Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 142 - 127: Triple Kill, Bountiful Harvest! (Part 2)

Chapter 142: Chapter 127: Triple Kill, Bountiful Harvest! (Part 2)

The old man in his seventies darted behind a tree.

An arrow shot clear through the trunk, speeding toward his chest. He grabbed it with both hands, managing to stop it with only the tip piercing into his chest muscles.

The third arrow.

He was still standing behind the tree.

The arrow penetrated the trunk and struck his abdomen.

He tried to catch it with his hands, but it was already too late.

Hit in the stomach, he was thrown backward, crashed into a tree behind him with a sickening crack, and bounced back to the ground.

"Huff! Huff!"

Jiang Feng unleashed his movement technique, darting rapidly toward the spot where his quiver was.

He didn’t take this opportunity to charge in with the Loulan Slash Blade Technique and finish off the old man.

He sensed that the third arrow still couldn’t end the old man’s life.

He was wary of a desperate counterattack, worried that the old man would take him down as he died.

"What a cunning brat,"

Just as Jiang Feng neared the quiver, the old man, hit in the abdomen by Jiang Feng’s arrow and slammed against the tree, rebounded onto the ground with his back turned to Jiang Feng. He quickly got up and dashed into the distance.

His left hand clutched the arrow that had pierced his abdomen; in his right, he hid three poison needles and a pack of Five Poison Powder. As long as Jiang Feng got close, the needles or the powder would get him for sure.

That would be the moment to strike back and kill him.

Who would have thought—

Jiang Feng actually resisted the urge to move in for the kill.

Instead, he ran back to grab the few arrows left in the quiver, preparing to shoot the old man with more of them.

At this rate, if he didn’t run now,

he truly would be a dead man.

By the time Jiang Feng got his arrows, the old man had already torn the arrow from his belly and was running out of the forest.

As a wily old fox,

he pushed his movement technique to the limit and used the jungle’s shrubs for cover, never fully exposing himself to Jiang Feng’s line of sight. He planned to use all the obstacles around him to negate Jiang Feng’s archery.

Only then might he escape alive.

He never dreamed that, together with the masked Beast Master old man, three first-grade Qi Refining Realm experts working together, still couldn’t do anything to Jiang Feng.

Now two had been killed in reverse, and he alone was on the run for his life—who knew if he’d make it out alive?

"Huff! Huff!"

Jiang Feng stayed silent.

He pressed on, hot on the trail.

Ignoring his internal injuries, he pushed the Monkey Escape Technique to its limit, leaping through the jungle like an ape.

He watched as the old man used the underbrush to break his line of sight, attempting to slip away.

Jiang Feng vaulted up into a tree, catching a distant glimpse of the old man’s constantly changing position—almost as if the old man was the real monkey, toying with him.

Jiang Feng focused, observing for a while.

"Whoosh!"

He fired an arrow without hesitation.

The arrow shot through the trees, scraped past the old man’s right calf, and pinned itself into the ground.

The old man startled and darted quickly to the left.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

This was exactly the chance Jiang Feng had been waiting for.

He knew that arrow couldn’t truly wound the old man, but it would mess up the old man’s movement, making him reflexively dodge in another direction.

This is the instinctive reaction to imminent danger.

By reflex, the old man would treat the other side as the safe zone and quickly dash that way.

And that made the old man’s figure briefly exposed in Jiang Feng’s line of sight.

Even if it was just for an instant, it was enough for Jiang Feng.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Three arrows left the string in perfect sync.

One arrow pierced the old man’s shoulder, one stabbed through his thigh, and one penetrated his lower back.

The old man instantly collapsed to the ground.

At this point, Jiang Feng still had two arrows left in his hand.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

He showed no mercy,

firing both straight at the old man’s back.

In this moment,

Jiang Feng’s archery could not miss.

The old man had just gotten up when he saw two blood arrows burst through his chest and nail themselves into a distant tree. He staggered forward a few steps, then collapsed face-first to the ground—utterly lifeless.

He died with eyes wide open.

He never expected to die at Jiang Feng’s hands.

And from start to finish, he hadn’t even seen the list or the cultivation techniques—it was as if he never should have appeared here at all.

"Puh!"

Having finally shot the old man dead,

Jiang Feng dropped down from the tree, but couldn’t hold out any longer, coughing up a mouthful of clotted blood. He sat on the ground, keeping alert to all sides—if anyone else appeared now, even a second-grade Refining Essence Realm would be able to kill him, let alone a first-grade powerhouse.

