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Chapter 692 - Chapter 692 Chapter 692 Otherworld Graduate Student

Chapter 692: Chapter 692: Otherworld Graduate Student Chapter 692: Chapter 692: Otherworld Graduate Student Gu Jiahui had been cultivating for many days and finally advanced to the first level of shedding her mortal roots.

She patiently stabilized her new realm and then jumped up with a laugh, “Haha, this is fantastic.”

Sister Hong and Zhang Caixin were also cultivating, but the commotion from Gu Jiahui’s advancement had caught their attention.

After all, even if an additional cultivator emerged in the manor, they stopped their cultivation to stand up and congratulate her.

Gu Jiahui was so happy she couldn’t stop smiling and, after thanking them for their congratulations, said, “I need to go tell my mom.”

Little did she expect, before she even left the rear courtyard’s Moon Gate, that Feng Jun and Teacher Mei had come over.

Feng Jun spoke first, “Not bad, keep up the good effort. Your progress is acceptable, but not yet at a level to be proud of… To catch up with others, you still need to put in more effort.”

“Hello Brother Jun,” Gu Jiahui greeted with a smile, and regardless of how others tried to correct her, she insisted on calling him “Brother Jun” instead of Master.

While greeting, she stretched out her fair little hand, “The Storage Talisman… it’s time to give it to me, right?”

This was also a rule of Luohua Manor; martial cultivators who reached the level of martial master, and those in cultivation who entered the stage of shedding mortal roots, would receive a Storage Talisman.

“Don’t lend it to others,” Feng Jun handed over a Storage Talisman and still gave the necessary advice, “This is a gift from me as your master… even if Director Yang asks to borrow it, don’t lend it to her.”

It was at this moment that Sister Hong and Zhang Caixin also walked out, “Is Xiao Hui treating us to dinner tonight?”

“Sure, no problem,” Gu Jiahui nodded with a joyful smile, “You’ve all treated me before, so it’s finally my turn to do the treating… Let me go tell my mom first.”

They were talking when Feng Jing headed towards the rear courtyard. Sister Hong asked, “Where is Director Mei going?”

Director Mei looked at her and replied with a smile, “Of course, she’s going to cultivate.”

Sister Hong and Zhang Caixin exchanged a glance, both seeing the surprise in each other’s eyes: When did this lazy fish become so active in cultivation?

Director Yang did not manage to return that day because she was still looking for communication experts from Haozhou–at least ones who can speak the Haozhou dialect.

She had originally thought it would be a straightforward task, but communication experts from Haozhou were few and far between, especially those with comprehensive experience in the application layer.

Eventually, she had no choice but to call Feng Jun to discuss… How about this, I find two reliable experts to give lectures, then a few people from the communication industry who speak Haozhou to translate, what do you think?

What else could Feng Jun think? After pondering for a moment, he could only reluctantly agree.

Two days later, the experts arrived at Funiu Mountains, and after another two days, everything was ready, including the installation of all equipment.

The day after receiving the news, Feng Jun and Director Yang set out from Luohua and once again rushed to Funiu.

This time, Feng Jun didn’t bring any disciples, but he did bring Hua Hua along.

Actually, Hua Hua also liked to wander about; in this regard, it was a bit like Feng Jing. But after all, a butterfly is supposed to enjoy flitting around.

It’s just that with the scarcity of spirit plants outside and the lack of spiritual energy, and because Hua Hua had promised Feng Jun to help with the surveillance and protection within the manor, it usually couldn’t be bothered to leave.

Zhengyang’s trip to Funiu Mountain was a fast one, but that goes without saying. By the time Feng Jun arrived at the base, the entrance had been transformed, with barbed wire pulled up, and more than ten young men in camouflage uniforms on guard.

These young men were not armed with guns, just equipped with batons, but each one had a walkie-talkie on their shoulder, binoculars hanging in front, and their backpacks looked full and bulging.

At the entrance, Yang Yuxin pulled out a card, and a young man holding a device like a POS machine swiped it, then signaled for them to pass through.

As Feng Jun was driving, he asked with a chuckle, “Are they soldiers?”

“No,” Yang Yuxin shook her head and replied indifferently, “Don’t ask too much, just know they’re reliable.”

Once inside the factory area, those young men were nowhere to be seen, indicating they were responsible only for the perimeter guard.

Two rooms had been cleared out in the factory building, one filled with various communication equipment and some small partitions, and the other mainly housing the computers.

Yang Yuxin had brought in six people in total, which included two communication experts and four communication engineers who spoke Haozhou dialect.

There were also four or five other support staff, among them a man who looked no more than forty years old, appearing to be in charge.

Director Yang approached the man to negotiate for a bit, then came back and spoke quietly, “We can start classes this afternoon, or early tomorrow morning… When will your people arrive?”

Feng Jun thought for a moment, “Let’s rest this afternoon, I want to take a walk around and check out the base.”

Yang Yuxin felt puzzled inside; you looked around last time, why do you want to check again?

However, she thought he just wanted to see how the refurbishment of the base was progressing, so she didn’t stop him.

