Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement

Chapter 546: Chapter 265: Falling from the Sky

Fortune: 735712

Cultivation Technique: Divine Sect Treasure Manual—Upper Part (Beginner+)

Ten thousand Fortune Points were enough for entry level; Jiang Feng added another thirty-five thousand points into the Divine Sect Treasure Manual.

Fortune: 700712

Cultivation Technique: Divine Sect Treasure Manual—Upper Part (Beginner+)

Realm: Early Divine Realm

Unfortunately, it’s still at the beginner stage.

But judging by the plus sign, Jiang Feng knew that these seven hundred thousand Fortune Points could at least upgrade the Divine Sect Treasure Manual by one tier, but his most urgent need was to strengthen his Foundation Establishment Base.

He had worked so hard to accumulate these Fortune Points; to spend it all on the Divine Sect Treasure Manual would be too great a sacrifice for Jiang Feng.

Still, having the Divine Sect Treasure Manual at the beginner level, yet reaching Early Divine Realm in Martial Arts strength, this result was something Jiang Feng hadn’t expected.

In the end, he put the remaining seven hundred thousand Fortune Points into the Foundation Establishment Technique.

Fortune: 712

Cultivation Technique: Foundation Establishment Technique—Proficient (74-100)

Afterward, Jiang Feng explored the ruins of the Divine Sect. He entered every cave abode shrouded in restriction arrays.

In the cave abodes of Mo Changlin, Divine Calculator, Elder Wang and the others, Jiang Feng didn’t find anything useful. Clearly, whatever was valuable had either been taken away by Blood Sea Immortal Venerable and the others or was all carried off during their retreat.

"So this place is actually an alchemy room."

Jiang Feng arrived at the Divine Sect’s back mountain and discovered a compound. There were restriction arrays around the courtyard as well, but they’d already been destroyed.

Behind the compound, there was an open area with faint spiritual power fluctuations.

"Ling Tian?"

"This is the place where the Divine Sect grew spirit herbs and medicines. A shame, it’s all been dug up."

"These little seedlings must be the seeds dropped from the spirit medicines that were taken away, sprouting again. Pity, without anyone to care for and nourish them, these little seedlings can’t grow up, and they’ve lost much of their medicinal property."

Jiang Feng plucked a herb seedling from the ground—it was a Reishi Grass, possessing evolutionary spiritual power, useful for helping cultivators consolidate their cultivation.

It was a common spirit grass found in the markets, needed by most cultivators.

"Creak."

Jiang Feng returned to the compound.

He spread his Spiritual Sense across the entire region, pushed open a door, and entered the alchemy room. Inside, it was a mess: all sorts of bottles and jars toppled over, medicinal ingredients and elixirs had already been looted long ago.

Even the tripod furnace fixed to the ground had been dug up and taken away.

"The Divine Sect truly deserves its centuries-long inheritance; the back mountain here, with Ling Tian for herbs and medicines, and though this alchemy room is a wreck, it’s an ideal place for pill refining. Nowhere Xiao Zhan helped me find comes close to this."

"What a pity! Such a treasure trove, and I can’t even make use of it."

Jiang Feng sighed deeply.

This is the Divine Sect’s old site—the Saintess has already returned, and surely a large number of Divine Sect Disciples will soon return here as well. He must leave as quickly as possible.

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng no longer lingered. He controlled his flying sword and soared from the Divine Sect’s back mountain, heading toward the Forbidden Forest.

He could not return to the Dragon Capital anymore.

The Divine Sect’s ruins were no longer habitable.

Blood Sea was out of the question for now too.

Jiang Feng could only hide in the Forbidden Forest. He had considered going to Red Earth Forest to find Little Cyan Snake and seek the protection of the Cyan Snake Demon clan, but thought better of it since the Cyan Snake Valley was a mix of dragons and snakes—news could easily leak. He abandoned the plan.

Jiang Feng remembered that the Forbidden Forest was the territory of the Blood Wolf King.

More than a hundred years ago, the Blood Wolf King led his pack out of the Forbidden Forest, wreaking havoc across Chishui County. Afterward, he advanced toward the Dragon Capital but was stopped by the Great Tang army outside Jingzhou City. In the end, Xiao Zhan led the Wolf Slaughter Army, along with Imperial City experts and Yun Gui Sect’s Immortal Masters, and drove the Blood Wolf King back into the Forbidden Forest.

Since then, for over a hundred years, the Blood Wolf King never left the Forbidden Forest again.

No more red moons had appeared in the south since then either.

Flying out from the Divine Sect’s back mountain, Jiang Feng soon reached the skies above the Forbidden Forest. His Spiritual Sense swept out, catching traces of demon energy everywhere.

All these were weak little demon beasts.

He had known long ago that both the Red Earth Forest and Forbidden Forest were crawling with demon beasts. Especially in the Forbidden Forest—apart from the Blood Wolf Race, there were all sorts of demon beasts. Some were loners, roaming the forest on their own, often clashing with other demon beasts.

But most were like the Blood Wolf Race: social by nature, loving to rule a mountain, and sometimes invading the territory of other Demon Kings, leading to massive bloody conflicts within the forest.

Within the reach of his Spiritual Sense, Jiang Feng only found a few demon beasts around the First and Second Layers of Qi Condensation. Here, they were all top-tier great demons; Innate powerhouses who entered this region were frequently killed by them.

Jiang Feng did not clash with them. With the strength of Human Dao Foundation Establishment, these little monsters had no way of even noticing him; he kept flying deeper into the forest.

An hour later, Jiang Feng sensed several powerful energy fluctuations.

A Tiger King.

A Python King.

An Eagle King.

The three formed a triangle, locked in a standoff.

The Tiger King stood atop a small hill, roaring at the White-headed Eagle King perched on a cliff, and the Python King, which had propped itself up in a roaring river like a massive pillar, towering above the waters.

The Python King’s scales had peeled off in several places, blood streaming down its head. Every wound was left by the White-headed Eagle King—they’d fought from upstream all the way here, barging into the Tiger King’s territory.

"Roar!"

The Tiger King was roaring, crushing a boulder beneath its claws to powder, warning the White-headed Eagle King and Python King to leave its territory at once.

The White-headed Eagle King spread its wings wide.