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Chapter 911 - Chapter 911 Chapter 911 Encounter with Golden Core

Chapter 911: Chapter 911: Encounter with Golden Core Chapter 911: Chapter 911: Encounter with Golden Core The middle-aged man said while reaching out to grab Feng Jun’s skewer, his demeanor was casual, very much at ease, “Oh, can Viper meat be grilled and eaten like this? Hmm… It looks really tasty.”

After finishing his words, he began gnawing on the skewer leisurely, appearing quite debonair.

Feng Jun stared at him blankly for almost half a minute before flashing a grin, “Well then, how about arm wrestling?”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, his hand holding the skewer also hung in mid-air, “What do you mean by arm wrestling?”

Once he understood, he couldn’t help but laugh, “So rustic and brutal? Do you think I look frail?”

Feng Jun smiled, “Actually, I’m not very confident either, so I had to choose this… Are you really unwilling to reveal your name?”

“Ah?” The middle-aged man became curious, “We meet by chance and share a drink, is the name really that important?”

“It is,” Feng Jun nodded seriously, “Because recently, someone might be looking for trouble with me.”

“Oh,” the middle-aged man nodded, showing he understood, but he was not about to change his mind, “Then it seems we must arm wrestle.”

Feng Jun rubbed his right wrist and rotated it a few times before speaking with a smile, “I hope I don’t lose.”

“Lao Feng,” Liang Yisi couldn’t help but speak up to remind him, “You haven’t laid out any conditions yet. What if you win… It’s better to declare it beforehand than to argue about it later.”

Feng Jun laughed, “It’s hard to win, so I’m not in a hurry to set any conditions.”

The middle-aged man looked at him faintly, his eyes harboring a deeply hidden mockery, “I feel like you have the strength of a transcendent phase… But have you considered that I might have concealed my strength too?”

“No worries,” Feng Jun grinned at him, placed his right elbow on the table, opened and then closed his palm, and after doing this three times, he finally spoke softly, “May the best man win!”

The middle-aged man paused, a hint of amusement and then a touch of solemnity appearing in his eyes; he straightened his back slightly and asked in a deep voice, “Do you know what my cultivation level is?”

“I do,” Feng Jun said with a half-smile, “You could tell I am of the transcendent phase… You might be a master, right?”

At those words, the air seemed to freeze, and the crowd around stared at the middle-aged man–Was this a Golden Core Master?

Liang Yisi’s face turned pale in an instant, his teeth chattering slightly… I almost attacked a real master?

Feng Jun was ninety-nine percent sure that the other party was a Golden Core Master, vaguely sensing a mysterious restraint in the air.

Why did he keep asking for the man’s name? Because he didn’t dare to pull out his phone to check the man’s real data through nearby people.

When the man was at a distance, he didn’t feel it, and when he appeared, he was over two hundred meters away, beyond his detection range. But as he approached, he suddenly grew uneasy.

He couldn’t be sure that taking out his mobile phone to investigate would definitely make the other person sense something was off, but a strong intuition told him it was inappropriate.

He didn’t want to offend the man, so he cooperatively didn’t mind him approaching, and when he heard the commentary on the wine, he even politely offered a cup for the man to drink.

But drinking a second cup would be inappropriate.

In fact, Feng Jun was still considering: Is it possible… that the Xue Family had summoned a Golden Core?

He really didn’t want to attack a real master, nor was he willing to kill innocently, but if the other person took the initiative, he probably wouldn’t even have the chance to defend himself, and that would be irresponsible to his own life.

Since the man refused to reveal his name, he could only… apologize, a visit to another dimensional plane?

He wasn’t sure if he could kill a Golden Core, but being passive wasn’t his style; if there were no other way, he had to give it a try.

Arm wrestling was the most suitable method; at least he didn’t have to consider the other attack methods of a Golden Core Master.

But now that the other party had asked, he answered honestly.

Of course, he still played a trick–not that I can feel you are a Golden Core, but because my Qi Concealment Technique is awesome, and you could discover my real cultivation level, so you might be a Golden Core.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man became interested, “Is your Qi Concealment Technique very powerful?”

He blinked twice, a subtle glow shining in his eyes as he scanned Feng Jun from top to bottom before smiling, “A rough method, but I didn’t notice before… It’s quite extraordinary.”

Feng Jun replied casually, “Acquired by chance, it’s said it might be a Qi Cultivator heritage.”

“Qi Cultivator…” The middle-aged man felt a headache brewing; he really didn’t like this topic.

So he returned to the previous topic, “Since you know, I might be a Golden Core Master… do you still dare to arm wrestle with me?”

“Let’s gamble,” Feng Jun smiled, his face showing a bit of embarrassment, “Well, what if… what if you aren’t?”

What he meant to say definitely wasn’t “what if you aren’t,” but that was all he could say.

In fact, the middle-aged man didn’t particularly believe in these words. As a Golden Core Master, his ability to perceive danger was not inferior to Feng Jun’s. Just now, he had genuinely intended to try “arm wrestling,” the curious competitive sport.

But just as he was about to make his move, a vague premonition stirred in his heart as if something bad was about to happen.

