Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 75: Royal Academy

"Hm?"

"Oh, there’s actually something like that?"

Jiang Feng was startled at first.

Then he forced down his excitement and pretended to be surprised as he spoke.

"Sigh, who could have guessed—Dali Temple was interrogating prisoners, but on the way, every single one of them was killed. They say this has blown up, and a lot of Dali Temple’s officials are about to be out of luck."

Chief Wang sighed.

He finished speaking.

He noticed Jiang Feng’s gaze had changed.

He quickly feigned ignorance and laughed: "What did I just say again? I didn’t say anything, I’m going to get back to work."

With that, Chief Wang hurriedly ran off.

As someone working under Jiang Feng, Chief Wang and the others all knew Jiang Feng hated gossip the most, especially rumors about court affairs.

Don’t listen.

Don’t talk.

Don’t bother.

Don’t ask.

These four don’ts were already their guiding principle.

Jiang Feng didn’t make things hard for Chief Wang.

He headed toward the workspace.

Inside the workspace, he opened up his panel information.

Name: Jiang Feng

Fortune Point: 23891

Cultivation Technique: Prison Guard Health Care Skill (Great Perfection)

Skills: Prison Guard Long Fist (Minor Achievement+) Divine Arrow (Great Success+) Monkey Escape (Great Perfection)

Realm: Third Grade (Refining Divinity)

Divine Power: Immortality

Jiang Feng saw that, overnight, his Fortune Points had increased by about nine thousand.

"Time to change my cultivation technique, raise my strength as soon as possible."

Jiang Feng said to himself in his heart.

Now that Prison Guard Health Care Skill had reached Great Perfection Level, it couldn’t be improved any further. Hoping to boost his realm cultivation by advancing this technique was no longer viable.

However.

The Prison Guard Health Care Skill, as the lowest-level cultivation method in the prison—

Looking back, it had helped Jiang Feng go from a low-class prison guard to an upper third-grade martial artist, and he was already satisfied.

He knew.

Aside from laying a solid foundation, the Prison Guard Health Care Skill’s qi blood growth and cultivation speed were both extremely slow.

If he hadn’t been able to use Fortune Points to increase his cultivation level—

Otherwise, for his entire life, he’d only have been able to reach skillful level at most, maybe becoming an eighth-grade martial artist at best.

In all of Zhenbei Prison—

Even among the Four Great Prisons in Dragon Capital, no prison guard had ever cultivated this technique to Minor Success Realm, let alone to Great Perfection State.

"Roar!"

Black Tiger’s roar echoed once more.

Jiang Feng closed his panel information.

He went over deliberately to inspect the area.

"Roar!"

"Clang... Bang!"

When Jiang Feng walked past the cell holding Black Tiger—

The already violent Black Tiger became even more frenzied, clawing wildly inside the cage, itching to tear Jiang Feng to pieces right then and there.

Jiang Feng didn’t stop his steps.

Pretending to be on patrol, he took a turn around, then returned to the workspace.

"Beast, I absolutely cannot let you live."

Jiang Feng made up his mind to get rid of Black Tiger.

He could already confirm that Black Tiger recognized him.

If it weren’t for Wu Tieshan’s mediocre beast taming skills yesterday, and Han Dong standing together with him, the Second Prince probably would have figured out that he was the one who took the account book.

Even though Wu Tieshan was now dead—

Black Tiger still had to be dealt with.

If a powerful Beast Master took Black Tiger away, who knows what else they might learn from it.

Jiang Feng knew—

This world was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

The Great Tang’s records contained plenty about demons and monsters.

Powerful Beast Masters could not only communicate with demon beasts, but even control them and make them into death warriors, obeying their orders without question.

The Demon Suppression Bureau itself had Beast Masters.

If the Second Prince had a Beast Master and took Black Tiger, Jiang Feng didn’t even dare to think about what would happen.

"Kill Black Tiger and hurry to increase my strength."

Jiang Feng had a clear goal in mind.

"I don’t have much silver taels on me. Who knows what I’ll be able to buy at the black market? Prison Guard Health Care Skill is a solid and gentle cultivation technique, so if I want to retrain another, I need to consider whether it matches well with it."

Jiang Feng mused in his heart.

In the beginning, resources were scarce.

Normally, he only had access to the Prison Guard Health Care Skill and Prison Guard Long Fist.

Now that his technique had reached Great Perfection, with his cultivation stuck at third grade, if he wanted to break through, he could only look for a more advanced technique to boost his qi blood.

"Should I ask Sister Dong—maybe she’d know which techniques are most compatible with Prison Guard Health Care Skill?"

"Forget it."

"She knows I’m a Middle Third Grade Martial Artist."

"She probably thinks I’m practicing other techniques. If she finds out I cultivated Prison Guard Health Care Skill to Great Perfection, that’d probably stir up a lot of trouble."

Jiang Feng shook his head.

He knew.

All of Dragon Capital—

In the Four Great Prisons’ history, no one had ever cultivated Prison Guard Health Care Skill to Great Perfection.

Ten years ago—

There was an old prison guard at Demon Suppression Bureau Prison who reached Mastery Level with the Prison Guard Health Care Skill and even caused quite a stir.

If people found out that someone as young as Jiang Feng had reached Great Perfection, it’d definitely shake all of Dragon Capital, and tons of trouble would surely follow.

Because of this, Jiang Feng furrowed his brow the entire day.

Han Dong happened upon him while on patrol.

She took the initiative to ask, "What’s wrong? Something troubling you?"

"Hit a bottleneck in cultivation."

Jiang Feng replied offhandedly.

He regretted it as soon as he finished speaking.

He shouldn’t have told Han Dong that.

"Which bottleneck is it?"

Han Dong was interested.

She only knew Jiang Feng was a Middle Third Grade Martial Artist, but couldn’t tell exactly what stage he was at.

On the surface, it seemed like Jiang Feng was only at sixth grade.

But Han Dong always felt Jiang Feng was holding back and was likely already Fifth Grade Blood Refining Realm cultivation.

"It’s an issue with my cultivation technique, no worries, I’ll figure it out myself."

Jiang Feng replied coolly.

Han Dong looked at him with disdain.

She knew Jiang Feng just didn’t want to tell her.

This only increased her curiosity, but considering their relationship, she couldn’t press him, so instead tossed her identity token to Jiang Feng and said, "If you have a question, go check out the academy. Maybe it’ll help you."

"Huh? Sister Dong wants me to go to the Royal Academy?"

Jiang Feng was a little at a loss.

The Royal Academy’s reputation—there was nobody in Great Tang who didn’t know it.

The techniques and martial arts inside were countless, cultivation insights were dazzling, medical scrolls and essays—everything imaginable was there.

It was the most sacred treasury in the minds of countless scholars.

Countless people dreamed of going in and taking a look; Jiang Feng was no different.

"Mm, even though you’re just a Little Prison Chief, you’re still a Great Tang official. With my token, you can stay on the first floor all day. There are many predecessors’ cultivation insights there—if you’ve got questions, you can look for answers inside." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Han Dong nodded in reply.

There was something she didn’t say.

Even as Grand Commander of Zhenbei Prison, she only got to enter the Royal Academy twice a year. After those two times, she’d need either merit or a fortune in silver taels for another entry.

She’d already used one chance earlier in the year in order to break through.

Now she was giving her last chance this year to Jiang Feng. Next time, if she wanted to enter, without merit or silver taels, she’d have to wait till next year.

"Thanks, Sister Dong—oh no, thank you, Grand Commander Han!"

Jiang Feng thanked her earnestly.

He didn’t know there was a limit on academy entries, but he did know this was a rare and precious opportunity.