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Chapter 662 - Chapter 662 Chapter 662 Shameless Deceiving Even Insects

Chapter 662: Chapter 662 Shameless, Deceiving Even Insects Chapter 662: Chapter 662 Shameless, Deceiving Even Insects Feng Jun felt that he couldn’t encourage the young girl’s incorrect outlook on life — I’m already like this, but you’re still young.

So he cleared his throat and said, “Alright, you’re thinking too much, I wasn’t planning to give it to Sister Hong.”

Gu Jiahui’s eyes spun, she tiptoed, pecked his face fiercely, turned around and walked away, quickly saying, “This is my first kiss.”

“Oh,” Feng Jun was startled, and as he watched her walk away, he raised his hand to touch his face, murmuring softly, “To offer up a first kiss for a butterfly… These days, inflation really is severe, no wonder eggs cost six yuan per half-kilo.”

Of course, he also understood that to him, it was nothing more than a peck, but to the young girl, it might have been the most exciting moment of her life.

So, he had to ensure a high success rate when he made his move on Hua Jun.

After returning to the bamboo forest, Gu Jiahui also seemed a bit abnormal, sitting there in a daze, occasionally letting out a silly laugh.

Hua Jun was still lying not far from her, squinting his eyes and absorbing spiritual energy.

Feng Jun watched for a while and noticed that Wu Ya had brought two small snails, presenting them like treasures on a stone at the edge of the bamboo forest.

Poor thing, in this bitter winter, it was already a great blessing to find a toad last time; now offering up two thumbnail-sized snails was not easy — the river’s edges had all frozen over.

The butterfly lazily flapped its wings, landing on the stone. Its beak-like mouth, though not an actual beak, was even harder than a keratinized one, directly pecking the snails’ shells to pieces and pulling out the meat to eat.

The snails were originally small, and with its picky mouth, it only ate a piece of meat the size of a little fingernail cap, discarding the rest of the guts and innards.

As its head pecked bit by bit, King Crow watched it, its head also bobbing along helplessly, just like a marionette.

After finishing the snails, the butterfly lazily flew back beside Gu Jiahui.

Gu Jiahui took out a stick of sausage, tore it in half, and placed it on the stone beside Hua Jun’s mouth.

Though she felt the butterfly was friendly, deep down she was a bit afraid and dared not to feed it.

But Feng Jun had given her a protective talisman, which made her a lot braver, and besides, she had heard Zhang Caixin saying Hua Jun liked sausages, so she mustered the courage to place the food beside its mouth.

The butterfly glanced at the sausage, remained motionless for a while, then stretched out two front legs and flung the sausage away.

The direction was clearly aimed at Wu Ya, evidently intending for Wu Ya to eat it.

King Crow truly had no pride, snatching the sausage from the air before it even hit the ground… both it and Hua Jun were not used to picking things up from the ground and generally preferred to catch them in mid-air.

“These two… might actually have the potential to be good bros?” Feng Jun stroked his chin, his eyes turning thoughtfully.

When it was noon, Feng Jun sent everyone away to eat in the villa, “…I need to run a test.”

Seeing everyone leave, Hua Jun seemed to sense something amiss. It no longer appeared so relaxed and stared intently at Feng Jun, its wings trembling slightly, making a low hissing sound.

“I know you can understand me,” Feng Jun spoke slowly, simultaneously trying to communicate with the other by thought, “You must also be clear that I can’t just let you roam uncontrolled, and the spiritual energy here is no worse than Weiyu Cave Heaven, right?”

The butterfly’s wings fluttered slightly and made a low, ambiguous sound.

Keep pretending, Feng Jun decided to reason further, “The spiritual energy here cannot be used for free, and I think, since you’ve reached the Qi Refinement Realm, you should aim higher, like the Detachment Stage, Golden Core Stage… Do you agree?”

A look of astonishment crossed the butterfly’s eyes, followed by a flicker of mockery.

Then, a thought entered Feng Jun’s mind, roughly suggesting — keep bluffing, buddy. This place, deficient in spiritual energy, is just good enough to maintain cultivation levels.

“I knew you were playing dumb,” Feng Jun snorted, speaking seriously, “Your presence is an unstable factor, so I need to control you. I hope you won’t make a mistake. If you perish, that would be regrettable.”

In the butterfly’s eyes, a mocking smile appeared again, and then it sent two images through thought — they were Sister Hong and Gu Jiahui.

The cunning creature wasn’t the least bit foolish, not only did it know that these two liked it the most, but it also knew to use this to threaten him — if I die, how will you explain it to them?

“I’ve killed more than one spirit beast,” Feng Jun took out a piece of Piercing Mountain Salamander meat, he had fed Hua Jun with other spirit beast meat last time, this time he switched to another kind, “I really won’t mind killing one more of you.”

Seeing the spirit beast meat, Hua Jun completely caved, “I need such meat every day for it to work!”

“Dream on,” Feng Jun rolled his eyes at it, “I can’t even eat it every day, you wish… If I agreed to you, I’d be deceiving you.”

The butterfly’s eyes became lost, clearly in deep thought.

After a while, it sent another thought, “For the spiritual energy, I can accept being controlled, but there needs to be a time limit.”

“Now we’re talking,” Feng Jun nodded with satisfaction, “How does thirty years sound as a limit?”

