Xiao Ran snorted coldly.
"I have no ambition in officialdom."
Jiang Feng replied.
"A true man, if not seeking to make achievents, must have other motives. Tell , why do you stay in Zhenbei Prison—what is your real purpose?"
Xiao Ran’s face brimd with anger, glancing at Han Dong with a aningful look.
"What’s wrong with you? Have you forgotten—Jiang Feng saved us!"
Han Dong frowned.
"Dong’Er, I just think that for soone like him to linger in Zhenbei Prison as a Little Prison Chief is truly a waste. Besides, his actions are odd. If we don’t get to the bottom of it, I cannot rest easy."
Xiao Ran argued persistently, his real worry was Jiang Feng and Han Dong growing close.
Jiang Feng, of course, understood Xiao Ran’s intentions.
This guy cos from a powerful background.
His father is King Zhennan, and an Innate Powerhouse at that. He can’t be killed easily; now he knows my strength, and he must have guessed I was the one who sent the ssage with the flying arrow, and the one who thwarted the black-clad assassin in the Prince’s Mansion with a hidden arrow.
In short, he has leverage over .
If he ever colludes with the Second Prince or Seventh Prince, the consequences would be unthinkable.
So Jiang Feng said, "I stay in Zhenbei Prison, willingly serving as a Little Prison Chief, for a reason."
"State your reason!"
Xiao Ran pressed on.
"It’s related to my cultivation technique—requires clearing the heart of desires, avoiding entanglents with won, and observing the warmth and coldness of humanity. Zhenbei Prison happens to be the ideal place for my cultivation."
Jiang Feng replied.
"Clearing the heart, avoiding won—hmph! What cultivation technique do you practice, Child Skill?"
Xiao Ran sneered.
"Tai Chi Longevity Skill."
Jiang Feng answered honestly.
Xiao Ran and Han Dong both looked startled.
Both had heard from the Heir of Prince Jing that Jiang Feng had spent all night at the Academy poring over Tai Chi Longevity Skill, but hadn’t expected he was truly cultivating it.
"Are you aware Tai Chi Longevity Skill takes more than ten years just to reach beginner level?"
Han Dong reminded.
"It’s for precisely this reason that I can’t let myself get entangled in too many affairs—especially romantic entanglents."
Jiang Feng nodded as he spoke.
Han Dong’s expression soured, for so reason Jiang Feng’s answer displeased her.
"Then what cultivation technique were you practicing before? Don’t tell you achieved your current cultivation just from Tai Chi Longevity Skill."
Xiao Ran, still unsatisfied, pressed.
"It was a Health Cultivation Technique, also requires clearing desires and abandoning romantic attachnts."
Jiang Feng answered.
"Can you truly not touch matters of romance?"
Xiao Ran glanced at Han Dong, and asked again.
Jiang Feng understood Xiao Ran was trying to make him say this in front of Han Dong, and replied, "Truly. Otherwise, I’ll never achieve Innate in this life."
"Oh, to beco Innate. Hm, your ambitions seem quite high."
Xiao Ran smiled; Jiang Feng’s answer was very satisfactory. There are n obsessed with martial arts who, to reach higher cultivation, are willing to live out their days in solitude—so even seclude themselves for decades.
Perhaps Jiang Feng is one of those people.
"Dong’Er, let him stay in Zhenbei Prison and cultivate. May he one day beco an Innate Powerhouse."
Xiao Ran said to Han Dong with a smile.
"Alright, I wish you success. As for what happened before, both Xiao Ran and I will try to cover for you—you won’t be implicated."
Han Dong nodded, speaking lightly, yet for so reason she felt uncomfortable, as if she’d just been turned down.
"Thank you, Sister Dong. Thank you, Little Prince. I’ll take my leave."
Jiang Feng cupped his fists in salute, then hurried out, leaving Xiao Ran and Han Dong alone together.
"Dong’Er, Jiang Feng, though his ambitions differ, is a good man at heart. From now on, let’s try not to disturb him."
Xiao Ran said; Jiang Feng’s conduct reassured him greatly.
Even if Jiang Feng was trying to fool him, Han Dong surely understood everything he’d said. Xiao Ran knew Han Dong was proud, and would never rely on Jiang Feng.
"I know. If nothing else, you’d better head back. Too much has happened lately; I need ti to think about how to handle what cos next."
Han Dong nodded.
"Alright. If you need anything, just find . I can help with matters concerning the Second Prince and the Seventh Prince."
Xiao Ran, feeling relaxed and satisfied, departed.
Inside the room.
Han Dong sat alone on the chair.
Jiang Feng’s words seed to echo in her ears.
Clearing the heart of desires.
Keeping away from romantic entanglents.
Romance was the obstacle to his becoming Innate.
Was it the cultivation technique?
Or was that truly how he felt?
Han Dong didn’t know.
But she rembered every word.
These days, she’d co to understand much.
Jiang Feng was the mysterious man standing behind her—he killed Blood Skull, handed the ledger to the Seventh Prince, which drew the wrath of the Second Prince upon her, and set off all that followed—even the destruction of her sect was linked to Jiang Feng.
Though Jiang Feng wasn’t the true culprit,
he had set everything in motion.
Han Dong had raged because of it.
Yet seeing Jiang Feng risk his life to save her, revealing his cultivation and identity, then everything that happened afterward—all tied to cultivation techniques—so she, having thought it through, no longer blad Jiang Feng.
She even kept worrying about his safety.
Now that he’s back unhard,
Han Dong is happy for him too.
"So be it. From now on, we owe each other nothing. I hope you achieve your wish—one day, to beco an Innate Powerhouse."
Han Dong made up her mind.
Her left hand left five clear finger marks on the desk.
In the workshop, Jiang Feng was working ticulously.
After Xiao Ran left,
he checked his panel information.
Na: Jiang Feng
Fortune: 76524
Cultivation Technique: Tai Chi Longevity Skill (Mastery)
Skills: Loulan Slash (Minor Achievent )
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