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Chapter 910 - Chapter 910 Chapter 910 Three Parts of Yearning

Chapter 910: Chapter 910 Three Parts of Yearning Chapter 910: Chapter 910 Three Parts of Yearning The Xue Family really did go to Tiantong to inquire about the relationship between Tiantong and Feng Jun.

Tiantong’s answer was quite formal, saying that Feng Jun was an important business partner of theirs. Chairman Huang Fu of the Eastern Branch in Donghua Country, Mortal Realm was the intermediary contact.

Moreover, the Xue Family wanted to find Huang Fu Flawless, but she had recently been absent from Fang Market because she had gone to handle matters regarding the Heavenly Heart Reward Command Token.

Before seeing Huang Fu Flawless, the Xue Family absolutely didn’t have the guts to act against Feng Jun–they couldn’t even confirm how their two High Tier Qi Refinement cultivators had died.

Master Xu could also guess that the Xue Family wouldn’t act against Feng Jun in the short term, so he didn’t mention it to Feng Jun–this wasn’t his business, so why should he force his involvement?

Today, Huang Fu Flawless had returned, accompanied by the people from Tianxin Platform. Master Xu, who was ordered to find Feng Jun, casually mentioned it.

However, Ji PingAn and Liang Yisi were also involved in this matter. Although they knew that Feng Jun had agreed to take the blame, it was normal to ask a few more questions.

After listening to this, Feng Jun just laughed dismissively, “The Xue Family doesn’t dare to confront me directly? Such limited courage!”

In his opinion, if he were in their position, regardless of the relationship with the Huang Fu Family, he would at least ask about how his two masters died, whether it was his doing or not.

To not even have the courage to face an opponent directly, yet still claim to be a cultivator family?

Of course, in fact, he was speaking without considering their difficulties; the Xue Family was indeed eager to confront him directly, but with a large family and business on the rise, it was never too cautious.

After Feng Jun finished speaking, he finally directly answered Ji PingAn’s question, “In a few days. Right now, I am helping Changhai Book House complete the pill formulas. Once I receive the payment, I can leave Qiuchen and head to Mount Zhige.”

“Old Man Su’s pill formulas?” Both men were stunned. Both were old residents of Qiuchen Market, and very familiar with Old Man Su, who also resided there, “You managed to complete it?”

“I’ve already completed it and even cured his Flawless Golden Carving,” Feng Jun said with a smile, casually replying, “Now I am just waiting for him to verify the formula… Once verified, I can collect my payment.”

Hearing this, Liang Yisi couldn’t help but exclaim, “The Su Family has a Flawless Golden Carving? Can’t be, with Old Man Su’s stingy nature.”

Both he and Ji PingAn were locals, but they were usually stationed on the border wall, so it was normal for them not to be up-to-date; the Su Family had only acquired the Flawless Golden Carving three years ago.

“Two pots calling the kettle black!” a voice suddenly exclaimed, “Talking behind someone’s back isn’t nice… my family indeed has Xiao Xiangxiang!”

It turned out to be Su Moer, who was wandering around and overheard the conversation, fuming.

“Whoa,” Ji PingAn looked at her and said with a smile, “So this must be the beloved granddaughter of Old Man Su?”

With Su Moer’s confirmation, the fact that Feng Jun had completed the pill formula was evidenced, leaving both men greatly amazed.

Ji PingAn might have let it be, but Liang Yisi couldn’t resist asking about the approach to completing the pill formula–he himself had studied alchemy too.

How could Feng Jun know the approach to complete pill formulas? He couldn’t exactly say, “It was done with a cheating device, right?”

Thus, he could only say that Old Master Su had a requirement not to disclose the formula casually.

As they spoke, it grew late; not wanting to return and be examined, Feng Jun simply set up a tent where he was, installed a generator, light bulb, and started cooking with pots and pans.

As night fell, when the meal was ready, and with Ji PingAn and Liang Yisi present, Feng Jun straightforwardly brought out “Resonance in Dreams.”

He had persistently traded Spiritual Wine in Earth Realm, amounting to nearly two thousand catties, but no one on Earth shared this wine with him–even those undiluted Spiritual Wines were beyond the capacity of many to drink openly.

Now that he had drinking partners, he could finally enjoy a good drink.

The reputation of “Resonance in Dreams” wasn’t made up; the fragrance of the wine drifted with the wind, and from over ten meters away, Moer, just catching a whiff of the scent, began to stagger.

Today there were quite a number of people out and about, and a group of people more than a mile away smelled the wine and couldn’t help but look over.

Nonetheless, this wasn’t exactly a city area, but rather the edge of Fang Market, where the crowd wasn’t dense and market patrols only appeared occasionally.

Since Feng Jun had brought the generator, the bright light bulbs illuminated the night as if it were daytime, letting others know these were no ordinary people, and no one dared to spontaneously cause trouble.

As they drank, Liang Yisi once again thought about the pill formula. His interest in alchemy stemmed mainly from an injury to his eye followed by exposure to poisonous gas, which eventually forced him to have it removed, a matter to which he had always held on.

If at that time he had had good enough elixirs, saving his eye would have been no problem.

This had become his obsession, and as he drank, he broached the topic again.

