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Chapter 753: Chapter 753: Falling Out (Third Update Call for Monthly Pass) Chapter 753: Chapter 753: Falling Out (Third Update Call for Monthly Pass) After hearing this, Bei He subconsciously wanted to object, “What if you start fighting? That would be a battle between Foundation Building Great Cultivators.”

The Daoist lineage of Wangwu was relatively complete, and he knew that in past thousand years, Foundation Building was really not considered a major cultivator status, even if they fought, the destructiveness wouldn’t be substantial–at least much smaller than that of an Ascendant.

But even a little destructiveness was still destruction, and the current situation of Wangwu Dongtian was genuinely not optimistic.

So he tentatively asked, could they choose another place? Wangwu was also renowned and picturesque, and it would be a shame to ruin it.

“There are many places in Wangwu where few people ever go,” Feng Jun said indifferently.

He held some grievances against Wangwu, though not to the point of hatred, but he had accumulated quite a few bad impressions.

So he felt that it was not originally your family’s business, but since you insisted on getting involved, then I would definitely need to disturb your home a bit.

Of course, he also expressed, “If it’s not convenient for your place, Kunlun and I can arrange another venue.”

The subtext behind his words was–if I can’t fight at your place, then you don’t need to act as the judge, right?

However, Daoist Master Bei He, in order to uphold his sect’s position in the Daoist Sects, was already a bit obsessed, and after hesitating a moment, he decisively declared, “Alright, let’s talk at my Wangwu, and I’ll definitely find you both a peaceful place.”

Wangwu had been heavily developed in recent years, and tourism was booming, but after all, it was a big mountain, and there were plenty of places rarely visited by people.

If it were indeed left to a place like Weiyu Mountain, they’d be scratching their heads for sure, simply unable to find a spot devoid of people.

After settling on a location, they also set the date, which would be in three days.

This time, Feng Jun was not courteous, directly bringing Hua Hua, accompanied by Tang Wenji and Gao Qiang.

This was the rhythm for a big brawl.

Both Qi Refining Cultivators from Luohua Manor had arrived, and not only was Tang Wenji an Intermediate-Level Martial Master, but she also harbored a deep grudge against Kunlun, and her attacks were fierce. While Gao Qiang’s Cultivation Level was a bit lower, his Combat Strength was not weak; if it came to the use of firearms, not many in Funiu could be found stronger than him.

As for the defensive forces at Luohua Manor, they seemed a bit insufficient, but don’t forget, there were more people there.

Out of the eight disciples of Feng Jun, seven were there, including capable and well-connected individuals like Sister Hong, Xu Leigang, and Gu Jiahui.

If someone took the chance to cause trouble, let’s not even talk about combat power; just the worldly influence of Luohua Manor was enough to give anyone trouble.

For this trip, Feng Jun first arrived at Wangwu in a luxury bus driven by Gao Qiang.

After parking the vehicle, Feng Jun directly invoked the Time Shuttle and arrived at the negotiation site.

The possibility of a mere negotiation was non-existent; even if both sides really intended to talk, they would have to act on it first.

In addition to a butterfly and two people, Feng Jun’s party also included another person–Kou Laozhong.

Kou Laozhong was restrained by prohibitions, looking listless, his black clothes covered in dust, hardly resembling the elegance of one of Kunlun’s Three Elegants.

The location for… oh, no, the agreed battleground was in a valley of Wangwu. When the people from Luohua Manor arrived, the other party was already there–it was really unknown what mode of transportation Kunlun had used to get there so quickly.

Kunlun brought a total of ten people this time, among which were two Qi Refining Cultivators, two Elders, and the rest were some lower-tier disciples.

Four people from Wangwu came to witness, in addition to Daoist Master Bei He; Zheng Jingzhu, whom Feng Jun had met before, was present, and there were two others, namely Tian Zhizhang and a young disciple.

