Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement

The silver taels earned from hunting were not considered great wealth by the villagers, but they were enough for a comfortable life. Even though Jiang Feng was not as impressive as the Zhang Family’s Three Brothers, he was still a diligent man.

Some unmarried girls in the village had matchmakers arranging introductions for Jiang Feng.

The widow next door, Widow Liu, often had her young son bring Jiang Feng food.

Since then, the game Jiang Feng caught became scarcer, and he often returned empty-handed.

Occasionally, when he managed to catch small game, he would eat it himself, gradually gaining a strong smell of alcohol. Widow Liu and the matchmakers also lost interest in Jiang Feng.

In two months’ time, Jiang Feng became invisible within the village.

On this day, the village entrance was bustling.

People from the south, fleeing hardship, gathered in a large circle, discussing the situation in the south.

"King Xiao is invincible, forcing the Blood Wolf Pack back into the Forbidden Forest."

"I heard that of the three Blood Wolf Kings, King Xiao killed two, and the remaining one is nowhere to be found."

"The wolves are gone, and the Rebel Faction is no more. We can return home."

"In a few days, King Xiao will return to court with his army. Let’s meet him at the city gates."

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It had been two months since Han Dong learned of Jiang Feng’s death.

The Wolf Slaughter Army was unstoppable, finally driving the Blood Wolf Pack back to the deep Forbidden Forest with the assistance of the Yun Gui Sect and the help of experts from the Imperial City.

Two of the three Blood Wolf Kings died in the battle.

The remaining one is nowhere to be found.

The three blood moons that hovered on the horizon have also disappeared.

A large number of refugees from the south are planning to return to their homeland.

Jiang Feng’s face was stubbled.

Lying on the lounge chair he made from rattan, he thought silently, "Sister Dong, are you coming back?"

As dusk fell.

Jiang Feng passed the village entrance with a bow and arrows on his back, heading toward Laojun Mountain, while villagers mistakenly ignored him amid their discussions about the situation in the south.

Night enveloped the land.

Jiang Feng’s shadow appeared in Dragon Capital.

He chose to hide in Hippo Village as a hunter, just so he could explore Dragon Capital at night and observe Zhenbei Prison’s movements.

Of course, he only watched from a distance.

He dared not approach rashly.

Now, Zhenbei Prison’s vice commander was the former Chief Huang from the Dragon Capital Government Office. Because of Yang Qi’s case, he was promoted from constable to Chief Constable and later demoted back to ordinary constable due to Yuan Tiangang’s case.

Currently, thanks to influential connections, he was promoted from constable to Vice Commander of the Prison.

Unlike Jiang Feng, who stayed in Zhenbei Prison all day, Chief Huang clearly didn’t have this habit. He, like Cao Zhengyang, moved into the Commander’s Mansion on the first day.

Jiang Feng kept an eye on him.

Although Chief Huang’s cultivation was not high.

As the vice commander of the prison, he would still be more likely to notice if any anomalies occurred inside.

A month and a half ago, Chief Huang would return to the Commander’s Mansion after finishing his duties, indulging in feasts with friends at home or at the Sun and Moon Building.

But in the past half-month, Jiang Feng noticed that Chief Huang seldom left Zhenbei Prison.

The warhorse provided by the Court had been kept in Zhenbei Prison’s stable all this time.

Moreover, the Power of Heaven and Earth around Zhenbei Prison showed abnormal fluctuations. Jiang Feng felt that perhaps the spiritual power emanating from the Underground Palace had become quite noticeable, even for someone like Chief Huang.

Although neither Postnatal nor Innate Martial Artists could absorb spiritual power directly, being bathed in it would still make them feel refreshed, unconsciously increasing their qi blood.

If Chief Huang’s aura showed a significant change, it would confirm his suspicion.

Late at night.

Seeing the horses in the stable sleeping soundly, Jiang Feng realized Chief Huang probably wouldn’t leave tonight, so he decided to return to Hippo Village and check again the next night.

"It’s coming out."

Just as Jiang Feng was about to leave, he noticed a figure emerging from Zhenbei Prison. It was none other than Chief Huang.

"Ah!"

Coming out of the prison.

Chief Huang raised his hands and shouted toward the night sky.

It seemed that after being cooped up for days, he couldn’t take it, and just needed to move around.

"That sound... has his qi blood really strengthened considerably?"

Jiang Feng exclaimed in surprise.

He knew that Chief Huang initially only possessed a Seventh Grade Realm strength, then became a Middle Third Grade Martial Artist after obtaining a Primordial Energy Pill due to Yang Qi’s case.

He was demoted to an ordinary constable because of Yuan Tiangang, and Jiang Feng kept a close watch on his cultivation level. However, the recent shout was filled with the qi and blood power of an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist.

This was vastly different from before.

Could it be that he had a remarkable encounter within the prison?

After shouting, he ordered his attendants to bring out his horse from the stable, then rode toward the Sun and Moon Building.

Jiang Feng followed him.

Upon entering the Sun and Moon Building, Chief Huang and the courtesan unlocked various positions on the bed. As Jiang Feng passed by the door, he confirmed Chief Huang’s strength had greatly improved.

His perception power swept through.

Feeling a chill on his back, Chief Huang paid it no attention, continuing with the courtesan.

"Spiritual power."

"Ah, this guy..."

Jiang Feng shook his head and sighed before quickly leaving, as if he had never been there.

As he had guessed, Chief Huang’s power growth was due to spiritual power.

However, neither Innate nor Postnatal Martial Artists can directly harness spiritual power.

Not even Jiang Feng.

The spiritual armor he now possessed was actually pseudo-spiritual power; his true essence had not fully transformed into spiritual power.