Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement

Once he successfully transforms.

He will be a qualified cultivator.

But before that.

The spiritual power from the outside world enters his body, and he can’t digest it, which could even leave behind a powerful hidden danger.

Moreover, Chief Huang absorbed spiritual power, and although his strength surged in a short period, it was only an illusion. Once the spiritual power backfired, Chief Huang would die in pain.

And according to the current situation, Jiang Feng knew that this day was definitely not far off.

He left the Sun and Moon Building, intending to head out of the city back to Hippo Village.

Suddenly he saw the silhouette of Black Iron Mountain.

Thinking of Xiao Zhan on his way back to report victory, if Han Dong heard news of his death, he should come back to see him as soon as possible after the victory.

Jiang Feng silently made his way to Black Iron Mountain.

He glanced at his own grave.

In just a few months, the mound was already covered with grass.

Several wine jugs had appeared in front of the grave.

They were the usual wine jugs for yellow rice wine, and Jiang Feng seemed to see Uncle Huo bringing yellow rice wine, grabbing a handful of peanuts, and sitting on his grave cursing the heavens.

He did not see Han Dong.

He probably didn’t return to the city.

Of course, maybe she doesn’t care about him at all.

Jiang Feng told himself not to overthink, but just as he was about to leave, a shadow from afar came swooping down toward Black Iron Mountain.

It was a hunting falcon.

"Sister Dong!"

Jiang Feng saw Han Dong on the falcon’s back.

"Swoosh!"

The falcon, with a wingspan of more than ten meters, hovered above Jiang Feng’s grave.

Han Dong leaped down from the falcon’s back.

The falcon spread its wings and flew toward the mountaintop, circling once before heading south.

"Sister Dong came back first by herself on Liu Yun’s falcon."

Jiang Feng felt a complex mix of emotions.

Han Dong couldn’t spot Jiang Feng.

She looked at the name on the tombstone.

Vice Commander of Zhenbei Prison Jiang Feng!

She felt a blockage in her chest.

Wishing she didn’t have the Upper Three Grades cultivation, so she couldn’t see these words in the night.

"Jiang Feng, come out for me!"

Han Dong shouted.

Then she looked around.

Angrily, she said, "Come out, you can deceive others but not me!"

"Sister Dong."

Jiang Feng was startled, about to step out.

"She’s bluffing me."

But then he realized, with his current strength, even Xiao Zhan couldn’t detect him, let alone Han Dong.

"Jiang Feng!"

Han Dong roared.

Only her echo answered her on Black Iron Mountain.

Her gaze returned to the grave.

"Even if you’re dead, I’ll dig you up to find out the truth!"

Han Dong took out a small knife.

She circled around the grave, inspecting it closely.

After a few months, new grass had grown on the grave.

Also, being a new grave, any traces of disturbance had long disappeared.

Han Dong inserted the knife into the grave, trying to dig up the soil, but after trying a few times, she stopped and put the soil back where it had been disturbed.

"How could you die from losing control of your cultivation?"

"And why did you die in Zhenbei Prison?"

"Whether sooner or later, why did you wait until I went south to die?"

Han Dong became increasingly angry, punching Jiang Feng’s grave, her fist sinking into the soil.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it."

The next moment, her face was full of guilt, as if caressing Jiang Feng’s face, she repaired the grave.

"I’ve heard from Uncle Huo that you often went with him to the tavern to drink, each time having yellow rice wine, a plate of peanuts, half a pound of pork head, two pounds of salted tofu, it was a deity’s life."

"I will come often to drink with you."

Han Dong smiled, seeing the wine jugs in front of the grave.

Then she glanced at the forest of Black Iron Mountain, saying, "I will investigate clearly. If you truly died from losing control of your cultivation, I will take care of your grave. If you aren’t dead, or if it’s..."

Han Dong tightened her fist.

Her eyes reddened, she said, "I don’t want you to be dead!"

After saying this, Han Dong ran toward the foot of the mountain.

This time heading south to slaughter wolves, her power increased dramatically, possibly due to some serendipitous encounter. She unexpectedly became a First Grade Qi Refining Realm strong practitioner.

She was swift.

Soon she disappeared from Jiang Feng’s sight.

After she left.

Jiang Feng came to his grave with a heavy heart.

Looking at the fist marks Han Dong left on the grave, which had been smoothed out, he didn’t know how to explain it to Han Dong.

Maybe it’s best to keep it this way.

Time might help them forget each other.

Jiang Feng returned to Hippo Village.

The next day, Han Dong arrived at Zhenbei Prison.

"Director Han!"

Everyone saluted upon seeing Han Dong.

"I’m no longer the prison director; I want to look at Jiang Feng’s former quarters."

Han Dong wanted to verify if Jiang Feng truly died from losing control of his cultivation.

"No matter what, you are always our Lord Director of the Prison in our hearts."

Officer Zhao and two others came forward to greet her.

Han Dong nodded appreciatively, saying, "On the day Jiang Feng lost control of his cultivation, who among you was present? Call them over to meet me at Jiang Feng’s former quarters."

Han Dong wanted to ask each person clearly.

Saying this, she headed to Jiang Feng’s former quarters.

"This... report to General Han, Commander Jiang’s former quarters, Commander Huang is currently residing there."

Officer Zhao said with some reluctance.

"Commander Huang has been cultivating in the room lately; let me report to him first."

Chief Duan said with embarrassment; after all, Chief Huang was their superior now.

"Commander Huang seems to be full of enthusiasm, saying he also wants to enter seclusion and cultivate."

Officer Yang said apologetically.

Han Dong directly barged in; Chief Huang dared not trouble Han Dong but could trouble them.

"Seclusion?"

Han Dong frowned even deeper.

It’s said that living people moving into rooms occupied by the dead bear some taboos, especially when the deceased died in the room due to cultivation mishaps. Why was Chief Huang emulating Jiang Feng, entering seclusion in the same room?

It all sounded problematic.

"General Han, Commander Huang’s temperament has been quite eccentric lately; please bear with us. I was on guard the day Commander Jiang lost control; if you want to know anything, just ask me directly."

Officer Zhao said with difficulty.

Clearly, he didn’t want Han Dong to disturb Chief Huang.

"Alright, I’ll first ask you some things, and I’ll find Commander Huang after he finishes cultivating."

Han Dong understood the difficulties of the three and could sympathize.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a cry of agony came from the direction of Jiang Feng’s former quarters.

"It sounds like Commander Huang’s voice."

Chief Duan exclaimed.

"Quick, go check it out."

Officer Zhao hurried over.

Last time, hearing Jiang Feng’s scream, he dared not enter, and the following days were anxious. Fortunately, Bao Longwei didn’t trouble him too much. If something happened to Chief Huang, this time he couldn’t explain it away easily.