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Chapter 848 - Chapter 848 Chapter 848 Im Miserable So Im Right

Chapter 848: Chapter 848: I’m Miserable, So I’m Right Chapter 848: Chapter 848: I’m Miserable, So I’m Right Feng Jun really didn’t want to accept that watch deep down, but if he didn’t, Elder Peng might unavoidably overthink it.

So he had no choice but to reluctantly accept it, while simultaneously expressing that Elder Peng was being too formal, and that this should not set a precedent.

That evening, Tang Wenji threw a feast for everyone: she was going back to Maoshan.

The recent disturbance in Maoshan had nearly cooled down; in an age of information overload, the spotlight shifted too quickly.

As the Little Celestial Master and the second most important figure of Maoshan, it was fine for her to be out and about for a while, but constantly floating outside without returning would negatively affect Maoshan’s reputation.

During the feast, she drank too much, and between the lines of her speech, she conveyed one message: Mountain Master Feng, if you were to give me a title, I wouldn’t need to return, but alas… you won’t give me that title.

Her drunken confession made everyone present a bit uncomfortable, and Zhang Caixin’s face was so cold one could scrape frost off of it.

In the end, it was Feng Jun who spoke up, saying, “Tomorrow, I’ll send you back, and it’s just as well because I’m planning to visit Chaoyang to see my parents.”

Early the next morning, Feng Jun drove off with the Little Celestial Master.

After arriving at Maoshan, it was still early, but Tang Wenji wouldn’t let Feng Jun leave, insisting that he stay for a night at the foothill of Maoshan.

The implication was very clear; in Luohua Manor, Feng Jun had two acknowledged qingren: Sister Hong and good scenery, and Tang Wenji seldom had the chance to be alone with him inside the manor.

Ever since he plucked her Red Pill, the Little Celestial Master knew too well what she was missing, and once a woman became enlightened in that way, she would have some needs, but in the manor, it was difficult to find the opportunity.

Arriving at Maoshan, she finally seized her chance and refused to let Feng Jun leave.

Feng Jun stayed in Maoshan for two nights, admiring the scenery on the mountain during the day, and teaching the Little Celestial Master yoga at night.

On the third day, he firmly left. Although Maoshan was nice, it ultimately wasn’t a place for a long stay.

He spent a day in Chaoyang; the progress of the construction project was satisfactory, and his parents’ cultivation was also progressing well, having broken through their bottlenecks to reach Intermediate Level Martial Artist.

Feng Jun also heard some news that Liu Jiagui, a relative of his mother and a small-time leader who once sold counterfeit goods to his family, had recently developed renal failure. His kidney matching difficulty was high, and without a suitable kidney source, he was relying on dialysis to survive.

Dialysis was costly, Liu Jiagui could get a reimbursement for part of it, but even so, it brought great financial pressure on him, and now he was trying to borrow money everywhere.

Being a distant relative of Zhang Junyi and knowing the Feng Family was wealthy, he came to ask for help.

Feng Wenhui and his spouse despised this man’s lack of principles in his conduct, so they only gave him five hundred yuan, clearly stating that it was a gift that didn’t need to be paid back, and that there was no more to lend.

Actually, if given the choice, they wouldn’t even want to give the five hundred, but there was no helping it. Born in a small county with familial ties, they had to consider public opinion and reputation.

However, Liu Jiagui was furious. It’s said that he threw the money on the ground and cursed–your family is rich enough to rent mountains, build roads, and when a relative comes to borrow money, you only give out five hundred, are you treating me like a beggar?

But the Feng Family of today was different from before, and Zhang Junyi decisively said, if you wish to ask, that’s all you get, if you don’t want it, then you can leave.

With red eyes, Liu Jiagui wanted to lash out violently, but Feng Wenhui and his wife were living on the construction site surrounded by strong laborers, as many as needed, so with them stepping forward, he had no choice but to leave in disgrace.

Now, he’s still spreading rumors around the county, claiming the Feng Family rose to wealth and then turned their backs on people.

Feng Wenhui and his spouse didn’t bother to stoop to his level. His reputation in the county wasn’t good, so who would believe him?

After hearing about this, Feng Jun also felt a twinge of remorse. If that man hadn’t burnt his bridges, renal failure… wasn’t such a big deal. Not to mention anything else, even if it were early-stage uremia, with treatment and rest in a Spirit Gathering Array, it was highly likely to recover.

In the mountains of Chaoyang, the Earth Vein was already formed, and Feng Jun could set up a Spirit Gathering Array at any time.

But now, it was definitely impossible to let him benefit from the Spiritual Energy, even if what he could siphon was minuscule, posing almost no burden on the Spirit Gathering Array.

Feng Jun had no intention of telling his parents that the Spirit Gathering Array could heal Liu Jiagui.

His parents were not obscurantist philanthropists, but if they knew the details, it would be hard to guarantee they wouldn’t feel a twinge of guilt towards Liu Jiagui–this was essentially akin to standing by and watching someone die. For someone a little old-fashioned, it was not easy to face.

Feng Jun decided that he would shoulder this moral pressure himself.

Indeed, before returning this time, he had planned to set up a Spirit Gathering Array for his parents.

A day later, he brought his parents to the newly constructed Spirit Gathering Array and explained how to activate and use it.

The Spirit Gathering Array was constructed by the water, near the bountiful Earth Vein. Because of the Earth Vein, the Spirit Gathering Array could gather Spiritual Energy even faster than at Luohua Manor. After stopping the Spirit Gathering Array, he advised his parents to collect the Spirit Stone and the piece of black iron.

