Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 86: Courtesan

"Who sent you?"

Xiao Ran thrust his spear forward, spear light flickering ceaselessly, stabbing at the old man’s abdomen.

"Pfft!"

A cloud of white mist swept forth.

The old man suddenly scattered it.

In the martial world, he naturally had his own means of self-defense.

The white mist was a special Zombie Powder.

Released at close range, its effect was extremely powerful.

Xiao Ran felt his vision obscured.

He hastily shifted the spear technique from attack to defense, executing a Sweeping Thousand Soldiers, dispersing the white mist.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Bao Longwei’s body technique was exquisite, as if he was gliding over the white mist.

Three poison needles shot out again.

Years shackled at the Grade Two Peak in cultivation with no breakthrough, he had learned to take it easy, focusing all day on studying hidden weapons and poison needles—finally useful tonight.

Poison darts and poison needles flew together.

He could even spit out a steel bead from his mouth, impossible to guard against.

"Pchht!"

The old man could dodge Xiao Ran’s spear technique.

But he could not evade Bao Longwei’s calculations.

In desperation,

he waved his hand and scattered another flurry of white powder.

"Bang!"

The white powder suddenly ignited, and right before Bao Longwei and Xiao Ran, a sea of fire erupted.

"Go!"

Xiao Ran, his senses heightened, hurled the long spear in his hand. The spear pierced through the fire, striking a stone-brick wall with a clang, punching through it.

Once the fire dissipated before their eyes,

Xiao Ran and Bao Longwei charged out.

The old man was already nowhere to be seen.

Xiao Ran pulled the spear from the penetrated stone-brick wall. There was a scrap of cloth on the spearpoint, stained with blood. Clearly, that throw had wounded the enemy.

"He’s been struck by my poison needle. He won’t survive,"

Bao Longwei got onto the rooftop.

He searched thoroughly but saw no trace of his opponent. He then met up with Xiao Ran at the gates of Zhenbei Prison.

"What happened?"

Han Dong hurried over with his men.

Three Second-Grade Powerhouses fought fiercely outside the prison. The commotion was great. When Han Dong heard, he came running immediately, but that Second-Grade Martial Artist hidden outside only wanted to escape.

And his methods were countless and unpredictable.

Bao Longwei and Xiao Ran joined forces, but still, the enemy managed to escape.

"Let’s go inside and talk."

Xiao Ran’s eyes were red and swollen.

He’d been injured by the white mist, his eyes burning painfully.

He needed to wash them immediately.

Han Dong called the prison doctor for him.

In the darkness, in a corner some distance from Zhenbei Prison, a black shadow vanished, unseen, under cover of night.

The owner of the figure was none other than Jiang Feng.

Though he had already tipped off Xiao Ran, he was still uneasy.

He’d hidden at a distance to watch.

What he hadn’t expected was Xiao Ran’s cunning—he’d brought in Prison Chief Bao Longwei as well.

The two working together didn’t kill that Second-Grade Powerhouse on the spot, but they’d poisoned him. From the look of it, he could not survive.

"Good thing I thought to tip off Xiao Ran in time. Otherwise, given the opponent’s strength, even shooting an arrow in secret would be hard to kill him. It might’ve led to a lot more trouble,"

"Actually, even without Xiao Ran, I could have gone to Lord Director of the Prison."

"Anyway, if I run into this again, I mustn’t act rashly!"

"The long and short of it is, I was too impatient before, didn’t think things through."

"Now with Xiao Ran and Bao Longwei working together, word will reach the Second Prince. He shouldn’t trouble Han Dong for a while. Plus, Han Dong is alert now—it won’t be easy for him to get at Han Dong."

Jiang Feng sat on his bed, thinking to himself.

Then he checked the change in his Fortune Point.

Fortune Point: 232

Virtually unchanged.

That risk belonged to Han Dong. Now that it was resolved, Jiang Feng’s Fortune Point gained nothing.

Even if Jiang Feng had acted himself and taken down the Second-Grade Martial Artist, his Fortune Point wouldn’t have changed—since that would’ve been incurring risk.

Now,

he hadn’t acted,

yet he was able to help Han Dong remove the danger.

It was a win-win.

This was precisely what Jiang Feng wanted to see.

The next day,

Jiang Feng as usual headed to Zhenbei Prison for duty.

He acted as if he knew nothing at all.

He handled his own affairs, and when he heard people mention the ruckus outside the prison last night, he only responded with a casual "oh," feigning surprise, but asking nothing more.

In that secluded, hidden courtyard in the Imperial City,

the Second Prince finished his official business,

and once again came here to write and drink tea.

The old servant personally brewed him a pot of tea to replenish Qi Blood.

The Second Prince drank slowly and evenly.

He handed the empty bowl to the old servant, and asked off-handedly, "Anything from Dark Hall?"

"Little Scorpion is dead—poisoned, struck by Bao Longwei’s poison needle,"

The old servant replied calmly.

The Second Prince, just raising his brush, froze mid-air, his expression incredulous.

"Scorpion’s Turtle Breath Meditation Skill is unrivaled in Dragon Capital. How could he have been discovered?"

The Second Prince spoke.

"He said it was Xiao Ran who found him. Xiao Ran and Bao Longwei worked together—he couldn’t defend against them,"

The old servant explained.

Clearly, after being poisoned, Scorpion did not die immediately. The old servant had gleaned important information from him.

The Second Prince set his brush down.

The outcome was beyond his expectations.

He pondered for a long moment. "King Zhennan wouldn’t let Xiao Ran join the factional struggle. Since when did Xiao Ran become one of Old Qi’s men?"

The old servant shook his head.

"Investigate. With Scorpion’s skills, there’s no way Xiao Ran could have discovered him. I need to know how he was exposed, and what’s between Xiao Ran and Old Qi?"

The Second Prince gave an unbroken stream of orders.

The old servant nodded, silently remembering everything.

Only then did he leave.

The Second Prince picked up the brush once more to continue his calligraphy. His face returned to tranquility, as if an ancient well undisturbed by the wind.

Not even the ledger’s matters could disrupt his composure.

This small failure in dealing with Han Dong could never sway his mood.

What he was most curious about was—who discovered Scorpion?

Could it have been Bao Longwei?

"Bring them inside!"

Inside Zhenbei Prison,

a new batch of prisoners was brought into the third floor.

Among them was an especially pitiful-looking courtesan.

"Prison Chief Jiang, we’re in luck! The courtesan from the Sun and Moon Building’s been locked up in our cell,"

"Heard she committed murder—stabbed the son of the Minister of Justice,"

"You better go see—she truly is peerlessly beautiful,"

Chief Wang, Chief Ma, and Chief Feng bustled into Jiang Feng’s office, talking one after another.

Jiang Feng was still thinking about how the Second Prince might deal with Han Dong next.

Suddenly, he heard the courtesan from the Sun and Moon Building stabbed the Minister of Justice’s son and was locked up on the third floor—right under his charge. His squad leaders’ eyes were wide as lanterns.

Each one, chatting excitedly, wishing to be locked up together with the courtesan.

"Bang!"

Jiang Feng slammed his palm on the table. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

The three squad leaders instantly shut up, their faces changing.

"Copy the Four Don’ts for me a hundred times! Turn it in before shift change!"

Jiang Feng barked angrily.

"Yes!"

The three all pulled long faces, suddenly remembering—their Prison Chief was impervious to bribes or beauty.