Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 967 - Chapter 967 Chapter 967 Where is the person

Chapter 967: Chapter 967 Where is the person? Chapter 967: Chapter 967 Where is the person? Feng Jun’s face sank upon hearing these words, clearly displeased as he spoke, “I’ve already said, stop asking questions, I am the one asking you!”

Smith was full of doubts in his heart, but he dared not ask any further, as he understood all too well the terror of those on the Cultivation Path.

However, he really couldn’t change his habit of speaking, “I wonder if this master… has ever heard of Kunlun?”

“Kunlun?” Upon hearing this, Yang Yuxin’s brows furrowed slightly.

Smith gave her a suspicious look, thinking to himself, the daughter-in-law of the Gu Family, would she even know about this? Shouldn’t she be a materialist?

“Hmph,” Feng Jun snorted coldly, “I knew it, those who act so dishonorably, can’t escape from these people.”

“So you do know about Kunlun…” Smith began, but mid-sentence, he raised his hand and harshly slapped himself, both crisp and loud, “It’s your mouth that’s at fault, always asking questions!”

Feng Jun asked expressionlessly, “The one who contacted you… was it Yu Baiyi or Shen Qingyi?”

Smith grew even more startled, thinking that this person must also be a genuine Cultivator–truthfully, he didn’t know much about the people in Kunlun, only that the most formidable among them were the Kunlun Three Elegants.

But as for the Kunlun Three Elegants, he only knew their title, clueless as to who exactly they were.

Right now, what he was thinking was that many had said Kunlun was the number one Cultivation holy land in Huaxia. What he didn’t know was whether this person before him could rival them.

Thus, he mustered his courage and asked, “One last question, forgive my offense… May I ask, between you and Kunlun, who is more formidable?”

Feng Jun couldn’t be bothered with him and signaled to Yang Yuxin with his eyes–your turn to answer, I won’t sing my own praises.

Yang Yuxin didn’t wish to elaborate either, not because of fear, but because she found Smith displeasing to the eye.

So she simply asked indifferently, “Have you heard of the Kunlun Three Elegants?”

“I have, I have,” Smith nodded repeatedly, his face showing a hint of joy, “So sister also knows.”

In reality, he was at least ten years older than Yang Yuxin, but it’s a common way of addressing someone in Beijing… nothing wrong with that.

“Kou Heiyi is already dead,” Yang Yuxin looked at him coldly, “So Master asked you, is it Yu Baiyi or Shen Qingyi.”

These were things she shouldn’t have known, but Gu Jiahui often communicated with her fellow Daoist brothers and sisters, and she herself was intimately involved with Feng Jun. In their daily conversations, it was inevitable that a thing or two would slip out–like “the Ruthless Rope Hua Hua uses was from Kou Heiyi.”

Smith understood in an instant. So the legendary Kunlun Three Elegants were these three. He couldn’t help but ask another question, “Did he die at your hand?”

Feng Jun looked at him with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, “He sought his own death, causing trouble without reason, dying was no pity… One last time, if you ask me another question, I’m really going to get angry!”

Upon hearing this, Smith realized that this person had actually killed one of the Kunlun Three Elegants and still strutted around brazenly, clearly not holding the other two Elegants in high regard.

In short, Kunlun wanted to get that Stone Lamp and had to go through him as a middleman, operating surreptitiously, while this young man had casually pursued the matter directly with Yang Yuxin by his side.

So he had made his decision about what choice to make, “Alright… I’ll speak, to be strictly accurate, I’m not entirely sure if the person who contacted me is from Kunlun, it’s just a guess…”

The Shi Family’s involvement with Cultivators didn’t start with Smith, but originated with Smith’s father.

During the ten-year catastrophe, Old Shi was also labeled a counter-revolutionary. However, his wife, being a returned overseas Chinese, wasn’t arrested, but was occasionally criticized and had their house searched.

Smith’s mother had some family heirlooms which were confiscated during the search, and later, the searchers came back asking if there were any remnants of feudalism that hadn’t been turned in, which she firmly denied.

Then one day, someone quietly came to the door, threatening the safety of Old Shi to negotiate with her for a long time.

What Smith remembered was that after his mother handed over an inconspicuous Gourd, his father’s situation significantly improved, and for that, she was especially grateful to the person who took away the Gourd.

Later, when the reforms and opening-up began, his mother took out some privately hidden Gold bars and started dealing in antiques.

She wasn’t cut out for business and didn’t last long before policies were implemented, and then she went back to work. However, thanks to her deep family learning and research into antiques, she taught everything she knew to her son.

The person who collected the Gourd appeared again, asking the Shi Family to help collect antiques on the market, saying he would pay double for good items if they found any.

The subsequent dealings were all handled by Smith. Flaunting his expertise, he had collected many antiques, aiming to sell them at a good price. Still, the buyer on the other end was basically unimpressed.

