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Chapter 925 - Chapter 925 Chapter 925 Worldly Trials

Chapter 925: Chapter 925 Worldly Trials Chapter 925: Chapter 925 Worldly Trials Major Sect Disciples being harmed by Evil Cultivators is actually quite common; usually, they are dealt with immediately.

Only a Loose Cultivator without anyone to claim them could be taken around with a Living Soul still attached.

However, the four Qi-Refining Practitioners present did not mourn this; such things had become all too familiar.

The priority was truly to quickly clean up the battlefield.

A Mixed-Breed at the eighth tier of Mortal Detachment bit a poison pill and committed suicide quietly when Liu Feng detonated himself.

The three Qi-Refining Practitioners in the Illusion Array were released; two surrendered willingly, while the third also self-detonated, unwilling to leave behind any clues.

But it was too late; Feng Jun even knew that he was from the Xue Family in Muchuan.

His self-detonation was not meaningless; at least, Feng Jun had no solid evidence in hand to directly implicate the Xue Family.

Before coming, this person clearly intended to die; seeing the situation turn grim, he immediately self-detonated, destroying even his Storage Bag.

The other two Qi-Refining Practitioners kept begging for mercy, only saying they had been hired.

Liang Zhongyu suggested everyone return, escorting the two captives back to Fang Market, where a high bounty was set for Evil Cultivators, allowing everyone to make some money first.

In reality, when Cultivators capture an Evil Cultivator, they prefer to report it directly since Evil Cultivators often have extensive networks; hiding such individuals could lead to bigger troubles.

Although Liu Feng had self-detonated, his identity had been confirmed by Feng Jun, and with the residual aura left at the scene, verification was not difficult.

The two Living Souls were stored in soul vials, confused and oblivious. Liang Zhongyu and others could guess they were Loose Cultivators, but the details of their identities and experiences required professionals to deal with.

Feng Jun thought for a while and finally decided, “Let’s just wait here, notify the Inspector from the west… and ensure the scene is protected.”

Although he had sufficient evidence to identify the culprits as Demon Cultivators, the situation at the scene remained the most crucial evidence.

After daybreak, personnel from the local area arrived, and everyone gathered in one place.

Two people died in the village located in the western part of Donghua Country, closer to Qiuchen Market. Mortals had many legends about Cultivators here; some had guessed the origins of Feng Jun and his group and dared not approach.

The deceased were a couple; the survivors included a man and a woman, two children, and an elderly woman.

The three watched the two corpses and wept bitterly, clutching their heads.

Feng Jun, who had a rather hard heart, couldn’t help but sigh from a distance, “Such tragedy.”

Mi Yunshan hesitated, walked over, placed down a golden hairpin and ten silver coins, then turned and left without a word.

Immediately, Feng Jun called out over the communicator, “Take the golden hairpin back; you’re not saving them, you’re harming them!”

Mi Yunshan, the young miss of the Yuanguang Mi Family, was spoiled from a young age, but she wasn’t low in emotional intelligence. After a slight contemplation, she understood his meaning, turned back, and retrieved the golden hairpin.

That afternoon, the County Magistrate arrived, accompanied by four constables and ten able-bodied men.

Seeing Feng Jun and his group, the County Magistrate guessed their identities–it was too easy to deduce; over a dozen people with extraordinary bearing, few Martial Cultivators among them, possessing numerous commodities yet no carriages were visible.

And they had restrained two individuals, just left there blatantly.

Thus, the County Magistrate stopped others, approached alone, bowed respectfully, and spoke, “Honored ones, I am Wang Sanqian, the humble magistrate of this area. Might I inquire… what has transpired here?”

Zhou Linghai approached, his face expressionless as he replied, “There are demonic fiends here causing harm; they have been subjugated. Magistrate, just report it as such.”

Magistrate Wang went to see the site of the ‘demonic subjugation,’ the huge crater from the explosion giving him chills.

Yet hesitating, he pointed to the two bound individuals, gathered his courage, and asked, “Those two… who might they be? Could they be handed over to me?”

Zhou Linghai made a gesture; his Long Blade disappeared, and he looked coldly at the official, “Handing them over to you would lead to your death… and you are not qualified to interrogate them.”

Magistrate Wang understood then that the two were also Immortals, but subdued.

As dusk approached, the Inspectors from the west arrived, two in number, at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer and Qi Refining Second Layer respectively.

Seeing the site, they were shocked and looked at Feng Jun with awe.

They also didn’t dare to speak to Feng Jun, instead, they approached Zhou Linghai and after asking about the general process, they beat around the bush to inquire–can you accompany us back to the Cultivation World?

Zhou Linghai, once a Combat Cultivator himself, was very familiar with these systems, so he said, “You should still report per the usual procedures. An Intermediate-Level Evil Cultivator, do you two really have the guts to take on this job?”

While they were negotiating, the county magistrate, Wang, watched this scene from a distance. He had already guessed that these two who arrived later must be the Immortals responsible for the investigation.

Seeing them leave with heads hung low, the county magistrate also signaled to his people, “Let’s go, that’s the end of it, and remember not to talk nonsense after returning… Ah, what a mess.”

