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Chapter 834 - Chapter 834 Chapter 834 Fearful Heart

Chapter 834: Chapter 834 Fearful Heart Chapter 834: Chapter 834 Fearful Heart “`

The events in Peach Blossom Valley were really easy to inquire about.

The old men and women dancing in the square had driven away the tenants of Xu Leigang’s house, which was an established fact.

As for the regret that the elderly felt afterwards, that is considered artistic embellishment, belonging to folk rumor–including King Crow chasing them all the way to Luohua Manor, which can all be regarded as hearsay.

However, it was undeniable that when Feng Jun was in Peach Blossom Valley, there was indeed a group of elders dancing at the entrance.

And when he left, the dancing stopped, and even those elderly people had organized a group to visit Luohua Manor, but they were unable to enter–this was not rumor, as many had witnessed it firsthand.

This information wasn’t only uncovered by Xu Ruofang who had gone to investigate, but also by Elder Peng and Elder Wu who had entrusted it to a few juniors.

That very night, Elder Peng angrily chastised Elder Wu, “What kind of absurd scheme did you come up with? If we really try to forcibly buy Luohua Manor, wouldn’t it completely offend Feng Jun? Do you still want to visit the Bamboo Forest in the future?”

“Even if I want to visit in the future, I might not be able to,” Elder Wu didn’t feel he had done anything wrong, “They have already warned Elder Yuan, if next time he brings us ‘unrelated folks,’ we will not be permitted to come… It’s such a wonderful place, I want to visit it several more times. Is that wrong?”

His reasoning stood firm–old people naturally fear death… Who wouldn’t?

But Elder Peng was no ordinary person; he pointed out sharply, “We are unrelated folks, that’s true, but you could have become someone helpful to Feng Jun through interaction, but you only thought about seizing the land and ignored the person… Isn’t that a problem?”

“Elder Wu, it’s not like me to criticize you, but you have been too high and mighty for too long. You inherently look down on small businessmen and common folk!”

Elder Yuan nodded, “Elder Peng is right in this respect, I haven’t done very well either. Actually, when I think about it, Feng Jun was reluctant to treat my illness from the beginning… the guy is truly proud.”

Elder Peng nodded, “That’s right, with his abilities, of course he’s allowed a bit of pride, right? Weren’t you the same when you were young?”

“On what basis?” Elder Wu was displeased, “I’ve toiled my whole life, and he’s how old? What rank is he? To be acting high and mighty towards me… Does he have that kind of qualification or capital?”

“What makes you think he doesn’t have it?” Elder Peng scoffed, “Right now, it’s you who are trying to seize his land, not him trying to seize yours! If he had no abilities, why would you try to take his land?”

Elder Wu became annoyed, being one who deeply valued seniority, “You make him sound as if he’s really that capable… If he were really that miraculous, let him try to kill me now, see if he can do it?”

No sooner had he spoken, his body trembled violently and he slumped onto the sofa.

Elder Peng and Elder Yuan were shocked and jumped to their feet, and Elder Peng, standing up too quickly, couldn’t help but stagger and then began coughing violently.

There were people accompanying all three elders, and they were all stunned by the sight. However, those accompanying Elder Wu reacted the quickest. One of them leaped forward and checked his breathing and pulse.

The next moment, that person let out a sigh of relief, “It’s fine, he just fainted. Call an ambulance quickly!”

One of Elder Peng’s companions turned and ran to the door, “I will check to see if there are any emergency facilities here.”

After some chaotic scenes, Elder Wu was carried out of the room, and everyone was moving him to the car–since Li Shishi had stated that the manor wouldn’t allow an ambulance inside.

It was then that Li Ting suddenly had a suspicion and asked, “Xiao Li, is it possible to ask Master Feng to come over to help?”

Li Shishi smiled and shook her head, “No worries, he won’t die. If he died in the manor, it would be our responsibility. You could punish us however you like… but it’s best if you hurry him to the hospital.”

She wasn’t entitled to say this; in fact, the moment the anomaly had occurred, she had called Feng Jun, and Master Feng had very nonchalantly said: they shouldn’t bother about them and let them get to the hospital on their own.

In truth, she had guessed that it was very likely Master Feng’s doing.

When Li Ting heard this, she recognized the implications and couldn’t help but glance at Yuan Zihao, “Dad, what did you do just now?”

Elder Yuan and Elder Peng exchanged looks, realizing the circumstances themselves, but it was precisely because they had guessed what happened that they were even more shocked.

“Master!” Elder Yuan gave a virtual bow toward the backyard, speaking to the air, “Elder Wu may not be articulate, but he’s not ill-intentioned. If he has offended in any way, I apologize on his behalf, all right?”

About half a minute later, there was a “ding-dong” sound, and Li Shishi received a WeChat message.

After checking her phone, she looked up and said, “The Master says to ignore him, he will be fine in a while, but he must leave the manor before eight o’clock tomorrow morning, otherwise he is responsible for the consequences.”

The group fell silent; after a while, Elder Peng nodded and then sighed, “Okay, indeed, mischief comes from the mouth.”

True enough, about ten minutes later, Elder Wu gradually came to. Aside from a slight headache, there were no serious problems with his body.

