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Chapter 893: 893 Chapter: Buy Shares Chapter 893: 893 Chapter: Buy Shares Feng Jun’s Spirit Rice shone extraordinarily during the banquet, and besides Feng Tianyang and a few others who had tasted Spirit Rice before, everyone else marveled at it.

Among those present, none had wider knowledge than Elder Qiu, but when it came to understanding Spirit Rice, he couldn’t match Zhang Dongyuan.

The Heavenly Master Rice from Mount Qingcheng was a rare delicacy among the Daoist Sects and was also known to increase one’s cultivation level.

This rice was produced in limited quantities, supposedly not exceeding a thousand kilograms per year, and interestingly, ninety percent of it was taken by the Official Government.

Even Zhang Dongyuan himself had to eat the Heavenly Master Rice in secret, fearing others might accuse Qingcheng of disrespecting leadership.

He ate two bowls of rice and then spoke earnestly, “The Spirit Rice from Luohua is rich in spiritual energy, the likes of which I have rarely seen in my life… Thank you, Master Feng.”

However, Guan Shanyue hummed displeasure, “I’ve told you, it’s ‘Revered Feng.’ ”

Ever since she had accepted Ma San Niang’s description, she had been very careful, feeling that this was the proper way to show respect to Feng Jun.

But as she spoke, Feng Tianyang was already on his fifth bowl of Spirit Rice. He whispered to Elder Qiu, “Brother Qiu, don’t eat the dishes, eat the rice… Boss Feng is treating, why not take advantage?”

Elder Qiu replied with a troubled face, “But I need to pick up some dishes to go with the rice.”

Feng Tianyang snorted lightly, looking at him disdainfully, “Just add some soy sauce, haven’t you ever had rice mixed with soy sauce?”

Elder Qiu sighed and whispered, “I’m old, I don’t digest well, this is already my third bowl… you think I don’t know it’s good?”

They didn’t eat much, the most outrageous was Guan Shanyue, who, before realizing it, had poured more than ten bowls into her bamboo basket.

Feng Jun couldn’t stand it any longer and murmured, “Tell your ancestor I also have Spirit Beast Meat here, genuine Qi Refinement Spirit Beast Meat, don’t act like you’ve never eaten anything.”

A small dark head popped out of the bamboo basket, looked around, and whispered, “Don’t point it out blatantly.”

Eating is quicker without drinking, but twenty minutes later, Elder Qiu somehow produced a jar of alcohol, “A hundred-year brew from Zhongnan Mountain, really a hundred years old, today I’m happy, so let’s drink.”

“Ha, this vintage is good,” Wudang Elder Guo laughed loudly, then passed his bowl forward, “Drinking requires some dishes, give me some rice… mix in some soy sauce.”

Truthfully among those present, none really abstained from drinking; even Guan Shanyue could drink a liter, and Little Celestial Master, though the poorest drinker, was at the peak of Intermediate Level martial master and nearing High-Rank, solely supported by his Inner Qi against many.

Seeing everyone getting spirited, Feng Jun couldn’t help but bring out several bottles of his own blended Spiritual Wine, around a hundred to one ratio, ten times stronger than San Sheng Wine. Most present were Cultivators, able to handle it.

As they drank more, the gathering grew more animated, and people began to boast about their resources. Elder Qiu even loudly suggested forming an aid organization for the Daoist branches.

But Zhang Dongyuan, always the gentleman, voiced his opposition, believing it a taboo to form any organization, “We here understand each other; if we set up some organization and draft a constitution… well.”

Many nodded in agreement, including the young Tang Wenji, “Then we really will have people knocking on our doors.”

Feng Jun wasn’t too interested in the topic of Daoist aids; he felt Luohua Manor only had obligations, and garnering any benefit would be extremely difficult.

However, Elder Guo was truly cunning, guessing Feng Jun’s intentions, he smiled and spoke, “Revered Feng, Luohua would join, wouldn’t it? Actually, such a thing is mutually beneficial.”

With that said, Feng Jun started thinking, recalling Hua Hua in the manor, which came from Weiyu Cave Heaven through Elder Guo’s transfer.

Thinking further about the Soul Stone from Maoshan and several Magical Treasures from Kunlun, and the Stone Lamp that passed him by in Pingyang Mountain Cave, Feng Jun finally realized: Despite the scarceness of spiritual energy in the Earth Realm, it once possessed prosperous Daoism.

He could belittle the current Cultivators for their poverty, but he couldn’t underestimate the valuable legacies left by ancient Cultivators.

Enlarge his contacts with these people would greatly increase his chances of picking up worthwhile items.

Thus he nodded slightly, “If it’s mutually beneficial, I certainly agree.”

Hearing his interest in joining, everyone became even more excited; Luohua Manor was not only powerful but possessed many valuable items. Without them, the enthusiasm for this alliance would decrease by at least seventy percent.

Elder Qiu, getting anxious, was already considering setting some rules.

As discussions grew livelier, Guan Shanyue decisively had the wine removed, “Bring some tea instead. Let’s break into groups to discuss this thoroughly; drinking further will impede our thinking.”

In separated discussions, Feng Jun became a key point of public relations, but he merely smiled and listened without speaking lightly.

