Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 78: Malice
Jiang Feng could stay in the academy for twelve hours.
He didn’t want to waste a single second.
Now, he lacked no cultivation techniques.
The Tai Chi Longevity Skill could let him cultivate for a long time.
Once he mastered the Tai Chi Longevity Skill to its peak, he figured he could come and go from this academy at will.
But he was short on martial arts skills.
At least he had Monkey Escape for his body technique, and though it was a low-level body technique, at Great Perfection, its speed already surpassed many experts.
It’s just martial arts skills that he lacked.
Prison Guard Long Fist was in an awkward spot.
This fist technique was even less impressive than Monkey Escape.
But its foundation was solid.
If cultivated to the extreme, reaching Great Perfection Level, it could still unleash considerable killing power.
Unfortunately.
This fist technique was too conspicuous.
Too easy for others to recognize.
Which brought a lot of inconvenience to Jiang Feng.
Now that he was in the academy—
No matter what, Jiang Feng had to find a martial art to practice.
Because of time constraints,
Jiang Feng quickly pulled a thin martial arts book from the shelf.
"Loulan Slash!"
It was a saber technique martial art.
Jiang Feng glanced at the cover, wanting to see what level this Loulan Slash was.
He saw that Loulan Slash had only seven moves in total.
All of them were recorded in the book.
The content wasn’t much.
But it was a complete saber technique martial art.
He just didn’t know what level it was.
Suddenly.
Jiang Feng sensed, about four meters away, a figure shaking his head slightly.
It was that teenager in brocade clothes.
This youth had almost entered the place at the same time as Jiang Feng, and he, too, only had twelve hours. Since coming in, he’d stayed until now and hadn’t left.
The whole night had passed.
Dawn had come.
He watched Jiang Feng finally set down the Tai Chi Longevity Skill, having wasted a whole ten hours on it.
And now the saber technique Jiang Feng picked up turned out to be Loulan Slash.
This was a demonic saber technique!
"Excuse me, do you know what level this saber technique is?"
Jiang Feng forced a smile and asked.
"Profound Level. It should have been placed on the third floor. It’s a Demon Sect Saber Technique, can disturb one’s mind, has severe side effects—no one dares to cultivate it, so it was tossed to the first floor. I advise you to pick another martial art."
The brocade-clad youth hesitated, but still explained.
"Oh, thanks, I’m just taking a look."
Jiang Feng was full of gratitude.
Nodding his head,
He sat right on the floor to read.
He didn’t have much time left. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
The contents of Loulan Slash,
Just enough time left to finish reading.
As for disturbing the mind, Jiang Feng wasn’t afraid.
Because both Prison Guard Health Care Skill and Tai Chi Longevity Skill were techniques that cultivated the mind and body—some trivial Profound Level Saber Technique trying to throw his mind off balance? Impossible.
Thinking this, Jiang Feng began to read seriously.
"Hmph!"
The brocade-clad youth saw this scene.
He was so angry that he shoved the book in his hands back onto the shelf, hard.
He felt as if his good intentions were fed to a dog.
He had previously warned Jiang Feng not to look at Tai Chi Longevity Skill, but Jiang Feng hadn’t listened.
Now he told Jiang Feng that Loulan Slash was a Demon Sect Saber Technique, would disturb the mind, and could easily lead to demonic influence, but Jiang Feng still wouldn’t listen.
Who did he think he was?
Jiang Feng was simply ungrateful.
The youth made sure to remember Jiang Feng.
He’d see just what would happen to Jiang Feng in the future.
He also thought, if people found out Jiang Feng had gone to the academy and spent ten whole hours on Tai Chi Longevity Skill, what would they think?
Jiang Feng was immersed in his reading.
He had no idea that his actions might have unwittingly attracted the malice of a powerful figure.
As the time ticked away,
He raced against the clock.
Not missing a single word.
He finally finished reading Loulan Slash in the last quarter of an hour.
He checked his attributes panel.