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By the time he comprehended his plight, he was both ashamed and enraged, “I don’t need to wait until tomorrow, I’m leaving now. I’ve never endured such humiliation in my life.”

Elder Peng could no longer restrain himself, “The humiliation you’ve suffered is a result of your own doing, insisting on provoking others. Why have Elder Yuan and I had no issues? I suggest you take good care of your health here, and leave early tomorrow morning–it’ll be the wisest choice.”

Elder Wu dared not say anything more; the peculiar event earlier had truly terrified him. He felt a jolt in his head and then fainted, completely unaware of what method his opponent had used.

The next day, early in the morning at around six, just as the sky began to lighten, he had a bus take him away. He no longer wished to stay and lose face–although Luohua Manor was a nice place, he still valued his reputation.

At noon that day, the sky darkened as if splashed with ink; then came the flashes of lightning and thunder, followed by a heavy downpour as if heralding the end of the world–or as if someone was transcending their tribulation.

This kind of weather was somewhat similar to when Feng Jun encountered his fortune and activated the Stone Ring. In the past few years in Zhengyang, there would always be several rains like this every summer.

Feng Jun didn’t linger in the backyard; instead, he went to the Lingzhi Formation, worried whether the heavy rain might cause a landslide or damage the Spirit Plants.

As it turned out, he was somewhat over-concerned. The Lingzhi Formation was not greatly affected, but Hua Hua was afraid of the lightning and thunder, hiding under a rock and refusing to come out–it had constructed another Lightning Rod beside it.

Today’s conditions made Feng Jun reflect on the past; if it hadn’t been for such a storm two years ago, he might still be a mere drifter, lost in his own bitterness without a way out.

The rain was heavy, and he didn’t want to keep using External Release of Internal Qi; thus, he pulled out a huge Sun Umbrella, two and a half meters in diameter, plunged it into the ground, set up a table and chairs, lit a cigarette, fetched two cans of beer, emptied his thoughts, and just listened to the steady sound of the rain.

After an uncertain amount of time, someone spoke up, “What exactly did you do yesterday?”

Feng Jun turned and saw it was Elder Peng standing behind him with an umbrella.

The rain was torrential, and he was only wearing beach shorts and a pair of sandals, looking like an old farmer, occasionally getting splattered with mud, which was quickly washed away by the rain.

Feng Jun turned back towards the Spirit Plant formation, “Elder Peng, you’ve spent a lifetime in the system, why do you think everyone feels that the system is so strict?”

Elder Peng was taken aback for a moment, then walked under the Sun Umbrella, folded his own umbrella, and placed it on the table.

He lifted a can of beer, opened it and took two sips, then slowly answered, “There are assessments for achievements, rules for rewards and punishments, and a clear hierarchy, which can instill a sense of awe in people. Of course, it is considered strict.”

“A sense of awe… good,” Feng Jun still didn’t turn around, “Some people only know how to revere their superiors, their leaders. I need to make them understand that one should always have a sense of awe and not while being irrationally reverent on one side, let themselves go unrestrained on the other.”

Elder Peng chuckled, “Elder Wu indeed let himself go a bit too much. Your point is very well made. I’m just a bit curious though, how did you do it? Would you mind explaining?”

Feng Jun still didn’t turn around, “Let’s say heaven is just, when a person loses his sense of awe and becomes arrogant, even the heavens will disapprove of him.”

What a… bold assertion, Elder Peng couldn’t help but be taken aback inwardly, are you comparing yourself to the heavens? Acting in the stead of heaven to dispense rewards and punishments?

However, he had no intention of taking that matter seriously and volunteered a statement, “Such a tactic, to make people faint from afar without physical contact, should be used sparingly… some people are very afraid of death.”

He had been quite restrained in his words.

As expected, Feng Jun understood, chuckling, “Indeed, Emperor Qin sought the immortal mountains, Emperor Wu of Han feared witchcraft. Uncontrolled power is always bad; that’s why even buying a kitchen knife requires real name registration…”

After a pause, he added, “Luohua Manor is my territory. Would arranging something in your own home affect the safety of others? As long as others don’t come to your house, isn’t there no problem?”

He was hinting that he had set up something within the manor–certainly he wouldn’t admit that Divine Sense Attacks could be used anywhere.

Elder Peng understood the implication and was willing to accept this explanation–he couldn’t think of any other.

Since such attacks couldn’t be initiated at will, others couldn’t possibly make an issue of it.

So, he deliberately changed the subject, “This place is quite nice. I’m thinking of settling down here permanently. Knowing that you, Master, have no interest in the trifles of the Mortal World, is there anything you’d like me to handle for you?”

“Handle on your behalf?” Feng Jun laughed indifferently, “There really isn’t much that I can’t handle.”

He spoke casually, but the truth was indeed as he said; although he didn’t possess a giant mushroom nor was he the world’s richest person, that was because he felt it was a waste of time to pursue such things, not because he couldn’t do them if he wished.

But Elder Peng felt somewhat downhearted, as he sensed that deep down, the other man truly held that belief.

What’s worse, he himself also believed that there weren’t many things this remarkable individual couldn’t accomplish.