Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 978 - Chapter 978 Chapter 978 The Final Ultimatum

Chapter 978: Chapter 978: The Final Ultimatum Chapter 978: Chapter 978: The Final Ultimatum Feng Jun had not previously announced that Bai Mu’s true identity was a person from Ni Hong, because he intended to catch Kunlun off guard.

If Kunlun were informed and prepared, they might have corresponding measures to take–just as Wangwu showed up uninvited.

In general, his accusations against Kunlun were successful.

First, Kunlun’s aggressive acquisition had always been criticized. No one had acted out before, partly because Kunlun’s power was too great and they were quite secretive, meaning that even if others were unwilling, they were helpless.

Now that a transcendent being had initiated the challenge, there was no problem for the Daoist Sects to rally and support the cause.

Second, Kunlun’s selling of Huaxia’s Magical Treasures to foreigners was also seen as inappropriate by many. Except for Zhang Dongyuan of Qingcheng, whose thinking was more internet-oriented and pointed out the importance of publicity for the Daoist Sects, others believed Magical Treasures should not be freely circulated outside.

Many probably cursed in their hearts: We don’t even have a single Magical Treasure in our sects, yet Kunlun actually sold them to foreigners?

Third, Smith, Xu Mansha, and Xiao Qi all became tainted witnesses, confirming that not only had this happened, but also that Kunlun had been using various improper methods to acquire antiques and paintings for quite some time.

It’s one thing to be accused by outsiders, but quite another to be betrayed by peripheral members of your own sect–it really made people look down on them.

The most critical point was that Daoist Sects had been declining for many years, with each sect having lost numerous secret techniques and treasures. Many Magic Artifacts and Magical Treasures could only be recalled from ancient records. Now that Kunlun was selling other sects’ treasures abroad, how could everyone not unite in shared indignation?

In the end, Feng Jun had to use the reason “it’s mealtime” to stop everyone’s curses at Kunlun.

That night’s dinner was cooked together by everyone. Feng Jun brought out Spirit Rice, Feng Tianyang and Guan Shanyue’s cooking skills were not lacking, Qing Xiaozi made a good soup, and then Feng Jun also brought out Spiritual Wine for everyone to drink.

After eating and drinking until midnight, people went to rest and agreed to wake up at ten the next day and start searching for Kunlun’s gate at noon.

It was not that everyone wanted to sleep in, but rather that the time difference here was significant, being two time zones behind the Imperial Capital.

Later, there was a small interlude; Tang Wenji saw Yang Yuxin enter Feng Jun’s room and couldn’t help turning dark in the face.

However, Guan Shanyue, who was staying in the same room as her, didn’t notice her unusual behavior due to having drunk quite a lot of alcohol, and instead cheerfully pulled her along, “Alright, rest early, we have things to do tomorrow.”

The next day, everyone searched all day without any findings. Due to the cold weather, they returned at six in the afternoon.

Feng Jun was not discouraged and assured everyone that he would definitely uncover Kunlun’s gate within three days, “…unless their gate is not located here.”

Then, everyone started cooking together again. These leaders of the Daoist Sects were rarely like this at home, as they were usually pampered like stars. Now, they were really enthusiastic about cooking themselves.

Everyone even started making more complex dishes like dumplings and fried meatballs. Qing Xiaozi suggested adding steamed Spirit Rice into the dumplings–he believed that when eating with the big households, one absolutely should not hold back.

While cooking, the topic of the quota for entering the small world trial came up.

In the midst of the lively conversation, Wudang Elder Guo, who was guarding the door outside, walked in with a strange expression, “Yu Baiyi has arrived.”

“Looks like it’s about time for him to come,” Feng Jun said calmly, rolling out dumpling wrappers–he didn’t know how to wrap them, “Let him in.”

This group of people had been here for two days and had conducted a prominent search for a whole day. If such noise couldn’t draw out Kunlun, then it meant they were intentionally hiding.

However, looking at it now, Kunlun is still Kunlun after all; even if they dreaded confronting Feng Jun, they wouldn’t just cower.

Yu Baiyi walked in, truly living up to the name of “White Clothing.” Even in the deep winter, he was dressed in white, without a speck of dirt on his body, visibly the kind of person who stands out.

He entered the hall and gave a round of salute to everyone, “Yu pays his respects to all Daoist friends here.”

The first one to react was Tang Wenji, who humphed unceremoniously. She couldn’t help it; the feud with Kunlun was too big.

There were others present who had feuds with Kunlun, but those were long-standing issues. However, Little Celestial Master had been severely beaten by Kou Heiyi not long ago, almost dying and fading from the Daoist path; she would never forget it in her lifetime.

Only the people from Wangwu responded a bit more warmly, “It’s been a long time since we’ve seen Sage Yu.”

Yu Baiyi didn’t mind Tang Wenji’s attitude; he believed that was Kou Heiyi’s doing, not the behavior of the Kunlun sect. Furthermore, Junior Brother Kou had paid the price for his actions, dying and disappearing from the Daoist path.

The so-called arduous path of the Dao is like this–if one wishes to seek immortality without experiencing hardships, where in the world can it be so easy?

Besides, he didn’t think Maoshan could pose any threat to Kunlun in the short term, so he simply ignored it.

His target for conversation was definitely Feng Jun, but before that, he glanced at the pure white Butterfly and couldn’t help feeling a pinch in his heart–had this creature ascended again?

