Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 71: Black Tiger

"Sister Dong, why are you in my house?"

Jiang Feng’s heart was full of vigilance.

He racked his brains,

trying to figure out

where something had gone wrong.

For Han Dong to have become suspicious of him,

"Bang!"

Just as he was considering how to deal with this,

Han Dong’s body collapsed to the ground.

"Sister Dong!"

Jiang Feng rushed in at once.

He found Han Dong drenched in sweat and looking exceedingly weak—this seemed more like she was hiding in his house to escape danger.

"I’ve been poisoned. I need you to go to the black market and buy me some medicine to detoxify me."

Han Dong forced herself to stand and spoke with difficulty.

"Alright, what medicine do you need me to buy?"

Jiang Feng helped Han Dong onto the bed.

For Han Dong, after being poisoned, not to return to Zhenbei Prison or find the Prison Director, but instead to come to him—this was not simple. There must be a lot of trouble involved. Yet precisely because of this, it showed Han Dong trusted him. Since she wanted him to get medicine from the black market, Jiang Feng really couldn’t refuse.

"Be quick."

Han Dong had already written out the prescription.

She handed it to Jiang Feng, then sat cross-legged on the bed, using her Qi Blood to drive out the poison, dark energy circling around her eyes. She was clearly deeply poisoned.

"Wait for me. I’ll be back soon."

Jiang Feng took the prescription and hurried to the black market.

On the way, he glanced at the prescription.

The ingredients included sulfur, aged tangerine peel, dried scorpion, and so on...

They were mostly common medicinal herbs; as for their specific use, Jiang Feng had no idea.

Before entering the black market, Jiang Feng once again disguised himself as a burly man.

He recalled Han Dong’s situation.

Logically, these are just common ingredients—many shops in Dragon Capital would sell them. Since Han Dong specifically wanted him to go to the black market, it meant buying them elsewhere would get one targeted.

Secondly, Han Dong didn’t look like she’d just started hiding in his home.

She must have still been mobile before this, could have gone herself to the black market—but instead entrusted him. That meant someone might be watching for her at the black market.

All in all, Han Dong was cautious and shrewd.

She could anticipate things others wouldn’t.

So Jiang Feng needed to be even more careful and prudent.

Immediately, Jiang Feng broke Han Dong’s prescription into eight separate lists. Each one had only a small portion of what she needed. For the other items, he added medicinal ingredients he knew.

He assembled eight different prescriptions.

When he got to the black market,

Jiang Feng took these prescriptions to various pharmacies, buying a share from each.

In order not to arouse suspicion,

he also bought some health supplements.

In the end, carrying a large bag of goods, he left the black market.

After he left, a group of newcomers entered, holding a list identical to the one Han Dong had given, asking every shopkeeper if anyone had come to buy those herbs. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

When Jiang Feng returned to Chaoyang Alley,

he glanced at his status panel,

and found, much to his shock, that his Fortune Point had soared by over a thousand, reaching a little over fourteen thousand.

But Jiang Feng couldn’t smile—Han Dong’s troubles might be huge, and he feared being dragged in. If he couldn’t get away, who could he cry to?

"Hope that once I detoxify her, she leaves soon and no one finds out she came to see me."

Jiang Feng said to himself,

and after resuming his appearance, he returned to the courtyard. Looking in through the window, he didn’t see Han Dong herself, but could sense something strange in the room.

"Sister Dong!"

Jiang Feng opened the door and called quietly.

He saw Han Dong leaning against the wall, hiding from him, and only after seeing him return did she relax a little.

At that moment Han Dong looked terrible.

There was a black haze on her face, as if she was critically ill.

"Sister Dong, have a good rest. I’ll make the medicine for you."

Jiang Feng helped Han Dong onto the bed.

He then unwrapped every package of medicinal herbs he’d bought and picked out the ones Han Dong needed.

Seeing all this, Han Dong showed a faint smile; she’d just thought, what if Jiang Feng had been watched while buying the medicine?

Now, seeing how resourceful Jiang Feng was—splitting the prescription, and then after buying, bringing her set together from those different lists—she felt a sense of relief.

And each prescription’s packaging was different, clearly from different shops; that cautious nature allowed her some peace of mind.

Half an hour later,

Jiang Feng finished decocting the medicine.

He brought it for Han Dong to drink.

Han Dong drank it all,

and the black haze on her face gradually faded away.

By the next morning, after Jiang Feng made her another dose, Han Dong’s complexion finally looked normal, with no visible sign of poisoning.

Her Qi Blood, however, was still depleted,

so she remained weak.

"Thank you. Just pretend I was never here."

Han Dong bid Jiang Feng farewell,

then turned and left Chaoyang Lane.

Jiang Feng quickly cleared out any traces of medicinal smell in his house,

dismantled and disposed of every herb—throwing away everything that needed to go, not leaving a single shred.

When all that was done,

he put on his Prison Guard Uniform and, as always, went on duty at the prison.

He kept an eye out for a while.

Han Dong had not returned.

Zhenbei Prison was operating as usual, with nothing apparently out of the ordinary.

Three days passed this way.

As the third level of Zhenbei Prison got lively again,

something seemed to happen at court; this morning, three Second-Grade Officials were delivered to Zhenbei Prison, and in the afternoon Dali Temple officers came for interrogation.

Han Dong, who had been missing for several days, finally returned. She looked stern and berated all the Supervisors in the inside and outside layers.

Soon after, the Prison Director arrived to speak with Han Dong.

He looked even grimmer than Han Dong herself,

and after an unknown conversation, the two left together in a hurry.

Jiang Feng continued in his role as Little Prison Chief, reminding the Squad Leaders under him to keep their people in line and not cause him any trouble.

Every day, he commuted between Chaoyang Lane and Zhenbei Prison.

Several days in a row, there were no suspicious movements outside the prison.

As time passed,

in the following days, the third level of Zhenbei Prison saw officials brought in daily, with Dali Temple agents going in and out incessantly.

Jiang Feng noticed,

many of those being detained recently had appeared in the Second Prince’s account books.

Apparently, the Seventh Prince was using every means to root out the Second Prince’s faction.

"The bigger the commotion, the better—that way, none of you will suspect me."

Jiang Feng rubbed his hands in secret delight.

These days, he’d been monitoring his panel, seeing his Fortune Point increase every day, and was quite happy; the Second Prince must’ve thought the book thief belonged to the Seventh Prince.

The two brothers had completely fallen out,

and whoever fell, Jiang Feng would be the one benefitting.

Ten days later,

Dali Temple personnel

escorted six prisoners—shackled and covered in bruises—into Zhenbei Prison.

They were locked in the third level.

"Roar!"

Behind them, a black tiger was locked in a cage, carried in by seven or eight Martial Artists.

The black tiger roared and thrashed inside the cage, frightening the Prison Guards on duty.

"These people set up illegal banks, murdered for profit, and raised tigers as hazards. Grand Commander Han, you must keep a close watch. They cannot be allowed to escape—or die in prison, for that matter."

The Dali Temple official was conferring with Han Dong.

"Don’t worry. Leave it to me."

Han Dong nodded.

Then, after glancing at the caged black tiger, she asked, "Why not transfer this beast to the Demon Suppression Bureau?"