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Chapter 912 - Chapter 912 Chapter 912 Spontaneous Golden Core

Chapter 912: Chapter 912: Spontaneous Golden Core Chapter 912: Chapter 912: Spontaneous Golden Core Master Busheng, as the Golden Core Master responsible for surveillance at the Tianxin Platform, not only secretly protected his disciples but also had duties such as investigating and rectifying corruption.

Furthermore, it was part of his responsibilities to understand the landscape of the Cultivation World, to inquire about Natural Treasures, and to search for outstanding talents.

During the day, the Tianxin Platform had gone to Tiantong to investigate and understand the situation; there was basically no chance of anything happening–the Tiantong was also a legitimate cultivation force with a not-insignificant scale, so it was unlikely that anyone would dare cause trouble.

Therefore, Master Busheng had been roaming around the Qiuchen Market leisurely when he happened to pass by and smelled the entrancing fragrance of love-laden dreams.

Besides smelling the fragrance, he also saw the bright so-called “electric lights,” indicating that this group of people must be well-off.

As for electric lights, Master Busheng actually disdained them because the light bulbs that appeared in the Cultivation World were mostly powered by Boiler Camel Motorcycles, which not only emitted smoke but also made loud noises. Ordinary people found them convenient, but he found them noisy and bothersome.

As a Golden Core Master, his ability to perceive things in secret was strong, yet he also knew that these devices were quite useful for lower-level cultivators.

He had no bias against the generators, knowing that they had the wine named love-laden dreams, he thought of stopping by for a drink or two. To his surprise, as he drew closer, he overheard two people debating treatment methods for the soul.

After listening for a while, he developed some fondness for this “Feng Daoist,” capable of curing the mixed poison in the Purple Gold Eagles, which was no simple feat.

Indeed, he wanted to recruit Feng Jun mainly for his medical and alchemy capabilities.

However, since the other party was only at the first layer out of dust, the best he could offer was a position as a Guest Elder to attract him to join the Heavenly Heart.

Of course, he didn’t think Feng Jun would refuse the offer, which came from the prestigious Wutai.

In fact, after Feng Jun accepted, he planned to point out, “I have the power to recommend, but whether the Tianxin Platform will accept you depends on your personal strength.”

Who would have anticipated that upon hearing this, Feng Jun was momentarily stunned, then he lifted his cup with a smile and spoke, “Thank you for the honor, Master. I truly appreciate it… I’ll drink to that first.”

He spoke politely, but Master Busheng detected something more behind his words, “What’s wrong, are you slightly unwilling?”

Feng Jun finished his drink in one gulp before smiling back, “My cultivation level is somewhat modest, and I enjoy this carefree life. Perhaps, once my cultivation is higher and I’ve seen enough… I might consider settling down.”

Master Busheng was left momentarily speechless; originally, he had more to say–if you want to be a Guest Elder at my Tianxin Platform, you will still need to undergo some assessments!

However, being a Golden Core Master, he was quite magnanimous. Everyone had their own aspirations, and it was no big deal if he could not recruit someone at the first layer out of dust–was he supposed to get upset about it?

Then they continued drinking together, the wine named love-laden dreams was indeed impressive; Ji PingAn and Liang Yisi drank over half a jin and didn’t dare to drink more, only daring to use ordinary Spiritual Wine to fill in the gaps.

Feng Jun, on the other hand, was able to keep drinking with Master Busheng.

After Master Busheng had consumed three or four jins of the wine, his face showed a hint of tipsiness, and he casually remarked, “This love-laden dreams hasn’t been brewed for long; the Cup of Longing is with you, isn’t it?”

Fearing that Feng Jun might have other ideas, Feng Jun laughed and replied, “I’ve already promised Tiantong that the Cup of Longing will be auctioned off by them.”

Master Busheng glanced sideways at him, “Do you have the actual formula to brew the real love-laden dreams?”

He was a connoisseur of wine and could determine from the aroma alone that it was love-divided-by-three, tasting that the wine was a recent optimization.

“I can’t brew it,” Feng Jun shook his head firmly, responding, “I don’t possess the formula for love-laden dreams.”

Master Busheng shook his head helplessly, “That’s too bad, I’ll ask around for you… By the way, when you brew with Spiritual Wine, spend a few more days…”

It turned out that the transformation of Spiritual Wine into love-laden dreams required at least three days for love-divided-by-three; for love-divided-by-six, it took nine days; and for love-divided-by-nine–the product of eighteen days.

Only with the true formula and brewing for forty-nine days could one produce the real love-laden dreams.

Indubitably a Golden Core Master, he was aware of things not even Feng Jun knew.

Master Busheng nearly consumed five jins of love-divided-by-three and then took out a small bottle, asking Feng Jun to pour some wine into it.

Feng Jun was not stingy, but after pouring in twenty jins, the small bottle still wasn’t full. Mi Yunshan, in charge of pouring, grew anxious and hurriedly informed Feng Jun of the situation.

“Haha, twenty jins is enough,” Master Busheng heard her and chuckled, summoning the small bottle back with a raise of his hand, then stood up and declared, “All right, I had a great time drinking today, let’s call it quits.”

As he spoke, he turned to leave, then casually flicked a white token toward Feng Jun, “I won’t take advantage of you; here’s a little something for you.”

