Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 147 - 129: The Fluctuations of Human Warmth and Coldness (Part 3)
Realm: First Grade (Qi Refining)
Divine Power: Immortality
Jiang Feng saw that his Fortune Point had increased by more than five thousand.
The words he’d just said finally took effect, making Xiao Ran let down his guard. However, considering how dangerous Xiao Ran was, Jiang Feng knew this was still far from enough. If Xiao Ran’s suspicion was truly gone, his Fortune Point would have risen by more than just five thousand.
Though five thousand was already quite a lot.
But as the Heir of King Zhennan, with a father who’s an Innate Powerhouse, Xiao Ran needed only to tip off the Second Prince for Jiang Feng to be thrown into endless trouble. The main reasons he held back were Han Dong’s involvement and his belief that Jiang Feng would die at the hands of those three First Grade Qi Refining Realm experts.
Now he’d returned safe and sound.
If he couldn’t make Xiao Ran believe he was no threat—especially that he wouldn’t interfere with his relationship with Han Dong—then sooner or later, Xiao Ran would expose him, making him a target for all.
Given his madness for Han Dong,
There was simply nothing he wouldn’t do.
"I still have to keep my distance from Sister Dong. No matter what, I need to make Xiao Ran lose all hostility toward me. Maybe, when he finally drops his guard, my Fortune Point will hit eighty thousand, and I’ll become an Innate Powerhouse in one go."
Jiang Feng speculated inwardly.
"As long as I reach the Innate Realm, I won’t have to fear Xiao Ran’s threats. Even if my identity gets exposed, the Second Prince won’t dare provoke me lightly!"
"In any case, I have to be more cautious in everything."
"Before reaching the Innate Realm, I must make sure the Second Prince doesn’t notice me."
Jiang Feng made up his mind—no matter what, during this stage he had to keep Xiao Ran satisfied and avoid any conflict with him. Even if he could kill him, he’d have to bear it. Once he endured and became Innate, if Xiao Ran still courted death, it wouldn’t be too late to teach him a lesson.
And so, in the eyes of others—
Jiang Feng, who’d been summoned by Han Dong, didn’t return full of joy but became even more meticulous in his work, personally handling everything without making a single mistake.
When it was time for shift handover, Chief Wang and the others welcomed Jiang Feng back. At the banquet table, Jiang Feng kept his mouth shut, not mentioning Han Dong at all, instead taking the initiative to talk about where he’d gone outside the city.
After the drinks and food, Jiang Feng quietly paid the bill.
He went drinking with Chief Wang and the others, partly to avoid any awkwardness and help build cooperative relations at work in the future.
The other part was to show Chief Wang and the others that he hadn’t changed, wasn’t eyeing rewards, and only aimed to do every task well—hinting they should be careful and not cause trouble for him.
The next day.
Jiang Feng returned once more to Zhenbei Prison.
In these two days since his return, Willow Alley was quiet as ever, with nothing unusual happening.
And after Han Dong left the Imperial City, the Four Great Prisons became packed with prisoners. Jiang Feng’s Third Layer alone took in over a hundred just last night, and the number on the First and Second Layers was even greater—countless, really.
Jiang Feng arrived early.
He gathered Chief Wang and the others to check over everything that needed to be done that day, then got busy with a few Little Prison Guards.
Sometimes he helped detain prisoners; other times he helped the Dragon Capital Government Office people bring prisoners out of their cells. There were so many tasks that there was no time to rest. Throughout Zhenbei Prison, on all three layers, there were endless cries for mercy and wails of pain.
"Sit tight inside! Try anything and you’ll taste the whip!"
"How dare you—a mere Captain—speak to me like that! Do you know I was once the Junior Minister of the Ministry of Justice?"
"Heh, looks like you’ve forgotten, my lord. Now you’re just a Rebel Faction spy. It was your own Ministry of Justice that sent you to Zhenbei Prison. My advice? Behave yourself. Whack!"
"Ow! How dare you flog me! Are you tired of living?"
"I’ll flog you again, and again!"
Captain Mao Daming kicked a Rebel Faction spy who used to be the Junior Minister of the Ministry of Justice into the cell. The guy kept whining, so Mao Daming couldn’t help whipping him a few more times on the spot. He knew the ones sent in this time—no matter their status—so long as they were linked to the Rebel Faction spies, they’d never be getting out.
Normally, he’d have to show these people the utmost respect.
But right now, they were the best outlet for venting anyone could ask for.
"Prison Chief Jiang, come in and take a couple swings for fun!"
Mao Daming saw Jiang Feng and Chief Wang passing by the cell door on their rounds.
"Got other things to handle, Captain Mao. Help yourself."
Jiang Feng smiled and quickly left with Chief Wang.
He’d already told his subordinates not to abuse these Rebel Faction spies at will—whether they were convicted criminals or innocents implicated along the way, the less trouble, the better, to avoid any mishaps.
"Alright, you go on then."
Mao Daming laughed and kept whipping the "Junior Minister." He felt a little odd about Jiang Feng—compared to before, Jiang Feng was being even more polite to him now.
He actually respected Jiang Feng a bit.
Guys like Jiang Feng, who had connections backing them, were guaranteed rewards in a matter of days, but he was still so humble towards others like Mao Daming—it said a lot about his future prospects.
Time passed quickly.
In the blink of an eye, ten days had gone by.
These ten days—
The cells in all Four Great Prisons saw a constant flow, mostly people being shoved in, carried out, or rotated between the prisons.
No telling how many more got swept up in this dragnet.
You could say all three layers of Zhenbei Prison were packed to the brim.
The Emperor seemed to be taking this opportunity to purge the court. All the ones he never liked—whether or not they had ties to the Rebel Faction—so long as there was any connection, if he had reason, he showed no mercy.
