Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement

Chapter 560: Chapter 269: Killing the Old Curator, Fortune Soars_4

The Saintess kindly reminded him.

The giant hunting falcon heard this and rapidly flapped its wings, soaring several thousand meters into the sky.

It knew the strength of the white-winged roc.

When it came to speed, the roc was faster; its wing defense was stronger too, and it was much smaller in size. If Jiang Feng really used the Dragon Bone Bow to shoot at it, it would never dodge in time—it could only seek protection from the senior brothers in the palace.

But entrusting one’s life and safety to others was clearly unwise—if it could fly any higher, then higher it would go.

As Jiang Feng left the cave and made his way around toward the Red Earth Forest, the giant hunting falcon also flew into the skies above the Forbidden Forest. Waves of powerful spiritual sense surged down from above, eager to envelop the entire forest and drag out Jiang Feng.

Two days later.

Jiang Feng’s wounds had already healed.

He could use spiritual energy to repair those injuries, but the backlash from the Qinglong Cauldron was an internal wound—the loss of vitality was severe, and it would take many years to fully recover.

Fortunately, after two days of rushing, Jiang Feng finally crossed into the Red Earth Forest.

He remembered the location of the Cyan Snake Demon’s valley, and continued on his way there.

Three days later.

Jiang Feng finally arrived outside the valley.

"Did Xiao Qing lay out so many sentries to guard against me, or is he wary of the Mad Blade Martial Arts Hall people?"

Before he even got close to the valley, Jiang Feng gradually noticed traces of snake race members—little spies arranged by Xiao Qing, scattered among the weeds or hidden in cracks between rocks.

All of them radiated spiritual power fluctuations.

They were all common little snakes of the mountains and forests, something cultivators would usually overlook.

But Jiang Feng had been to Cyan Snake Valley.

He’d seen the Snake King of these little snakes, clinging to Xiao Qing’s side. Their presence around Cyan Snake Valley wasn’t just foraging for food.

You should know, back when the Divine Sect fell, the Saintess and a group of Divine Sect disciples fled to the Sea of Blood, only because the Cyan Snake King and a band of Blood Sea loose cultivators forced their hand—the sect fell as a result.

Now the Saintess had returned to Central Earth with the Mad Blade Martial Arts Hall people.

Even if the Cyan Snake King was dead, she might not let the Cyan Snake Demon clan go.

This level of vigilance from Xiao Qing was probably precautions against the Saintess and her party.

But it also proved that Cyan Snake Valley hadn’t been found by the Saintess yet; now was the best time to seek Xiao Qing’s alliance.

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng silently slipped into Cyan Snake Valley.

With his Divine Dao Foundation Establishment cultivation, the little ones beyond the valley couldn’t possibly detect him, nor could the restriction arrays surrounding Cyan Snake Valley stop him.

Empowered by the Qinglong Cauldron, Jiang Feng infiltrated inside without even causing a ripple in the array’s barrier.

The scene inside the valley was much the same as before.

In the past, even at half-step Foundation Establishment, he could come and go freely in Cyan Snake Valley; now with his improved power, just relying on his Martial Arts Realm strength put him on par with back then—inside this valley, he was absolutely unrestrained.

With his spiritual sense sweeping over everything,

he saw Xiao Qing, as well as Wu Weiwei cultivating inside her cave residence.

Wu Weiwei was cultivating Cyan Snake Cold Qi, following the demon cultivator’s path. Supposedly, human and demon race cultivation shouldn’t mix well—though the Dao is simple and all paths converge, for a human to practice a demon race’s cultivation technique was extremely challenging, with all sorts of side-effects.

Yet a hundred years had passed.

Wu Weiwei hadn’t been erased by the river of time; instead, she’d become a Qi Condensation Realm cultivator, now even possessing eighth-layer Qi Condensation power—an extremely rare achievement in Central Earth.

Last time Jiang Feng had already noticed her strength—even back then, she was at seventh-layer Qi Condensation. Who would have thought that on meeting today, Wu Weiwei had reached the eighth layer?

"Who?"

Xiao Qing, the thirteen- or fourteen-year-old boy, was cultivating Demon Cold Qi in his own cave when his expression suddenly changed.

The jade pendant on his chest grew hot.

He sensed someone watching him.

Jiang Feng paused, not expecting Xiao Qing also to have a magical treasure to ward off others’ prying eyes.

Why hadn’t he noticed it last time?

"Brother Chopsticks, it’s me."

Jiang Feng smiled faintly.

His figure appeared in the valley, and in a flash, he was at the entrance of Xiao Qing’s cave residence.

"You... why have you come again?"

Xiao Qing, upon seeing Jiang Feng, secretly sighed in relief, but was still quite vexed.

Last time Jiang Feng barged in on a whim at least he’d used Wu Weiwei entering the Dragon Capital Underground Palace as an excuse; this time, showing up out of nowhere—what was that supposed to mean?

Did he really see their Cyan Snake Demon race as nothing?

"You haven’t shown yourself in years, and now you’ve grown from a skinny chopstick into a fine young man."

Jiang Feng looked Xiao Qing over carefully.

Xiao Qing instinctively retreated a step; back then in Jiang Feng’s hands, he’d often been grabbed by the tail and slammed into the ground, even having his fangs broken.

Despite all these years, those old memories still haunted him like nightmares.

"Brother Xiao Qing!"

"Chief!"

Wu Weiwei and several Snake Kings, sensing something amiss, rushed over, surrounding Jiang Feng.

"Everyone, don’t move—he’s my friend."

Xiao Qing was startled, afraid his subordinates would anger Jiang Feng and provoke a massacre inside the valley.