Unexpectedly for Feng Jun, the Tian Zhangmai of Wangwu turned out not to be a Cultivator but an Intermediate-Level Martial Master.

It was later that he learned Tian Zhizhang’s father, in order to uphold the Daoist lineage of Wangwu, exerted great effort and foresaw that protecting the lineage in the future would require considerable martial strength, thus he recommended his son undertake martial cultivation.

And it turned out, his foresight was not at all wrong. After the cultural changes of last century, Wangwu faced several crises, and it was thanks to Tian Zhizhang’s strong combat capabilities that he managed to protect it without much harm.

All this was beside the point. Seeing Feng Jun descend with Kou Laozhong, the ten from Kunlun’s eyes all turned red.

Thankfully, with four people from Wangwu present, Kunlun also worried about being criticized for not following the rules, and they forcefully restrained themselves.

Tian Zhizhang settled both parties and spoke a few words aimed at mediation, the gist being that in this Dharma-ending age where Daoist Sects do not prosper, he saw Luohua Manor as also part of the Daoist lineage. It would be better for the two families to get along, and even if they had to fight, it would be best to keep it within limits.

It was an expected platitude, but still necessary to say. After he finished speaking, the Third Elder of Kunlun snorted coldly, impatiently saying, “Let’s not talk about other things, our people are here, when will you release him?”

When Feng Jun was introduced, he knew this was Kou Laozhong’s master, but he had no reverence for the man, merely waving his hand coldly, “With so many Qi Refining Cultivators present, it’s not your turn to babble on in your Post-Mortal stage!”

The Third Elder became furious upon hearing this, “My Kunlun values the seniority and hierarchy; we are not like those demonic paths that only recognize cultivation!”

Tang Wenji sneered and retorted, “Those who rely on cultivation level to oppress Maoshan are indeed demonic fiends!”

The Third Elder’s eyes bulged with anger, and just as he was about to speak, Yu Baiyi waved a hand and then gave Feng Jun a bow, “I’ve seen Daoist Fellow Feng, could you allow Junior Brother Kou to return to our base at Kunlun?”

Feng Jun shook his head slightly, “I want to ask first, what does Kunlun plan to do to punish him?”

Yu Hualong sighed inwardly, knowing he couldn’t avoid the matter, but he still had to respond, “Junior Brother Kou trespassed into the Daoist’s territory, and there will definitely be punishment. However, according to what our disciples have said, he did not cause too much harm to the Daoist’s manor…”

“So our preliminary plan is to have Junior Brother Kou reflect on his actions in the Province Body Cave for three years.”

His plan was to offer courtesy before using force, as long as they could first get the person back, other matters could be temporarily agreed to.

But Feng Jun sneered in response, “Do you think I brought him here for you to take back?”

Yu Hualong blinked, deliberately playing dumb, “Isn’t that the case?”

“No,” Feng Jun said emphatically, waving his hand dismissively, “I brought the person here without dealing with him myself because I hoped that Kunlun would clean its own house. This is also to give you face.”

Upon hearing this, Shen Qingyi, with her face covered by a green veil, couldn’t help it anymore and spoke coldly, “Junior Brother Kou may have been a bit rash but, in the eyes of our sect, he didn’t do anything wrong. Kunlun has its own methods of handling affairs. Whether or not we should clean house is not for the Daoist to worry about!”

First and foremost, she insisted that Junior Brother Kou hadn’t done anything wrong; at most, he was impetuous in his actions.

Feng Jun laughed dismissively, “Since you don’t acknowledge it, then I’ll have to take over.”

To tell the truth, he still held out a sliver of hope for Kunlun, which is why he brought the person over. If possible, of course, it was better not to make enemies, but if they insisted that no wrongdoing had occurred, then he would have to take ruthless action. It wasn’t a matter of him being unreasonable.

“Hold on,” Yu Hualong said as he saw the conversation breaking down in just a few words and hastily spoke up, “Fellow Daoist Feng, all the treasures my junior brother possessed, you’ve gotten them, haven’t you?”

