief Wang reminded him.
Jiang Feng responded casually.
He met up with Uncle Huo at the entrance of Zhenbei Prison.
"Tsk tsk, Xiao Jiang, you put on that outfit and you look every bit the young master. Just like that saying goes—people need clothes, Buddha needs gold. Later I’ll have your aunt introduce her niece to you."
Uncle Huo saw Jiang Feng and couldn’t help but praise him.
Even after Jiang Feng had been assigned to the third floor and became Prison Chief, he hadn’t grown distant.
Uncle Huo genuinely valued Jiang Feng, considered him a real friend. On any given day, two out of three things he said were a joke.
"I’d welcome that, just don’t trick me."
Jiang Feng played along.
The two chatted all the way, discussing what kind of woman was suitable for a life partner.
Before long, they arrived at Uncle Huo’s house in Willow Alley.
Uncle Huo’s courtyard was a size larger than Jiang Feng’s.
There were still two banquet tables left uncleared in the living room.
Looks like the guests had just left.
The old aunt was holding the baby, sitting beside a stone mill. She spotted Jiang Feng and quickly got up, saying, "Xiao Jiang, you finally made it! The whole family’s been waiting for you. Look, ever since you arrived, even the baby’s stopped crying."
"Auntie, I had to be on duty during the day so I couldn’t come by. Only after my shift could I visit—sorry for bothering you this late."
Jiang Feng explained.
He looked at the baby in the aunt’s arms and saw that he really did resemble Uncle Huo.
Jiang Feng put a string of coins in the baby’s arms, gently stroked his head, and said, "Auntie, just a little something from me. I hope little Huo grows up quickly."
"Oh, this is too much. I... I don’t know how to thank you for the baby, Old Huo! Quick, get Xiao Jiang seated!"
Auntie didn’t expect Jiang Feng to gift so much, and was a bit flustered.
"Why don’t you have your sister-in-law reheat the dishes."
"Sister Hua, we’ve got guests! Take the dishes and warm them up in the kitchen!"
Uncle Huo set out some tableware for Jiang Feng. Seeing the string of coins for the baby, he was so happy he couldn’t stop grinning, and quickly poured Jiang Feng a full cup of yellow rice wine.
Jiang Feng drank it and immediately realized that the wine Chief Wang had been praising was the big jar Uncle Huo had taken from his home a few months ago, after Jiang Feng was hit by White Rat and needed Uncle Huo to look after him.
Now drinking it—
it really was good.
As the New Year approached, the temperature plunged.
Jiang Feng and Uncle Huo shut the door and drank in the living room, and a little later, a few prison guards arrived, all first-floor, those who worked under Old Huo as Little Prison Guards.
This year, Zhenbei Prison had seen a lot happen.
They were all new faces.
Jiang Feng hadn’t had much contact with them, but at the banquet table, the Little Prison Guards were all very polite, standing up to toast him. Jiang Feng drank with everyone, and after three more Little Prison Guards came to celebrate, he finally got up to leave.
Walking down Willow Alley,
Jiang Feng sobered up, reflecting on the days when he worked under Uncle Huo.
Now he was Prison Chief of the third floor.
His friendship with Uncle Huo hadn’t diminished—in fact, it had only deepened. They saw each other often.
He found that he truly needed friends.
Uncle Huo was his only real friend in this world.