Cultivators train themselves to be of resilient spirit, not caring about any hardships; they believe more in “I control my fate, not the heavens” — cultivation itself is an act of defying the heavens.

However, one can disbelieve in destiny, but one cannot ignore the secrets of Heaven. If you cannot carefully discern the workings of fate and seize the opportunity to use them to your advantage, then what kind of defiance against the heavens is that?

The so-called defiance involves the legendary “The Great Dao is fifty, but the heavens deploy forty-nine.” The Heavenly Dao has its rules, yet it also leaves a sliver of opportunity — so… if you don’t even care about fate’s secrets, how can you seize that fleeting “one” chance?

The middle-aged man guessed based on his instincts that the other party might truly have the capacity to kill him — even if there wasn’t a high chance, there would at least be an increase in his ordeals.

Therefore, he gave the other a deep look and asked with a smile, “So now, you know I’m a Golden Core… do we still arm wrestle?”

“Let’s wrestle,” Feng Jun replied naively with a smile, “What if you’re not a Golden Core? Plus, you said you’d suppress your power to the Qi Refinement Realm; I’m in the Ascendant Phase, so I might not necessarily lose.”

His words made sense, but they could not mask one fact — he dared to challenge a suspected Golden Core Stage cultivator.

The middle-aged man stared at him for a long while and finally huffed lightly. “My surname is Ji, as in the seasons!”

He felt his heart palpitate again and couldn’t be bothered to fuss about such a trivial matter; it was just a drink after all.

Actually, there was one thing he hadn’t considered, but his subconscious was already sensing trouble — up till now, Feng Jun hadn’t mentioned what he wanted if he won.

In fact, Feng Jun didn’t want to waste words on this matter — if I really won, the other person would definitely be finished.

Is there any point in demanding compensation from a dead man? Picking up the Storage Bag would be enough; talking about anything else was nonsense.

What he really needed to consider was how to cover up the murder of a Golden Core.

Hearing the middle-aged man’s words, everyone was stunned. Liang Yisi was even pondering: A surname Ji… by revealing his surname, does this Golden Core intend to smooth over the matter with that?

But Ji PingAn was already shouting, “Master Busheng… ah, so it’s from the Tianxin Platform…”

He was incredibly excited because… he also had the surname Ji.

The middle-aged man raised his hand, and a white cover enveloped him, making it impossible to see except for him bouncing around inside and shouting continuously, but no one knew what he was shouting.

The middle-aged man gave Feng Jun a smile. “I like peace and quiet.”

You approached me for no reason; aren’t you the one disturbing the peace? Feng Jun didn’t bother responding and was about to speak for Ji PingAn, who was ecstatic, so he simply poured a drink and presented it with both hands. “Enjoy, Master.”

Actually, he was pondering in his mind… Ji Busheng? Is this the real person from Tianxin Platform?

The middle-aged man downed another drink quickly and then smiled faintly. “Can I drink now?”

“Of course,” Feng Jun picked up his drink, clinked glasses with the still jumpy Liang Yisi, and then spoke with a smile, “To have a Golden Core Master join us in casual drinking in the wilderness is truly alarming.”

The middle-aged man glanced at him sideways. “First presumptuous, then respectful… that is not the heart of a cultivator.”

Feng Jun thought for a moment and responded, “Master Busheng hiding his cultivation level… that’s probably not very Heavenly Heart, right?”

Liang Yisi, bold as he was, could only droop his eyelids, thinking to himself that you really dare to say anything.

The middle-aged man just laughed nonchalantly, wiped his hand on his coat after grabbing some skewers, “Indeed, I am Ji Busheng, but I am here on a covert investigation. Tianxin Platform teaches adherence to the Heavenly Heart without deception, yet I am fulfilling a sect mission… is there a problem?”

At that moment, the white cover around Ji PingAn also vanished. Though he was trapped, the cover allowed sound to transmit one-way — he could hear the outside, but his words couldn’t escape.

The means of real cultivators truly should not be underestimated.

However, Ji PingAn finally caught his chance to speak, “Since it’s a mission, is it suitable for you to drink like this?”

He was just that straightforward; though he was thrilled to meet a true Cultivator of his own clan, as a Combat cultivator, he didn’t think too much about it.

Ji Busheng wouldn’t bother arguing with him — it wasn’t worth it and unnecessary — but looked towards Feng Jun thoughtfully, “I deeply admire your Alchemy Dao, would you be willing to become a Guest Elder of the Tianxin Platform?”

He had hidden his cultivation level and name, certainly to save some trouble, but more importantly, he was responsible for surveillance on behalf of Tianxin Platform.

Tianxin Platform’s visit to Qiuchen Market was led by a Golden Core Elder, and aside from the Reward Command Token, there were a series of tasks to be completed — since a Golden Core was deployed, it couldn’t be just for some minor issues.

While Ji Busheng’s appearance wasn’t widely known even within the Tianxin Platform, a surveilling Master had secretly followed along.

However, Tianxin Platform wasn’t fraught with as much internal conflict as outsiders assumed; its main role was to provide protection and, incidentally, to enjoy some sightseeing.

(Updated, during the double period, still need to loudly call for monthly tickets, the early month’s tickets are very important for Feng Xiao.)

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