Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 76: Tai Chi Longevity Skill

The next day, Jiang Feng asked Mao Daming for a day off.

He took Han Dong’s identity token and walked toward the Royal Academy.

Jiang Feng’s goal was clear: to find a cultivation technique that matched the Prison Guard Health Care Skill but was more profound, and, secondly, to see if he could find a way to kill Black Tiger.

As long as that beast was still around, Jiang Feng couldn’t feel at ease. He kept thinking the Second Prince would discover sooner or later that he was the one who took the account book.

With Han Dong’s identity token,

Jiang Feng made his way without obstruction, arriving at the entrance to the Academy.

The Royal Academy was imposing, seven stories high, covering thousands of acres.

There were strong martial artists guarding it.

There were three layers of guards at the entrance.

The weakest among them was a Middle Third Grade Martial Artist.

In the innermost layer of guards, there were even Upper Third-Grade Martial Artists stationed.

These people just sat there, without releasing their Qi and Blood Power, and yet they exerted an invisible, powerful pressure.

And that was just the strength visible on the surface.

The experts lurking in the shadows would undoubtedly send chills down one’s spine.

Jiang Feng didn’t dare slack off. He stepped up to the gate, presenting Han Dong’s token along with his own identity documents.

His identity documents were simple.

Etched on a small block of wood.

On it was written: Little Prison Chief of Zhenbei Prison, Jiang Feng.

This was Jiang Feng’s badge upon his promotion to Little Prison Chief, issued by Zhenbei Prison, signifying that he was a Great Tang Official—even if only of the lowest rank—he was a member of the Court.

"Little Prison Chief, Grand Commander?"

The guard was incredulous.

He had worked at the Academy for five or six years and had never seen a Little Prison Chief with his superior’s token trying to enter the Academy.

"Who gave you the token?"

The guard asked.

"Replying respectfully, it was Grand Commander Han who gave it to me. She said if I brought her token, I could stay a whole day in the first level of the Academy."

Jiang Feng answered, head lowered.

"What’s your relationship to Grand Commander Han?"

The guard asked.

The crowd all glanced at Jiang Feng curiously.

Guarding the Academy, naturally they understood how precious it was to enter. They couldn’t figure out how Jiang Feng earned such a big favor from Han Dong.

"Superior-subordinate relationship."

Jiang Feng replied.

The guards exchanged looks.

They could tell Jiang Feng wasn’t interested in elaborating.

So they just recorded everything carefully, then returned both his token and ID badge, reminding him, "Commander Han was correct. You can only stay on the first floor for twelve hours. You can leave early, but you cannot re-enter. When time is up, you must leave at once, without delay. And you are forbidden to bring anything out, not even a page of paper. If there’s any violation, whether from you or Commander Han who lent you the token, both will face catastrophic consequences."

"Got it. I’ll remember that."

Jiang Feng took them back with both hands, nodding seriously.

"Han Dong actually gave up one of the only two annual opportunities and granted it to a Little Prison Chief."

"This guy is so pale and delicate—could he be Han Dong’s kept man?"

"No wonder Han Dong always stays holed up in Zhenbei Prison; turns out she was hiding her pet in the golden house!"

"Hahaha!"

After Jiang Feng left,

A few guards shamelessly began to gossip.

They assumed Jiang Feng, just a Little Prison Chief, couldn’t possibly be strong enough to hear their comments.

But in fact, Jiang Feng heard every word clearly.

Hearing them slander Han Dong, Jiang Feng couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger.

But what shocked Jiang Feng most was that even Han Dong only got two chances a year to enter the Academy, and yet she gave him one.

Looks like it was to repay him for buying the medicine she needed last time.

Jiang Feng silently kept this in mind.

If he ever got the chance, he’d teach those guards a lesson. If nothing else, he’d wait them out and piss on their graves someday, to vent for Han Dong.

Stepping into the first floor of the Academy,

Jiang Feng smelled the scent of old books stacked together.

It wasn’t a musty odor.

The Academy’s books were well cared for. If a page was damaged, it would be repaired instantly; the place was well-lit and ventilated.

The aroma that filled the air was that of aged wood within the pages.

"Cultivation techniques, body techniques, martial arts, insights, medical texts, musical scores, Zhouyi, Eight Trigrams..."

Jiang Feng scanned the room, discovering that the library’s collection was clearly categorized and neatly arranged, seemingly covering everything.

He couldn’t help but feel excited inside.

If he could read several cultivation techniques, body techniques, martial arts, and record them in his system panel, then in the future, as long as he had enough Fortune Points, wouldn’t he be able to perfect every magic sect method?

Just imagine,

If he could master hundreds of martial arts.

All sorts of sects and schools, every divine power polished to perfection.

What kind of level would his strength reach?

Who in the world could rival him?

The thought made Jiang Feng’s breathing grow heavier.

The disciples nearby reading cultivation books heard him and, seeing Jiang Feng so fired up and excited, couldn’t help but look down on him.

They instinctively assumed it must be Jiang Feng’s first time in the Academy; after all, they had felt the same way.

Jiang Feng didn’t dare to waste a single second. He rushed to the shelf holding the cultivation techniques and pulled down a book.

This technique was called "Vajra Demon Suppression Skill".

The name was extremely domineering.

Compared to the so-called Prison Guard Health Care Skill, its level was countless times greater.

Jiang Feng felt as if he’d struck gold, and speedily began to read.

At a glance,

His expression brimmed with surprise.

The Vajra Demon Suppression Skill actually had thirteen levels of heart method.

Looking further,

His expression became even more shocked.

Aside from the first heart method level, he couldn’t see any of the subsequent content.

All the following pages were blank.

Jiang Feng wondered if he was seeing things.

He held the blank pages up to the sunlight. Sure enough, not even a single character was visible.

There was nothing special about the paper.

It simply hadn’t been recorded on.

"Don’t bother flipping through—on the first floor, most of the cultivation techniques and martial arts, even seniors’ insights, only let you see a small part. To read more, you have to reach higher floors."

A well-dressed youth kindly reminded him.

"Oh, thanks!"

Jiang Feng instantly understood.

He returned the Vajra Demon Suppression Skill to its spot, feeling rather disappointed.

The system panel could only incorporate complete cultivation techniques and martial arts.

Fragmented ones couldn’t be included, so it seemed unrealistic to record several secret arts to practice later.

Jiang Feng went on to check several other techniques.

Just as the youth had said, most secret arts here could only be partially read.

The more advanced the secret technique, the less content was visible.

For techniques like Vajra Demon Suppression Skill, at least the first level was shown in full; for those that were even more advanced, sometimes only a few phrases could be read.

After a while, Jiang Feng found a pattern: the higher the grade, the less recorded; the lower the grade, the more complete the records.

And being stored in Great Tang Academy,

No matter how low the grade, the technique had to be stronger than Prison Guard Health Care Skill.

At last, Jiang Feng finally found a technique that matched the Prison Guard Health Care Skill and was fully recorded.

Tai Chi Longevity Skill!