In the Mortal Realm, Immortals are generally not allowed to intervene arbitrarily, but such matters can’t be entirely avoided, so it’s inevitable that there are occasional legends of Immortals in the Mortal Realm.

As a secular official, Magistrate Wang must take responsibility for certain matters. Like now, a couple had died tragically, and there had been a severe explosion nearby–such a major incident, even as an excuse, he must find one, otherwise, he couldn’t explain it.

His vexation lay here; he couldn’t report the true facts as is, and he even had to help cover things up…

The Inspector reported the situation upwards, and the Fang Market gave this matter significant attention. The very next day, as dawn broke, a Flying Boat had already landed. This time, a High-Tier of Qi Refinement from the Fang Market led the team, accompanied by ten Combat Cultivators.

Interestingly, two people from the Tiantong Commercial Alliance also arrived, one of whom was Elder Xu.

Elder Xu stated, “Hearing that this Evil Cultivator had some grievances with Tiantong, we wanted to understand more about the roots of this Evil Cultivator.”

Feng Jun had no doubts about Elder Xu and finally revealed the identity of the Intermediate-Level Evil Cultivator–Liu Feng from Pine Cypress Peak.

As evidence, Liu Feng’s Storage Bag was naturally submitted, but inside the Storage Bag, there were only two Living Souls and a copy of the “Ten Thousand Souls Scripture” Cultivation Technique, and no other items were even mentioned.

Because Elder Xu was present, Feng Jun detailed the battle of the previous night, otherwise, he would have had no interest in speaking–the High-Rank Qi Refinement from the Fang Market was simply not worth mentioning.

If Feng Jun had acted with a guilty conscience, he might have shown some respect for the other party, but he had slain a genuine Evil Cultivator.

After all, the events were not complicated at all, and the right and wrong were clearly displayed. The Fang Market’s team recorded the names of those present, highlighting the four Qi-Refining Practitioners who participated in the battle and indicated that upon verification, they would be credited for their deeds.

Then, these people left with two prisoners and a corpse.

However, Feng Jun noticed something–he didn’t really care about the deceased couple; the loss caused by the Evil Cultivator’s explosion went unmentioned.

Seeing his odd expression, Liang Zhongyu approached and after learning the details, expressed his opinion, “It’s not necessarily cold-heartedness on the part of the Fang Market. After all, it was the work of Demonic Fiends and it’s normal for Mortals to suffer losses. If compensation were offered… wouldn’t that provide an outlet for the Demonic Fiends?”

Feng Jun thought for a moment and finally shook his head, pulling out twenty taels of Gold, “I am bound by the Worldly Trials, Zhongyu, go and visit County Magistrate Wang for me, give him this Gold to help everyone repair their houses; the rest… to compensate the families of the deceased.”

“I have Gold to spare, it really isn’t worth much,” Liang Zhongyu said with a smile, waving his hand. He was very adept at trading, having earned quite a bit of Spirit Stones, and as for Gold… that really didn’t hold much value in the Cultivation World.

Earnestly he stated, “Rest easy, Wang knows what’s in his heart. If he dares embezzle this Gold… hehe, is my money that easy to steal?”

As it turned out, the county magistrate was very aware. He was dragged from his home in the middle of the night and upon seeing a large ingot of Gold and hearing that it was to repair houses and compensate the families of the deceased, he continuously knocked his head on the ground, “Elder is merciful, I, Wang, am willing to donate ten silver coins…”

“You don’t need to contribute money,” Liang Zhongyu snorted coldly, hauling him back into the yard, “We seek to fulfill our spiritual path, what are you aiming for? The best reward would be if you spent the money properly.”

The county magistrate knelt and knocked his head again, and by the time he raised his head again, the other party had disappeared.

He truly dedicated himself to helping the villagers since in his view, Immortals generally are aloof and indifferent to mortal sufferings; it’s rare to see one concerned about mortal anguish. As a county official, shouldn’t he use the money for good causes?

Besides, he also wanted to use this as an opportunity to develop a closer relationship with the other party although they might not return, but… what if they did?

Let’s not dwell on the schemes of County Magistrate Wang; Feng Jun and his group also left the same day, flying toward Mount Zhige.

Considering, it had been two months since he left Mount Zhige, when he had left it was mid-autumn; upon arrival at Mount Zhige, the first heavy snowfall was fluttering down.

When the Time Shuttle landed, Tian Yangni, Lang Zhen, and others were directing everyone to clear the snow in the town.

Near Feng Jun’s courtyard, it was a pristine white, with few people entering or leaving the yard since he left, only Lang Zhen, the Deng Family Brothers, and Yu Changqing, even Tian Yangni could not enter; the gate was still tightly watched by Chen Junwei.

Feng Jun landed outside the courtyard; Liu Feifei ran out to meet him, tears unexpectedly in her eyes, “Uncle is back.”

The others weren’t as unrestrained as her, instead courteously greeting him through their communicators.

Seeing her like this, Feng Jun’s heart suddenly experienced a notion called “coming home,” and he smiled at her.

A moment later, he was startled: So quickly, have I started to regard this mobile realm as home?

(At the beginning of the month, shouldn’t the monthly tickets drop this drastically?)

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