Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 222 - 155: Uncle Fu, You Won’t Blow Your Cover, Right?

Chapter 222: Chapter 155: Uncle Fu, You Won’t Blow Your Cover, Right?

Jiang Feng returned to the workshop.

Chief Feng used the medicine given by Uncle Fu to revive Lord Zhou.

"Someone who has stayed in Zhenbei Prison for a long time, cultivating a Demon Sect technique—could it be Uncle Fu?"

Jiang Feng mused secretly in his heart.

The old prison doctor, Uncle Fu, had been at Zhenbei Prison for more than twenty years, his medical skills truly miraculous, able to revive those at death’s door. All sorts of rare and difficult illnesses he could treat; there were even people who came to the prison just to seek his help.

Honest and cautious by nature, never stirring up trouble, thus earning deep respect; whether it was Han Dong or Bao Longwei, both had praised him.

Jiang Feng also held him in high regard.

During spare moments, Jiang Feng would chat with him, but he never expected Uncle Fu had cultivated the Prison Guard Health Care Skill to Great Success Level.

One needed to understand, whether it was the Prison Guard Health Care Skill or Prison Guard Long Fist, both were basic martial arts techniques, extremely difficult to train to any achievement. If it weren’t for Jiang Feng’s fortune, he could never in his life have cultivated the Health Care Skill to Great Perfection.

That Uncle Fu had cultivated it to Great Success Level was unheard of by Jiang Feng, unprecedented and unseen; clearly, Uncle Fu had astonishing talent in cultivation. Yet, his use of the Health Care Skill to counter Li Zhang’s probe of soul power—could he truly be a Demon Sect disciple?

"What does it matter who he is, so long as he doesn’t give me trouble."

Jiang Feng reminded himself not to overthink, regardless of Uncle Fu’s true identity. His secrets, Jiang Feng could simply feign ignorance.

When night fell and his shift ended, he went home.

Jiang Feng prepared a pot of yellow rice wine, a dish of his own pickled cabbage, and a small bowl of peanuts, sitting quietly in his room, calming his mind.

As night deepened,

the surrounding power of Heaven and Earth began to stir noticeably.

"Uncle Fu, since you’re here, come in and have a drink!"

Jiang Feng seemed to be talking to himself.

A gentle breeze drifted in.

The tightly closed door cracked open, then shut itself again.

Before Jiang Feng, a figure sat down—it was the old prison doctor, Uncle Fu.

"Uncle Huo often invites me to drink; every time we have yellow rice wine. I wonder if Uncle Fu is accustomed to its taste?"

Jiang Feng poured a bowl of wine for Uncle Fu, grains of rice floating sparsely atop the golden surface.

"To sit and drink with Prison Chief Jiang, any wine suits me just fine."

Uncle Fu answered with a grin.

"That Uncle Fu would come is an honor for me. I toast you."

Jiang Feng raised his bowl.

"Good."

Uncle Fu lifted his bowl as well, and the two bowls brimming with wine touched together.

In that instant,

an invisible wave seemed to spring from their bowls, shaking open Jiang Feng’s tightly latched windows and door. In the room, the power of Heaven and Earth roared; visible whirlwinds circled loudly about the two men.

It was the two of them stirring the power of Heaven and Earth, locked in a silent duel.

Their bowls remained pressed together as they each attempted to control the power within the room, striving to impose themselves over the other.

It seemed both were merely probing the other’s strength.

The whirlwind of Heaven and Earth slowly faded away.

Yet in their wine bowls, the yellow rice wine began to boil.

"Uncle Fu, allow this junior to salute you."

Jiang Feng had now discerned that Uncle Fu was not only an Innate Powerhouse, but had also attained the Innate True Essence Realm.

"The younger generation is truly formidable."

Uncle Fu nodded, clearly having gauged Jiang Feng’s own strength as well.

Both raised their heads and downed their bowls of yellow rice wine in one gulp.

"Ask not of one’s origins, nor of crimes committed.

Hear not sweet words, nor pleas or grievances.

Meddle not in court affairs, nor the storms of the martial world. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Desire not gold, silver, and jewelry, nor divine skills and techniques.

These are the Four Don’ts I penned in the prison; surely you’ve heard of them, Uncle Fu."

Jiang Feng recited the Four Don’ts code.

Uncle Fu nodded. "These Four Don’ts—not only do you speak them, you live them. Even with Han Dong’s high regard, you never relied on her favor to throw your weight around in the prison. It was precisely this that made me favor you; I never revealed that the Red Lotus Sect Young Master died under your poison needle, nor mentioned it to anyone. The day Lin Yuanfu came to escort Black Tiger, when you drugged Black Tiger and set loose his animal nature, he died at the hands of the prison army."

"Uncle Fu, I don’t know what you mean. I am but a Little Prison Chief, and all those things you mention are beyond me. Just as I never knew there were Demon Sect disciples in Zhenbei Prison, nor that Yun Gui Sect and the Seventh Prince were searching for him."

Jiang Feng replied in a muted voice.

He knew Uncle Fu hid in Zhenbei Prison, possessing True Essence Realm cultivation and perception power, surely able to witness many things best left unseen. Jiang Feng, however, was not anxious; like himself, Uncle Fu held secrets in his own hand.

"Hahaha, these old eyes are failing; just now I was rambling. Please, pay it no mind."

Uncle Fu nodded, clearly understanding Jiang Feng harbored no intent to trouble him.

The two continued to drink, exchanging rounds.

By the time the pot of yellow rice wine was finished,

Uncle Fu had disappeared into Willow Alley.

This seemingly peaceful conversation, in truth, masked an undercurrent of wary confrontation. It was no less intense than a full-blown battle in the wild, with Jiang Feng showing his trump cards and fighting Uncle Fu to the blood. Both feared the other, unwilling to provoke each other.

"Dragon Capital truly is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers."

Jiang Feng recalled the day Xiao Zhan pursued Liu Jinhu; even in the Dragon Capital’s slums, several Innate powerhouses ascended to watch the commotion. He’d never imagined Zhenbei Prison also concealed an expert like Uncle Fu.

Moreover, the man’s identity was that of a Demon Sect disciple.

Still, Jiang Feng was not worried that Uncle Fu would expose him.

The other party knew his secrets long ago; if he ever meant to act against him, Jiang Feng might have died countless times already. For this reason, Jiang Feng preferred not to cross Uncle Fu, treating matters as if neither had discovered the other’s secrets.