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Chapter 833 - Chapter 833 Chapter 833 An Eye-Opening Experience

Chapter 833: Chapter 833: An Eye-Opening Experience Chapter 833: Chapter 833: An Eye-Opening Experience Elder Yuan and his companions were truly perplexed. Yang Yuxin’s daughter had actually become an apprentice of the owner of this place?

What they didn’t realize was that this was just the first shock they’d receive today.

Around seven-thirty, Yang Yuxin also appeared, and she, along with Gao Qiang, took everyone on a tour of the manor.

Unknowingly, it had been over a year since Feng Jun had taken over this manor. The flowers and trees within, constantly absorbing spiritual energy, grew exceptionally lush.

As they strolled along, they neared the valley, and the group quickly took notice of the thick white mist emanating from the spirit formation.

“You can take pictures of this white mist if you want,” Yang Yuxin spoke solemnly, “but I have to inform everyone in advance that beyond the white mist, no photography is allowed. Please cooperate with us.”

Beyond the white mist was the Lingzhi Formation, and among this group, there were quite a few who knew their stuff.

“Holy smokes, is that ginseng?” someone exclaimed loudly, “It must be hundreds of years old, right?”

“Holy crap, that’s Lingzhi… is it really Lingzhi? Isn’t it a sculpture shaped like Lingzhi? How could it be so big?”

“Ahem,” Gao Qiang coughed twice, “Quiet everyone, please be quiet. There are people cultivating in seclusion nearby, don’t disturb them.”

Today wasn’t supposed to require his personal reception, but no matter what, Yuan Huapeng was considered his guest, and he couldn’t fail to show this courtesy. To avoid suspicion, he had already replaced the word “cultivation” with “culivating in seclusion.”

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a voice called out in utter disregard for his position, “King Crow, that’s King Crow!”

The one shouting was none other than the “guest’s” son, Yuan Youwei, who pointed excitedly at a crow flying in the sky.

King Crow had an excellent memory and recognized the young lad. It let out two dissatisfied “caw caw” calls but took no other action.

By now, the visitors’ voices had quietened, but as they gazed upon the expanse of Spirit Plants, their eyes burned with fervor.

Elder Peng, pointing at a plant, couldn’t help but tremble slightly, and he asked in a low voice, “Young Yang, I’ll take that Ginseng. Just name your price… please ask Master Feng how much he is willing to sell it for.”

At their age, what they sought was nothing more than a few more days of life, and the life-prolonging effects of ginseng were well known to all, not to mention Elder Peng came from the Northeast; his referring to ginseng as “Ginseng” made that clear.

“You’re thinking too much, Elder Peng,” Yang Yuxin replied helplessly, “Master Feng’s things are not for sale. He doesn’t need the money, and I don’t dare ask… If he gets angry, I’m done for.”

“He doesn’t need the money?” The always argumentative man couldn’t resist, “What if someone offered ten billion? Would he sell then?”

Yang Yuxin gave him a disdainful glance, “Old man, stop arguing. Do you even know how much Mutton Fat White Jade costs per gram?”

The old man shut his mouth immediately, thinking back to the jade tower he had just seen. He really didn’t dare to bring up ten billion anymore.

Seeing the situation, Li Ting spoke up to smooth things over, “Such valuable things really need to be looked after. Never mind thieves, if a wild boar or something came along, the loss would be disastrous.”

“A wild boar?” Yang Yuxin laughed dismissively, “Even a tiger wouldn’t have a chance.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than the bamboo leaves rustled and a butterfly fluttered out, before returning to the bamboo forest.

“That butterfly…” Yuan Youwei began to shout, but quickly realized it was inappropriate and lowered his voice, “That butterfly, it has a human face! Uncle Gao, can I catch it?”

Gao Qiang’s expression was peculiar, and after a long pause, he finally said, “You can’t beat it… That butterfly is poisonous.”

Upon hearing it was poisonous, Yuan Youwei cleverly made a request, “Then Uncle Gao, can you catch it for me?”

The problem is I bloody well can’t beat it either, Gao Qiang’s mouth twitched, “Stop causing trouble, Youwei. Remember to protect wild animals.”

Just at that moment, two disdainful-sounding squeaks came from the bamboo forest.

This expanse of Spirit Plants was the second surprise, and of course, the third surprise was that clearing within the bamboo forest.

After more than a year of rampant growth, this bamboo forest had become incredibly lush. A clearing of over a hundred square meters wasn’t really that big, and the area that received direct sunlight was quite limited.

This Spirit Gathering Area was made available for a limited public viewing with Feng Jun’s permission. Last summer, Yuan Zihao had spent quite some time soaking in its ambiance.

This time, he was ready and went straight to the stone table in the center, sitting on one of the stone stools.

In the bamboo forest, four people were cultivating: Xu Leigang, Wang Haifeng, Gazi, and Tang Wenji. When they saw the visitors, Xu Leigang rose to greet his own family members, while the other three didn’t move at all.

The others also felt the marked difference in atmosphere, and the ever-argumentative man let out a surprised sound, “This place… feels really comfortable.”

This person didn’t speak quietly, but upon seeing that there were three people meditating, he actually tried his best to lower his voice, “What are they doing?”

