Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 138 - 125: Divine Arrow’s Great Perfection—Kill, Kill, Kill!
"I’m thinking about how to get Sister Dong back to the Dragon Capital."
Jiang Feng said.
He closed the panel and focused his attention on Han Dong.
"You’ve already done more than enough for me. I don’t want to drag you into this any further, you understand?"
Han Dong said.
She felt Jiang Feng had already done plenty for her.
"Sister Dong, don’t worry. I have a way to get you back."
Jiang Feng smiled.
At this point, abandoning Han Dong made no sense at all. Only after she returned to the Dragon Capital and clarified things with everyone could he truly be uninvolved.
Of course, those three relentless First Grade Qi Refining Realm experts had to be dealt with too.
Jiang Feng was pondering how to get rid of them.
Their sudden appearance left him restless and sleepless.
Especially now that they knew his true strength.
"It’s useless. Even if your archery is superb, once you’re out of arrows, you can’t do anything to them. Let alone take me away."
Han Dong shook her head.
She glanced at the quiver—there were fewer than ten arrows left.
Jiang Feng had used quite a few to kill those twenty-something rebel faction members earlier. Just now, using arrows to force back the three, not running out was already quite an achievement.
"Yeah! I’m almost out of arrows."
Reminded by Han Dong, Jiang Feng started to feel uneasy too.
"This is the Demon Slaying Skill’s black pattern imprint, and a sample of Five Poison Grass. Take them both! With your cultivation and talent, as long as you find a safe place and use the right methods, in just a few years you can fully decipher the cultivation technique."
Han Dong handed Jiang Feng a piece of cowhide paper inscribed with the Demon Slaying Skill’s black pattern, and a handwritten copy of the Five Poison Grass manual.
"Sister Dong... this..."
Jiang Feng stared at the two items in his hand, somewhat dazed.
A cultivation technique that surpassed the Celestial Extreme—how could he not be tempted?
If only he could decipher the technique and use Fortune Points to assist, even if no one else could cultivate it, he could.
"Dong’Er!"
"Jiang Feng!"
Suddenly, from the edges of the forest, Xiao Ran’s voice rang out.
He’d caught up again.
"Put them away, quick."
Han Dong urged anxiously.
"Sister Dong, you’d better hold on to them for now."
Jiang Feng hesitated, then handed the cowhide and the Five Poison Grass sample back to Han Dong. He realized things weren’t settled yet, and there was no telling what would happen next. For now, it was best not to take unnecessary risk.
Besides, Han Dong had just said deciphering the cultivation technique would take years.
Having it now would just create needless danger.
"You..."
Han Dong sighed helplessly.
She’d hoped Jiang Feng would take these things and leave her behind, but with Xiao Ran catching up, Jiang Feng wouldn’t find it easy to leave either.
"Dong’Er!"
Xiao Ran charged in from outside.
Soon, he saw Han Dong waving at him, and his face lit up with delight as he hurried over on horseback.
"Dong’Er, are you alright?"
Xiao Ran said excitedly.
"I’m fine. You’re just in time—let’s figure out a way to shake off those three and get back to the Dragon Capital safely."
Han Dong said.
"I’ve got an idea—I’ll take you away first and let Jiang Feng stay behind to hold them off with his archery."
Xiao Ran said with hostility.
Jiang Feng’s archery skill was far too impressive, hardly what you’d expect from a Little Prison Chief. If he kept staying with Han Dong, they’d get in trouble sooner or later.
"That’s hardly a real solution."
Han Dong said, speechless.
"Near the little hill, those twenty rebel faction members—you killed them, right?"
Xiao Ran didn’t care, pressing Jiang Feng aggressively.
"Yes. I did it to save Sister Dong!"
Jiang Feng knew there was no hiding it.
"Hmph, just a Little Prison Chief—how could you have such strength? Tell the truth! What were you really doing in Zhenbei Prison?"
Xiao Ran demanded.
He sensed danger building. Jiang Feng couldn’t be allowed near Han Dong any longer.
"What are you up to?"
Han Dong stepped between the two.
"I think he has ulterior motives—hidden intentions he won’t admit."
Xiao Ran gritted his teeth. The more Han Dong defended Jiang Feng, the angrier he grew.
"You’re the one with ulterior motives. Maybe you should look at who you brought along!"
Jiang Feng saw that the three masked men he’d worked so hard to shake off had now appeared at three directions, using thickets and bushes to approach, boxing them in completely.
Shaking them off and escaping with Han Dong now looked impossible.
