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Chapter 900: Chapter 900: Guiguzi’s Strategy (One more to celebrate Alliance Leader Xian Yun Meng) Chapter 900: Chapter 900: Guiguzi’s Strategy (One more to celebrate Alliance Leader Xian Yun Meng) In the instant the Spirit Stone was placed into the Destiny Plate, a hint of trepidation had already sprouted in Feng Jun’s heart.

This feeling of trepidation came very abruptly, but his intuition told him that it probably wasn’t anything bad.

He felt that it might be because the other party was divining the secrets of fate at his request, therefore he was… implicated in some sort of cause and effect, and his cultivation level was far higher than the other party’s, which might have induced some sort of response.

Later on, this feeling became more and more distinct, but since it didn’t concern his personal safety, he wasn’t too worried.

Until the Destiny Plate exploded, and he reacted instantly–this item and I are fated.

This wasn’t an excuse to seize by force, but a real connection. The objects used in making the Destiny Plate were likely connected to the Stone Ring on his left wrist.

Sure enough, when the Destiny Plate exploded into dust, a streak of blue light entered his arm.

Feng Jun’s first reaction was not to check what changes had occurred on his arm, but rather… how the heck am I supposed to face Dong Zenghong?

So, he reflexively displayed a moderate amount of shock–I only wanted to know about Bitcoin, everything else doesn’t concern me.

But Dong Zenghong was completely stunned, and after a long while, he wailed miserably, “The Destiny Plate… ah, how could this happen!”

The next moment, he looked suspiciously at Feng Jun, his face tense with inquiry, “Does Master Feng have any advice for me?”

“What’s that look for?” Feng Jun asked flatly, his face expressionless. “The Destiny Plate is your possession…”

He had just said this when someone quickly walked over from outside, “Master Dong, what happened?”

“Nothing!” Dong Zenghong snapped irritably, “Everyone disperse, it’s none of your concern.”

The footsteps gradually faded away, and after such a commotion, Dong Zenghong regained some of his senses and began to collect the fragments of the Destiny Plate, apparently trying to find the reason for the explosion.

Feng Jun sat there motionless, even lighting a cigarette, thoughtfully watching the other man.

It seemed he was pondering what exactly had happened, but in fact, he was considering–how should this matter be settled?

Dong Zenghong rummaged and tidied for a long time without finding a fragment larger than a soybean.

Half an hour later, he collapsed onto a sofa, his eyes vacant, and muttered under his breath, “It’s over… the heritage of Ghost Valley… this is really… I’m a sinner.”

“Enough,” Feng Jun finally spoke impatiently, “could you please explain what exactly happened?”

Dong Zenghong distressedly tugged at his hair, “I really want to know too, how could… how could it end up like this?”

Feng Jun wanted to give him some compensation, but this matter… had to be handled properly.

He pondered for a while before asking, “How many Destiny Plates does the Ghost Valley Sect have?”

“How many can there be? Having one is already a lot,” Dong Zenghong’s mood was poor, and he didn’t care to consider that Feng Jun was a highly cultivated sage. “The problem is… now there isn’t even one left.”

Then he raised his head, casting a suspicious glance at Feng Jun, “You should know the reason, right?”

Feng Jun’s expression darkened, “Daoist Zenghong, such words are unpleasant. Did I ask to see the Destiny Plate? I understand you’re upset, but to slander someone out of thin air isn’t right. Do you know what the crime of affronting a sage is?”

Dong Zenghong gave him a strange look, “Affronting a sage… is there a crime?”

“Forget it,” Feng Jun shook his head with a wry smile, “You haven’t heard of it, I can’t blame you. In ancient times, affronting a sage was a capital offense… but of course, a sage must not bully the lesser without a reason.”

“I know this,” Dong Zenghong nodded casually, then raised his eyebrows, “Does your heritage still emphasize this?”

“Different sects have different demands,” Feng Jun replied nonchalantly. “You’ve suffered a loss, and I sympathize with you. From the perspective of a sage, I’m willing to offer you a chance to minimize your loss, but I have a request.”

Hearing that he could minimize his loss, Dong Zenghong visibly relaxed, but then he looked at Feng Jun suspiciously again, “What request? Let’s hear it first.”

“I want to know the truth!” Feng Jun pointed forward to a pile of gathered fragments of the Destiny Plate, indicating indifferently, “What exactly happened here? I need an answer.”

Turning the tables, it was Dong Zenghong who was now in a difficult position, who after a long contemplation, replied distressingly, “I really don’t know. If I did, why would I let it explode? I thought you did something.”

“What did I do?” Feng Jun snorted coldly, then spoke as if he was very annoyed, “I didn’t mean to offend the Ghost Valley Sect, but regarding this Destiny Plate, hehe, I’m asking you… how does it compare to the small world of Danxia Day?”

Dong Zenghong visibly paused, then muttered in a low voice, “As expected… it really is a small world.”

