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Chapter 733 - Chapter 733 Chapter 733 Laws are Not Lightly Transmitted

Chapter 733: Chapter 733: Laws are Not Lightly Transmitted Chapter 733: Chapter 733: Laws are Not Lightly Transmitted Feng Jun’s party of eight rushed to Xuanyuan Airport; their flight was at 2:50 p.m., but they arrived at eleven in the morning.

Luohua Manor wasn’t far from Xuanyuan Airport. Strictly speaking, they could have made it in time even after lunch, but since it was an international flight with customs and security checks, arriving early to have ample time was better.

After clearing security, there was still a long wait before departure, so everyone sat idly in the departure lounge.

Feng Jun hated this kind of life-wasting behavior, so he stood up to go to the smoking room for a smoke, calling Wang Haifeng to join him.

After finishing their cigarettes and returning, Feng Jun and Wang Haifeng found themselves slightly confused.

Seven or eight young people had surrounded their seating area, most of them men.

Two men were circling Zhang Caixin, two others encircling Sister Hong, and another was chatting intermittently with Feng Jing. It seemed no one was by Yang Yuxin and her daughter — perhaps because of their strong presence.

Madame Wang also had no one by her side. She was not an unattractive woman, but with just above average looks, scoring sixty-five points, largely due to her temperament — otherwise, she wouldn’t have clung to Wang Haifeng for years and finally succeeded with some external help.

Seeing this, Coach Wang glanced at Feng Jun, clearly waiting for his cue on how to proceed.

Feng Jun indifferently smiled, went over to Sister Hong’s side to fetch his suitcase, and moved to sit in a different location.

He couldn’t be bothered to make a fuss over such trivialities. Being with beautiful women and encountering such situations was all too familiar, and during this trip abroad of their eight-person group, which featured two men and six women, each of the women was exceptionally beautiful — if one wasn’t too demanding of Madame Wang.

Honestly speaking, Madame Wang wasn’t unattractive at all; it’s just that Coach Wang used to have very high standards back in the day.

Feng Jun’s suitcase wasn’t large, just a common twenty-inch case. In reality, he wouldn’t mind others’ opinions — among the eight of them, six could get by without a suitcase at all.

As soon as he moved his suitcase, Zhang Caixin and Feng Jing followed him. Sister Hong smiled at the two young men who tried to engage her and dragged her suitcase over as well.

The group of men glanced at Wang Haifeng and Feng Jun, uncertain about who they were. However, these two men were handsome enough to accompany this group of women, creating a picture of handsome men and beautiful women.

But for these six gorgeously stunning women, it was likely that any man who saw them would involuntarily mutter in envy: Why them?

The men were somewhat discontented, but given this was a VIP lounge for international flights, the people able to sit here were clearly not the ordinary kind.

However, even with all this, upon reaching Siam and exiting the airport, a young lad approached Zhang Caixin and asked for her WeChat in a low voice.

Feng Jun’s group found out that these people were in Siam to shoot a movie, centered around some esports game — apparently, money wasn’t an issue in the esports circle, where without money you can’t even afford the equipment.

Zhang Caixin was unlike her sister, and being young, she had no interest in flirting with other boys — if she hadn’t learned to reject others during her school days, she would have been driven mad by all the attention.

Before, in Zhengyang, she could lower her head and play with her phone, responding indifferently if she felt like it. Facing such a request now, she gave the lad a cold look and spat out a single word, “Scram!”

The young man didn’t get angry, but instead smiled at her and gestured towards a certain spot not far away.

He whispered, “That’s the God of Wealth from Splendid Properties, he wants to meet you. Don’t be in a hurry to reject, my beauty… With the God of Wealth willing to support you, landing roles or becoming a star is a breeze, the real deal is making big money.”

Splendid Properties was the sponsor of the film.

The so-called God of Wealth was around forty years old with average looks but a decent presence. Seeing her look his way, he nodded his head in a congenial manner, almost regally.

Zhang Caixin swept her gaze over him indifferently, then looked towards Feng Jun, “Brother Jun, are you just going to stand there while people hit on me?”

Feng Jun laughed, “They only want to ask you out, not abduct you. Come on, this kind of guy who needs someone else to do the flirting… are you really going to stoop to his level?”

That comment was… quite annoying. The middle-aged man had his dignity and was afraid of being outright rejected by a beauty, which is why he sent someone else to introduce his status — at his age, it wasn’t suitable to boast about himself.

But with Feng Jun’s remark, it turned him into a timid man who needed others to do the flirting for him.

Zhang Caixin, hearing this, burst into laughter, her beaming smile brightening up the entire lounge.

The God of Wealth, noticing this, stared for a moment before quickly approaching.

However, Zhang Caixin looped her arm through Feng Jun’s, and together they turned and left.

The middle-aged man’s face darkened as he let out a cold huff, “She really thinks she’s something, doesn’t she?”

