Chapter 324 - 189: Spiritual Power, Yangchun Technique Breakthrough
Three days later.
Jiang Feng was at the prison gate, bidding farewell to Liu Yun.
"Commander Jiang, you are cautious and strict with discipline. I’ve witnessed that deeply these past few days. When I return from the south, let’s drink and laugh together."
Liu Yun carried her bundle on her back.
Her mount, the hunting falcon, was circling high above the prison.
With Bao Longwei’s arrangements and her own resolve, she, like Han Dong, was transferred south to support Xiao Zhan against the Blood Wolf Pack.
But her status remained that of Zhenbei Prison’s Grand Commander.
"I, your subordinate, respectfully await Commander Liu’s triumphant return."
Jiang Feng cupped his fists to see her off.
Soon after, he saw the hunting falcon dive down. Liu Yun tapped the rooftop lightly, borrowing force before landing gracefully on the falcon’s back. She waved gently at him, the wings spread, gales swept forth, and a few prison guards beside Jiang Feng were knocked off their feet.
Liu Yun looked deeply at Jiang Feng, then disappeared into Dragon Capital’s sky atop her falcon, heading south.
"May this farewell be forever,"
Jiang Feng thought to himself.
Liu Yun was a Beast Master, proud and fearless of trouble. Jiang Feng couldn’t afford to provoke such a person.
Watching her vanish, Jiang Feng checked his Fortune Points.
Fortune: 179937
"Gained more than ten thousand this time—she’s truly a trouble magnet."
Jiang Feng felt both pleased and anxious.
With Liu Yun gone, Jiang Feng once again became the "number one authority" of Zhenbei Prison, and order returned to normal.
He no longer had to live each day on edge.
Every day, he earned about a hundred Fortune Points. Not much, but life was steady and reassuring.
On the night two days later, Jiang Feng took advantage of others’ inattention to slip out of Zhenbei Prison, heading to the forest beyond the city. He crossed the river to the little mountain on the other side, Red-haired Baboon territory.
Liu Yun and the Demon Suppression Bureau had swept through the area, hunting for the White Ape’s offspring, overturning the entire forest. Jiang Feng worried about those three little monkeys’ fate.
However, he kept an eye on the Demon Suppression Bureau’s movements. So far, he hadn’t heard of them catching any White Ape offspring.
Still uneasy, he came to check it out himself.
He leapt across the rushing river and entered the little mountain.
With his Perception Power at Perfection Realm, Jiang Feng quickly found the Red-haired Baboons hiding in the mountain. At first, he didn’t disturb them, wanting to see how they were taking care of the three little monkeys.
However, after lurking and observing for over half an hour, not a sign of the monkeys appeared. Jiang Feng was startled.
He burst out and used the Power of Heaven and Earth to lock the over-two-meter-tall Red-haired Baboon, interrogating it: "Where are the three little monkeys I left in your care?"
"Eek eek, gu gu gu!"
Over a dozen Red-haired Baboons were scared out of their wits by Jiang Feng.
Especially the two-meter-tall one—seeing Jiang Feng could "imprison" it from a distance, its hair stood on end, shrieking nonstop.
Jiang Feng didn’t understand a word of Beast Language.
Thinking of how Beast Masters could control demon birds with Soul Power, and since after reaching the Ruyi Realm a group of Soul Power had sprouted in his mind, he tried to channel his soul into the baboon’s body, attempting to sense its thoughts.
Who knew—
The moment his Soul Power entered the Red-haired Baboon, Jiang Feng felt a stabbing pain in his head, like needles piercing, and hurriedly pulled his soul back.
"This is bad. I’m not a Beast Master—I have no clue how to control demon beasts with Soul Power. Forcing my soul in will only backfire."
Jiang Feng realized the problem.
Gritting his teeth, he asked, "I know you’ve awakened some intelligence. Tell me truthfully—did you kill those three little monkeys?"
Half an hour later.
After a pantomime-filled exchange,
Jiang Feng finally pieced things together.
Turns out, the day after he’d handed over the three little monkeys to the Red-haired Baboon, Wu Weiwei tracked them down with the Little Black Tiger and snatched the monkeys from the baboon’s hands.
How was he sure it was Wu Weiwei?
First, the characteristic body technique.
The Red-haired Baboon kept slapping its feet. After puzzling over it a while, Jiang Feng performed the Three-legged Body Technique right in front of it. When golden light shone at his feet, the baboon became extremely agitated, hooting in excitement and nodding furiously at Jiang Feng.
Second, the other party had used the Power of Heaven and Earth to knock the Red-haired Baboon over from a distance. Plus, there had been a Little Black Tiger at her side.
With these three clues, the only person Jiang Feng could think of was Wu Weiwei.
He vaguely remembered that, when passing Tiger Fang Manor, he’d seen Wu Weiwei with a Little Black Tiger following Han Dong’s group.
Confirming that it was Wu Weiwei who took the three little monkeys,
Jiang Feng left the little mountain, vaulted the river, and came near Tiger Fang Manor.
He didn’t dare get too close.
Nowadays, Tiger Fang Manor belonged to the Demon-Suppressing Martial Arts Hall.
Rumor had it that the old Hall Master of Demon-Suppressing Martial Arts Hall was the sworn brother of the Emperor of the Great Tang. Some even claimed the current emperor’s throne was only secure thanks to the old Hall Master.
No matter if the rumors were true or not,
The Demon-Suppressing Martial Arts Hall had become the number one martial arts hall in Great Tang. Wu Weiwei and the Second Prince had grown up together there. Any way you looked at it, the Hall was far from ordinary.
So Jiang Feng moved forward cautiously, restraining his aura and approaching slowly.
It was now the dead of night.
Normally, the countryside would be filled with insects and birds, but around Tiger Fang Manor, it was remarkably quiet. With his Perfection Realm perception, Jiang Feng sensed carefully and discovered a Great Demon hidden inside the Manor. It seemed to be sleeping, but the aura it unconsciously emitted suppressed all the nearby creatures.
It was like a natural, racial pressure—
Like commoners before a Prince; even without a show of temper, their legs would tremble in fear.