Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement

Chapter 553: Chapter 267: Rise, Foundation Establishment Technique_2

It burst through the clouds, diving down toward the White-headed Eagle King.

The White-headed Eagle King hid within the clouds, but the cloud it was hiding in was below the White-winged Roc. Keeping its flight posture, it navigated through the clouds like cutting waves, flying straight toward the Sea of Blood.

Suddenly, an oppressive force swept over.

The White-headed Eagle King was so startled it flipped over, its two claws swiping up at the white silhouette in the sky.

"Clang!"

The White-headed Eagle King’s body fell out of the clouds.

Its sharp talons and the White-winged Roc’s claws were both the equivalent of divine weapons. In its panic, the White-headed Eagle King’s desperate counterattack took no advantage—instead, the White-winged Roc slapped it out of the clouds.

Its face showed panic—the White-winged Roc held racial dominance over it, and was stronger in power as well. It didn’t dare continue fighting in midair, adjusted its posture, and dove down toward the forest below.

"Master, he’s not with his spirit pet."

The Saintess noticed that Jiang Feng was nowhere to be seen on the White-headed Eagle King’s back.

"So it was him—seeing trouble ahead, he used his spirit pet to lure us away."

The old Curator laughed.

Even though Jiang Feng had drawn him away, not only wasn’t he angry, he even laughed out loud.

"Pengpeng, catch it."

The old Curator ordered.

"Screech!"

The White-winged Roc let out a cry that pierced metal and stone. Carrying terrifying racial might, its cry made the White-headed Eagle King tremble all over in the forest, forcing it to fly forward even faster.

The White-winged Roc dove into the forest, its razor-sharp wings slicing through swathes of trees; flapping sounds and the clang of metal echoed continuously from within the woods.

A moment later.

The White-winged Roc’s two deadly claws, one locked on the White-headed Eagle King’s neck, the other gripping its body, dragged the White-headed Eagle King out from the forest below to midair.

The White-headed Eagle King howled, calling for Jiang Feng’s help. It fluttered its wings, trying to struggle free from the White-winged Roc’s talons.

The White-winged Roc squeezed its claws slightly, piercing through the White-headed Eagle King’s feathers and into its flesh. The Eagle King wailed in agony, blood spilled down from the skies, and it instantly quieted down.

"Give me the Qi Condensing Pill he gave you."

Standing atop the White-winged Roc, overlooking the Forbidden Forest, the old Curator’s robes flapped wildly in the wind. He looked confident, as if he had some way to find Jiang Feng.

"Here."

The Saintess placed the Qi Condensing Pill into the old Curator’s palm.

"Heaven and earth, black and yellow, Eight Desolates Soul Pursuit—open!"

The old Curator crushed the Qi Condensing Pill into powder, wove a technique, wrapped it in the White-headed Eagle King’s fresh blood, and cast the spell down to the forest below.

That Qi Condensing Pill had just been refined by Jiang Feng and still carried the scant traces of his aura. Even though it bore the false aura under the Thousand Faces, it could still be used to track Jiang Feng.

But the main reason was that the White-headed Eagle King was Jiang Feng’s spirit pet; there was a contract bond between them. It could roughly sense the direction of its master.

Even when ordered by its master, no matter how far apart, it would immediately receive the command.

"Whoosh!"

In the forest, Jiang Feng shot forward like the shadow of a blade, sprinting straight ahead, trying to widen the gap from the Saintess and the others. Suddenly, a mysterious wave, like the pulse of the earth, spread from the ground.

"Soul Tracking!"

Jiang Feng snorted coldly.

He’d already experienced Divine Sect magic before.

If they thought they could lock onto him with a mere Eight Desolates Soul Pursuit, that was impossible.

He now carried the Qinglong Cauldron above his head and stood on the Civil Servant Sword. Even if the old Curator cast his spell, there was no way to lock onto him. However, since they were using Soul Tracking to find him, clearly the White-headed Eagle King had been caught, and likely was already in their hands.

So Jiang Feng dared not rashly summon the White-headed Eagle King, fearing that giving it orders would let the mysterious old Curator capture a trace of his aura.

"Master, did you find him?"

Ever since the old Curator began casting, the Saintess kept her eyes shut, sensing for fluctuations in the surroundings. But with no results, she couldn’t help but grow anxious. If even the old Curator couldn’t find Jiang Feng, then if Jiang Feng escapes this time, they might never catch him again.

"He’s got the Qinglong Cauldron blocking; Soul Tracking is useless on him."

The old Curator opened his eyes and said.

"Huh? Even you can’t do it—then what do we do?"

The Saintess’ expression grew ugly.

