Chapter 307 - 183: Innate Ruyi, Perfection (Part 2)
Even with the Innate Ruyi Realm, he still couldn’t fly.
But the Sword Immortal inside the Imperial City could transform into a streak of rainbow and head south—could it be the magical treasure’s aid, or was their strength already beyond Innate?
Jiang Feng thought it over carefully and felt the former was more likely.
Because when the figure flashed overhead, Jiang Feng was shocked, but didn’t think the other could easily take his life.
Now possessing the Ruyi Realm of cultivation.
Thinking back, Jiang Feng felt that faced with that rainbow figure, perhaps he could even put up a fight.
Of course, he couldn’t run risks recklessly just to test the opponent’s power.
"My cultivation has broken through again. The cultivation technique on the cowhide scroll—I should be able to read all of it now."
Jiang Feng took out the cowhide scroll once more.
He was full of expectations about the cultivation technique on the cowhide scroll. He had always known the technique was translated from Demon Slaying Skill and Five Poison Grass, but what sort of technique it was, he was still in the dark.
He had investigated.
But the information he’d managed to collect contained only the phrase: "Beyond Celestial Extreme."
Jiang Feng opened the cowhide scroll and began reading seriously again.
Last time, only the latter half of the cowhide scroll couldn’t be seen; trying to view that half, his vision would blur, no matter how much he focused, he still couldn’t make out the latter content.
Even reading it backward, he couldn’t catch the key information.
Now, with a breakthrough in cultivation, Jiang Feng had a feeling he could record this strange cultivation technique into his panel.
The cowhide scroll unfurled.
"Mm?"
Jiang Feng frowned.
Unlike before, as he gazed at the cowhide scroll, the words seemed truly alive, almost moving, and even a swirl of black mist appeared before his eyes.
Just like when he had looked at the Three-legged Body Technique, seeing golden footprints on the page.
Jiang Feng stared at that black mist, trying to discern something, but suddenly, the mist retreated back into the scroll.
The writing above also settled down.
But the arrangement seemed to have been reorganized.
Jiang Feng clearly remembered—he had long ago memorized the earlier passages.
But what he saw now seemed almost like another cultivation technique?
Or, maybe what he had originally remembered was just a blinding technique, not true technique content at all, and now the regrouped writing formed a genuinely "Beyond Celestial Extreme" technique.
"This..."
Jiang Feng was startled by the thought.
He then studied carefully, afraid to miss even a word or a single punctuation mark.
So, for over three thousand words, Jiang Feng read all morning.
He closed his eyes and shut the scroll, quietly sensing the technique content before checking his panel’s information.
Name: Jiang Feng
Fortune: 233
Cultivation Technique: Tai Chi Longevity Skill (Great Perfection) Yangchun Technique (Beginner+)
"Finally included in the panel."
"How could this be a technique translated from Demon Slaying Skill and Five Poison Grass? Maybe the Seventh Prince’s people didn’t know and mistakenly thought it was a Demon Sect technique!"
"Or maybe it wasn’t translated word by word, but was inscribed personally on the cowhide scroll by a powerful cultivator."
"This plain cowhide scroll is exceptional only because of this technique."
"The person who left the Yangchun Technique on the scroll must be a being far beyond Innate Perfection."
Jiang Feng was overjoyed, feeling he had struck it rich.
He had originally thought the technique translated from Five Poison Grass and Demon Slaying Skill would be some Demon God Technique, with potent side effects.
But now, according to the introduction to Yangchun Technique, it wasn’t a Demon Sect technique at all, but a genuine cultivation technique for immortals.
The cultivation technique’s methods unfold steadily over time, all about one word: Stability.
It’s not a quick-success technique.
The cultivation proceeds slowly, just like Tai Chi Longevity Skill; but once accomplished, its power would be unimaginable.
"Yangchun Technique—need to make time to investigate its true origin. Maybe I can use it to find a true Immortal Sect."
Jiang Feng knew in his heart.
Neither Yun Gui Sect nor Divine Sect were true Immortal Sects.
A genuine Immortal Sect wasn’t something you just stumbled upon.
"Now that my strength has increased and I’ve cultivated an immortal’s technique, where in the world can’t I go?"
"Let’s return to the Dragon Capital first."
