Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 278 - 172: Fourth Uncle, I’ll Take You to the Divine Sect (Part 3)
Just a single glance.
His eyes widened instantly.
He felt that the clothes on the headless corpse were so familiar, so close and dear.
So, he couldn’t help but step forward.
He approached the headless corpse slowly, his mouth gradually opening, his gaze shifting toward the side of the corpse, immediately spotting a head—eyes wide open, a bloody hole in the center of its brow.
"F-fourth Uncle!"
The Second Prince’s voice trembled.
He staggered back a step, his eyes instantly reddening, his throat constricted as if someone was strangling him. Mouth agape, he couldn’t utter a word.
"Young master, your Qi and Blood Replenishing Soup, this old servant has prepared it for you."
"Young master, your bloodline is truly unique. This old servant has searched countless records at the Academy, but still can’t figure out its name. I’ve already contacted my senior sister—she’ll cross the Turkic lands in three months and come."
"Young master, my senior sister was so shocked by your bloodline, she started off for the Divine Sect overnight."
"Young master, the Divine Sect Leader wants to take you in as his disciple."
"Young master, the Divine Sect Leader agreed—you can join the Divine Sect after becoming Monarch of the Great Tang, and I can assist you wholeheartedly as an Outer Disciple."
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The Second Prince’s mind played scene after scene; things that happened between him and Liu Jinhu, in that comfortable villa.
For all these years, Liu Jinhu had devoted everything to him, only hoping he’d soon grasp the Imperial Authority, become Monarch of the Great Tang, and then together enter the Divine Sect, advancing ever further on the Martial Dao.
But who’d have guessed—
He hadn’t become Monarch of the Great Tang yet.
He hadn’t even joined the Divine Sect.
Liu Jinhu left first, dying right before his eyes.
"Fourth Uncle, who killed you!"
The Second Prince’s voice had become hoarse.
His muscles tensed, his originally slender figure suddenly swelled, veins bulging across his body, blood-red power covering his skin like armor, vibrant True Essence surging outward.
It was as if a red tsunami swept out in all directions, reducing countless trees to splinters.
Within the forest, those Chong Ghosts, now weak without Ghost Realm nourishment, were utterly wiped out by the rippling blood-red True Essence, vanishing without a trace.
"Fourth Uncle, was it Old Demon Child who killed you?"
"Did you die together with him?"
"What about the arrow wounds—was there a third person involved?"
"Who the hell did this?"
"Ahhhhh!"
The Second Prince couldn’t help but throw his head back and roar; the rolling sound wave shattered leaves, and a flock of birds flying overhead turned instantly to bloody mist.
"Such powerful True Essence fluctuations?"
"Who is it!"
Miles away, on the northern side of the forest, Jiang Feng sensed the surge of Primordial Power coming from within, though by the time it reached him, its waves were a pale shadow.
But for the shockwave to spread so far—though it was just a faint breeze to Jiang Feng—he wouldn’t take it lightly.
He turned to look in the direction of the forest.
In the distance, he caught a flash of blood-red light over the trees—it seemed another demon had appeared over there.
"Fourth Uncle, I’ll take you to the Divine Sect now, and reclaim everything that is ours."
The Second Prince cradled Liu Jinhu’s head, blood and tears streaming down his face.
In his hand, a token appeared.
A token from the Divine Sect Leader himself—using this token, he could call upon the Divine Sect’s strength once. It was his trump card, meant for the final moment of seizing power.
But now—
Nanfu City has fallen.
The Blood Wolf King is eyeing this place, and refugees from Chishui County are about to flood into the Great Tang. He’d come here under orders, hoping to redeem himself, but now this!
If he can’t reclaim Nanfu City—
If he can’t keep refugees from Chishui County out of Great Tang, at least not let the South fall—then no matter how exceptional his bloodline, or that he’s disciple to the Divine Sect Leader, he’ll never be Monarch of the Great Tang.
With Liu Jinhu dead—
It was as if, in the heart of crisis, someone had chopped off his arm.
In this lonely southern land, the Second Prince had no other choice—he could only turn to the Divine Sect for help.
So he carried Liu Jinhu’s head and sped toward Sunset Town.
"Could that be the Second Prince?"
"Should I go back and kill him?"
"Better not risk it. From what I feel, he’s even scarier than Liu Jinhu. He’s an Emperor’s son after all—bound to have some secret weapons."
Eyeing that blood-red glow, Jiang Feng instinctively thought of the Second Prince.
After careful thought, he picked up speed and hurried away from the trouble, heading north—toward Dragon Capital.
He never expected—
That after heading south to join the Divine Sect, he’d find it turned into the Ghost Sect instead.
And, along the way, killed Liu Jinhu, Old Demon Child, and Uncle Fu—all three.
Unwittingly, he’d eliminated his biggest threat—no need to fear Liu Jinhu or Old Demon Child hunting him, nor worry his identity would leak to the Second Prince. Perhaps he could keep hiding out in Zhenbei Prison, raking in Fortune Points by the day.
Now, all he needed to do was hurry back to Dragon Capital, making sure no one suspects him.
Meanwhile, the dangers from east, west, and south forced Jiang Feng to keep heading north.
Thus, relying on his Body Martial Arts, Jiang Feng ran for two full hours.
At last, he saw Nanfu City appear in his sightline.
He looked at the city walls—the flags above were those of the Rebel Faction. Just as Duan Baiwang had said, Nanfu City had fallen, and the place was crawling with Demon Sect and Rebel Faction members.
Entering now would be suicide.
"Sister Dong must have left too!"
Jiang Feng thought of Han Dong again.
Ever since learning Nanfu City had been lost, he’d been worried for Han Dong’s safety. Every time, he’d reassure himself with Han Tieshan’s words, believing Han Dong would be fine.
Now Nanfu City was within reach.
Jiang Feng truly wanted to rush in, see for himself if Han Dong had been captured by rebels or Demon Sect members.
"Sister Dong is lucky—she’ll be fine."
In the end, Jiang Feng let go of the idea of sneaking in. He thought if he headed north, he’d run into scattered Court soldiers and could ask about Han Dong’s whereabouts.
With that thought, Jiang Feng skirted Nanfu City, continuing north.
As dusk fell—
Rain began to fall, and from afar Jiang Feng spotted tiny dots of firelight. Quickly making his way over, he finally encountered the first group of Court soldiers scattered by the Rebel Faction.
They were despondent, armor abandoned, having fled here to escape the rebel horde—everyone was starving, sitting around the bonfire after slaughtering two warhorses for food.
Jiang Feng stopped, sitting in the woods two hundred meters away.
He didn’t rush to gather news, but first checked his system panel—after killing Old Demon Child and Liu Jinhu, how much had he gained? He’d been running nonstop, afraid someone was still tracking him.
Now, he finally had time and peace of mind to check his haul.