"Don’t worry. His spirit pet is in our hands. He can’t escape."

The old Curator was perfectly calm. Glancing at the imprisoned White-headed Eagle King, he conjured a black palm imprint and clamped it over the Eagle King’s head. That black palm imprint, seemingly sharper than the White-winged Roc’s claws, plunged straight into the White-headed Eagle King’s skull.

"Caw-oo-oo!"

The White-headed Eagle King screeched in agony, feeling countless needles pierce into its head. Its eyes bulged, nearly bursting from the pain.

It fought desperately, but the more it struggled, the weaker it got. Its wings shuddered a few times, then grew limp, and finally a long trail of blood trickled from its beak, forming a crimson ribbon in the air.

"Master, what are you...?"

The Saintess’s expression shifted.

"Heaven and earth, black and yellow, Eight Desolates Soul Pursuit—open!"

The old Curator ignored her and, while grasping the White-headed Eagle King’s head, unleashed the Eight Desolates Soul Pursuit. As the Dharma Seal glowed, rings of light appeared in the old Curator’s vision, the images within them constantly shifting—these were the visions inside the White-headed Eagle King’s mind.

It had a contract with Jiang Feng; as his spirit pet, it could sense Jiang Feng’s location. Now the old Curator, as if taking its place, could lock onto Jiang Feng’s position. Even the Qinglong Cauldron couldn’t block this level of probing power.

"So you’re over there."

The old Curator opened his eyes, a smile on his face. The black hand imprint he’d conjured slowly dissipated.

"Master, you found him?"

The Saintess asked cautiously.

"Mm, he’s running toward Red Earth Forest."

The old Curator nodded.

Looking at the dying White-headed Eagle King, he told the White-winged Roc, "Drop it. It’s useless now. Let’s go, time to find Jiang Feng!"

"Screech!"

The White-winged Roc answered with a long cry, soared high into the sky, changed direction at several thousand meters, and pursued where Jiang Feng was fleeing.

It released its grip. The nearly dead White-headed Eagle King plummeted from thousands of meters above.

"Boom!"

The White-headed Eagle King’s massive body crashed through the forest canopy, smashed into the earth with a thunderous noise. Under the old Curator’s evil magic, its mind shattered, its soul nearly dispersed. After such a fall, it died on the spot.

Blood, under high pressure, pooled in its head, spurting endlessly from its eye sockets, nostrils, and beak. It looked like a black swan trapped in a mire, motionless, as if deep asleep, completely lifeless.

As Jiang Feng ran toward the Red Earth Forest, an inexplicable heaviness seized his heart, an empty, hollow sensation—like something precious had been lost.

"Xiao...Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai is dead."

Jiang Feng stopped in his tracks, unable to control himself.

The White-headed Eagle King was his spirit pet—as its master, Jiang Feng could sense when something happened to his pet; especially when its spirit was extinguished, the abrupt breaking of their bond was overwhelming.

"They actually killed Xiao Bai!"

Jiang Feng turned his head, staring toward the direction where the White-headed Eagle King’s aura had disappeared.

These three years—

In Sword Casting City, Jiang Feng’s only companion was the White-headed Eagle King. Whenever he needed spirit herbs or elixirs, he would send the Eagle King out to find them. Even though it had an enormous appetite and had eaten most of his refined elixirs, it was reliable and obedient in its tasks. Unknowingly, it had become his friend.

Who could’ve imagined that, just to help him escape danger today, it would die at the hands of the old Curator and his people.

One can only imagine Jiang Feng’s state of mind.

He had thought that even if the White-headed Eagle King was caught, they would not harm it, because they still needed to find him. Surely the Beast Master would try to tame it to track him down; never did he think the Eagle King would be killed the moment it was caught.

"Why did they kill Xiao Bai? It must be related to finding me. No doubt about it—I must have been locked onto."

"Just running is not an option."

"Since that’s the case, then..."

Jiang Feng clenched his teeth. Since he couldn’t escape, he could only face danger head-on.

He checked his Fortune Point changes again.

Fortune: 2,110,985

He realized his fortune points had surged from two thousand to over two million.

Clearly, by sensing the danger and parting ways with the White-headed Eagle King, he had avoided the first crisis—causing his fortune to soar.

It also made him realize just how terrifying the old Curator was.

If he fought head-on, he’d have no chance of victory.

"I must improve my power."

"Right now, only my Foundation Establishment Technique can be improved."

"Hope mastery-level Foundation Establishment Technique can let my foundation level rise again."

"Upgrade, Foundation Establishment Technique!"

Jiang Feng placed all his hopes on his Foundation Establishment Technique. Glancing at the number (97-100), he poured in four hundred thousand Fortune Points at once.