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Chapter 983 - Chapter 983 Chapter 983 Fireworks Explode

Chapter 983: Chapter 983 Fireworks Explode Chapter 983: Chapter 983 Fireworks Explode Feng Jun aimlessly flew around in the air for a while, pausing occasionally to check his mobile phone.

Shen Qingyi watched this scene coldly, thinking that such a respectable cultivator had become part of the “head-down tribe,” and his future achievements would be limited–he must have had some incredible luck to inherit great powers from someone.

After flying around for two hours, Feng Jun stopped once again near a cliff.

Seeing this, Shen Qingyi’s heart tightened immediately: this place was the largest gate of Kunlun–Nantian Sect!

This time, Feng Jun didn’t just stop and leave. He pulled out a sun umbrella, planted it in the ground, set up some chairs and a table, took out a jar of wine, and placed some dried fruit on the table.

Then he shook the snowflakes off his body and calmly sat down.

Next, he took out a cloth, wiped the droplets from his mobile phone screen, then lifted his hand to open the sealed wine jar, and suddenly the aroma of wine filled the air.

Shen Qingyi approached him from behind, walking closer until she could even see his exposed neck.

However, Feng Jun didn’t seem to care, his neck muscles were completely relaxed, as if he had no guard up.

But Shen Qingyi didn’t dare to bet, she wasn’t foolish enough to think he was unaware of her approach.

When she was about ten meters away from him, she voluntarily stopped moving and remained silent.

Feng Jun also kept silent, he held up the wine jar, gulped down a few big mouthfuls of wine, then put down the jar and let out a long breath, loudly exclaiming, “Refreshing!”

Then he picked up a few dried fruits, threw them into his mouth, and crunched them for a while. Suddenly he asked, “Are you wondering why I stopped flying around?”

Shen Qingyi’s heart sank; she also thought that his actions weren’t without purpose.

“Actually, a wise person wouldn’t need to speak much,” Feng Jun said with a smile, “and don’t hope for good fortune thinking it’s a mere coincidence.”

While speaking, he took out a cigarette, then a lighter.

However, it was a bit regrettable. Although he used a windproof lighter, the altitude here was so high and the oxygen so scarce that it took him quite a few tries to get a light, somewhat embarrassing for him.

Normally taciturn and not cunning, Shen Qingyi could basically confirm that the opponent indeed had discovered the hidden gate, and wasn’t just making empty threats, so she also kept silent, just standing there quietly.

She didn’t speak, and Feng Jun didn’t either, quietly sitting there drinking.

As he drank, the snow fell heavier and the temperature dropped, possibly reaching minus twenty degrees. Feng Jun took out a self-heating pad to warm a bottle of mineral water and began drinking it with gulps.

After finishing, he took out his mobile phone to check, and murmured to himself, “It’s 6:31, I’ll wait another twenty-nine minutes for you… If you still try to bluff your way through, the next time I come, it won’t be so pleasant.”

Finally Shen Qingyi’s voice coldly rang out from behind him, “Not so pleasant… and how would that be?”

Feng Jun didn’t turn around, just leisurely said, “Talking too much is useless, let’s see how things go.”

The twenty-nine minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and Feng Jun didn’t speak again; he got up, packed up the table and chairs, and went to collect the sun umbrella.

Shen Qingyi spoke again, “Venerable Feng, think thrice. Kunlun has stood for thousands of years for good reason.”

“Are you threatening me?” Feng Jun glanced at her with a smirk, then laughed heartily, “Haha, in your eyes, the bigger fist makes the rules, well… I too only recognize the power of fists!”

After speaking, he soared into the air and disappeared into the vast snowy wind.

Shen Qingyi stood still for a long time; only a hint of a cold smile appeared on her lips, muttering softly, “Thinking you can use brute force to break through the Kunlun Sect gate… Should I call you ignorant, or arrogant?”

The next moment, she also released her Cloud Scarf and followed in the direction where Feng Jun had gone.

The night passed without words, and before dawn the next day, Feng Jun had disappeared, only returning around noon.

Yang Yuxin felt that he was neglecting the fellow cultivators present, but Feng Jun said, “I went to buy fireworks.”

He indeed brought back many fireworks, spending over a hundred thousand and emptying several shops.

By now it was mid-December, and this area was not restrictive about fireworks; sporadic sounds of fireworks could be heard all day.

Feng Jun placed the fireworks in the hotel lobby, whispered something to Tang Wenji, and then went out again.

Because Shen Qingyi got up a bit late in the morning, she lost track of Feng Jun and seeing him about to leave, she initially wanted to follow him, but noticing Little Celestial Master’s insincere smile, she stepped forward and asked, “What did Venerable Feng tell you?”

Tang Wenji gave her a disdainful look, “Why should I tell you? If you think you can force me because of your higher cultivation level… then come fight me.”

Even Shen Qingyi, lacking cunning, knew she shouldn’t resort to violence at this moment, so she just glared fiercely at her and stormed out of the inn.

But in the vast snowy wind, Feng Jun was nowhere to be seen.

Shen Qingyi calmed her spirit, pondered for a moment, and directly flew towards the sect gate.

