Chapter 303 - 182: Breakthrough, Fortune Point Achieved
Name: Jiang Feng
Fortune: 636866
Cultivation Technique: Tai Chi Longevity Skill (Perfection)
Skills: Loulan Slash (Perfection+) Wind Palm (Minor Achievement+) Three-legged Body Technique (Minor Achievement+)
Realm: Innate (Celestial Profound Realm)
Divine Power: Immortality
Jiang Feng checked his panel information.
Ever since he became the Vice Commander of Zhenbei Prison, as long as each day was peaceful and nothing dangerous happened, his Fortune Points would increase by about a hundred every day.
Especially after the implementation of the physical examination system, whenever prisoners from other prisons were sent in, even if he just did a physical exam report, regardless of whether the person had issues, his Fortune Points would increase by a few, sometimes more than ten, on that day.
Three months passed.
Jiang Feng’s accumulated Fortune Points had also reached over six hundred thirty thousand, just a little more than three thousand away from six hundred forty thousand, which was enough to upgrade his Tai Chi Longevity Skill once again.
At this speed—
In another month—
Jiang Feng would finally get his wish.
As for the situation in the south, Jiang Feng could only leave it to fate. No matter whether the negotiations succeeded or failed, with Great Tang’s strength, even if the Blood Wolf King swept through and forced his way north from Jingzhou City, it would still take at least a few months to reach Dragon Capital for a slaughter.
By then, he would have already broken through and become a powerhouse beyond the Celestial Profound Realm. As long as he did not confront the Blood Wolf King directly, it would still be easy to leave safely.
So, Jiang Feng as a whole was in a relaxed state.
Soon, ten days passed.
Jiang Feng’s Fortune Points increased at a rate of a little over a hundred each day; Zhenbei Prison was packed to the brim inside and out, three layers deep with people.
Those locked up in this period, apart from the troublemaking refugees and petty thieves taking advantage of chaos, were all either members of the rebel faction or the Demon Sect, or those who made mistakes on the battlefield—deserters or embezzlers.
In short, these people locked up in Zhenbei Prison wouldn’t cause Jiang Feng much trouble even if something happened, so his days were quite stable.
On this day—
The Seventh Prince, who had been sent by the Great Tang Emperor to negotiate with the Turkic King, passed through the South City Gate of Dragon Capital with Xiao Zhan’s troops, heading toward Jingzhou.
The common people crowded at the city gate to bid farewell along the road.
Wealthy merchants and prominent clans donated silver taels, shouting cheers for Xiao Zhan.
"King Xiao, you must slaughter those beasts to the last man!"
"Long live His Majesty!"
"Imperial grace is mighty, the south is saved."
"My whole family was eaten by wolves—please avenge us!"
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Those who had fled north from the south, seeing Xiao Zhan’s troops heading toward Jingzhou, burst into tears one by one.
On their journey fleeing, they had only hoped Xiao Zhan could come to their rescue. Now, finally seeing Xiao Zhan’s army go south gave them hope once more.
"Great Tang is saved."
On the city wall, Uncle Huo spoke excitedly.
He had come out of Zhenbei Prison with Jiang Feng. It was Jiang Feng who brought him up to the South City Tower to watch Xiao Zhan’s army moving toward the south like an endless giant dragon.
"Did the negotiations succeed?"
"What price did the Emperor of the Great Tang pay to persuade the Turkic King to withdraw his troops and return to his city?"
Looking at that vast army, Jiang Feng wondered inwardly.
He hadn’t found Xiao Zhan among the soldiers passing by, and he could tell that these troops marching south through the South City Gate weren’t elite units stationed at the northern national gate.
Instead, they looked like a newly assembled force that had just been incorporated under Xiao Zhan’s command.
They passed through the South City Gate as if just for the people to see.
And indeed, that was the case.
The negotiations had succeeded.
Xiao Zhan’s army was already heading straight for Jingzhou City.
The troops passing through Dragon Capital from the South City Gate were newly recruited along the way from the north, only just formed.
But no matter what—
The negotiations had already succeeded.
With Xiao Zhan in Jingzhou, perhaps it could be held.
"Your Highness!"
"Seventh Prince!"
"Long life to Your Highness!"
Suddenly—
The crowd below the city wall began to stir.
Jiang Feng saw their gazes all converge on a white-robed general in the troops.
The man had a heroic bearing, riding a tall steed at the center of the formation, surrounded by men each radiating vigor—every one of them seemed to be an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist.
Hearing the cheers from the crowd—
The white-robed general nodded slightly, clasped his fists and cupped his hands in salute, then continued riding forward, even quickening his pace.
"Long life to Your Highness!"
"The Seventh Prince actually didn’t return to the city, but is going to Jingzhou to fight side by side with King Xiao!"
"Your Highness is of noble birth, yet chooses not luxury in the Imperial City, but risk on the southern front. With such Princes, the people of Great Tang have nothing to fear!"
"Take care, Your Highness!"
"Your Highness, we await your return!"
Among the people, several loud-voiced individuals shouted above the crowd, setting off a wave of echoes.
"Long life to Your Highness!"
The crowd erupted, many weeping uncontrollably.
Standing atop the city tower, Jiang Feng saw everything from afar with crystal clarity.
That white-robed general was actually the Seventh Prince.
As the saying goes, a tiger father breeds no weak son.
Recalling the Second Prince’s wild, blood-red Primordial Power, charging recklessly among Innate Powerhouses, fearing neither that one-eyed elder nor anyone, and even able to call on the Six-armed Divine Emperor of the Divine Sect to help retake Nanfu City—
This Seventh Prince whom he’d never met, Jiang Feng had always been wary of him in his heart.
Now, seeing him with his own eyes—
Though he couldn’t sense the exact depth of the man’s strength from afar, that inborn imperial aura radiating outward—even Jiang Feng could feel it faintly.
He was deeply amazed.
This Seventh Prince’s martial arts talent might not be inferior to the Second Prince.
What’s more, he too was surrounded by powerful men.
That old Daoist he’d met once before in the black market—who entrusted him with the cowhide scroll—was also among the crowd.