"Find a chance to train the Yangchun Technique to entry-level and see how things change."
Jiang Feng was in excellent spirits.
He rose and walked out of the woods, heading toward the Dragon Capital.
...
Zhenbei Prison.
"Commander Jiang went out?"
"Yes, Lord Commander said he’s only gone for a bit—at most a day or two, he’ll be back."
Han Dong had sent Han Tieshan to the Imperial City for rehabilitation, then came to Zhenbei Prison.
But she didn’t spot Jiang Feng, and upon asking found out, Jiang Feng had gone out.
"Okay, you may go now!"
Han Dong dismissed Officer Zhao, then walked into Jiang Feng’s office alone.
The office was tidy—one small round table, a tripod holding a tea kettle. Han Dong knew Jiang Feng liked tea; whenever he was free, he’d make a pot and drink slowly.
"Lord Commander, Director Han is back, and she’s looking for you."
At that moment—
Officer Zhao’s voice sounded outside.
"She seems to be in your office."
Officer Zhao added.
"All right, I got it."
Jiang Feng quickened his pace toward the office, seeing Han Dong sitting there flipping through the personnel transfer list. When she saw him return, she put down the list and smiled at him.
"Sister Dong, how’s uncle’s health?"
Jiang Feng took the initiative to ask.
"It’s nothing serious. He’s recuperating in the Imperial City, should be fully recovered in half a year. I heard from Officer Zhao that you left town on business. What have you been up to?"
Han Dong feigned nonchalance as she asked.
"Nothing much, just went out to sell the two houses in Willow Alley and Chaoyang Alley. Lots of people coming to the Dragon Capital these days—houses sell fast."
Jiang Feng replied with a smile.
On his way back, he’d stopped to sell off the two houses.
Took less than half an hour.
At present, he was still carrying the receipts.
"Did you leave the city?"
Han Dong glanced at the receipts.
"Nope?"
"What about during the Zhenbei Prison lockdown?"
"I wasn’t in the Dragon Capital at the time, but I left before the prison was sealed off. Sister Dong, why do you ask?"
Jiang Feng knit his brows.
"Nothing, I was just curious. Didn’t you only take a month off? But Uncle Huo said you were gone a lot longer before coming back."
Han Dong laughed.
"On my way back, I heard from a caravan leaving Dragon Capital that Zhenbei Prison was locked down. After years staying here, I thought I’d take the chance to travel a bit—who’d have guessed so much would happen in just one year."
Jiang Feng sighed.
"Yeah—a bit over a year, and the south fell, Jingzhou is on the brink."
Han Dong sighed along.
"Didn’t Jingzhou hold out? Recently, the Holy Emperor was delighted—rumors all over Dragon Capital that King Xiao and his mighty army beat back the Blood Wolf Pack."
Jiang Feng asked in return.
"The Blood Wolves returned. Jingzhou may fall in the next few days."
Han Dong shook her head.
"What?"
Jiang Feng’s jaw dropped.
"Have you been to White Tiger Mountain?"
Han Dong asked.
"Yeah, you took me there, didn’t you!"
Jiang Feng replied at random.
But inside, he was surprised.
Had he not just broken through in cultivation and reached Perfection in perception, Han Dong’s casual question would’ve nearly tripped him up.
Han Dong looked at Jiang Feng’s eyes for a moment.
Then she patted Jiang Feng’s shoulder, saying, "Jingzhou’s fine—I was messing with you. If it weren’t, how could I have come back?"
"Sister Dong, since when did you learn to lie?"
Jiang Feng couldn’t help but laugh and cry.
But inwardly, he understood—Han Dong had probably returned to White Tiger Mountain, maybe found traces there. So she’d baited him with the story of Jingzhou’s fall, then hit him with a sudden question to make him slip up.
Too bad.
Ruyi Realm, Perfection in perception—at the crucial moment Jiang Feng sensed the danger and patched his answer.
"Director Han, the Demon Suppression Bureau is here—they brought a White Ape and said it’s to be handed over to you."
Officer Zhao suddenly came to report.
"That fellow’s stuck to me now."
Han Dong rubbed her forehead.
She said to Jiang Feng, "Come out with me for a bit. I brought a White Ape back from Jingzhou, transferred to me by the Second Prince, and now it seems totally attached to me."