His words implied a veiled suggestion: if you let go of Junior Brother Kou, those treasures… were not necessarily off the table for negotiation.

“Those are my spoils of war,” Feng Jun replied offhandedly, and then, with a wave of his hand, directly caused Junior Brother Kou to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

“The bandit is outrageously arrogant!” Shen Qingyi, upon seeing this, couldn’t contain herself any longer, and brandished a golden yellow bead, striking at Feng Jun, “Take my Gengjin Bead!”

Feng Jun immediately brought out a shield, placing it in front of him–this was an ordinary magic artifact he had exchanged for in the mobile phone dimension, not the attribute shield from Bai Luan that cost twenty thousand spirit stones.

This shield could block an attack from someone at the initial stage of Qi Refinement; however, when he bought it, the shield was already very worn and not worth repairing, so he got it at an extremely low price.

He brought out the shield to gauge the power of the Gengjin Bead.

There was a loud ‘thud’ as the golden bead directly punched a large hole through the shield and continued toward Feng Jun with undiminished force.

Feng Jun’s wrist flipped and he had a stone mace in hand, which he swung directly at the Gengjin Bead, “Scram!”

After a light sound, the Gengjin Bead was knocked back by his hit, returning even faster than it had come.

“Nice move!” Shen Qingyi scoffed coldly, pulling out a green gourd and tossing it into the air. The gourd emitted thousands of white glimmers, showering over Feng Jun.

This gourd was something Feng Jun had genuinely heard about–it was a famous magic artifact of Kunlun that could unleash thousands of sword qi.

He wasn’t afraid of it in the slightest, directly conjuring a layer of red clouds above his head. This was the Fire Armor he had bought from Xiao Hai of the Crimson Phoenix Sect, which he hadn’t worn but used as a shield instead.

The multitude of sword qi was formidable due to its vast numbers, but the lethality was average. If he had used the Stone Mace, he definitely couldn’t have blocked it, but this High Tier Fire Armor from the Qi Refinement stage was enough.

After being continuously attacked, he got annoyed and shouted out loud, “Hua Hua!”

Around Hua Hua’s neck hung the storage ring that Feng Jun had just given her; upon hearing him, she directly produced a green rope lasso, aiming it at Shen Qingyi.

“Binding Immortal Rope!” Shen Qingyi’s eyes widened in shock as she exclaimed, “You’ve actually refined it!”

“I will take it,” Yu Baiyi scoffed coldly, a white horsetail whisk appeared in her hand and she swept it towards the Binding Immortal Rope.

The speed of the Binding Immortal Rope slowed down considerably, as if it was caught in mire.

“Look out for my blade!” Feng Jun shouted lightly, retrieving the Stone Mace and drawing a Long Blade as he surged forward.

The Long Blade traced a dazzling streak of white light across the sky, striking with incredible speed towards Yu Hualong, who was clad in white.

Yu Hualong was greatly startled as he sensed the threat of death looming over him. Without a second thought, he brought out a Jade Ruyi and retreated rapidly.

The blade’s radiance flashed in the air, and the Jade Ruyi was cleaved in two. On seeing this, the people of Wangwu couldn’t help but inhale sharply, “The Kunlun Jade Ruyi… has been split in two?”

The fame of the Kunlun Jade Ruyi was even greater than that of the Sword Qi Gourd, almost on par with the Jiuzhou Traveler’s Seal. It was said to be invincible among those of the Qi Refinement Realm, virtually impervious to all attacks.

Yet such a Ruyi was bisected by a Long Blade.

“Do not harm my Kunlun clad in white,” someone shouted loudly; it was an Elder with the strength of a High-Rank Martial Master wielding a Golden Mace, swinging it down heavily towards the Long Blade, “Truly a high-ranking expert who entered the path through martial prowess!”

(Third update, calling for a wave of monthly tickets.)