In the snowy weather, it’s easy to get lost, but she had been here too long, familiar with various landmarks. Moreover, although the area was sparsely populated, the cell phone signal around the county town was reliable, and so was the positioning.

Flying near the sect gate, sure enough, a figure was crouched there, digging through something.

Shen Qingyi stepped forward and looked, and it was indeed Feng Jun. She saw him holding a shovel, vigorously digging into the ground.

This area’s mountain rocks were extremely hard, and the frozen soil layer was thick. You know, the firmly frozen soil is no easier to deal with than rock.

But Feng Jun was holding an ordinary shovel–just a bit larger–and he was digging as if he was scooping tofu.

By the time Shen Qingyi walked over, he had already dug more than half a meter deep. “What are you doing?”

“Digging a hole,” Feng Jun replied without lifting his head, and with a flick of his hand, a shovelful of dirt was easily tossed ten meters away.

“What are you digging a hole for?”

“To blast the Kunlun Sect Gate,” Feng Jun still didn’t look up, “Move aside, in case I accidentally hurt you, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Shen Qingyi moved aside two steps, frowning. Do you really think you can dig away the mountain gate of Kunlun by digging a hole?

However, this was obviously impossible. She looked at the shovel again, sensed for a moment… confirmed that this was really not a Magic Artifact.

Watching the pit get bigger and bigger, she suddenly realized, “You bought a lot of fireworks and firecrackers for this?”

“Intelligence is a fatal flaw,” At this time, Feng Jun’s figure was no longer visible on the surface, his voice came from underground, “The bit of black gunpowder in those fireworks and firecrackers, how powerful can it be?”

He was completely focused on digging underground, not caring at all that there was a Qi-Refining Practitioner above him. It looked like he was really too careless, but Feng Jun had his calculations, as long as he was prepared, a character like Shen Qingyi really posed no significant threat.

If she dared attack him, that would give him ample reason to completely eradicate Kunlun.

He hoped she had some sense.

Shen Qingyi… really wasn’t someone who had much sense. She usually didn’t believe in supernatural stuff, always feeling that with herself and a sword, she could go anywhere in the world.

But facing Feng Jun, she really didn’t dare to act impulsively–confidence is not the same as recklessness. Seeing that the pit was getting deeper and deeper, she couldn’t help but ask, “How deep are you planning to dig?”

Meanwhile, within the secret realm of Kunlun, Elder Tang and Yu Baiyi were looking at a bronze mirror, also furrowing their brows, “Still digging?”

The Kunlun secret realm itself had a folding effect, featuring three Sect Gates: South Mountain Gate, North Mountain Gate, and East Mountain Gate.

The gate Feng Jun had found was the South Mountain Gate, also known as Nantian Sect, the main gate of Kunlun.

There were many surveillance measures around the three gates, especially around the main gate.

Yu Baiyi thought more modernly. He was silent for a while and then couldn’t help but exclaim, “He wouldn’t have brought explosives, would he?”

Elder Tang, however, smiled dismissively, “Bringing explosives… How much could he bring? Could it even blast open the Sect Gate?”

His thoughts and consciousness were quite old-fashioned.

At this time, Feng Jun had already dug seven or eight meters down, covering a two square meter area. Shen Qingyi had to forcefully suppress her urge to strike: Is this guy… tempting me to make a move?

Finally, Feng Jun leapt into the air, his hand tossing several rectangular objects into the pit.

Shen Qingyi’s brows knit together, and then she realized, “Is it explosives?”

Feng Jun didn’t bother responding to her–he didn’t even address her, who was she speaking to?

What he threw in was indeed explosives. As he understood the function of explosives, he knew that the power of surface blasting was mediocre; it was better to bury it deeper and pack it more solidly.

Then he filled the pit back with rubble and tried to pack it tighter.

Seeing the fuse lit, Shen Qingyi finally knew what he was doing, but obviously, it wasn’t realistic to confront an extraordinary person and extinguish the fuse. So she screamed and turned to flee desperately, “Be careful of the explosives~~~”

Feng Jun didn’t much care; it was just forty or fifty tons of explosives, no big deal.

But then he remembered, “I seem not to have told Tang Wenji… It’s time for fireworks?”

So while hastily retreating, he took out his Mobile Phone to make a call–life with a signal was truly blissful.

Just before the explosion, he connected the call and promptly said, “You can set off the fireworks now.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a muffled “boom” resounded, lasting for a whole second and more, shaking the entire ground and sending debris flying everywhere.

One had to admit, the explosion of buried explosives was much louder than those placed on the surface.

Witnessing the live scene, the Grand Elder couldn’t help but exclaim, “What is that!”

The shockwave from the explosives wasn’t enough to destroy the Kunlun Sect Gate, but it did blast a crater nearly two hundred meters in diameter on the ground. It was truly terrifying.

Of course, for the residents in the town, this sound was too loud; the ground shook several times, but fortunately, the epicenter was far enough away that no one’s windows shattered.

As everyone bewilderedly looked around to figure out what had happened, all kinds of firecrackers and fireworks began cracking and exploding in the town.

It was almost the late tenth lunar month, this kind of noise… seemed just right!

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