Actually, there has already been a rumor circulating Kunlun that the Spirit Gathering Array at Luohua Manor surpasses even that of Kunlun. He merely took it as an unfounded claim–after all, the millennia-old prestige of majestic Kunlun is not given lightly. Yet, seeing the butterfly advancing swiftly, he was somewhat awestruck.

Then he composed himself and respectfully bowed to Feng Jun, “I have seen the esteemed Feng.”

“Are you planning to be polite first before resorting to force?” Feng Jun didn’t even lift his eyelids as he continued rolling dough for dumplings, “I regret to inform you that doing so now is really a bit late.”

“I’ve also got the gist of the situation,” Yu Baiyi stood there and spoke fluently, “Since there are many friends from various Daoist Sects present, let me speak openly… What Junior Brother Hu did was his personal action, and Feng, you can deal with him as you see fit.”

Feng Jun ignored him, rolling out seven or eight more dumpling wrappers before putting down the small rolling pin and lighting a cigarette, gazing at him indifferently, “Are you suggesting that Kunlun holds no responsibility whatsoever?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Yu Baiyi replied earnestly, “For the confusion caused to you, esteemed Feng, and the descendant of the great ancestor Zhuang Zhou, my Kunlun deeply apologizes and is willing to provide a sincere compensation.”

Feng Jun’s eyes narrowed, he asked with a seemingly amused tone, “Do you think I went to all this trouble to come here for that little compensation of yours?”

“Kunlun is very sincere,” Yu Baiyi said with a cool expression, without a hint of arrogance as if it were his natural disposition to have an icy face, “We recognize that we didn’t manage our external personnel effectively during the process of acquiring antiques.”

Feng Jun took another puff of his cigarette and casually asked, “What do you think about a Kunlun Disciple selling a Daoist treasure to a foreigner?”

“Absolutely not acceptable,” Yu Baiyi replied coolly, his attitude upright, “As I’ve said, this is his personal action. Fortunately… he sold it to a fellow Huaxian.”

I knew it would be like this! Feng Jun was very clear in his mind that his side’s information could not have been hidden from Kunlun.

Not to mention those like Wangwu who would disagree, those three tainted witnesses were also not necessarily reliable–they have been in touch with Kunlun not for just a day or two, and now they are right in the stronghold of Kunlun, passing messages would be all too easy.

Apart from these possibilities, who knows if others among the Daoist Sects have ties with Kunlun? How could that be clarified?

Anyways, if he wanted to seek justice openly and forthrightly, such leaks were bound to happen. If they didn’t occur, he would instead find it surprising–do the various Daoist lineages really not hold any sentiment for each other?

So he replied nonchalantly, “Huaxian or not, that’s not the main point. The main issue is… the treasure could potentially be taken out of Huaxia. Do you understand? This is about a Magical Treasure, much more serious than the loss of cultural relics!”

Yu Baiyi didn’t realize that Feng Jun had set a trap for him and earnestly replied, “What you’re talking about is just a possibility, speculation is not fact, these two are distinctly different…”

“I have no intention of making excuses for him, but I feel it necessary to emphasize once again that this was his personal behavior and does not represent the will of Kunlun.”

Feng Jun looked at him with a grin that was not quite a smile, “What you mean to say is… in light of such a situation, we shouldn’t have come looking for Kunlun, right?”

Yu Baiyi, already aware from rumors that the other party had ascended to the ranks of exalted beings, had to keep his discontent inside, even as he answered with grit, “Kunlun has the responsibility of inadequate supervision, we do not deny this and are willing to provide corresponding compensation.”

He did not directly answer whether it was appropriate to seek out Kunlun, but clearly, he thought that Feng Jun was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Feng Jun’s face stiffened, and he asked coldly with a snicker, “So, this Bai Mu is originally a Ni Hong citizen, posing as a Huaxian, but you Kunlun also think this matter is not significant and the treasure will remain within Huaxia?”

“What?” Yu Baiyi immediately froze, and at that moment his clothing wasn’t the only thing that was white; his face turned pale too.

“What?” Tang Wenji abruptly rose to her feet, the dumpling in her hand turning back into dough, “He’s from Ni Hong?”

Not only she reacted, but the people from Wangwu also changed their expressions, “Wasn’t he a Huaxian citizen?”

The faces of Qing Xiaozi and the others didn’t look good either.

Daoist Hu couldn’t help but speak out, “Nonsense, Mr. Bai Mu is clearly a Huaxian, it’s just trying to pin a crime on him where there is none.”

Feng Jun looked sideways at Yu Baiyi, “What do you have to say? Do you also think that I’m… trying to fabricate a crime?”

Yu Baiyi was truly bewildered, “This… Esteemed Feng, I respect you, but we need to talk with evidence.”

“I have evidence,” Feng Jun said assertively, “I’m quite curious, you didn’t have sufficient evidence to prove that he was a Huaxian, nor could you prove he wouldn’t take the treasure out of Huaxia, yet dared to openly sell it… and now you have the face to ask me for evidence?”

Yu Baiyi hesitated for a moment and gave a respectful bow, “I was not aware of this, thank you for informing me, Esteemed Feng. I need to go back and report to the Elder and Sect Leader, and we will inform you of the outcome.”

Feng Jun chuckled, “Heh, no matter, I didn’t expect you to deal with it fairly anyway.”

These words were quite severe, and Yu Baiyi certainly caught the implication. The other party didn’t expect Kunlun to be fair, which meant he was going to ensure justice himself!

This was tantamount to an ultimatum! Even more pressing was the fact that this person had the power to reclaim justice on his own!

(Normal updates will continue on New Year’s Eve; can anyone encourage with a monthly ticket?)