Though Feng Jun couldn’t discuss pill formulas with him, he could talk about his treatment of the Flawless Golden Carving–after all, it had also suffered from poison.

Liang Yisi, who had no experience in treating Spirit Birds, was interested in the knowledge of Alchemy Dao and medical techniques in the discussion.

The two even quarreled, for Liang Yisi believed that the swelling in the Zijin bird’s brain was clearly due to damage to the soul, and using silver needles at this time would not only fail to be effective but could also leave behind hidden dangers.

He believed that repairing the soul was the correct approach because this realm also emphasized “strengthening the foundation and cultivating the source” in treatment. Feng Jun’s treatment methods bore the suspicion of neglecting essentials in favor of trivia.

“Okay, you did cure the Zijin bird, but that might be because its soul was not strong enough. Human Cultivators absolutely cannot be treated this way.”

Feng Jun disagreed, “I’ve done plenty of head needlework. If it’s necessary, not to mention the head, even if it’s the sea of qi, I will treat it.”

“Strengthening the foundation and cultivating the source is indeed correct, but if the situation is urgent, we must prioritize addressing the immediate dangers… If a person is dead, what foundation is there to strengthen?”

“Well argued!” A voice called out from not far away, and a person emerged from the darkness.

The newcomer, looking to be in his forties, had a pale, beardless face and was dressed in a long robe, appearing genteel like a schoolteacher.

He appeared quite a distance from where Feng Jun and others were dining, over two hundred meters away, but he approached step by step, seemingly leisurely yet rapidly, appearing beside everyone in the blink of an eye.

As he got closer, it became increasingly clear that his blue shirt was washed to the point of fading, making him seem somewhat destitute.

Liang Yisi and Ji PingAn watched him warily, a faint murderous aura emanating from them, “Who might you be?”

The destitute middle-aged man responded nonchalantly, “A passerby… drawn by the scent of wine.”

Though he appeared destitute, he was also a high-tier Qi Refinement cultivator, and his movements were quite exceptional. It was normal, considering that he’d heard Feng Jun and the others’ conversation from such a distance, indicating his cultivation level couldn’t be low.

Ji PingAn’s eyes narrowed sinisterly, “You’re not from Qiuchen, are you?”

“Hmm,” the middle-aged man nodded lightly, “Like I said, I’m just passing through.”

Liang Yisi spoke up indifferently, “If you’re not from Qiuchen, then please leave; we aren’t acquainted.”

It was not his usual manner of talking. Being a ruthless and proud person, he usually preferred action over words, never sparing his opponents, and it was only because he realized the other knew some medical skills that he was slightly more polite.

The middle-aged man glanced at him and chuckled unconcernedly, “I heard quite clearly, you’re not the host either… As a Combat Cultivator, try not to bring your hostility into everyday life.”

Liang Yisi blinked, feeling an urge to do something, but the casual words from the other somehow made him lose interest.

This unexpected turn surprised him.

The other could sense the murderous aura on him and identify him as a Combat Cultivator, which was not unusual as many cultivators were adept at reading energies. However, the casual remarks that had calmed his mind and quenched his combative thoughts were indeed strange.

Liang Yisi subtly glanced at Ji PingAn–had he used some technique on me?

Ji PingAn, however, was all smiles as he looked at the middle-aged man, “Since you know we aren’t the hosts, you should be speaking with the hosts… Besides, we haven’t had the pleasure of learning your honored name yet.”

“It matters not if we knew each other before,” the middle-aged man replied lazily, then turned his head to Feng Jun, “Nice wine!”

Feng Jun looked up at him, responding nonchalantly, “The wine’s good, and so are the people.”

The middle-aged man smiled, his nose twitching, “This wine is… a blend of Loving Thoughts?”

The wine brewed by Xiang Jue was formally known as Loving Dream, transformed from spiritual wine. Technically, it should be called “X parts of Loving Thoughts,” though this was an older term used when the three exceptional sages were around. Feng Jun knew of this, but he had never much cared for it.

Feng Jun nodded slightly, “Take a seat. Since you could tell it’s a blend of Loving Thoughts, you must be a fine person. I invite you to drink a cup.”

The middle-aged man was not pretentious; he simply conjured a chair and heavily sat down, “It seems the host is easier to talk to.”

Hearing this, Liang Yisi felt slightly challenged again. He glanced at the man, and instantly, much of his resentment dissipated.

The middle-aged man glanced at him with a half-smile, “Why look at me? You couldn’t beat me anyway.”

Just as Feng Jun’s wine was poured to the brim, he raised his hand, and in one gulp drank three ounces of Loving Dream.

He smacked his lips contentedly and nodded slightly, “Indeed not bad, another cup.”

But this time Feng Jun was unwilling to pour the wine, looking indifferently at the other, “May I know your honored surname?”

“That’s really boring,” the middle-aged man sighed helplessly, “I thought you’d be different. Just drink, why must you know names?”

Feng Jun cracked a faint smile, “I did say I would only invite you for one cup. If you don’t even wish to give your name, it seems a bit unfair to the Loving Dream, doesn’t it?”

“You must feel that since your cultivation level is high, you aren’t afraid of me,” the middle-aged man glanced at him askance, “How about this, I’ll keep my current level and fight you. If I win, you brew me a cask of Loving Dream. If you win, you name your terms…”

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