Jiang Feng glanced again at the blueprint detailing the main points of the Divine Arrow technique.
This blueprint definitely originated from the hands of the Divine Arrow Army.
He was contemplating whether or not to study it.
If he mastered it and was discovered stealing Divine Arrow Army's archery technique, would it bring trouble?
He pondered carefully for a moment.
Jiang Feng decided—I'll learn it!
Archery, unlike other divine skill methods, didn't have many distinct symbolic features.
A true Divine Archer is forged through countless harsh training and years of relentless practice, progressing step by step.
This Divine Arrow blueprint only recorded the key points to becoming a Divine Archer and some insights from seasoned veterans.
Even if Jiang Feng perfectly grasped it—
Firing an arrow, piercing a willow at a hundred paces—
No one could easily judge that he had stolen the Divine Arrow technique of the Divine Arrow Army.
After all, there are numerous Divine Archers in the world. Even the leader of the Divine Arrow Army would never dare claim that every Divine Archer in the world came from them.
Jiang Feng checked his status panel.
Name: Jiang Feng
Fortune: 873
Cultivation Technique: Prison Guard Health Care Skill (Minor Achievement)
Skills: Prison Guard Long Fist (Proficient+) Divine Arrow+
Realm: Sixth Grade (Refining Organs)
Divine Power: Immortality
Noticing Divine Arrow had been learned, Jiang Feng felt a surge of joy within.
A month ago, his Fortune was less than five hundred. After refusing to whip prisoners, he gathered over a hundred points within a month, and before tonight, it had barely reached six hundred.
Now it had soared to 873—mainly because killing Li Wei resolved a huge danger, causing a sharp increase.
Seeing a plus sign behind both Prison Guard Long Fist and Divine Arrow—
Jiang Feng hesitated a bit in his heart.
He knew raising Prison Guard Long Fist's level took five hundred Fortune Points. As for Divine Arrow, he had no idea how many it would cost.
Thinking that Divine Arrow could allow him to attack enemies from afar, catching them off guard—
Jiang Feng decided to try and see how much Fortune was needed to level up Divine Arrow.
He first added one hundred Fortune Points to Divine Arrow.
Divine Arrow (Beginner+)
Jiang Feng added another hundred Fortune Points.
Divine Arrow (Beginner+)
Nothing changed.
He then added another hundred.
Losing three hundred Fortune Points at once, Jiang Feng felt a bit pained.
Divine Arrow (Beginner+)
At this point, Jiang Feng already started to regret it.
Still, he added yet another hundred Fortune Points.
Now, a total of four hundred Fortune Points had been spent, only 473 left, and the plus sign behind Prison Guard Long Fist vanished.
Thankfully, there was finally a change on the status panel.
Name: Jiang Feng
Fortune: 473
Cultivation Technique: Prison Guard Health Care Skill (Minor Achievement)
Skills: Prison Guard Long Fist (Proficient) Divine Arrow (Proficient)
Realm: Sixth Grade (Refining Organs)
Divine Power: Immortality
Jiang Feng picked up Li Wei's great bow, pulled the arrow from Li Wei's abdomen, then stood in the kitchen, drew the bow and noosed the arrow towards an abandoned clay jar on a thatched roof about a hundred meters away out the window.
"Whoosh!"
Arrow in hand—
At the instant Jiang Feng drew the bowstring, it was as if his mind and heart became one. Without much aiming, he loosed the arrow.
"Bang!"
A crisp crack sounded and faded instantly.
Direct hit.
"At least my four hundred Fortune Points weren't wasted. My skill should be about the same as Li Wei's; I can pierce a willow at a hundred steps."
Jiang Feng muttered softly.
He then hurried to dispose of Li Wei's corpse and wiped away all traces of the fight from the courtyard and inside the room.
He burned the Divine Arrow blueprint and threw Li Wei's great bow into the river.
He didn't dare keep the great bow, and trying to sell it at the black market might get him marked.
Best just to toss it.
When he finished all these things, dawn was already approaching. Jiang Feng went to the carpenter, bought a door, installed it, and hurried to Zhenbei Prison.
As usual, Jiang Feng did his job honestly and diligently.
Prisoners in Zhenbei Prison were being escorted in and out as always.
After Yang Rusong's family was executed, the Emperor flew into a rage in the Dragon Capital. All the ministers in court were trembling with fear, and no one dared provoke trouble—Jiang Feng's workload decreased a lot as a result.
For quite some time, the Dragon Capital was peaceful.
A few days later, Jiang Feng decided to visit the black market to buy a great bow of his own.
Originally, he wanted to have a craftsman make a custom great bow; but he discovered that for a bow suited for a Sixth Grade cultivator, the smiths in the Dragon Capital would need to register and record the order.
Otherwise, no craftsman would dare make one easily.
So he had no choice but to go to the black market, and check if there were any other useful items while he was there.
The black market was open twenty-four hours a day.
Jiang Feng put on a disguise, transforming from a rookie youth into a middle-aged uncle.
Upon arriving at the black market entrance—
He saw martial artists guarding the doors.
Inside the market, there were also patrolling guards moving about.
They were all members of the Black Banner Army.
The Black Banner Army was the force that maintained black market order.
Rumor has it the leader of the Black Banner Army is a disciple of a certain prince.
The local rules were simple—
No matter what you had, you could sell it here. The prices were always cheaper than outside.
But the black market made no promises about authenticity.
If trouble arose, grudges or disputes, they were settled outside. The black market was not responsible.
If anyone dared to use force inside, without exception they'd be hung up on the flagpole by the gate. It was said that several Upper Third-Grade Martial Artists had been hung up there.
Basically, no one had ever gotten away clean after causing a scene here.
Jiang Feng didn't linger at the entrance and walked right in.
The Black Banner Army members gave him only a bland glance, without questioning or inspecting him.
This, too, was one of the rules here—
As long as you came to do business, no one was turned away.
Even if you were wanted by the court, you wouldn't be stopped.
Of course, if you thought you could hide here forever, that was another story.
The market offered all kinds of wares—
Poisons, hidden weapons, traps, elixirs, arms, cultivation methods, martial arts... The shadier, the more common they appeared here.
Jiang Feng was drawn to a stall selling cultivation and martial arts manuals.
He lacked a body martial arts technique.
If he could buy a suitable one for his rank, that would be ideal.
He saw an old book titled "Wind-Chasing Step." He picked it up at once to check it out.
This book, Wind-Chasing Step, was about a finger thick. Only the first two pages could be flipped; the rest were sewn up, requiring a purchase (and thread to be removed) to see the rest.
"You have a good eye, sir! This Wind-Chasing Step is an upper-grade body technique, I'll be honest—an old eunuch stole it out of the palace, it's a real treasure!"
The stall owner, a tall and skinny man in his thirties with a red birthmark at his right eye, hurried to introduce when he saw Jiang Feng leafing through the Wind-Chasing Step book.
Before Jiang Feng could finish the second page, he put the book back after glancing at the first, and turned to look at other stalls for treasure.
As a Sixth Grade martial artist—he'd seen the world, and could spot a fake body technique at a glance.
"Don't leave! If you don't want the body technique, maybe try this 'One Yang Finger'?"
The vendor shouted after him, but Jiang Feng ignored him.
"Damn, a fresh fish, but dares to pretend to be an old hand at my place. Just you wait!"
Seeing Jiang Feng not looking back, the tall skinny stall owner muttered coldly to himself.
Because his cultivation and martial arts manuals were all scams, his reputation was shot to hell. Only newcomers ever shopped his stall, and he always paid special attention to such fresh faces—hoping to bag an easy catch.