Fortunately, he caught the wave of the prosperous era, and the price of antiques soared, so he… became the epitome of an antique dealer turned collector.

As a result, his feelings about that mysterious visitor were complex, grateful for saving his father and giving him a way to make a fortune, but also deeply resentful for the theft of his family heirlooms.

In fact, during that period, a lot of things were confiscated from his home, but they were never retrieved later on. The mysterious person clearly had some connection with the confiscators, but he refused to testify.

Later, after more interactions, Smith learned that the mysterious person was not alone but belonged to an organization.

There was this time when he failed to secure an antique at an auction–a common occurrence for a collector, and the organization wasn’t going to guarantee his win anyway.

After the mysterious person got wind of the failure, they scolded him fiercely, and then… the winner of the auction met with a car accident and the auctioned item disappeared.

Smith, having frequent contact with them, came to know they must be an organization of Cultivators, and occasionally, the tidbits of information they let slip were shocking–daring to use the illustrious name of “Kunlun”?

However, over time, he learned that these people indeed had some extraordinary abilities and seemed… to really be the legendary Kunlun.

But the more he knew, the more he dreaded the organization. This time too, he didn’t understand how they knew about a stone bowl at the Huaxia Rejuvenation Society that ended up in the deputy director’s home.

Then, through the deputy director’s nanny, he easily acquired the stone bowl, giving her two hundred thousand–anyway, since the nanny had a dubious relationship with the deputy director, she wasn’t afraid of him acting out.

In this matter, Smith was very aware that his role wasn’t exactly honorable, and he normally didn’t like to talk about it.

Moreover, he had the vague feeling that Kunlun’s cautious operations were uncommon in the past, implying they were probably avoiding something.

Now he understood that perhaps, maybe, Kunlun was indeed avoiding the person before him?

Feng Jun listened impassively as he spoke, then asked, “Where is that person… now?”

“I really don’t know where he is,” Smith slapped his own cheek in distress, louder than before, “They always contact me, I have no idea how to get in touch with them.”

“Hmm?” Feng Jun made a soft grunt, looking at him half-amused, half-mocking, “After all these years… you have no clue?”

That question was too piercing, showing his experience was not as young as his appearance suggested.

Smith wanted to deny it, but didn’t have the nerve. After hesitating slightly, he confessed honestly, “I’ve secretly observed… very carefully, and I really have some doubts about whether they are from Kunlun or not.”

Although he appeared indifferent, he was actually cautious at heart. From his observations, he believed that the few individuals he had contact with were ordinary people with some skills up their sleeves.

Smith himself had practiced martial arts from an early age, and didn’t regard these people highly.

But the mastermind behind these people, he was fortunate to have seen from a distance once, and there was also that bizarre car accident, so he surmised that these individuals were just in some sort of dealings with Kunlun, not true Kunlun Cultivators.

It’s precisely for that reason he felt some disdain towards them–acting superior as intermediaries?

Feng Jun was not surprised to hear this; Kunlun having outer members was too normal after all. With so many good items nationwide, it’s impossible for them to collect everything; they need to gather some agents to help.

Not just Kunlun, but isn’t it the same with Luohua Manor? Zhuang Haoyun, that guy, is just a self-sufficient agent.

He had no intention to dwell on such trivial matters but spoke solemnly, “Then do you know anyone’s address?”

After struggling internally, Smith gave out an address.

Yang Yuxin nodded slightly and said gravely, “In that case, you lead the way, and let’s take a trip there together.”

Smith looked at her in shock, “Me go with you?”

“You have dealings with them; it’s best if you show up,” Yang Yuxin replied expressionlessly, “Don’t think I’m scheming against you, let me be clear, I’m saving you… Daring to lay hands on what Master Feng has his eye on, do you know the consequences?”

So the man’s surname was Feng! Smith learned something new, yet he lacked the courage even to look at Feng Jun. He hesitated briefly before standing up, “Alright then, let’s go.”

Smith guided the way, Feng Jun drove, and soon they arrived in front of a twenty-something-story residential building, “Top floor of this block, Xu Mansha… must be a rather important person, but she wasn’t the one who took the Stone Lamp this time.”

Feng Jun took out a mobile phone, swiped a few times, then shook his head, “The person is not home, and the Stone Lamp is not here.”

“I’ll make a call,” Yang Yuxin took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.

An hour later, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man appeared in front of the car, not very tall with an average build, yet emitting an aura of toughness.

He walked up to the car and knocked on the window, only asking when the window was rolled down, “Is this Director Yang’s car?”

Feng Jun nodded, Yang Yuxin also spoke up from the backseat, “Alright, just leave the item here, and send my thanks to Director Chen…”

The middle-aged man handed in a USB drive, then replied, “Everything’s inside… But this person hasn’t been living here for half a month already; perhaps she has another place to stay.”

(This month is ending in less than thirty hours. Friends who have monthly tickets, cast them now to avoid wasting them in case you forget.)