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Chapter 826 - Chapter 826 Chapter 826 Welfare Distribution

Chapter 826: Chapter 826 Welfare Distribution Chapter 826: Chapter 826 Welfare Distribution Zhang Caixin advanced to the eighth layer of Transcendence, now stabilizing her realm in the backyard.

Just as Feng Jun was walking over, he startled Sister Hong, the protector. She approached and whispered, “Are you done with your work?”

Feng Jun nodded slightly and replied with a smile, “Yes, there’s no need to watch over her anymore. I estimate that by evening, her realm will be stable.”

Sister Hong nodded and said firmly yet softly, “And then I’ll start cultivating. Even if her aptitude is excellent, as her elder sister, I need to maintain some dignity… I’ve decided that I won’t sleep until I reach the fifth layer of Transcendence!”

“Forget it, there’s a celebration tonight,” Feng Jun said with a soft chuckle, “I’ve prepared some nice things.”

Sister Hong had heard that he had procured some Spirit Beast Meat, but she still hesitated, “Caixin probably won’t be interested in celebrating; she’s currently solely focused on advancing to the Qi Refinement Realm.”

“It’s not her celebration; it’s mine,” Feng Jun said with a grin, “I’ve also achieved some incremental success.”

Sister Hong looked at him suspiciously and asked, “What incremental success? It’s not… Ascension Realm, is it?”

In both realms, Feng Jun paid considerable attention to concealing his cultivation level, but the Earth Realm was a lower martial realm. Even though there were many branches of Daoist Sects handed down from ancient times, he simply chose not to publicize his cultivation level.

His women, for the most part, were aware of his approximate cultivation level.

Feng Jun didn’t hide it and nodded with a beaming smile, “By a fluke… it was just good luck.”

“Really?” Sister Hong’s eyes lit up instantly, her face full of smiles, “That’s wonderful. We must celebrate.”

She was so happy that she twirled several times, her long white legs dazzlingly bright.

Then, a question occurred to her. She looked at Feng Jun thoughtfully, “Why do I feel like, whenever I don’t see you for a while, it’s like I haven’t seen you for a very long time?”

No wonder she was suspicious. In the manor, many people were cultivating, and regardless of who was advancing, stabilizing their realms required a certain amount of time; even Feng Jun’s previous advancements took a while to adjust.

This time, his ascension to the Ascension Realm had taken place without anyone witnessing the buildup or the stabilization process. How could that be explained?

“Let’s not talk about that now,” Feng Jun said with a wave of his hand and a smile, “Tonight’s celebration, besides the Spirit Beast Meat, will also include Spirit Rice… This stuff is really good for the body. I’m giving each of you ten pounds, and oh, there’s also Spiritual Wine!”

“I’m against equal distribution,” a voice suddenly spoke up–it was Zhang Caixin, who had opened her eyes from meditating.

Her realm stabilization was nearing its end. Hearing of Feng Jun’s ascension to the Ascension Realm, she immediately felt restless–How come the gap between him and me isn’t shrinking, but instead growing even wider?

When she heard that everyone would receive ten pounds of Spirit Rice, she couldn’t continue meditating any longer. Her thoughts were in disarray, and persevering would just be a waste of time, so she opened her eyes, “Those who improve faster should receive more rewards… The world’s resources have never been divided fairly.”

Of course, the fastest improver was undoubtedly herself. She was not willing to settle for the same amount as others.

Sister Hong supported her sister’s opinion, “Yes, introducing a competitive mechanism appropriately helps maintain vitality, even in cultivation.”

Feng Jun looked at Zhang Caixin with a teasing smile, “It looks like you have some opinions about my distribution method?”

Sister Hong expressed herself very clearly, “It’s not just her, I think it needs improvement too.”

Zhang Caixin looked at Feng Jun with an odd look, “That was what you said, in the animal world, strong males should have more mating rights…”

Sister Hong’s face instantly fell.

“Haha,” Feng Jun laughed upon hearing this, “Alright, I’ll give you twenty pounds… No problem, right?”

More mating rights… Yeah, I like that idea.

He laughed and turned to leave, while Sister Hong glared fiercely at Zhang Caixin, “I’m your protector; are you trying to compete with me for my husband?”

Zhang Caixin looked at her sister and said earnestly, “If there were a second Feng Jun in this world… anyone remotely like him would do, I would definitely help you keep him, but there isn’t. You’ve taken plenty from me since we were kids.”

Sister Hong’s eyes brimmed with tears, “Then I’ll step back, I wish you two happiness.”

“Cut it out, stop acting,” Zhang Caixin looked at her with disdain, “Are you trying to advance by appearing to retreat? Do you think you can win against Mei Jin without my support, not to mention Gu Jiahui and Li Shishi, those two youngsters waiting to pounce.”

Sister Hong looked at her furiously, “Why did you suddenly… become like this?”

“Alright, am I not also trying to get some good stuff for mom and dad?” Zhang Caixin said proudly, “We live here, and the Spirit Rice he gives us is surely meant for us to take care of our family. With this opportunity, shouldn’t I ask for more?”

It was not just the two sisters. In fact, everyone in the manor knew that whatever Feng Jun was willing to share was definitely good stuff, but unless he said so, no one dared to take it home.

Now that he had finally opened up a bit, who wouldn’t be tempted?

Sister Hong huffed softly, “You’re still too naive. He’s reached the Ascension Realm; having opened up this opportunity, he doesn’t plan to take it back.”

