"Forget it, I won’t stoop to a Little Prison Chief’s level."
The noble youth in brocade sighed quietly and gradually disappeared from Jiang Feng’s view.
Jiang Feng was at a loss.
He had clearly sensed hostility from the youth earlier. For soone who could enter the academy, his status was definitely not simple—Jiang Feng certainly didn’t want to make an enemy out of him.
Just as he was pondering how to defuse the brocade youth’s animosity—
The anger on the young man’s face abruptly vanished, as if he completely disregarded Jiang Feng, and he quickly left.
Jiang Feng hurriedly checked his Fortune Point.
Fortune: 11334
He’d actually gained over four hundred.
"It must be because I didn’t take his advice and insisted on reading both the Tai Chi Longevity Skill and Loulan Slash in their entirety. Especially Loulan Slash—he kindly explained when I personally asked him, but I went my own way anyway. He probably feels like I played him.
As for why he’d let off..."
Jiang Feng glanced at the group of guards still gossiping about him—noticing that the words ’Little Prison Chief’ were obvious.
He didn’t linger and quickly left too.
Once he’d returned to Zhenbei Prison—
Jiang Feng first handed the Identity Token back to Han Dong.
"Did you gain anything?"
Han Dong asked.
"Yeah, gained a lot."
Jiang Feng nodded emphatically.
"What books did you read?"
Han Dong grew interested.
"Uh..."
Jiang Feng’s brain spun fast. Thinking of the guards’ and the brocade youth’s reactions, if he confessed to Han Dong that he’d spent an entire day reading just Tai Chi Longevity Skill and Loulan Slash, she might not be able to stop herself from scolding him.
"So cultivation insights from renowned seniors. Too bad the books on the first floor are all incomplete. Still, even so, they helped a lot."
Jiang Feng replied vaguely.
"Only the books at the very top of the academy are complete. Even I can only get to the third floor myself."
Han Dong explained.
"The guards said, Sister Dong can only visit the academy twice a year, so..."
Jiang Feng didn’t know how to thank Han Dong.
"Who said I can only go in twice a year? This Commander still has rits. I can go whenever I want. Alright, get back to your business!"
Han Dong said with disdain, waving him away and shooing Jiang Feng out.
Jiang Feng quietly made a note of it, turned and went back to the workshop. He understood clearly—Han Dong made it sound easy, but it’s no small feat to earn those rits.
He still owed this favor.
"Roar!"
Just as he got back to the workshop, Jiang Feng heard the Black Tiger howling again.
"Beast!"
"Quiet!"
So Prison Guards were shouting and beating it.
"Damn, I got so caught up searching for cultivation and martial arts techniques that I forgot to look for a book about dirty tricks, to finish off the Black Tiger."
Jiang Feng’s face changed slightly as he stood in the workroom.
Black Tiger is a huge nace.
He must get rid of it.
"A beast is just a beast—really wild. It roars and howls every day, drives people crazy."
"Just bear with it—after today, tomorrow the Demon Suppression Bureau’s people will co take it away."
Voices of Chief Wang and Chief Ma ca through.
The two had just disciplined Black Tiger along with so Prison Guards, and now returned to the workshop.
"Prison Chief Jiang!"
Seeing Jiang Feng, both greeted him simultaneously.
Jiang Feng nodded, then asked, "Old Ma, you just said the Demon Suppression Bureau’s people are coming to fetch Black Tiger tomorrow—is that true?"
"Yes, the Captain told us personally—let’s just endure for one more day,"
Chief Ma replied.
"That beast’s fierce, but its pelt is sleek black and shiny, four or five ters long—a great choice for guarding a house! Once the Demon Suppression Bureau takes it away, who knows which young lord it’ll end up with?"
Chief Wang was envious.
Imagining taming Black Tiger and always having such a beast as a bodyguard on outings—what an impressive thing that would be.
"Old Wang, what did you just say?"
Jiang Feng asked in alarm.
"Prison Chief Jiang... did I say sothing wrong?"
Chief Wang looked nervous.
"No, I just ant—do all demon beasts taken by the Demon Suppression Bureau end up with so young lord?"
Jiang Feng realized he’d startled Chief Wang and hurried to clarify.
"Not necessarily, but Black Tiger is big and has a fine pelt. There’ll be no shortage of young lords fighting over it,"
Chief Wang quietly sighed in relief.
"And it’s not just young lords. Plenty of the higher-ups keep fierce beasts at ho—even demon beasts. Of course, every household needs to have a Beast Master,"
Chief Ma chid in.
He and Chief Wang had served at Zhenbei Prison for more than ten years, working through all three levels. They’d heard plenty and knew quite a lot.
"I see. Take a break, I’ll go patrol outside."
Jiang Feng left the workshop.
He once again passed by Black Tiger’s cell.
"Roar!"
Just after being disciplined and beaten into submission, Black Tiger slled Jiang Feng, shot to its feet in the cage, bared its fangs at him, roaring furiously.
"Beast, feeling itchy, huh?"
"Hit it!"
"Careful, don’t kill it. The Demon Suppression Bureau’s people are coming tomorrow."
Several Little Prison Guards leapt up, special implents in hand, jabbing them through the cell at the Black Tiger inside.
"Roar!"
Jiang Feng watched from the doorway as Black Tiger, incensed, swatted the implents apart with its claws. Long iron needles jabbed it, but instead of cowering at the back like usual, it now charged desperately for the cage’s exit.
"Damn, look at that ferocity, must have been driven mad,"
A Little Prison Guard whose tool had been smashed by Black Tiger comnted ruefully.
Jiang Feng took it all in, then turned away. Not long after he left, Black Tiger’s furious roars grew weaker and weaker, until eventually only heavy breathing remained.
"Shit, it really rembers ,"
Jiang Feng’s face was unpleasant.
He’d thought the Black Tiger would be taken away soday, but never imagined it would be so soon, and by the Demon Suppression Bureau at that—where there are more than a few Beast Masters!
Worse still, Black Tiger’s sleek pelt, solid body, and strength ant a pack of young lords would be clamoring to claim it.
Jiang Feng could almost guarantee—the Second Prince would be sure to bring this Black Tiger back; even if he had to keep it sowhere isolated, he wouldn’t let anyone else have it.
In just a few days, with a Beast Master’s help,
The Second Prince would discover that Jiang Feng had taken the ledger.
"What the hell am I supposed to do?"
Jiang Feng wracked his brains.
He knew he couldn’t kill Black Tiger inside Zhenbei Prison.
"Poison needles!"
"Slow poison!"
"After it’s gone, the poison will act and kill it—that will solve everything."
"No—a Half-Tiger Demon as strong as an Upper Third-Grade Martial Artist suddenly dying? The Demon Suppression Bureau would never let it go—they’ll definitely investigate."
Jiang Feng admitted to himself he was no poison master, he couldn’t silently kill Black Tiger. Poison wouldn’t work.
"Wait, if I can’t use poison, maybe there’s sothing else."
Just as he was at his wit’s end—
A spark of inspiration flashed in his mind.
He thought of an idea.
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