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Chapter 1010 - Chapter 1010: Chapter 1011 The Heartbeat of that Instant

Chapter 1010: Chapter 1011 The Heartbeat of that Instant

Gazi was stunned the moment he laid eyes on Yu Qingzhu: he swore that in his entire life before this, he had never seen such a heart-throbbing girl.

Indeed, she was not just pretty, but…beautiful to the point of making one feel ashamed of themselves, evoking an unobtainable reverence.

At that instant, he even somewhat regretted why he had to give her trouble, preventing her from entering the estate.

However, the very next moment, he readjusted his mindset: what’s done is done, after all, he was just following his heart.

As for the girl being pretty, what does that have to do with me?

Yu Qingzhu didn’t spare him any pretense, acting as though she didn’t see him at all. Under the guidance of the Little Celestial Master, she entered the front building.

At this moment, Feng Jun was communicating with the Kunlun Great Elder on WeChat. They had previously discussed repairing the damaged Magical Treasures of Kunlun, exchanging four broken ones for a good one. He had also taken photos of the list of Magical Treasures.

A couple of days ago, Kunlun had passed a resolution internally to agree on a three-to-one exchange with Feng Jun. They were unwilling to do four-to-one.

As the Great Elder put it, the disciples within the sect all believed that these items were obtained in exchange for their ancestors’ lives. Even if damaged, they could not be sold cheaply, so he was also in no position to refute this.

Such fickleness on his part made Feng Jun feel somewhat annoyed: three-to-one? Then I’m not interested.

Once he showed disinterest, the Great Elder grew anxious, saying that he could provide Magic Artifacts that were not too severely damaged.

Feng Jun was reluctant to agree, but thinking of Zhuang Shuai, and knowing Kunlun’s covert long-term cultivation in the capital, he brought up this man and said if you can dig out the mastermind behind the scenes, I won’t mind the occasional three-to-one exchange.

The Great Elder agreed cheerfully and then proceeded to analyze with him the properties, degree of damage, and repairability of each Magical Treasure.

The two were discussing these matters when Shen Qingyi, who had learned the news from someone, came looking from the Bamboo Forest, standing by and watching him chat on WeChat.

Feng Jun was quite satisfied with Shen Qingyi’s performance these past two days. Seeing her approach, he spoke up, “If we’re going to repair those damaged Magic Artifacts, you’ll have to personally make a trip to Kunlun and bring the items back.”

He didn’t restrict her freedom because it was unnecessary; she had the entire Kunlun vouching for her.

Shen Qingyi remained silent for a long while before finally asking, “Is that Rope Lasso of yours the real Binding Immortal Rope?”

Kunlun had always called their own Rope Lasso the Binding Immortal Rope, but in reality, it wasn’t even a counterfeit. Its true name was Ruthless Rope, created by a female Qi Refinement Realm cultivator from Qilian, intended to bind the man she fancied, keeping him bound for forty-nine years.

The man died of depression in the end, and the female cultivator also let go of the mortal coil, touching the rope and sighing before her death, “Though the path is heartless, it bears sentiment after all.”

Shen Qingyi was not surprised that Feng Jun knew this story; what intrigued her more was Feng Jun’s Immortal Binding Rope.

“How could it be the Binding Immortal Rope?” Feng Jun shook his head, answering nonchalantly, “Nothing can escape its bind below the Out of Mortal Phase, but against a Golden Core, it’s useless.”

“Golden Core…” Shen Qingyi fell silent again before saying after a long time, “What about that Green Small Bell you have? Is that a Magical Treasure too?”

Feng Jun shot her an exasperated look, then shook his Mobile Phone, “I say, your Great Elder talks to me with all due respect, addressing me as ‘Master’. Yet, you speak to me quite casually.”

“Please forgive me, Master Feng,” Shen Qingyi took a step back, respectfully clasping her hands and bowing deeply, “The Daoist was merely overexcited upon seeing something of interest, momentarily losing composure, but it was not intentional.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Feng Jun waved his hand, feigning magnanimity, “I’m not keen on these formalities either, but since you’re seeking knowledge, you ought to have the demeanor of one seeking guidance… after all, ‘one should not transmit the teachings lightly’, right?”

“Correct,” Shen Qingyi nodded her head. She genuinely agreed with this point; she was known for her aloofness in Kunlun not just because of her high self-esteem but also because she had been deeply immersed in cultivation, hardly understanding worldly sentiments.

Since Feng Jun deemed her behavior somewhat disrespectful, she would follow his lead, “Master Feng, is that Green Small Bell you have a Magical Treasure too?”

“Yes,” Feng Jun nodded, “It’s for use at the Out of Mortal Phase. Those at the Qi Refinement Realm would hardly manage to control it.”

Shen Qingyi blinked her eyes, “You seem to have… quite a few of such Magical Treasures and Artifacts?”

While Feng Jun was willing to answer some questions, it didn’t mean he had to respond to every inquiry, and so he replied bluntly, “At least, those damaged Magical Treasures of your Kunlun–I don’t even bother looking at them.”

As he spoke, he rose from his seat, “I’m going to check on Ren Zhixiang.”

