Jiang Feng chose Divine Arrow.
He could only choose Divine Arrow.
Because improving Divine Arrow was the only way to ensure he could kill Cao Zhengyang safely.
As for whether Han Dong would get suspicious, that was not Jiang Feng’s concern right now.
Jiang Feng put three thousand Fortune Points into Divine Arrow.
The panel information changed again.
Na: Jiang Feng
Fortune Point: 275
Cultivation Technique: Prison Guard Health Care Skill (Great Perfection)
Skills: Prison Guard Long Fist (Minor Achievent) Divine Arrow (Minor Achievent) Monkey Escape (Great Perfection)
Realm: Third Grade (Refining Divinity)
Divine Power: Immortality
Jiang Feng saw that Divine Arrow, as he wished, leveled up.
Right now he wanted nothing more than to find the Overlord Bow, try it out, and see how his archery asured up—how did he compare to the Commander of the Divine Arrow Army?
In the end Jiang Feng forced himself to calm down.
He steadied his breath.
He tried to use the Prison Guard Health Care Skill to stabilize his qi and blood.
He recalled when Han Dong had made a breakthrough last ti.
He had sensed it as soon as he saw her. Although Han Dong hadn’t concealed her qi and blood, Jiang Feng had to hide even deeper and absolutely could not let anyone notice.
Especially Han Dong.
If not, once Cao Zhengyang died, suspicion would fall straight onto him.
Fortunately, the Prison Guard Health Care Skill was a Health Cultivation Technique that greatly tempered Jiang Feng’s state of mind. Although cultivation advanced slowly, it helped him control his qi and blood, allowing him to beco completely still.
On the surface, he looked no different from an ordinary person.
When Jiang Feng had finally settled his aura,
Cao Zhengyang returned to Zhenbei Prison.
He went to report to Han Dong, stating that everything had passed and that he had shouldered all the trouble himself.
Han Dong had already expected this.
She reminded Cao Zhengyang to be honest in the future and not to fight among themselves.
Cao Zhengyang thanked her repeatedly. After returning to his own courtyard, his expression began to twist.
The Second Prince hadn’t killed him.
But he was still dragged into the power struggle among the princes. If the Second Prince seized power, he’d hit the fast track—but if the prince lost, he, Cao Zhengyang, wouldn’t end up well either.
He was tied to the Second Prince’s ship now. In the future, he’d inevitably need to help the Second Prince deal with shady matters.
Though he’d found backing,
he was no longer his own man.
"Jiang Feng, just you wait. I won’t let you off."
"And Han Dong—you think you can keep down for long?"
The more Cao Zhengyang thought about it, the angrier he got; malice welled in his heart.
Thinking back carefully, Cao Zhengyang beca ever more convinced Han Dong and Jiang Feng were working together, that perhaps Han Dong had sent Jiang Feng to the black market for the Five Poison Grass with Wang Qisheng’s Identity Token.
In the bureaucracy, it was common for a superior to suppress a newcor.
Cao Zhengyang thought—he had once been Commander of the Divine Arrow Army, a Fourth Grade Essence Refining martial artist, and was suddenly transferred to beco Vice Commander at Zhenbei Prison. Of course Han Dong felt threatened.
For Han Dong to use Wang Qisheng against him made perfect sense.
He didn’t believe that Jiang Feng—a lowly Prison Chief—could sche that deeply. Without Han Dong’s order, how could Jiang Feng have gotten away with everything?
"Bitch, just you wait!"
Cao Zhengyang made up his mind to take down Han Dong.
The next day.
Cao Zhengyang was caned a hundred tis.
Prison Director Bao Longwei personally oversaw it and ordered that no one tend to Cao Zhengyang’s injuries; he had to recuperate on his own. Cao Zhengyang dared not refuse but inwardly cursed Jiang Feng, Han Dong, and even Bao Longwei dozens of tis apiece.
With Cao Zhengyang as the scapegoat,
Bao Longwei didn’t even pay attention to Jiang Feng. As the big boss of Zhenbei Prison, there was no way his focus would rest on Jiang Feng—a re prison guard making mistakes would be left to the underlings to handle.
He just had to keep an eye on the Commanders and Supervisors.
Just like that,
Cao Zhengyang lay in his courtyard for seven or eight days.
Many tis, Jiang Feng almost couldn’t resist going in and taking him out for good.
He cleaned toilets every day,
obediently stayed in Zhenbei Prison, and waited for Cao Zhengyang to get back on his feet. When Cao Zhengyang was able to walk and ca out for rounds, if Jiang Feng ran into him, he did what he always did: acted humble and respectful, even finding ways to plead, "Sir, everything’s my fault; please forgive ."
And every day, Cao Zhengyang went through the motions.
He neither ward up to nor ignored Jiang Feng, acting as if nothing had happened and maintaining a steady, peaceful interaction.
In no ti, a month passed.
Jiang Feng continued living in Zhenbei Prison, cleaning the toilets every morning, staying cautious around Cao Zhengyang.
Recently, he’d seen Cao Zhengyang leave Zhenbei Prison a few tis, sotis not returning until the next night.
No telling if he was out on errands for the Second Prince.
Jiang Feng remained vigilant.
Another month went by. Jiang Feng obeyed Han Dong’s ban, staying in Zhenbei Prison the whole ti. His skin beca paler, almost glossy with cleanliness thanks to the Prison Guard Health Care Skill—not illness-pale, but a dashing fairness. Put him in fine robes and he looked every bit the handso young nobleman.
Uncle Huo invited him for a drink several tis.
Jiang Feng found excuses to decline each ti.
Recently, Jiang Feng had kept his distance from Uncle Huo on purpose, so as not to involve him.
And in the past month,
Cao Zhengyang rarely left Zhenbei Prison, and even when he did, it was for brief trips.
Soon, another twenty days passed.
There were only ten days left of Han Dong’s three-month ban on Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng was itching for action, waiting for the chance to kill Cao Zhengyang.
And today, Cao Zhengyang again left Zhenbei Prison.
He asked Han Dong for a leave of absence.
Three days later, Cao Zhengyang returned. Jiang Feng could clearly feel a change—Cao Zhengyang had been low-key and careful for the past two months, dutiful and cautious.
But this ti,
he radiated confidence from the inside out, acting with more arrogance—even his attitude toward Han Dong was no longer as humble as before.
It was as if he now had so powerful backing.
Jiang Feng felt sothing was off.
His instinct was that maybe Cao Zhengyang had broken through at this critical mont. But several days passed, and he heard nothing—if Cao Zhengyang had advanced to an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist with his circumstances, he would definitely have reported it to the Prison Director,
to receive a comndation from the Court and get promoted, putting him on equal footing with Han Dong in Zhenbei Prison.
But two, three, four days went by and there was still no news.
Until the fifth day,
An imperial eunuch ca from the Imperial Palace to Zhenbei Prison.
To read out the imperial decree to Cao Zhengyang.
"By the will of Heaven and command of the Emperor, I cannot bear to let talent go to waste. I hereby restore Cao Zhengyang to his previous post. He is to return imdiately to the Divine Arrow Army as Commander. Thus decreed!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty! Long live the Emperor!"
Cao Zhengyang accepted the decree.
He was reinstated as Commander of the Divine Arrow Army—his official rank now matched Han Dong’s.
At the mont he took the decree, he was filled with unprecedented confidence and smiled as he nodded at Han Dong. All the Captains, Supervisors, Han Dong, and even the Prison Director of Zhenbei Prison ca forward to congratulate him.
Jiang Feng returned quietly to his workroom. He knew Cao Zhengyang’s reinstatent was definitely the Second Prince’s work.
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