Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement

Chapter 526: Chapter 258: Fate Cannot Be Defied (2)

"Hahaha."

Huang Li laughed madly as she bled, looking crazed, cruel, and terrifying, alive like a female fiend from hell.

"Boom!"

The Dharma Seal exploded atop the Blood Sea Immortal Lord.

He broke free from the stone statue’s severed arm, trying to slap Huang Li to death, but suddenly realized the originally gentle black curse power on him was out of control, attempting to devour both his spiritual power and his soul.

"You wretched girl, you have a death wish!"

The Blood Sea Immortal Lord’s face twisted viciously. He began to try tearing the black curse power away from his body, and deliberately distanced himself from Huang Li, trying to retreat from Sunset Town.

"Hahahaha!"

Huang Li lay under the severed stone statue, letting out a peal of laughter that lingered in the Blood Sea Immortal Lord’s ears.

...

Dragon Capital Imperial City.

Jiang Feng ran all the way back to Dragon Capital from the Divine Sect Mansion.

After returning, he wanted most to see Han Dong, spotting her tending to the courtyard where they used to live. Although she was over a hundred and ten years old, with withered qi blood and the signs of old age, when she picked up the sickle to weed the courtyard, she was like any farmwife used to such things, bent over as she uprooted each weed, tossing them into a basket, piling them up and burning them all at once.

Jiang Feng pulled out a ladder from the storeroom, climbed onto the roof, and re-laid the loose tiles. Some nails were loose; those he could hammer down, he hammered securely, and those that couldn’t be hammered down, he pried up and replaced with new ones.

So Han Dong weeded in the courtyard while Jiang Feng fixed the roof atop the house, the two working in clear division—one above, one below—busy with their own tasks, silent the whole time. Within the courtyard, only sounds of shifting tiles, pulling weeds, and the clanging of nails broke the silence.

Night fell.

Jiang Feng and Han Dong lay together on a bamboo lounge chair in the courtyard, big enough to allow the two of them to stretch out. By their side sat a pot of steeped tea and a small pot of unfinished pickled vegetables cooked with tofu.

Decades of storms weathered together.

Jiang Feng and Han Dong had had their differences, but somehow made it to the present. Their tastes hadn’t changed; every so often, they would cook a pot of pickled vegetable tofu, order three jin of pork head, and four or five pots of yellow rice wine.

"Sister Dong, I couldn’t find a way to help you break through the ultimate limit."

Embracing Han Dong on the bamboo chair, Jiang Feng spoke the first words since their reunion.

"Mm."

Han Dong softly replied. Her head, crowned in white hair, rested against Jiang Feng’s chest; as his breath rose and fell, she drifted into slumber.

Information from the system panel floated before Jiang Feng’s eyes.

Name: Jiang Feng

Fortune: 20600327

Cultivation Techniques: Yang Technique (Great Success+) Foundation Establishment Technique (Beginner+)

Skills: God-Binding Finger (Perfection+) Alchemy (Proficient+) Rune Secret Spell Basics (Proficient+) Blood God Curse (Perfection+)

Realm: Qi Condensation (Perfection)

Divine Power: Immortality

This trip to the Divine Sect Mansion to find a breakthrough for Han Dong hadn’t helped her, but it had strongly intimidated Blood Sea Immortal Lord, the Lin Family cultivators, and others eager to move against him. Now, they feared Jiang Feng and wouldn’t dare invade Dragon Capital for the time being—resolving a wave of danger for himself and bringing peace to Great Zhou.

The Fortune Point had also changed significantly.

It broke past the twenty-million mark in an instant, even adding a plus sign behind Yang Technique.

For years, Jiang Feng’s cultivation had stalled—just because his Fortune Point wasn’t high enough. He’d cultivated hard but lacked talent; even if he trained day and night, he made no progress, so he had to put his hope in Fortune. But this value could only rise by resolving danger, and as Jiang Feng’s strength grew, the threats capable of endangering him became truly deadly ones; best avoided if possible, so he could only accumulate it slowly over time.

Decades slipped by.

The Fortune Point was always tens of thousands short of a breakthrough.

Only this time, risking himself for Han Dong at the Divine Sect Mansion, successfully intimidating the Blood Sea Immortal Lord’s faction and making them relinquish their plan to raid Dragon Capital, did his Fortune Point surge again, breaking two million at once.

Jiang Feng at last saw hope of succeeding at Foundation Establishment.

But Foundation Establishment was serious business.

Unlike the simple breakthrough of Qi Condensation Realm, this could cause massive surges of energy—Jiang Feng needed to find a safe place.

He didn’t want anyone but Han Dong to know he’d broken through from Qi Condensation Realm to Foundation Establishment.

The only location Jiang Feng could think of was the Underground Palace. Although the Three-tailed Wolf King resided there, it bore him no ill will—even last time, when he opened the Underground Palace and let Xiao Zhan’s men in, attracting the beast’s hostility, as long as Jiang Feng stayed on the outer circle, the Wolf King would leave him alone.

It was prudent to break through there; if anything leaked out, the restriction array around the Underground Palace would shield it, preventing others from investigating.

Especially the Blood Sea Immortal Lord and Lin Family cultivators.

Moreover, breaking through inside meant no interruptions.

Safety was guaranteed—there was simply no better place.

Still, just in case, Jiang Feng didn’t rush in to attempt a breakthrough, but watched Dragon Capital for several days, having Xiao Zhan investigate thoroughly to confirm that the Lin Family cultivators would not move. Only then did he entrust Han Dong to Xiao Zhan, and slink quietly into the Underground Palace.

He came to the plaza.

Jiang Feng sat cross-legged.

He glanced at the Fortune Point tally.

With a thought, he invested sixteen million Fortune Points into the Yang Technique.

"Crack!"

"Bang!"

In that instant, Jiang Feng felt something within his body break open, a force indescribable surged down from above, coursing through every inch of him.