In his eyes, where were there not beauties? Especially at his level, all sorts of beauties could practically be at his beck and call, the key being how interested he was.

Yet when he thought again of the youthful smile of the beauty he had just seen, he couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter. Such naturally beautiful women were truly rare, not to mention the exotic charm she exuded.

Moreover, the women accompanying her were all top-notch stunners.

So he whispered an instruction, “Go check, I want the personal information of all passengers on this flight.”

Before coming to Siam, travel expert Teacher Mei had prepared the travel itinerary thoroughly, arranging everything including Pattaya, Chiang Mai, Phuket Island, and even finding local contacts.

It was also Feng Jun’s first time going abroad–officially, even though it was for shopping. But since Sister Hong needed time to stock up the goods, and so many people were making the trip, they might as well set aside cultivation and enjoy themselves.

Most of their time was spent on Phuket Island.

The Siamese led an exceptionally laid-back life, especially on this island.

The nightlife here was quite rich; many food stalls stayed open until the wee hours, and most of them accepted payments through scanning a code and could directly use Huaxia currency. Interestingly, many of these stalls even had WeChat public accounts.

The breakfast period was from eight to eleven, and after breakfast, one could directly have lunch. After lunch, they could soak in the swimming pool, lie on a lounge chair to read, and before they knew it, evening would have arrived.

When the sun wasn’t too harsh, they could go out to the beach to have fun–skateboarding, surfing, and what have you were all available.

After returning for a shower, it was time for dinner, and after dinner, they could take a casual stroll to watch various performances and then it would be time for a midnight snack.

In the afternoon, Feng Jun and Wang Haifeng sat in swim trunks on the lounge chairs at Golden Beach, watching six mermaids frolic in the sea. Coach Wang couldn’t help but remark, “Boss, I think buying a small island wouldn’t be a bad idea.”

Even though he had formally acknowledged a master, most of the time he preferred to call him “Boss.”

“This kind of life… can’t go on forever,” Feng Jun chuckled, “Everyone says ‘one should enter Sichuan when young and leave Shu only when old,’ because of its slow pace of life. I think the pace here is even slower than in Jin City; it’s a killer of time, eroding willpower.”

“How can this place compare to Jin City?” Wang Haifeng dismissively curled his lip, “Phuket Island is still too small, not enough people. Jin City… can run continuously for twenty-four hours, with all kinds of girls at your disposal.”

Feng Jun looked around, his eyes catching glints of black, white, and yellow skin gleaming under the sun–shapely and enchanting, “Are you sure the girls in Jin City are more diverse than here?”

Wang Haifeng gave a sheepish smile, “I was just saying… But truth be told, the girls here are more enthusiastic than in Jin City.”

Feng Jun mused aloud, “Buying a small island, with even fewer visitors than here… Nevertheless, that doesn’t matter much, as ultimate cultivation must withstand loneliness… Whether to actually buy it or not, I still need to think it over.”

Wang Haifeng hesitated before asking, “Boss, my wife… she’s also interested in cultivation.”

“I don’t mind,” Feng Jun answered with a smile, “but there’s only so much resources for cultivation. We have a connection, and I can share some resources with you, but anything she needs, you’ll have to work to find on your own.”

This issue was becoming more pressing, as anyone with emotions and social interactions–Feng Jun’s circle of disciples was growing, influencing more and more people, and certainly there were those who wished to cultivate.

Feng Jun had long decided that he would not carelessly open this door. If his disciples wanted to, that was up to them. They would have to secure their own resources; he didn’t want to worry about that.

Wang Haifeng’s brows furrowed, and after some thought, he asked, “Can I teach her my Cultivation Technique then?”

In his understanding, to succeed in cultivation, Body Tempering Pills and Foundation Establishment Pills were indispensable. Even the powerful Wudang Sect lacked these pills, and most of their disciples’ Cultivation Levels didn’t match his own halfway practice.

But these Pills were all in the master’s hands; even if he saved one or two for his wife, they might not even work–and besides, he had his father and brother to think about too.

So, he wondered if he could share the Cultivation Technique? Whether she could cultivate successfully would be up to her.

Feng Jun glanced at him, shaking his head slightly, “Don’t ask about that again. The rules are that techniques should not be carelessly imparted, no matter where you are–of course, if you make a significant contribution, there will be related rewards.”

After pausing, he continued, “But even if you’re rewarded with a technique, you must understand that techniques vary with the individual… If taught incorrectly, the consequences could be counterproductive.”

Wang Haifeng nodded; he fully agreed with that statement, but he wanted to clarify another issue, “How do I qualify as having made a contribution?”

Feng Jun laughed, “You right now, do not possess the strength to make such a contribution; focus on your cultivation, that is the right path.”

As they were speaking, a commotion arose not far away. Looking up, they saw Sister Hong and her group in an argument with a bunch of people–the reason being that these people were secretly taking their photos.

It was an acquaintance–strictly speaking, someone they had met once before, the same group that had come on the same flight.