Jiang Feng returned to the workshop.
Chief Feng used the dicine given by Uncle Fu to revive Lord Zhou.
"Soone who has stayed in Zhenbei Prison for a long ti, 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 dical 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 ca 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 monts, 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, extrely difficult to train to any achievent. 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 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 ho.
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, co in and have a drink!"
Jiang Feng seed 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 to drink; every ti we have yellow rice wine. I wonder if Uncle Fu is accustod 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 just fine."
Uncle Fu answered with a grin.
"That Uncle Fu would co is an honor for . 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 seed 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 n.
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 seed both were rely 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 cris committed.
Hear not sweet words, nor pleas or grievances.
ddle not in court affairs, nor the storms of the martial world.
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 favor you; I never revealed that the Red Lotus Sect Young Master died under your poison needle, nor ntioned it to anyone. The day Lin Yuanfu ca 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 an. I am but a Little Prison Chief, and all those things you ntion are beyond . 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 ti 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 ant to act against him, Jiang Feng might have died countless tis already. For this reason, Jiang Feng preferred not to cross Uncle Fu, treating matters as if neither had discovered the other’s secrets.
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