After making sure the area was safe,

Jiang Feng quickly circulated the Tai Chi Longevity Skill to restore a bit of Primordial Power, staving off complete exhaustion.

He leaned back against a tree.

When he’d recovered a bit and managed to stand, he saw the trunk where he’d been sitting was soaked with damp marks. Only then did he realize cold sweat had poured off him in streams.

To be able to reverse-kill three first-grade powerhouses today—he was unimaginably lucky, eight lifetimes’ worth of luck.

Now that he thought back, he was still shaken.

He still felt like he’d been living on a knife’s edge.

If anything had gone wrong along the way, he’d be dead for sure.

After all, whether it was the masked man, the Beast Master, or the old man—all were Qi Refining Realm experts among the older generation, and none of them was weak in Primordial Power.

Even with the Tai Chi Longevity Skill empowering him, Jiang Feng was confident his Primordial Power wasn’t inferior to any of them, maybe even better by quite a bit.

But when it came to fighting experience,

or domains like Martial Arts Divine Power, he still lagged behind.

If not for taking them by surprise,

if none of them had expected him to be a first-grade Qi Refining expert with a demonic technique like Loulan Slash, if he hadn’t seized the opening and gone all out—even taking a blow from the old man just to kill the Beast Master—matched with his ruthlessness and the Great Perfection Divine Arrow, in any normal fight even two Jiang Fengs might not have been able to win.

You could say,

it had just been a brush with death.

A victory dependent on luck.

A narrow escape, pure and simple.

"Let’s see how many Fortune Points I got."

Jiang Feng muttered to himself.

He opened his status panel.

Name: Jiang Feng

Fortune: 71257

Cultivation Technique: Prison Guard Longevity Skill (Great Perfection), Tai Chi Longevity Skill (Mastery)

Skills: Prison Guard Long Fist (Great Perfection), Divine Arrow (Great Perfection), Loulan Slash (Minor Achievement+), Monkey Escape (Great Perfection)

Realm: First Grade (Qi Refining)

Divine Power: Immortality

ps: When a cultivation technique or skill reaches Great Perfection, display occasionally to avoid forgetting.

"That was truly lucky—I nearly gained seventy thousand Fortune Points just now."

"No wonder, after killing three first-grade experts in a row."

Jiang Feng marveled aloud.

He had guessed that his Fortune Points would increase a lot,

but he hadn’t expected nearly seventy thousand in one go.

Too bad the Tai Chi Longevity Skill still didn’t get a plus sign after it.

Jiang Feng remembered the last time he advanced the Tai Chi Longevity Skill, it cost forty thousand Fortune Points. Even with the lowest double-up rule, to advance it again would probably take at least eighty thousand this time.

Right now, he was still more than eight thousand short of eighty thousand.

He didn’t know if when he finally reached eighty thousand, he could advance in one step and become an Innate Powerhouse.

Jiang Feng was full of anticipation.

Those seventy thousand Fortune Points, he hadn’t touched any of them.

After what happened today,

he understood completely.

Maybe, in this world, only after he became an Innate Powerhouse would he truly have the strength to protect himself. When advancing his strength, he absolutely could not waste Fortune Points rashly.

"Old man, I still don’t know what identities you all had."

Jiang Feng was thoroughly curious about the three.

He walked up to the masked man.

Jiang Feng took a closer look; the more he looked, the more familiar the masked man seemed. He felt like he’d seen him somewhere before.

"I’ve got it—this guy is the shopkeeper of the Sun and Moon Building. No wonder he hid himself so deeply; as expected of one of the Seventh Prince’s men."

Thinking back, Jiang Feng finally remembered who he was.

He thought back to when he’d fired a sneaky arrow at Chu Yuyan outside the Sun and Moon Building and framed Xiao Ran. Now thinking about it, he felt a chill—if the masked man had been around at the time, with such a powerhouse guarding Sun and Moon Building, would he have been able to escape so easily?

"Dragon Capital truly is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I’ll definitely have to be much more careful in the future. Who knows—maybe some random person I bump into has a powerful background or terrifying skill."

Jiang Feng became extra cautious.

He then searched the masked man’s body,

looking for anything good. Sure enough, on the masked man’s chest and belt, he found a few items.