Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement

"I’m fine."

Han Dong shook her head, lost in thought.

"Prison Doctor Zhang and Prison Doctor Wang, quickly bandage General Han."

Chief Duan shouted.

"Yes!"

Prison Doctor Wang applied ointment to the wound on Han Dong’s palm and then wrapped it with gauze.

Han Dong seemed oblivious, placing her hand on the table, allowing Prison Doctors Zhang and Wang to treat it as her mind wandered with thoughts.

"What is that power?"

"My whole body’s Primordial Power can’t resist it."

"Could it be that Jiang Feng and Chief Huang were both killed by this power?"

"A moment ago, I felt my Qi Blood strengthen significantly. Is it that power at play?"

The more Han Dong pondered, the deeper her frown became.

"The chief has arrived!"

A few moments later, Officer Yang invited Bao Longwei over.

Upon learning that Chief Huang, like Jiang Feng, was driven mad and died in the same room, Bao Longwei’s head spun.

"How could this happen again?"

"From now on, no one is allowed to cultivate in seclusion within the prison!"

Bao Longwei shouted with frustration.

"My lord, I might know the cause of death for Commander Jiang and Commander Huang."

Han Dong said.

"Oh, tell me quickly. Is your hand okay?"

Bao Longwei seemed to have found a lifeline.

"First, feel if there’s an unusual aura in the courtyard."

Han Dong suggested.

Bao Longwei immediately followed Han Dong’s instruction to sense the abnormal fluctuations around. He knew Han Dong wouldn’t deceive him.

"Hmm? What’s this power?"

"It’s emerging from the Underground Palace!"

With Han Dong’s direction, after careful inspection, Bao Longwei’s expression changed dramatically.

"My lord, this peculiar power can make one’s Qi Blood and Primordial Power stronger and more ferocious, but it’s not easily controllable. I think Commander Huang might have discovered this power and absorbed too much at once, which resulted in his death."

Han Dong deduced.

"Let me try and see how domineering this power is."

Bao Longwei attempted to pull with Primordial Power.

A moment later, a wound also appeared on his palm.

Alarmed, he said, "What kind of power is this? Even a little bit enhances my power several times. Guard this place; I have to report to the Holy Emperor at once in the Imperial City."

"Yes!"

Bao Longwei left.

Han Dong stayed behind to watch over the courtyard, asking Officer Zhao about Jiang Feng’s detailed condition before his death.

After confirming that Jiang Feng’s death was not too tragic, Han Dong felt somewhat relieved, secretly thinking, "Did you really die because of this strange power?"

"I want to see Jiang Feng’s transcription of the Heaven-Stealing Creation Insights."

Han Dong said.

"The insights were burned by Lord Bao. He was afraid someone would follow Commander Jiang’s path."

Officer Yang replied.

Han Dong found it impossible; he could only find time to visit the Academy to look through the Heaven-Stealing Creation Insights himself.

A few hours later.

Bao Longwei returned from the Imperial City with the Innate Powerhouse Kui Han and also Han Tieshan, who had been recuperating in the Imperial City recently.

Furthermore, a Snowy Owl appeared in the sky above Zhenbei Prison.

From the Snowy Owl, a person descended from hundreds of meters high, expected to plummet further, but his feet sunk into the ground instead.

Unexpectedly, as he was about to land, a talisman beneath his feet exploded, as if a transparent force pulled him, allowing him to land gently.

"Greetings, Immortal Master!"

It was a middle-aged man in white.

Seeing him, Kui Han and Han Tieshan respectfully saluted.

Bao Longwei and Han Dong and others all bowed their heads, not daring to look directly at him.

"Spiritual Power."

"It’s Spiritual Power fluctuation."

"The underground is about to be unsealed."

As soon as the middle-aged man in white descended, he sensed the fluctuation of Spiritual Power and instead of shock, he smiled.

"What is Spiritual Power?"

Han Dong frowned.

"Spiritual Power is a strength that only Immortal Masters possess."

Han Tieshan quickly explained.

"Can you check if his death was caused by Spiritual Power?"

Han Dong pointed to Chief Huang in the room.

"I can."

The middle-aged man in white casually gestured, and Chief Huang’s corpse was forcefully pulled by a Power of Heaven and Earth and thrown at the courtyard gate.

"A Postnatal Martial Artist attempting to control Spiritual Power—it was asking for it."

The middle-aged man in white said.

With one sentence, he determined Chief Huang’s cause of death.

Han Dong was shocked all over, thinking of Jiang Feng again. Was Jiang Feng the same?

Considering Jiang Feng’s strength, Han Dong asked, "A Postnatal Martial Artist can’t touch Spiritual Power, but what about Innate?"

"It’s the same, courting death."

The middle-aged man’s tone was cold.

"Dong’Er, there’s nothing for you here, withdraw."

Han Tieshan worried that Han Dong’s questions were too many, disturbing the middle-aged man in white.

Han Dong glanced at Chief Huang’s corpse, then walked away.

"This Immortal Master will train here. You all leave. Without my command, no one is allowed to enter."

The middle-aged man in white ordered.

"Yes!"

Han Tieshan, Bao Longwei, and others obediently left and sealed off this living area, preventing anyone from approaching.

"Boom!"

After Bao Longwei and others left, the middle-aged man in white looked at the stone slabs beneath his feet, smiled slightly, and stomped hard. With a boom, the ground collapsed, revealing a secret chamber below.

Bricks fell inside.

The middle-aged man in white stood at the edge of the pit.

He tossed a talisman into the secret chamber below.

The talisman entered the chamber below, encountering a layer of restriction, conflicting with it. The restriction looked like a totem woven from numerous Dharma Seals, while the talisman weighed a thousand pounds, trying to force the restriction open again.

Poof!

Ultimately, the talisman burned up.

The restriction also gradually faded under the gaze of the middle-aged man, but his expression was grave, never daring to descend lightly.

The Snowy Owl flapped higher above, seemingly showing some fear.

"Dong’Er, where are you going?"