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Chapter 976 - Chapter 976 976th Chapter Summoning

Chapter 976: 976th Chapter: Summoning Chapter 976: 976th Chapter: Summoning Feng Jun stopped at a place not far from Kunlun Sect Gate, only over two hundred kilometers away. But hoping to drive there all the way seemed rather difficult, as the severe cold weather was far too harsh for ordinary vehicles.

The wind was slightly less in the depression, but it still was bone-chillingly cold. Feng Jun chose a relatively wind-sheltered rock wall, pulled out a long blade, and swiftly started to chisel, quickly carving out a large opening.

Smith came over when he saw this. He was dressed warmly, but still shivered from the cold. “Master, are you digging a cave? Do we have any tools? We’re just idling around anyway.”

“Just haul the rocks away,” Zhuang Haoyun replied coldly. He still had issues accepting this guy, given that he was the one who had attempted to seize the Stone Lamp. “Your tiny frame isn’t cut out for chiseling this stone. You’re far from able.”

Feng Jun, now in the Ascendant Realm, was far stronger than the Qi Refinement Realm, and in just half an hour, he had dug out two caves with an area of about forty square meters.

One was for him and Yang Yuxin to reside in, and the other for the rest of the group. He took out a generator, electric heaters, pots, pans, and other items, getting everyone to help set things up.

He himself ascended into the sky. “I’m going to invite some friends from the Daoist Sects as witnesses.”

This time, he wanted to openly hold Kunlun accountable, and having some people to cheer and shout was necessary.

Choosing a spot with a signal, he first called Feng Tianyang, saying he planned to do so… Do you have time to come?

The head of Xuande Cave Heaven was really confused. “This weather… my brother, it’s really difficult to get there, didn’t you say you would wait until April next year?”

“Plans cannot keep up with changes. I can’t stand Kunlun anymore,” Feng Jun replied with a smile. “I’m only about two hundred kilometers from their sect gate. I’m inviting you just as a witness. If it’s inconvenient for you, then never mind.”

“Don’t say that, I’ll go,” Feng Tianyang dared not just let it be. He had gained merit in scouting the sect gate and was waiting for Feng Jun to fulfill the promise of the Spirit Gathering Array; how could he dare to be negligent at this time? “I mean, if you are inviting people as witnesses, shouldn’t you invite a few more?”

“Of course,” Feng Jun answered confidently. He had helped many people in the Huaxia Daoist Sects and now inviting a few to show support shouldn’t be a problem. “I need everyone to understand that I am not trying to bully Kunlun.”

“I get it, I get it,” Feng Tianyang responded with a laugh. “But I have to remind you, the nearest airport is also over six hundred kilometers away from there. How do you plan on getting everyone there?”

Feng Jun had considered this and replied without hesitation, “Everyone will stay in the city, and once everyone has arrived, I will use the Time Shuttle to pick you up.”

“Haha,” Feng Tianyang laughed, “That’s not proper. You’re using a Flying Artifact to pick people up… Who would have such grand standing?”

“They’re all acquaintances,” Feng Jun wasn’t too concerned about this point. “I have to tell them not to come if they’re not important enough, they take up too much space… Actually, some things shouldn’t be known to those at a lower level.”

He was referring to the death of Bai Chuanmu. Whether the person was from Ni Hong or a Huaxian, they still held a Merrick passport. The death of such a person in Huaxia, if spread, would always cause trouble.

Yes, the person had committed suicide, and he wasn’t afraid of being investigated but… why bother looking for trouble?

The most crucial point was that there were far too many unchecked aspects regarding all his career and properties, even the supernatural elements about him.

“Hahaha, rest assured,” Feng Tianyang laughed boisterously, “Leave the task of bringing them over to me… How could I, Huaxia’s only Ascendant Sage, stoop to do such menial tasks of receiving and seeing off?”

“You,” Feng Jun laughed wryly and shook his head, “weren’t you just saying… advising against taking action at this time?”

“This season really isn’t suitable for starting things,” Feng Tianyang said earnestly. “It’s indeed too cold. But since Ascendant Sage Feng has decided, everyone will definitely come out to support… Can I invite Chen Zhizhang, who has ascended to the Transcendent Profound Heaven?”

“Transcendent Profound Heaven?” Feng Jun pondered for a moment. “Is there still a Daoist tradition in Mount Wuyi Cave?”

“It’s been broken several times, and now the Official Government is supporting it strongly,” Feng Tianyang replied. “Chen Zhizhang is a revered Daoist, said to be an indirect successor of the Wuyi Palace, concerned about the decline of the Daoist lineage and actively recruiting disciples.”

Feng Jun nodded. “If you think it’s fine, then decide on it. I’ll go invite others.”

After a few phone calls, an hour had passed, and then he returned to the depression.

Zhuang Haoyun and the others were quite capable as well, and in such a short time, they had almost tidied up the caves.

Many rock fragments still hadn’t been cleaned up completely, but the spaces for everyone to eat and rest were ready. Since Feng Jun had cut the rock himself, there was very little dust, making it much easier to clean.

They even hung thick cotton curtains at the entrances of both caves and were now installing electric heaters.

Feng Jun chose to rest here not because of a penchant for camping but because the Time Shuttle was unsuitable for use during the day and could only travel at night. Hence, they had to make camp during the day.

When night fell again, the group packed up and set out once more on the Time Shuttle.