After thirty years, he believed Zhang Caixin would definitely have reached the Detachment Stage, and it wouldn’t be a problem for Sister Hong and Feng Jing to be in the Qi Refinement Realm — even if the two cultivated very slowly, he could use the spiritual liquid.

By that time, he estimated that he’d be at the Golden Core Stage, and with the Golden Core’s spiritual liquid, he doubted he couldn’t cultivate two Qi Refinement Stage cultivators.

By that time, even if there were two Martial Cultivators at the Innate Expert level, what would it matter if I released Flower Lord? If it dares to seek death, I could turn it to ash in minutes.

Butterfly pondered for a moment before giving an answer–it agreed to thirty years, but it wanted Gu Jiahui to be the one in control.

“You wish,” Feng Jun rolled his eyes, “I haven’t even agreed to take her as a disciple yet.”

Butterfly sent back another thought–why not take her as a disciple, then? She has a natural affinity with plants.

“Enough already,” Feng Jun was slightly annoyed, “Who I take as a disciple is none of your business. If I did take her as a disciple, then perhaps the contract could be altered… Got it?”

After some thought, Butterfly made another request–it wanted a Storage Equipment.

The same old saying, not a single one at the Qi Refinement Realm is simple. Flower Lord had long noted that Feng Jun and Wang Haifeng had both used Storage Equipment in its presence, a rarity even in the former Weiyu Cave Heaven.

Storage Equipment was truly scarce, and it wanted one too.

Feng Jun considered for a moment and felt that giving it a Storage Talisman wouldn’t be a problem; it was already at the Qi Refinement Realm, and he could later give it a Storage Bag as well.

But some bad habits shouldn’t be indulged, “Then, you must demonstrate your value.”

Flower Lord conveyed another thought–Wu Ya, cultivation.

Feng Jun was startled, you can teach Wu Ya to cultivate?

He wasn’t the “animal protection association” type. In his eyes, humans have a natural priority over animals, which is why he never hesitated to kill them. The reason he valued Flower Lord was based on its being at the Qi Refinement Realm.

King Crow had been following him for over a year, merely soaking up Spiritual Energy every day, and Feng had no intention of finding a secret tome for teaching animals. However, after over a year, there was admittedly a bond, so the possibility of teaching King Crow to cultivate didn’t sound so bad.

Anyway, even if he didn’t teach the creature, it would still come to soak up Spiritual Energy.

So, he quickly decided, “It’s good if you help it cultivate, but it’s not enough. You must also take responsibility for cultivating the Spirit Plants in the estate and guarding against the invasion of external enemies.”

Butterfly didn’t see this as a big issue. For animals, protecting their territory is an instinct, so it promptly agreed–fine, but after thirty years, I want to be free.

Since it had no objections, Feng Jun found it quite easy to utilize the Essence Blood Control Technique.

As he dropped a bead of his blood onto its brow, he felt an incredibly subtle sensation.

It wasn’t like the feeling after controlling a dog or a goose. He even hallucinated for a moment: I feel as if, in real life, I controlled a person.

Then he handed over a Storage Talisman and transmitted a thought, “It has a limited number of uses, only thirty times.”

Butterfly was taken aback and spat out some saliva onto the ground, “Shameless! Deceiving even an insect… why didn’t you say so earlier?”

“Even if I had told you earlier, it wouldn’t increase the number of uses,” Feng Jun retorted firmly, “If you rebel, you will turn to dust and smoke.”

Butterfly cried out, and its thoughts came through clearly now, “A proper death it would be!”

“For someone so fond of meat, I didn’t expect you were female…”

“I’m a girl, a girl!” Butterfly became quite indignant, “How can people in this degenerate age be so rude!”

Feng Jun was taken aback too. No matter how smart Butterfly was, it shouldn’t be to this extent, right? “Are you the Miao Girl who raises gu?”

“‘Flower Lord’ is originally my human name,” Butterfly sent back a thought, “As for whether I’m a person or a butterfly… I can’t be clear myself, we’ve become one.”

Good grief, Feng Jun’s mouth twitched a little, and he actually got goosebumps on his back, “Then these hundreds of years, you’ve truly led a solitary life.”

“You get used to it,” Butterfly sent another thought, not much anger in it, “At least I’m still alive.”

Feng Jun didn’t know how to respond to that, but it must have felt extremely isolated, as it immediately sent another thought, “You’ve thought about eating me several times, you know? That would be eating a person… Do you understand? You’d incur Heavenly Dao Karma!”

“I’m at the Qi Refining Initial Stage now and close to reaching the Mid-stage Qi Refining. Are you sure you can help me advance to the ascension stage?”

“I need one of those things you hold in your hand, the kind that can play music and show stories!”

“Aren’t you going to release the chains now? They’re humiliating!”

Feng Jun stepped forward, his hand raised to snap the chain from its neck, whispering, “You talk too much, so I’ve decided to give you a new name. You can’t be called ‘Lord’ like me; it’s degrading.”

Butterfly seemed a bit dumbfounded: “Change the name… is that important?”

“From now on, your name is Hua Hua…”

(Loose ends… The setting for the Mobile Phone realm is that there are no loose ends, but for the sake of narrative coherence, a follow-up is described here. Inserting this part also relieves any concerns readers might have about the Mobile Phone realm’s response, which is certain Feng Jun will have returned before the incense had the chance to be lit.)