In his view, this wasn’t any rigorous organization; people came together and parted as suited. If it didn’t meet his expectations, he could always leave–though not to boast, he doubted anyone would dare not meet his expectations.

Before long, he witnessed another scene: Guan Shanyue stealthily pouring Spiritual Wine into the bamboo basket!

He couldn’t help himself anymore and walked over to speak softly, “Are you pouring wine into the bamboo basket?”

“Ah, don’t mention it,” Guan Shanyue replied in a low voice with a pained expression, “The grandmaster hasn’t been to the outside world in a long time, and your Spirit Rice and Spiritual Wine have very obvious spiritual energy, which anyone would crave.”

Feng Jun glanced at the bamboo basket and pondered before asking, “The soul-storing artifact… can it host the spirit of the artifact?”

Guan Shanyue replied softly, “It was made by the grandmaster himself, capable of dividing a part of his consciousness into this object.”

Feng Jun shook his head and directly handed over a Spirit Stone, “First, replenish her energy. As a transcendent being, to covet such a small amount of spiritual energy, what kind of dignity is that!”

Guan Shanyue took the Spirit Stone and immediately put it into the bamboo basket, but this brief fluctuation of spiritual energy still made Zhang Caixin turn her head to look over, then nonchalantly turned back.

Clearly, Ma Sanniang was happy with this gift as, about ten seconds later, a small palm waved from the edge of the basket, probably expressing her gratitude.

Guan Shanyue steadied her spirit, “Thank you, senior. By the way, can you wait two days? The grandmaster said he would reorganize the restriction a bit, and then you can visit our minor world to set cooperation standards.”

Feng Jun pondered before asking, “Do you intend to let other Daoist friends enter this minor world too?”

Guan Shanyue nodded, “Yes, I have such a plan. Danxia has been too weak for too long and is located in a remote area. Depending solely on ourselves, it’s difficult to grow in the short term without the lead of other fellows… Would you be unwilling, senior Feng?”

She couldn’t help murmuring in her heart, didn’t you just say I could decide for myself?

“It’s not like that,” Feng Jun shook his head, “What I mean is, if many people can enter the minor world, but only I can provide Spirit Stones, isn’t that a bit unfair?”

“But maintaining this minor world really requires Spirit Stones,” Guan Shanyue looked at him with a helpless expression, “I have no intention of deceiving you, currently only you can provide the Spirit Stones.”

Feng Jun nodded, “I know you are forced to do this and do not mean to target me, but no matter how you put it, it’s unfair to me!”

Guan Shanyue certainly understood his intention, so she sighed, “What should we do then?”

Feng Jun stroked his chin and answered crisply, “If possible, I want to invest…”

Guan Shanyue’s eyes widened dramatically, “Invest? Are you saying… invest in the minor world?”

She understood what he was saying, but to invest in a magical treasure… what kind of maneuver was this?

“I don’t seek a controlling share,” Feng Jun answered crisply, “but we need a fair distribution of the outputs from the minor world.”

Guan Shanyue paused, about to say something when a slight divine sense fluctuation appeared beside her.

After four or five seconds, she spoke softly, “Shall we go for a walk to the front courtyard?”

Feng Jun stood up and walked decisively towards the front courtyard, Guan Shanyue closely followed.

Zhang Caixin was chatting with a little Daoist nun, startled for a moment, and then followed as well.

Elder Qiu was chatting with Zhang Dongyuan, seeing this scene, he sighed softly, “The main characters are finally going to talk privately.”

Zhang Dongyuan smiled unconcernedly, “It was supposed to be these two families making decisions.”

In Qingcheng’s perspective, Danxia had never been considered a rival; aside from the good relationship between the two, mainly Danxia was not strong and was situated remotely with little influence.

But now, this Daoist sect with little influence surprisingly possessed an artifact with an Artifact Spirit, and even a transcendent Artifact Spirit at that–such strength, even Kunlun arriving here would need to show respect.

If previously Maoshan restarting Jintan Huayang made it a star among Daoist sects, then with such a celestial artifact, Danxia could almost claim the top combat power spot in the Daoist community.

Indeed, Spirit Beast Garden might just be a supportive artifact, but with only that transcendent Artifact Spirit, no one would dare to say they could overcome the opponent–not unless considering Luohua Manor.

Actually, Zhang Dongyuan’s mood was not so calm. A small Cave Heaven full of female cultivators had such an opportunity, he coming from Immortal Nine Chambers ranked fifth among the ten Cave Heavens did feel significantly moved.

Elder Qiu also sighed, deeply moved, “Alas, the Heavenly Dao is unpredictable… indeed, everyone has their own opportunities to envy no one.”

In reality, the atmosphere during that private chat was not very pleasant.

As soon as they entered the front courtyard, a small black shadow emerged from the basket, indignantly speaking, “I thought you were a trustworthy Daoist friend, who would have thought you still want to take Danxia’s treasure, Jiuzhou is so vast, does bullying female cultivators make you feel accomplished as a man?”

“Don’t pretend with me,” Feng Jun snorted unconcernedly, “You’re a transcendent figure, don’t you understand the concept of a shareholder business?”

He would not underestimate the wisdom of ancient people.

“Shareholding is for doing business!” Ma Sanniang yelled in a sharp voice, “How could such a Daoist lineage allow for multiple masters?”

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