It seemed like he tossed the token casually, but Feng Jun, who was closest, could feel the immense aura, ready to burst forth from the white token.

Finally unable to hold back, huh? Feng Jun’s lips curled into a slight smile. He had heard that Tianxin Platform’s people acted capriciously, used to doing as they pleased–I am the Heavenly Heart.

Today’s reception had been polite, without any rudeness, but clearly, whether by rejecting the other’s recruitment or by planning to arm-wrestle with him, there was still a hint of offense.

And so, as he left, he offered some benefit but also harbored a probing intention.

Feng Jun stood up, catching the white card with both hands. His body swayed twice, and his face instantly turned crimson red. Then, opening his mouth, he “puff” expelled a mouthful of fresh blood.

Master Busheng didn’t look back as he stepped forward, his pace seemingly slow but actually fast, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished into the darkness. No one could see the hint of a smile on his lips, “Sly kid… it seems he truly does have something up his sleeve.”

He had never been able to let go of the matter of “arm-wrestling.” He always felt that the other party might have duped him, but at the same time, he thought his own ideas were somewhat bizarre. Hence, before leaving, he tested the other party with his move.

There was no helping it; those from the Tianxin Platform didn’t often have magnanimity–since I’m feeling a bit irked, why should I pretend to be generous?

Master Busheng knew the extent of his action–it was about enough to cause the other side a minor injury, not much more.

However, even though the other party did cough up blood, that wasn’t what he wanted, because he knew in his heart that the guy wasn’t injured.

Did he not know what had happened with the force he imbued in that card?

He could sense that in the instant Feng Jun took the card, there was an extremely subtle fluctuation. Perhaps it was time, maybe space, or it could have been the Great Dao or even fate.

The key was that after a fluctuation, his force suddenly vanished, then that guy swayed twice, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He was quite certain that the other party was faking it, and as for why to fake it, there were only two reasons.

One was to conceal his own trump card, and the other was to let this Golden Core Master cool down…

He faintly heard a female voice muttering, although her voice was hushed, he still heard her clearly, “This is the Golden Core Master’s repayment? Had I known, I wouldn’t have invited him.”

“Heh heh,” he silently chuckled. A little servant girl who hadn’t even entered the Qi Refinement Realm dared to prattle on?

Yet he had no intention of taking offense. The Tianxin Platform emphasized following one’s desires, so it was okay for him to squabble a bit with Feng Jun, a neophyte, but as for contesting the fourth layer beyond the mortal realm… A distinguished Golden Core Master truly could not afford such a loss.

He did have one curiosity: Feng Jun had a trump card that could put him at a disadvantage, but what exactly was this card…

Feng Jun had employed cross-plane powers to neutralize the other’s force because he couldn’t accurately judge the extent of damage the White Fluorite card’s power could cause him.

A small injury was bearable, but a severe one… he didn’t want to entertain that.

Because what loomed ahead could very well lead to war, and with cultivation levels already worlds apart, if he were to sustain a serious injury, would there still be a fight to be had?

So, he retreated back to the Earth Plane, neutralizing the force, and then swiftly returned. Riding on the disturbance created by the other’s presence, he feigned spitting out blood–he was giving face for the last time, the rest was up to you!

About five minutes after Master Busheng departed, Ji PingAn finally gave Feng Jun a cupped-hand salute, smiling wryly as he spoke, “My apologies.”

Feng Jun was about to lower his head to examine the White Fluorite card when he heard this and raised his eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

Ji PingAn pondered for a moment, considering how to phrase it, while Liang Yisi snorted coldly, “Enough. What does it matter if your surname is also Ji? You’re not related by even a long shot.”

The two were not new acquaintaries, and they understood each other’s temperament very clearly.

Feng Jun smiled nonchalantly, “Well, it’s our honor that they would sit down and chat with us. To meet a living Golden Core Master… right, what’s this card about?”

On the white card was simply a large “Guidance” character, below which were two seal characters “Busheng,” and the back had the Tianxin symbol.

“This is…” Liang Yisi took it over and looked closely, then shook his head, “I’ve never seen it before.”

Ji PingAn looked at it as well and contemplated, then ventured, “Is it a Guidance card?”

A Guidance card was evidence that a Cultivation Seedling had been chosen and would be brought in for Guidance.

Feng Jun glanced at Mi Yunshan, who shook her head, speaking softly, “I haven’t seen a Guidance card before… it seems I have none.”

Ji PingAn looked at her in surprise, inwardly shocked. Was this girl’s talent so exceptional that she would be chosen for Guidance?

Though he thought this, his words were different, “Guidance cards are only held by major powers, small powers… do not need them.”

From not far away, Mo called out, “Guidance cards are dark, not white… that’s what my elder Boiler Camel said.”

Mi Yunshan reached out to pat her head, smiling as she spoke, “Your elder brother isn’t from the Tianxin Platform. Guidance cards might not be universal.”

The next day, Feng Jun was still there, explaining to the outside that he was healing until the afternoon of the third day, when he returned to the small courtyard.

At the entrance to the courtyard, there was a new situation; surprisingly, dozens of people surrounded and observed a notice.

Feng Jun was astonished and walked over to take a look, his eyes widening immediately–that was… “Instructions for Telephone Installation”?

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