Chapter 436: Chapter 227: Kill Whoever Comes_3

The best way now is to immediately change to a new identity and live in Dragon Capital like a normal person.

"Thousand Faces, transform!"

Jiang Feng silently chanted.

The appearance on his face began to change.

From a young man, he turned into an accountant, and even his aura matched this identity—there was no trace left that resembled Jiang Feng.

Even his cultivation was masked by the Thousand Faces technique.

Unless you’re vastly more powerful than Jiang Feng.

Otherwise, with the help of Yangchun Technique and Thousand Faces, it’s nearly impossible for anyone to tell Jiang Feng is a Sixth-Layer Qi Condensation cultivator.

Jiang Feng then changed into an accountant’s robes.

Only then did he exit the passage and appeared in Shuitang Alley.

The alley was noisy with chatter.

Everyone was talking about immortals descending to earth.

The scene above Chaoyang Alley just now couldn’t be seen from here, but the news of large numbers of immortals appearing in Dragon Capital had already spread everywhere.

At this moment, whether it was street hoodlums, common folk, or nobles, everyone was discussing the incident that just happened.

The commoners worshipped the Celestial Gods.

Upon hearing that immortals were fighting in the skies, they only knelt on the ground, offering reverent prayers toward the heavens.

Jiang Feng joined the crowd in their discussions.

Whenever immortals were mentioned, his face was full of admiration, as if he would love to serve them tea and follow them wherever they went.

Night fell.

Jiang Feng, now as a traveling businessman, checked into an inn and instructed the clerk to keep an eye out for any vacant shops.

He was planning to open a pharmacy.

Inside the guest room, Jiang Feng was enjoying a hot bath.

"Mr. Chu, I’ve come to add more hot water for you."

The inn’s clerk called from the doorway.

"Come in."

"Mr. Chu, after all your journeys, it’s best to soak a little longer. I’ll bring more water for you in a bit."

The clerk was all smiles—Jiang Feng had tipped him upon arrival and also promised another reward if he could help find a suitable shop. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Mm, don’t forget what I asked of you."

Jiang Feng leaned back in the wooden tub, closed his eyes, and spoke.

"No problem, sir. I’ll have something for you within two days."

The clerk bowed and left.

After he left,

Jiang Feng brought up his status panel.

Name: Jiang Feng

Fortune: 3,911,002

Cultivation Technique: Yangchun Technique (Perfection)

Skills: Flame Saber (Mastery+), Wind Control (Mastery+), Five Elements Array (Beginner+), Sword Control Technique (Beginner+), Thousand Faces (Perfection+), Mysterious Nether Spear Technique (Great Success+)

Realm: Qi Condensation (Sixth Layer)

Divine Power: Immortality

Jiang Feng was pleasantly surprised.

After seriously injuring the Saintess, killing a group of Divine Sect disciples, and shaking off those Divine Sect bastards, he had slipped back into Dragon Capital. Soaking in a tiny inn’s hot bath, he had just gained over 3,300,000 Fortune Points.

Just imagine—if he had faced the Saintess the same way he used to, kept fleeing in panic, what kind of disaster he’d have landed in.

No doubt he’d have been quickly surrounded by Divine Sect disciples.

By then, even thinking of fighting back would’ve been too late.

Sometimes, you just have to make your move when the time is right.

Only by fighting back decisively could he solve his problems.

At least he had survived this wave of danger.

The next round of trouble would be when the Divine Sect or the Royal Family tracked him down again.

But now he had a brand new identity, and with the help of Thousand Faces, Jiang Feng believed few people could uncover who he really was.

As long as he could hide well enough, he refused to believe the Divine Sect and Royal Family could find him easily.

In short,

This time, he had really struck it big.

"Three million nine hundred and eleven thousand—just a little over eighty thousand more and my Fortune Points will reach four million. Then I’ll be able to upgrade the Yangchun Technique again."

"Hope I can pull it off before anyone finds out!"

Jiang Feng’s thoughts raced wild.

After all the hard work collecting up to three million nine hundred and eleven thousand Fortune Points, he resolved to save it all up, wait until he reached four million, and use it to advance the Yangchun Technique, strengthening himself further.

"Weird, we’ve chased all this way and haven’t seen a single hint of his tracks."

"It’s said that guy mastered the Three-legged Body Technique to Great Perfection—he’s ridiculously fast."

"No matter how fast he is, he can’t just vanish into thin air."

"He must have found a place to hide."

"Search, dig three feet if you have to—just find him for me."

From within the Imperial City, the Sword Immortals, tracking Jiang Feng, each wore grim expressions.

They thought Jiang Feng had fled toward the Turkic lands.

So they activated Communication Divine Skill, called their fellow disciples, tried to intercept him from both sides, but after meeting up, they all said they’d never seen Jiang Feng.

The next day.

Jiang Feng and the inn clerk went out to look at some shops.

Yesterday, Sword Immortal experts had left the Imperial City to chase him—some kept heading down what they thought was his escape route, while others returned to the Imperial City to report to the Saintess.

"Saintess, is your injury any better?"

The Emperor of the Great Tang, Li Yang, personally came to see the Saintess.

As king of a nation, he stood outside the screen divider.

Beside the screen were two Divine Sect maidservants.

The Saintess was healing behind the screen.

Hearing Li Yang’s voice, she said, "I’m already fine now, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

"Saintess, why didn’t you tell me first yesterday? The murderer of my royal son was hiding in Chaoyang Alley. Had you let me help, he wouldn’t have been able to leave Dragon Capital."

Li Yang sighed.

"Things happened too suddenly yesterday—I never expected to run into him in Chaoyang Alley."

The Saintess explained.

As she recalled the events of yesterday, her face grew sullen. Last time, she failed to stop Jiang Feng outside the Divine Sect Mansion and let Liu Chen die right before her eyes. Now, Jiang Feng had escaped in Dragon Capital again, severely injured her, and slaughtered more than ten Divine Sect disciples.

She had suffered two catastrophic failures in such a short time, each worse than the last.

"That man is extremely sly. Did he say anything to you yesterday?"

Li Yang asked.

He was still worried that Divine Sect would uncover the truth about the Second Prince’s death.

The Saintess said nothing. Jiang Feng’s scene of cursing her viciously flashed in her mind.

"You wretched hag, die already!"

Thinking of it, she almost spat out blood.

"Nothing, Your Majesty. I am tired."

The Saintess didn’t want to think back to yesterday.

"Saintess, please rest well."

Li Yang frowned—a little unable to decipher the Saintess’s reactions.

"Your Majesty, Jiang Feng escaped into the passageway. The missing treasure from the martial school’s vault may be related to him."

Just as Li Yang was about to leave, a Sword Immortal he had sent out came to deliver the report.