In that case, even if someone had their eyes on the Spirit Gathering Array, it would be impossible to steal the whole Formation.

In fact, what Feng Jun was most concerned about was that, once the Spirit Gathering Array was activated, it might attract the attention of some animals, which would be the most dangerous thing for his parents.

Small insects weren’t a concern, as they would burst before entering the Spirit Gathering Array, and creatures like snakes and scorpions were also a bit too weak, but if a robust wild boar showed up, that would be a different story.

So he left behind several Essence Blood Protection Talismans, since they were for his own parents, having a few extra in stock was never a bad idea.

He explained over and over again, wanting to fully convey to his parents how important the Spirit Gathering Array was, urging them to give it their full attention.

But in the end, Zhang Junyi even came up with a statement, “It seems this thing really is quite good, son, you’re under a lot of pressure… maybe we should just forget it.”

A mother’s heart always aches for her child; she couldn’t bear to see him worrying so much.

But Feng Jun wouldn’t have any of it, “Mom, with your level of cultivation, the Spirit Gathering Array would greatly increase your cultivation speed. If you cultivate too slowly… you won’t get to enjoy as many benefits.”

Their son’s good intentions were eventually accepted by his parents–in fact, once people start cultivating, very few can resist the temptation of enhancing their cultivation level. They were just worried about the effect it might have on their son.

Having taken care of the Spirit Gathering Array, it was already afternoon, and Feng Jun planned to spend the evening with his parents and return to Zhengyang early the next morning.

However, in the evening, Feng Jun’s second aunt and her brother, Zhang Zeping, arrived at the construction site in the mountains.

They didn’t expect to find Feng Jun present and were a bit surprised, “Xiao Jun, when did you come back?”

“I arrived yesterday afternoon,” Feng Jun replied with a smile, “I came to check on my parents. I’m leaving tomorrow.”

It wasn’t that he intentionally wanted to distance himself from relatives; it was just that his current halo was too dazzling. As soon as the news of his return spread, the mayor and county committee leaders would definitely come over, and it wouldn’t be out of place for a few deputy mayors to be alarmed as well; it was just too uncomfortable.

Zhang Zeping now finally had a job, relying on Feng Wenhui to get by–there was no helping it, who let him be Feng Wencheng’s brother-in-law?

His job was very easy, inspecting the materials used in construction; actually, this responsibility belonged to the supervisors. However, he had direct access to the higher-ups. Although the supervisors could also talk to Feng Wenhui or Zhang Junyi, Zhang Zeping was more convenient and was a local as well.

In the end, it was a dispensable position, getting paid for nothing. Occasionally, when he was in a hurry, he might give others a hard time and even mix in a bit of tobacco, alcohol, rice, and vegetables.

Of course, Zhang Zeping dared not go too far. If he pushed people too hard and they went straight to Feng Wenhui to complain, he also couldn’t get away with it.

So, he just wielded a little authority; he couldn’t earn much extra, mostly just freeloaded his daily food and drink without spending his own money.

Bizarrely, Zhang Zeping enjoyed this kind of life–living aimlessly, taking each day as it comes.

His visit now, however, was for a slightly different matter, “Brother Wenhui, this morning, Liu Jiagui kicked up a fuss at the Forestry Guesthouse again.”

Liu Jiagui now… truly was a headache. He was never a good sort to start with, and currently, he was grappling with a terminal illness, so he made trouble for anyone he could. If someone else tried to deal with him, he wouldn’t care since his life was already in tatters.

He didn’t dare make trouble at the construction site because there were too many workers there who could easily best him. If he complained to the county authorities afterward, no one would risk offending Feng Jun to support him.

Liu Jiagui was acquainted with Director Ji, the head of the Forestry Bureau, as well as with many leaders of the Forestry Guesthouse, and he had some dirt on them, so he often freeloaded there.

Since he was a chronic debtor and the Forestry Guesthouse had stopped accommodating him, he would occasionally stir up trouble and threaten them. It’s rare for someone so brazenly in debt to be so arrogant.

Actually, others knew of his terminal illness and were reluctant to seriously confront him, to avoid driving him into a corner where he might try a scorched earth approach.

So, despite the debt he owed, he could still occasionally freeload at the Forestry Guesthouse. He had mastered the essence of blackmail and extortion; he’d just enjoy a good meal, and that would usually keep him from returning for a few days–after all, you can’t always shear the same sheep.

When he went to the Forestry Guesthouse, there was also a traditional highlight: cursing Feng Wencheng.

Liu Jiagui had no real relationship with Feng Wencheng. Back when Liu was doing well, the now Vice President Feng was only a department manager.

But who made Feng Wencheng’s sister-in-law Zhang Junyi?

Vice President Feng wasn’t someone who liked trouble, but having been promoted, he had to maintain some dignity. After tolerating it several times and becoming furious, he hinted to the security to beat that rascal up.

Before the beating had even started, the head of the guesthouse got wind of it and called Feng Wencheng, telling him to cool off. That guy is now just a pile of dog shit, you can beat him up and it wouldn’t be a big deal, but if he holds a grudge against you, he’ll haunt you endlessly.

To be honest, in terms of clinging on to someone, terminally ill patients rank just after drug addicts. Only because Feng Wenhui could ensure that Liu Jiagui was always at a disadvantage, did he dare not come to the construction site to make trouble.

However, Feng Wenhui was quite curious, “Zeping, why have you been bringing up Liu Jiagui so much lately?”

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