However, this time, they didn’t go far before, half an hour later, they arrived at a small county town.

This county was only tens of kilometers away from the legendary Kunlun Sect Gate. Feng Jun and his companions chose to stay in a local guesthouse. After looking around, they directly booked the entire place.

The condition of the guesthouse was really basic, with the blankets even emitting a sweaty odor, but the heating was not bad.

Upon hearing that they wanted to book the entire guesthouse, the owner initially demanded a hefty price with great arrogance. Xu Mansha retorted bluntly, “Do you think you’re the only guesthouse in the county?”

The owner laughed dismissively, “If you leave my place, you definitely won’t find another guesthouse!”

The people in these remote areas can sometimes be really frustrating. Now, during the off-season for tourism, where the lull could not be more pronounced, many guesthouses simply shut down to save on heating and labor costs. Yet the few that remained open dared to ask for exorbitant prices.

Before Feng Jun and his group arrived, the guesthouse had only one guest–a telecom equipment maintenance worker.

Zhuang Haoyun was more straightforward, slapping the counter fiercely and speaking menacingly, “Kunlun is handling things here. Dare to say that again?”

Upon hearing this, the owner’s neck shrank as he dared not repeat his words–he had long been in this place and of course, knew of Kunlun’s big name.

As for the possibility that these people might be impersonating Kunlun, he had never even considered it–in this county town, there were those who impersonated police, but absolutely no one who dared impersonate Kunlun; that wasn’t the way to seek death.

Indeed, by invoking the name of Kunlun, things were much easier to handle. Feng Jun picked a large room and cleared out all the items inside, replacing them with their own belongings.

The owner, witnessing this, dared not utter a sound anymore–although these people were dragging suitcases, how could things like tea sets and bedding possibly fit in such small cases?

Once Feng Jun had set up the room, Yang Yuxin unceremoniously entered–it seemed she was thoroughly releasing herself on this trip to Kunlun.

However, the conditions here were really not good. Not long after, Zhuang Haoyun, Smith, and Xu Mansha came together, also asking Feng Jun for some bedding.

The food here was also very basic. Knowing that these guests were not to be trifled with, the owner simply suggested, “Why don’t you go buy groceries? Cook them yourself. You can use my stove for free–if you cook extra, just give us some to eat.”

Truly the feel of a desolate small county town.

However, Feng Jun didn’t find it unacceptable. When he was cultivating in Black Colt Tower on Xiqing Mountain, the conditions were even worse than here–at least here there were flush toilets, and mobile phones got signal.

Unconsciously, two days had passed. That evening, a commotion arose outside the door–a tour bus arrived, and from it descended many people, one after another.

Leading the group was none other than Feng Tianyang, followed by several familiar faces, including the Heir of Ghost Valley Dong Zenghong, the Little Celestial Master of Maoshan Tang Wenji, Wudang Elder Guo, Qingcheng’s Zhang Dongyuan, the Autumn Taoist of Zhongnan, Guan Shanyue of Danxia Heaven Gate…

What surprised Feng Jun was that people from Wangwu Mountain had also come.

There were two people he didn’t recognize–one was Chen Zhizhang from Mount Wuyi Cave, and the other was Qing Xiaozi, the Lord of Luofu Mountain.

Chen Zhizhang’s presence was expected as Feng Tianyang had informed him in advance, and he was a spirited old man.

But the arrival of Qing Xiaozi truly surprised Feng Jun. It was known that the lineage of Luofu was profound, claiming the reputation of the Southern Sect of the Daoist Order, and always held themselves in high regard. Even ranked as the seventh Cave Heaven, they never really placed the first six within their sights.

The only thing that they were slightly wary of was rumored to be the third-ranked Tai Xuan Zong Zhen Celestial Domain, apparently because the West City Cave Heaven had some connection with Kunlun.

However, in the recent thousand years, not a single remarkable individual had emerged from the Luofu lineage, such that even Weiyu Cave Heaven overshadowed them. Eventually, the influence of Maoshan and Dragon Phoenix Mountain in the south exceeded theirs.

Qing Xiaozi was around fifty, with dark and uneven skin, and not particularly handsome, but his tall and thin stature was rare among southerners and he exuded an extraordinary demeanor, giving people a sense of having met a “highly attained practitioner.”

Feng Jun nodded inwardly. If you were to speak up about it, the image of people from the Daoist Sects was indeed much better than those from the Buddhist Sects. Being vegetarians and chanting sutras every day, they were supposed to be the epitome of Buddhists, yet there was an overwhelming image of “fat monks,” which was somewhat iconic.

Without a doubt, Qing Xiaozi was invited by Dong Zenghong because he hadn’t been present when Jintan Huayang Celestial Domain was reopened.

However, what surprised Feng Jun was that Qing Xiaozi, rumored to be arrogant, was now smiling amiably as he bowed slightly, “I am Qing Xiaozi, a hermit from the mountains. I’ve come to intrude without invitation, I hope Lord Feng will not take offense.”

Feng Jun also smiled and returned the gesture, “To have our respected friend spare the time to visit amidst a busy schedule is truly an honor for Feng, truly an honor!”

The innkeeper, eavesdropping from the sidelines, watched these people exchange such cryptic words, and couldn’t help but feel more alert: it’s said that those who deal with Kunlun are odd fellows, and it seems to be true indeed.

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