He was located somewhere between the valley and a small courtyard, growing more and more accustomed to being alone in this place. The Spirit Gathering Arrays in the valley and the back courtyard were no longer sufficient for his cultivation needs; they were only for a slight replenishment of Spiritual Energy in times of deficiency.

Walking into the courtyard, he immediately saw Li Shishi standing at the entrance of the front building, “Eh, why aren’t you cultivating?”

Assistant Xiao Li kept making eyes at him, and only when he approached did she speak in a low voice, “It’s the girl from the coffee shop.”

She had seen Yu Qingzhu before; at that time, she was a waitress at the coffee shop, and it was there that she had met Feng Jun.

Feng Jun blinked, his heartbeat accelerating slightly; that girl… she seemed to be called Yu Qingzhu?

The first time he met her, he was in the lowest period of his life, not daring to take a second glance at her. In fact, he was well aware that even in his most glorious days, he was not qualified to harbor any designs on her.

Yet, it was precisely her aloofness that made her unforgettable to him.

For a long time thereafter, he would inadvertently think of that girl, that light yellow princess dress.

He had to admit that, deep in his heart, there was an ambition to conquer this girl.

But times change, and now he was much different from before. Although still steadfast in his tastes for beautiful girls, as his status had risen, that previously strong obsession had faded somewhat.

Thinking of that light yellow princess dress still quickened his heartbeat, but… that was all there was to it.

If she hadn’t taken the initiative to come to him, he might have completely forgotten about her at some future moment, instead of taking advantage of his new status to seek her out for marriage or something.

He adjusted his mood slightly and nodded, “Alright, I understand… go cultivate if there’s nothing else.”

Li Shishi shook her head, “Several servers are about to be delivered, I need to go receive them.”

“Okay,” Feng Jun nodded, heading towards the door while casually responding, “Remember to tell the people at the gate, if they continue to obstruct the manor’s comings and goings, they’ll bear the consequences. Do they really think we’re afraid of them?”

In the lobby of the front building, Ren Zhixiang sat on a sofa, puffing on an electronic cigarette. His clothes were wrinkled and looked somewhat dirty, and there were two not-so-obvious swellings on his face.

Feng Jun glanced at his electronic cigarette and shook his head with a smile, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up, “Since you’re in the recovery period from a stroke, why not just quit smoking altogether instead of puffing on that electronic cigarette?”

“I can’t quit,” Ren Zhixiang laughed, rubbing his swollen right cheek, “Great master, even you, a being like a deity, can’t give up smoking, then us ordinary folks… should follow your esteemed example.”

Feng Jun had only made a casual comment. Since the other party didn’t listen, he wouldn’t nag, “Your possessions don’t qualify you as an ordinary folk, and ordinary folks wouldn’t dare to consider running a Stroke Rehabilitation Center… You seem to have quite the timely information.”

When he said the words “Stroke Rehabilitation Center,” an astonished security guard in the corner of the lobby glanced at Ren Zhixiang.

Ren Zhixiang replied with a smile, “I’ve spent some money here as well, to have someone keep an eye out… How much land can you give me?”

“For that, you’ll need to talk to Director Yang,” Feng Jun waved his hand, “She was the one who secured the land, I can’t make decisions for her… Actually, I’m too busy to deal with it.”

Ren Zhixiang understood the power structure of the manor quite well. He replied with a smile, “Director Yang is high and mighty, I have to report here first before I dare to speak to her.”

Feng Jun nodded slightly, “As long as it’s not for profit, she’s quite amenable… Did the people at the gate give you that bruise?”

After discussing important matters, only then would one discuss injuries, a different status indeed.

Ren Zhixiang shook his head, honestly responding, “I got it from a fall on the ground, thankfully no broken skin… Took a heavy punch to the back of my head.”

Feng Jun nodded casually, “Demand compensation from them. If you are unsatisfied, you may blacklist certain individuals from entering the Rehabilitation Center.”

Hearing this, the security guard couldn’t help but leave quietly.

Ren Zhixiang glanced at him dismissively and then back at Feng Jun, “A blacklist… Would that work against them?”

“Hehe,” Feng Jun burst into a somewhat malicious laugh, “You’ll find out soon.”

Before even finishing his cigarette, Elder Yu appeared, shakily walking out with the support of others.

Ren Zhixiang only needed one look to understand the situation–he had seen too many stroke patients. Side-tilting his head, he sent a questioning look to Feng Jun: Who is this?

Feng Jun’s heart couldn’t help but race, finally seeing that once perfect beauty of his mind’s eye.

He thought he could remain indifferent, but ultimately… he couldn’t.

Fortunately, he managed to mask it quite well. Feeling Ren Zhixiang’s gaze, he returned it with a faint smile and a slight nod.

Ren Zhixiang quickly guessed that this distinguished elderly man must be the reason he had been pushed to the ground at the door.

As a successful man, the recent experience had been humiliating, yet he maintained a certain goodwill towards others with the same ailment. So, with an effort, he smiled, “Old sir, this… is it also a stroke?”

“Yes,” Elder Yu nodded, sitting down shakily with the support of others, looking at Ren Zhixiang.

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