Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement

Wu Weiwei spoke up for Jiang Feng.

"The grievances between me and the Demon Sect—I’d rather not let a third person know."

Jiang Feng reminded her.

"You’ve saved me twice. I promise, I absolutely won’t mention a word to anyone."

Wu Weiwei replied solemnly.

"Thank you."

Jiang Feng nodded gratefully.

He then pretended to ask, "So Han Tieshan escaped too? I heard she has a daughter who’s a Grand General. Now that Nanfu City has fallen, how are the two of them going to explain themselves to the Court?"

"Han Dong is just the Prison Director at Zhenbei Prison, calling her a Grand General is nonsense."

Wu Weiwei looked quite disdainful.

Jiang Feng paused, noticing that Wu Weiwei seemed a little jealous of Han Dong, so he deliberately continued, "That’s not what I heard. Word is Han Tieshan’s daughter is quite the heroine—a young talent from Dragon Capital. Now that Nanfu City has fallen, she must’ve killed plenty of the Rebel Faction."

"Even if she’s brave, she’s just a Postnatal Martial Artist. She couldn’t have killed many rebels."

Wu Weiwei shook her head.

"Only Postnatal? Looks like she’s doomed."

Jiang Feng feigned surprise, then shook his head as well.

"Not necessarily. No matter what, she’s still a Court official. The masters from the Imperial City and Han Tieshan himself wouldn’t let her die. She’s just wounded, that’s all."

Wu Weiwei shook her head again.

"Officials really do have Heaven’s luck, while commoners’ lives are thinner than paper."

Jiang Feng lamented the unfairness of the times.

"Senior, these are buns I made for you myself. Please, have some!"

Wu Weiwei noticed Jiang Feng hadn’t touched the buns she made.

"Oh, alright."

Jiang Feng promptly grabbed one, taking a big bite, praising as he ate, "Delicious, really delicious."

"Senior, if you like them, you could stay at our Demon-Suppressing Martial Arts Hall. I’d be happy to make you buns every day."

Wu Weiwei ventured.

This was an attempt to invite Jiang Feng to join Demon-Suppressing Martial Arts Hall.

"Speaking of your Martial Arts Hall, there’s something I want to ask you—what Body Technique did you use the other day when you chased me? Why is it so... unique?"

Jiang Feng smoothly shifted the subject.

"Uh... I used the Three-legged Body Technique. Learned it from a senior expert. My technique isn’t that great yet, so it’s hit or miss. Sorry I made you laugh, senior."

Wu Weiwei looked a bit embarrassed.

Jiang Feng immediately thought of the one-eyed elder. Could it be Wu Weiwei learned the Three-legged Body Technique from him as well? If so, why did the one-eyed elder chase after him that night?

After the one-eyed elder left, Jiang Feng’s Fortune Point had even increased by thirty or forty thousand.

His intuition told him the one-eyed elder had an ulterior motive.

If he was the one who passed the Three-legged Body Technique to Wu Weiwei, did that mean he also harbored bad intentions toward her?

Especially since even Xiao Zhan couldn’t do anything to him.

Jiang Feng truly preferred not to get involved with that old man.

If he really was plotting something, should he warn Wu Weiwei?

"Oh, that name does sound odd. I’ve honestly never heard of it."

Jiang Feng chose not to reveal what he suspected.

First, he wasn’t sure if the one-eyed elder really had taught Wu Weiwei. Second, even if he had, there was no telling if the old man had any ill will toward her.

Besides, the Three-legged Body Technique was very sensitive.

The one-eyed elder was searching for him.

Xiao Zhan was also asking around.

Jiang Feng couldn’t talk too much about it with Wu Weiwei, or he’d risk getting into unnecessary trouble.

"Ding-ding!"

Suddenly, a bell rang out.

Jiang Feng noticed Wu Weiwei wore a small bell on her waist. Power of Heaven and Earth surged around it—it looked like a Magical Artifact. He was startled; he hadn’t even noticed it before.

"Oh, the senior is looking for me."

Wu Weiwei unfastened the bell and said.

"Which senior?"

"The elder who taught me the Three-legged Body Technique!"

Wu Weiwei explained.

"Weiwei!"

At that moment—

A voice rang out from inside the bell.

"Senior, I’m at the inn right now."

Wu Weiwei spoke toward the bell.

Jiang Feng’s expression changed slightly. So this bell could transmit sound across space? At that moment, he sensed a wave of the Power of Heaven and Earth, as if a figure was rushing toward the inn.

Seems this bell can only transmit sound over short distances.