That evening, Feng Jun hosted a dinner for his eight disciples, four men and four women, with Li Shishi as his assistant. Tang Wenji and Yang Yuxin were special guests, totaling twelve people.

The dishes were few but exquisite, including grilled rock lamb, braised snake meat, and turtle meat over rice. It was either Spirit Beast meat or Spirit Rice, followed by the dream-inducing Spiritual Wine, which left everyone’s mouths greasy with satisfaction.

Even Gao Qiang, a nominal disciple, could feel the rich Spiritual Energy contained within the food and wine.

Of course, what made everyone happiest was: Master Feng had advanced in cultivation level–yet again.

In Luohua Manor, anyone’s advancement was a happy event, but it was Feng Jun’s promotion that represented the ultimate heights the manor could reach.

Gazi couldn’t help but ask, “Boss, your advancement… doesn’t that mean you’ve reached the Detached Realm?”

The relationship between Gazi and Feng Jun was so pure. He used to call him ‘Brother Jun,’ but now he had no choice but to follow the others and call him ‘Boss’–that’s right, even addressing Feng Jun by name felt like an offence to him now.

“Heh,” Feng Jun chuckled lightly, unable to help feeling a bit smug, “Close enough.”

Gazi, ever the simple one, pressed on, “Then now, you must be invincible in the whole world, right?”

He knew that in a world without Golden Cores, Brother Jun, now in the Detached Realm, had to be the number one person globally.

“That’s not exactly correct,” Feng Jun said with a smile, “Other places might have someone in the Detached Realm too, like… Kunlun.”

Internally, he already felt almost invincible–of course, he couldn’t withstand weapons like nuclear bombs, but in terms of single combat strength, he believed there was truly no one in this “plane” for him to fear.

But he couldn’t get too cocky! The next moment, he reminded himself silently before announcing the benefits for everyone: ten pounds of Spirit Rice per person. From now on, no matter who it was, he would reward ten pounds of Spirit Rice for each advancement.

This news had actually already spread quietly, but Gao Qiang still couldn’t help but ask aloud, “Master, could I give this Spirit Rice to my family?”

Feng Jun rolled his eyes helplessly. This straight-as-an-arrow military background indeed made him such a blunt person, asking whatever came to mind–how was he supposed to answer that?

He intended to quietly allow everyone to share with their families, but such matters could not be explicitly stated.

Sister Hong, catching his drift, chimed in, “Gao Qiang, the Spirit Rice is yours to deal with, but it’s best if you eat it yourself. If you give it away and you progress slowly in cultivation, that’s one thing, but if someone else… truly finds it beneficial, then the trouble is yours.”

She didn’t say it was Feng Jun’s trouble; she described the potential trouble Gao Qiang might face.

However, Gao Qiang, though straightforward, still had basic logic and nodded, “Thank you, Sister Hong… I understand.”

Xu Leigang wasn’t particularly concerned about the Spirit Rice as his parents were no longer alive. According to his plan, he would certainly take the Spirit Rice home for his little princess and wife. What he was really interested in was, “Brother Jun, about this dream-inducing wine… could you spare a bit more?”

The potency of the dream-inducing wine was strong, and Feng Jun only allowed one tael per person. Despite being a fine drink, its strength was too much for the average person–excessive amounts could genuinely lead to a fatal outcome.

But as someone with a military background, Xu Leigang had a keen taste for quality and couldn’t help but inquire further.

“That’s impossible,” Feng Jun said with a smile, shaking his head, “Lei Gang, the dream-inducing wine… those outside of Luohua Manor aren’t qualified to drink it.”

Telling him that it couldn’t be bought with Spirit Stones was pointless; he bluntly informed him that the dream-inducing wine was simply not for sale.

Tang Wenji, on the other hand, had other thoughts.

She believed Feng Jun’s ascension to the Detached Realm deserved a grand celebration, “Brother Jun, with you advancing to the Detached Realm, it’s time for Luohua to consider founding a sect. Why not invite all our friendly acquaintances to celebrate together?”

In her mind, among the Daoist Sects, the friendliest towards Luohua was undoubtedly the Maoshan Sect. As for others like Wudang, Magu Mountain, and the Siming Celestial Realm, the relationships were less cordial.

Before Feng Jun could reply, Feng Jing objected first. As someone within the system, she was the most cautious and saw no need for an extravagant celebration–after all, “a man feared fame as the pig feared fattening.”

Feng Jun was initially uncertain about whether to make a big deal of it, but hearing Teacher Mei’s opinion, he ultimately decided to keep a low profile and continue developing quietly on this side.

Everyone stayed up until one in the morning before dispersing, but just as Feng Jun was about to head to the backyard, Li Shishi quietly tugged at his sleeve.

They stepped aside, and she, with her head bowed, dared not look at him, but still mustered the courage to say, “President Feng, I… I, too, wish to cultivate.”

She simply couldn’t hold back anymore.

Feng Jun pondered the request. Li Shishi played a significant role in the manor, handling over half the external affairs with great diligence. Such dedicated work deserved some reward.

But Feng Jun’s dilemma was, if he taught Li Shishi to cultivate, who would handle the day-to-day affairs?

Moreover, many of the workers in the manor were Li Shishi’s fellow villagers. If she were to be allowed to cultivate, could the secrets be safeguarded?

Feng Jun’s hesitation in accepting Tang Wenji as a manor member was primarily due to his concern about being burdened with a large cohort from the Maoshan Sect.

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