Name: Jiang Feng
Fortune: 13912
Cultivation Technique: Prison Guard Health Care Skill (Great Perfection), Tai Chi Longevity Skill (Beginner)
Skills: Prison Guard Long Fist (Minor Achievement+), Divine Arrow (Great Success+), Monkey Escape (Great Perfection), Loulan Slash (Beginner+)
Realm: Third Grade (Refining Divinity)
Divine Power: Immortality
Jiang Feng finally saw that Loulan Slash had been logged in his panel.
He remembered that Tai Chi Longevity Skill was a Celestial Level technique—activating it had used up ten thousand Fortune Points at once.
Now, Loulan Slash was a Profound Level technique.
It would probably take at least two thousand Fortune Points to upgrade its cultivation level.
Without hesitation, Jiang Feng added two thousand Fortune Points to Loulan Slash.
Fortune: 11912
Skill: Loulan Slash (Beginner＋)
But Jiang Feng found Loulan Slash showed no change at all.
He ruthlessly added another one thousand Fortune Points.
His attributes panel finally changed.
Name: Jiang Feng
Fortune: 10912
Cultivation Technique: Prison Guard Health Care Skill (Great Perfection), Tai Chi Longevity Skill (Beginner)
Skills: Prison Guard Long Fist (Minor Achievement+), Divine Arrow (Great Success+), Monkey Escape (Great Perfection), Loulan Slash (Entry Level+)
Realm: Third Grade (Refining Divinity)
Divine Power: Immortality
Jiang Feng saw that three thousand Fortune Points had finally upgraded Loulan Slash to Entry Level.
"If only I had a saber now, I’d really like to try out the power of Loulan Slash."
Jiang Feng thought to himself.
Now that Loulan Slash had reached Entry Level, the feeling in his hands seemed to have changed. He couldn’t help reaching for his waist, wanting to draw a saber and slash, to see if blade qi would burst forth.
In the end, seeing he still had 10,912 Fortune Points left, Jiang Feng held back from spending any more.
If he could, he’d pour all his Fortune Points into cultivation techniques—the stronger his technique, the higher his realm.
Of course, body techniques and martial skills were also a manifestation of strength.
But they weren’t nearly as satisfying as overwhelming power in one’s cultivation level.
Besides, the time to upgrade his body technique or martial skills could wait until he needed them. No urgency now.
"Time’s almost up, I should leave!"
He recalled the warning from the guards yesterday.
Jiang Feng could only force himself to leave the academy, reluctant as he was.
On his way out, someone searched his body.
There were several scrutinizing gazes, each as piercing as an X-ray, as though they wanted to see right through Jiang Feng.
Fortunately, his Basic Cultivation Technique—Health Cultivation Skill—had already reached Great Perfection Realm. His mind was calm as water, his Qi and Blood Power seemingly dormant. Even though those people were far above him in strength, they couldn’t see through Jiang Feng’s true capabilities.
Besides, those gazes weren’t searching his strength, but only checking if he’d taken anything with him.
Sure enough, he hadn’t taken anything at all.
By now, it was broad daylight.
Just like when Jiang Feng first arrived yesterday.
He left smoothly, heading back to Zhenbei Prison.
"What a country bumpkin, to spend ten whole hours hiding inside reading Tai Chi Longevity Skill."
"I heard he even looked at Loulan Slash too, isn’t he afraid of falling to demonic influence?"
"He’s just a Little Prison Chief after all, hasn’t seen much of the world."
"If Han Dong knew he’d wasted an entire day in the academy and got nothing, I wonder what he’d say?"
Jiang Feng hadn’t walked far yet.
When he heard the guards behind him burst out laughing with ridicule.
His expression faltered.
"Hmph!"
Then he saw the brocade-clad youth, who’d left earlier, walking ahead, turning with a scowl to give him a cold snort.
There was hostility in his eyes.
And anger.
After the brocade-clad youth had told the guards everything Jiang Feng did in the academy, he learned Jiang Feng was just a Little Prison Chief. Naturally, he felt he’d been humiliated.
He’d actually worried over a mere Little Prison Chief.
And that Little Prison Chief hadn’t even taken his words seriously.
