Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 187 - 145: The Little Prince’s Life Is Saved
A few days earlier.
Jiang Feng learned from Han Dong that the Emperor had invited the Immortal Master of Yun Gui Sect, who could summon Xiao Ran’s soul back and resurrect him.
For this reason, he had investigated Yun Gui Sect.
From some records of the martial world and storytellers’ mouths.
He discovered that Yun Gui Sect and the Demon Sect were mortal enemies.
The so-called Demon Sect.
Is a brand new sect, unlike the Red Lotus Sect.
They do not wreak havoc everywhere within the Great Tang, nor infiltrate the court with their members, trying to overthrow the Great Tang regime.
Instead, they are a group focused on competing with Yun Gui Sect disciples, seizing cultivation resources, the two sects often conflict, reaching a point of life-and-death struggle.
The Loulan Slash is a well-known martial art within the Demon Sect.
Jiang Feng has known since he started practicing that the Loulan Slash is a Demon Sect saber technique.
So he had a simple plan. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
When Han Dong, Han Tieshan, and others went to Black Iron Mountain, waiting for the Immortal Master from Yun Gui Sect to arrive.
He first visited a blind storyteller, who was stationed at the foot of Black Iron Mountain all year round, earning reward money from incense burners outside a temple.
"Old Sir, do you know about the incident on the mountain top a while ago?"
Jiang Feng changed his voice and asked.
"Do you want to hear the story of the army encircling Black Iron Mountain, or the story of Lord Bao and Director Han annihilating the robbers?"
The old storyteller was preparing to pack up, unexpectedly someone wanted to hear a story at night.
"I want you to tell the story of the Little Prince using the Loulan Slash Blade Technique, almost perishing together with the Elder of the Beast Taming Sect, can you tell that?"
Jiang Feng asked.
"I can, but that’ll cost extra!"
The old storyteller rubbed his fingers.
"Will this price do?"
Jiang Feng took out ten silver ingots and placed them in the old storyteller’s hand.
The old storyteller sensed the weight, brought the silver ingots to his nose, sniffed them carefully, and his hands couldn’t help but tremble. He spent his life storytelling outside the temple, aiming to receive reward money from incense burners.
He thought that those who came to prey at the temple either wished for divine mercy or repaid blessings, and regardless of how well he told the story, they’d reward him with a copper coin for divine protection.
But Jiang Feng handed over ten silver ingots, a sight he had never before seen in his lifetime.
So he stood up, excitedly saying, "Sir, as long as I am alive, whenever you wish to hear a story, I will tell you one!"
"I just want you to tell the story tonight about the Little Prince using Loulan Slash, nearly perishing together with the Elder of the Beast Taming Sect, that’s enough."
Jiang Feng said.
"Dong!"
"Once upon a time..."
The old storyteller slammed the wooden plank on the table, preparing to create a coherent story based on Jiang Feng’s theme.
In truth, he didn’t know much about the incidents in the mountains a few days before, but as a professional storyteller, similar to novelists, often a single point would inspire various stories.
For someone like Jiang Feng who required a clear themed story, the old storyteller recited them effortlessly offhand.
"Hold on, when you feel something drop onto your shoulder, then tell the story."
Jiang Feng interrupted.
"Alright, I’ll wait for your signal."
The old storyteller did not ask further, pocketing the ten silver ingots and sitting on the chair, awaiting Jiang Feng’s signal.
Jiang Feng quietly left, heading toward the road between the Imperial City and Black Iron Mountain.
It was a shaded avenue, constructed by incense burners heading to the temple to worship. Due to its broad and flat surface, many people traveling to Black Iron Mountain chose this path.
Seeing the parasol trees on either side of the avenue.
"Shout!"
Jiang Feng drew his saber.
Using Loulan Slash Breaking Army Style, he slashed toward the left side parasol trees.
Blade light surged.
Unstoppable force.
In an instant, the parasol trees on the left fell in a piece.
"Shout!"
Jiang Feng reversed his saber again, slashing at the parasol trees on the right.
Terrifying blade light exploded.
The parasol trees on the right were destroyed in a row, the tree crowns crashed onto the avenue.
Blocking the once spacious road.
Then, Jiang Feng swiftly left using his body technique.
"Hmm?"
On Black Iron Mountain.
Xiao Zhan and Han Tieshan simultaneously frowned.
They felt Primordial Power surging below Black Iron Mountain, affecting the surrounding Power of Heaven and Earth.
The two exchanged glances, remaining stationed up at Black Iron Mountain.
At this moment, waking Xiao Ran and ensuring his safety was top priority.
Whatever happened below, was unrelated to them.
It’s just that the Immortal Master of Yun Gui Sect.
Why haven’t they arrived yet?
"What’s going on?"
"Who blocked the road, quickly remove those trees."
A quarter of an hour later.
Yang the Third rode towards Black Iron Mountain with two Immortal Masters from Yun Gui Sect from the Imperial City. As they were about to arrive, they saw the parasol trees collapsed on the avenue, blocking the road.
"Yes!"
The soldiers sprang out immediately, attempting to remove and clear the fallen parasol trees.
"Apologies, Masters, I don’t know who did it, cutting off the parasol trees on both sides of the road, blocking the way ahead."
Yang the Third rode up to a luxurious and spacious carriage behind him.
Inside, two middle-aged men were joyfully drinking, with four sparsely clothed beauties rubbing shoulders and backs for them.
"Who dares to block this Immortal Master’s way?"
One person angrily said.
"What are you doing, the road’s blocked, how can we save that Little Prince?"
The other complained.
"Please calm, Masters, now that we are under Black Iron Mountain, to not delay saving the Little Prince, I request the Masters descend and jump over with me."