Actually, the excuse of the “Spirit Beast Garden” in Danxia Heaven could fool outsiders for a while, but it was not difficult for a sect with a long heritage to figure out the truth. Deceiving once or twice may be possible, but over time, everyone naturally understands what’s going on.

Dong Zenghong had already begun to suspect, but since everyone else referred to it as the Spirit Beast Garden, he could only see through it without pointing it out.

Hearing Feng Jun admit it himself, he wasn’t too surprised, but instead seriously began to ponder: between the small world and the Destiny Plate, which was more valuable?

From the perspective of an heir of Ghost Valley Sect, he would naturally think the Destiny Plate was more important–it could probe into the mysteries of destiny. However, for an outsider, perhaps the small world held more importance.

A small world is a true independent kingdom. Like the small world of Danxia Heaven that spans tens of thousands of square kilometers, it is something not even an emperor would exchange.

Feng Jun’s Luohua Manor was impressive with strict guards and restricted access, but if there really was a small world, why bother with Luohua Manor? Just move into the small world directly.

Thinking this, Dong Zenghong looked at Feng Jun and forced a smile, “So you’ve spilled the beans to Director Guan?”

“Would I have bothered if you hadn’t wronged me?” Feng Jun replied irritably, then with a wave of his hand, dismissively added, “Anyway, it was only a matter of time before she found out. Just don’t tell anyone else… Can we stick to the topic?”

Changing the subject? Dong Zenghong recalled the previous topic and fell silent.

After a while, he slowly said, “This Bitcoin is foreign… In Jiuzhou, it’s considered illegal. Using the Destiny Plate to probe it might lead to some unpredictable changes.”

Not a bad reaction, Feng Jun thought to himself approvingly. True to his sect, he had quickly accepted reality and even found a justification.

Seeing no response from him, Dong Zenghong continued, “Additionally, everything has a lifespan. The Destiny Plate is used for divining destiny; it’s probably more prone to wear and tear.”

“Another critical point is that currently, individuals who have surpassed mortality are considered the top existence in this world, the upper limit. Although the Destiny Plate has divined such stages before, times have changed, and back then, the Golden Core Stage was the limit.”

Having said that, he cleared his throat, “These three points might not be very significant individually, but all occurring together would not make the destruction of the Destiny Plate too surprising… Elder Chen, these are the reasons I can think of.”

Feng Jun stroked his chin, looking thoughtful but remained silent.

Dong Zenghong picked up a cigarette, lit it, took a couple of puffs, then crushed it out, “I’m in a bad mood, can’t think of anything else for now.”

Feng Jun asked solemnly, “Then, how would the destruction of the Destiny Plate adversely affect me?”

Dong Zenghong lit another cigarette, spoke gloomily, “Sorry, I think… it might actually be a good thing for you.”

“Oh?” Feng Jun looked at him with increased interest. It had to be said, this heir of Ghost Valley brought many surprises. Aside from the opportunity presented by the destruction of the Destiny Plate, his discourse, thinking, and adaptability gave Feng a unique impression.

Wouldn’t they say? A sect that has lasted a thousand years is rarely simple, “Why would it be a good thing?”

Dong Zenghong continued to smoke slowly, choosing his words carefully, “Because… if I’m not wrong, although Luohua’s legacy isn’t bad, it still lacks some depth. You might not lack Spirit Stones, but Magic Artifacts and Magical Treasures are a different story.”

“My Destiny Plate has collapsed, and although it’s not your fault, as an elder, if you’re willing to compensate me a bit, once this news spreads, it would establish Luohua’s positive image, akin to acquiring a priceless treasure for a mere thousand gold pieces…”

“Whoever has treasures that can’t be appraised might also take the initiative to approach Luohua, helping to enhance its foundation.”

“Heh,” Feng Jun couldn’t help but laugh at his words, finding the man more and more intriguing.

Smiling, he spoke, “Actually, your real intention is just to get more compensation from me, yet you make it sound so considerate, as if you’re thinking of me. Truly worthy of being a descendant of Ghost Valley Sect.”

“Sigh,” Dong Zenghong sighed heavily, speaking with difficulty, “The item is already destroyed, what else can I do? Crying and screaming won’t help, I can only try to salvage what I can… If I had a choice, I would rather not have the compensation, just the Destiny Plate.”

Feng Jun remained silent, knowing in his heart that he owed the other party.

After a moment of silence, he spoke, “How about this–I’ll set up a Spirit Gathering Array for you and give you five Spirit Stones?”

“Spirit Gathering Array…” Dong Zenghong grimaced, if this offer had been made half a day earlier, he would have been overjoyed–it was the foundation of any sect’s heritage and continuation.

But now, it felt somewhat pointless.

Without changing his expression, Feng Jun asked, “How about it… not enough?”

Dong Zenghong didn’t want to anger the other party, but still forced himself to reply, “Elder, our Ghost Valley Sect… does not excel in cultivation.”

(First update, celebrating alliance leader Xian Yunmeng, calling for monthly tickets and support cards during the double ticket period.)

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