Undercurrents were surging in Dragon Capital.
Jiang Feng returned to Willow Alley.
He took out the cowhide scroll once again.
The cultivation technique on the cowhide scroll was actually translated from the Demon Slaying Skill and the Five Poison Grass.
A technique that surpasses the Celestial Extre.
Jiang Feng was ambitious.
He wanted to look through it thoroughly and incorporate it into his panel.
"Hmm... Impossible!"
Yet, as his eyes t the characters again,
Jiang Feng felt a piercing pain in his eyes.
It seed as if invisible flas were scorching his eyes.
After a while,
his eyes were swollen.
Tears flowed freely.
He quickly closed the cowhide scroll.
"What kind of cultivation technique is this, that even with my current strength, I cannot look at it directly?"
Jiang Feng exclaid.
"Forget it, I’ll hide it for now and wait until my strength improves before looking at it. There’s no rush."
Eventually, Jiang Feng abandoned the thought of continuing to look at it.
He possessed boundless and lightless skill.
If he can’t look at it now, he will be able to soday.
It’s not worth injuring himself now just to record it into his panel, it’s unnecessary.
The next day.
To be precise,
about an hour later.
The sky was bright.
It was ti for Jiang Feng to report to Zhenbei Prison for duty.
"Xiao Jiang, what’s wrong with your eyes? Didn’t sleep well last night?"
Jiang Feng t Uncle Huo at the entrance of the alley.
"Hmm, so dust got in, it’s fine, it’ll be better soon."
Jiang Feng replied casually.
"Why do I feel like you saw sothing you shouldn’t have, and that’s why your eyes are like this? Next ti, rember to take along!"
Old Huo teased.
Jiang Feng’s expression froze.
Saw sothing he shouldn’t have.
The speaker was unintentional, the listener had intention.
Uncle Huo’s teasing words hit Jiang Feng like a bolt of lightning.
"Hey, why are you dazing there? Don’t tell I really guessed right. Who did you peep at while bathing, moving from Chaoyang Alley to Willow Alley all of a sudden, I just knew there’s soone you’re thinking about in Willow Alley."
Thinking he was right, Uncle Huo chuckled happily, circling Jiang Feng.
"Uncle Huo, stop teasing , it’s not what you think, let’s hurry up or we’ll be late."
Jiang Feng pretended to act as if he was caught by Uncle Huo, quickly leaving.
"If you really fancy so girl, tell , I’ll help you diate."
Uncle Huo, as if opening a box of gossip, kept digging all the way.
Jiang Feng had no choice but to quicken his pace to Zhenbei Prison.
"Giddy-up!"
At this mont, several carriages hurriedly passed the street outside Willow Alley.
Books kept falling off the carriage.
The coachman seed unaware or was doing it intentionally, whipping the horses and quickly disappearing.
"Hey, what’s going on, have these books been discarded?"
Uncle Huo was attracted by the books on the ground.
"Haha, if no one wants them, then it’s my luck, just right for picking up so and using them in the outhouse."
Uncle Huo dashed over, scrambling for books with a crowd.
The toilet paper at his ho was made from discarded pulp dried in the sun, very rough yellow paper, a few days ago, Little Huowa’s bottom was even scraped to bleeding, picking these books back, to use as toilet paper is quite a luxury for Uncle Huo and common folks.
"Why would soone throw books off the carriage?"
Jiang Feng felt puzzled.
He clearly saw the books falling off weren’t because the carriage was too fast, but soone was intentionally throwing them down from inside the carriage.
He turned to look at the streets and alleys.
The books were strewn all along the way.
Plenty of people rushed out to pick them up.
Many were like Uncle Huo, hoping to pick up so to use as toilet paper. But so were curious, picking them up and intently reading them, and when the literate ones saw the content, quite a few changed their expressions and hastily threw the books on the ground, then quickly ran away.
"Xiao Jiang, aren’t you picking up so to use at ho?"
Uncle Huo held a dozen books and approached Jiang Feng.
He was wearing a prison guard uniform, no one dared compete with him for books, so he returned with a full load.
Jiang Feng noticed those who fled after reading the books.
His curiosity got the better of him, so he took one from Uncle Huo to read.
This read, Jiang Feng was taken aback.
The contents of the book were clearly the list from the Dark Hall.
He then grabbed several more from Uncle Huo to read.
Besides the list,
there were task contents as well.
"This... Could it be the Seventh Prince had soone copy them overnight, intentionally scatter these books all over Dragon Capital, wanting to expose this to the public, forcing the Emperor’s hand, and intending to oust the Second Prince."
Jiang Feng speculated inside.
"This move is brilliant, starting with a powerful attack, let’s see how the Second Prince can stay out of trouble, even if not fatal, he’d be skinned."
Jiang Feng was full of admiration for the Seventh Prince.
He knew the Dark Hall committed countless misdeeds.
Many families have been ruined over the years, those surviving victims might eagerly stand out upon seeing these contents to testify against the Second Prince.
"Xiao Jiang, why are you smiling? Is there a problem with the book?"
Uncle Huo felt puzzled.
He imdiately took out a book to read.
"Uncle Huo, they’re all nonsense, throw them away!"
Jiang Feng threw the book to the ground.
"Uh... This... What bad luck, to even dare to put the Prison Director and Lord Chief of Prison’s nas in here."
Uncle Huo randomly flipped to a page.
Upon seeing the contents, his face changed dramatically.
He hurriedly threw the dozen or so books he was holding to the ground.
"What did you say?"
Jiang Feng felt curious.
He caught a book that Uncle Huo had just thrown away.
"All nonsense, don’t bother reading, let’s go!"
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