But once Feng Jun wandered out, he was nowhere to be found, and after three hours, everyone couldn’t help but go look for him.

At that time, in a corner of the factory, Feng Jun was talking to two people — the very two he had chosen on his mobile interface: an intermediate-level martial master and a ninth layer martial cultivator who had shed his mortal roots.

He had gone to the mobile interface and, taking advantage of their unguarded moment, directly brought them over.

Of course, the people he brought over were definitely unconscious, and after he had revived them, he threw two sets of Daoist robes their way and commanded without room for doubt, “Put these on.”

These two were not unfamiliar with Daoist robes, and had no issues changing clothes. However, as the ninth layer martial cultivator who had shed his mortal roots was changing, he asked, “Senior Feng, what does this mean?”

“Shut your mouth!” Feng Jun’s face darkened as he spoke with a commanding authority that did not require anger, “Right now, you’re following my lead. We’re in a degenerate secret realm, and it’s only because Chairman Huang Fu repeatedly requested cooperation that I brought you here…”

He paused there, waiting for the reaction of the two men.

However, it was clear that they had received some sort of warning before coming to Mount Zhige, so after a brief moment of shock, they had no further reaction. The ninth layer cultivator even nodded and then raised his hand — signaling him to continue.

Feng Jun thus continued, “A degenerate secret realm… There are local natives here, and we are outsiders. This secret realm is also occupied by my sect. Do you understand?”

Both men nodded in unison, indicating their understanding.

To those on the mobile interface, secret realms are extremely precious, akin to opening up a small Cave Heaven or a fragment of a small world.

But not all secret realms are desirable. For example, some are utterly barren, producing nothing nor suitable for cultivation; these realms are only good for understanding the laws of space and are otherwise useless.

A degenerate secret realm is just such a case. Since it’s degenerate, it obviously lacks spiritual energy, hence no worthwhile production, making it tasteless to consume yet wasteful to discard.

Occupying such a secret realm isn’t as good as carving out territory in the mortal world, where at least one might still grow spirit plants.

However, the presence of natives in a secret realm means it’s large enough to have its own set of rules, necessitating occupation.

Yet, degenerate is degenerate; the absence of spiritual energy is the biggest drawback.

So for Huang Fu, without blemish, a degenerate secret realm is not worth much effort. These two were already aware and mentally prepared–such a realm… we actually don’t hold in high regard.

But a secret realm with natives means rules of that realm are not few, and it might even serve for worldly trials. Hence, discovering parties cherish what is theirs–it is understandable that they would at least put the natives to work.

These two understood Feng Jun’s caution–he intended to claim this secret realm exclusively as a resource.

Seeing them nod, Feng Jun chuckled softly, “Since you understand, there’s no need for further discussion. Absolutely do not let the locals find out we’re outsiders… otherwise, if my sect gets angry, your Tiantong Commerce Alliance might not be able to handle it!”

Upon hearing this, both men smirked disdainfully–they thought, how could your sect possibly trouble the Tiantong Commerce Alliance?

But this was just a thought, as they were well aware that even if the Commerce Alliance wasn’t afraid of his sect, it didn’t mean they weren’t.

If they truly made a mistake, would the Commerce Alliance really stand up for them if the other party decided to eliminate them?

Forget it, if they were in the right, the Alliance might step in; but if they weren’t in the right–why would Tiantong get involved?

Since they had already been warned, they had to comply–even if they wanted to meddle, they had to first seek approval from their superiors.

The ninth layer cultivator nodded and said, “No problem, we’ve come to the degenerate plane and certainly should not alert the opposition.”

“It’s good that you think so,” Feng Jun replied with a nod and then straightened his expression, “Then your Alliance should have a manual… you know what to do, right?”

The ninth layer cultivator fell silent, but the intermediate-level martial master hesitated before speaking, “There is a manual, and I’ve been to secret realms before, but… doesn’t Master Feng want to give us some guidelines?”

It goes to show how different it is to come from a major power; even a mere intermediate-level martial master had been to secret realms!

“The guideline is to avoid being discovered as much as possible,” Feng Jun looked at him and spoke indifferently, “I’ve brought you here to learn some things from this secret realm and to provide you with a certain degree of cover, but whether you learn anything… that’s your own business.”

The two men exchanged glances, and ultimately the ninth layer cultivator bowed slightly, “We ask for Senior Feng’s assistance in this matter.”

“I have an agreement with Chairman Huang Fu and will strive to assist you,” Feng Jun spoke expressionlessly, “otherwise, I wouldn’t have gone through so much trouble to bring you here to this secret realm.”

The two men exchanged glances once again and together bowed, “We thank Senior Feng for bringing us here.”

“No need for thanks,” Feng Jun waved his hand, speaking lightly, “Don’t wander around here; it would be problematic if a mistake were made.”

He was very worried that if the two wandered around, the consequences would be… unthinkable.

However, the two didn’t think too much about it and nodded in agreement. After a moment of hesitation, the ninth layer cultivator once again spoke up, “We’re curious about how Senior managed to bring us to the secret realm… how did we fall asleep?”

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