“Cultivating,” Xu Lei Gang replied very crisply, “If you can ensure that you don’t make any noise, you can stay here for a while.”

His words came across somewhat arrogantly, but for some reason, others found them perfectly normal upon hearing them and couldn’t even become angry–indeed, this was the influence of his aura.

The group stayed there for a while and soon began to feel the uniqueness of the place. Elder Peng, because of his age, had some minor respiratory issues. After sitting for a while, he actually discovered that his chest felt less constricted.

Yuan Huapeng’s brother-in-law had some neurasthenia and was particular about where he slept; he hadn’t rested well last night. After sitting here for a while, he felt so comfortable all over that he started to feel drowsy and unwittingly leaned onto the stone table.

His wife looked on in astonishment: Could he actually fall asleep like this?

Everyone exchanged looks, and in the end, it was Elder Peng who first nodded his head, but he didn’t dare to speak, just gave a thumbs up–what a great place.

This group sat until noon. Gao Qiang went out for a while, then returned on an electric cart bringing lunch, “It’s too hot, cool off here for a bit. Once it cools down a little, we’ll go somewhere else.”

Elder Peng couldn’t help but ask aloud, “Does the manor have places better than this?”

“Yes,” Yang Yuxin answered very directly, eliciting a slight joy from everyone, but then they heard her add, “But those are not open to the public.”

Being courteous to the Manor Master’s family, Gao Qiang spoke with a bit more respect, “This place is already very good. Ordinary people can’t come in. So many employees in the manor are strictly prohibited from entering… This is thanks to Elder Yuan helping Master Feng, and the master is giving Elder Yuan face.”

Elder Peng looked at Elder Yuan with surprise, “Elder Yuan has such a big influence… What kind of favor did you do for him?”

Elder Yuan’s face turned red, “That… There are some things, it’s better if you don’t know.”

He had helped Feng Jun by acquiring some explosives from Bei Xinluo. Could he say that?

When the weather cooled down, it was already six o’clock, and although everyone was a bit reluctant to leave, they had to see the rest of Luohua Manor since it was so large.

By the time they went back for dinner, it was eight in the evening, but most were middle-aged and didn’t mind a simple dinner.

The next day was overcast, perfect for taking a yacht out on the river for most of the day, before going to rest in the bamboo forest.

The older one gets, the better one understands what places are good. On the third day, nobody had to say anything. After an early breakfast, everyone rushed to the bamboo forest.

Yuan Huapeng’s brother-in-law even boldly asked Gao Qiang for a favor, asking him to move a camp bed to the bamboo forest–“I plan to sleep here tonight. I’ve had neurasthenia for a long time, and it’s only here that I feel exceptionally comfortable.”

“Xiao Gao, get me a bed too,” Elder Peng followed with a request, “I don’t feel suffocated staying here.”

“Bringing in a bed is not a problem, but it requires Master Feng to give the word,” Gao Qiang expressed his helplessness, “In principle, people are not allowed to stay here at night.”

It wasn’t actually a matter of not allowing people to stay, but rather not allowing outsiders to stay. Tang Wenji and Wang Haifeng were always here, they didn’t go back at night, and even had their meals delivered to them.

One of Elder Yuan’s old acquaintances, who enjoyed picking faults, became dissatisfied again. On the way back that evening, he pulled aside Elder Peng, Elder Yuan, and Yang Yuxin, “Have you noticed? There are no mosquitoes or the like in that bamboo forest?”

Of course, there were no mosquitoes; even King Crow didn’t dare to fly in for fear of exploding and dying.

Seeing no reaction from the others, he continued, “There are several peculiar places without mosquitoes in our country.”

This was indeed true. Elder Yuan and Elder Peng had held official positions all their lives and encountered several magical places, like watersides in midsummer with no mosquitoes, which even “Approaching Science” couldn’t explain.

Elder Peng couldn’t help but ask, “Lao Wu, what are you trying to say?”

Lao Wu was quite frank, “I think this place would be suitable for a retirement home… It’s state land, and we could give Feng Jun some money for it. We wouldn’t be taking advantage of him, and not fully utilizing this place is a waste of resources.”

Elder Yuan and Elder Peng kept silent. Truth be told, if they could live in the bamboo forest, it really would be comfortable–just afraid that the others wouldn’t agree.

Yang Yuxin chuckled lightly, “Do you only find the place magical? If I tell you… Once Feng Jun leaves, this place will no longer be magical. I wonder if you would believe that?”

The three elders fell silent. After quite some time, Elder Peng spoke up, “Are you saying that the magic of this place is related to Feng Jun?”

At his age, he had begun to believe a bit in spirits and the saying, “A mountain is not revered for its height, but for the spirits that inhabit it.”

If for the sake of an inscrutable “magical place,” they offended a real expert, wouldn’t it be like valuing the box and losing the pearl?

Yang Yuxin had not begun cultivation, but her daughter had already started to learn. She had been dealing with Luohua Manor for more than a day or two. Without mentioning anything else, she still knew about the Spirit Gathering Array.

However, she didn’t spell it out, just looked at Yuan Zihao, “Elder Yuan’s daughter-in-law is a Zhengyang person, right? I heard the old house is in Peach Blossom Valley… You can go to Peach Blossom Valley to learn more about it.”