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Chapter 990 - Chapter 990 Chapter 990 Qingcheng Earth Vein

Chapter 990: Chapter 990 Qingcheng Earth Vein Chapter 990: Chapter 990 Qingcheng Earth Vein Four for one? The Elder could only give a bitter smile, “You can’t just change your opinion like the direction of the wind, can you?”

However, he didn’t dare to openly oppose it but subtly reminded, “Well… the extent of damage to magical treasures varies, we can’t generalize, right?”

“Exactly,” Feng Jun nodded decisively, “My suggestion of four for one is just a baseline price. It might even be five for one or six for one, especially since you don’t have any Spirit Stones to pay… Right?”

You make such sense that I’m at a loss for words! The Elder was speechless and choked up.

It was around noon when the tour at Kunlun concluded. Everything that needed to be seen was seen, and what couldn’t be forced remained untouched.

The Mountain Protection Array of Kunlun had been repaired, though slightly weakened. The Elder honestly stated, “The Array was broken this time, resulting in a loss of luck, hence the slow recovery.”

Feng Jun finally understood in his heart. That Crystal Chain, it seemed, was truly condensed from luck. However, the fact that Kunlun’s luck could manifest into a tangible item was astonishing to him. Truly favored by heaven and earth indeed.

Kunlun wanted to keep him for a meal, but Feng Jun directly took his leave, not wanting to get too close to them – what if they wanted to reclaim their fighter, would he agree or not?

As for repairing the magical treasure? That was just business, entirely separate from personal relationships.

Regarding the damaged magic artifacts and treasures, Kunlun didn’t immediately provide a plan but agreed in principle. They still needed to sort out the details, determine the origins, and extent of damage, rendering it impossible to proceed in the short term.

By noon, all the members of the Daoist Sects had returned to the small hotel, while snow continued to fall from the sky.

Towards evening, Feng Jun activated the Time Shuttle, taking everyone straight to the East.

His next target was Feng Tianyang’s Mount Taibai. With Kunlun’s affairs resolved, it was time to fulfill his promise to set up a Spirit Gathering Array for the other party.

The construction of the Spirit Gathering Array was relatively simple, but Feng Tianyang hoped it would be built on the peak where the Questioning Path Tea grew.

For Feng Zhizhang, setting up the Spirit Gathering Array there was inconvenient for cultivation, but he felt it was safer.

You could say it wasn’t easy for him. As the leader, to cultivate within the array, he had to use a hanging basket to go up.

If it were left to ordinary government officials, they would probably wish to have the Spirit Gathering Array in their own bedroom–for convenience’s sake.

Feng Tianyang preferred to endure the hassle himself to ensure the safety of the Spirit Gathering Array, showing that he valued legacy and foundation more.

Feng Jun felt that the site was not particularly suitable, but no doubt, the place gathered more Spiritual Energy than other places, so he didn’t bother to persuade further.

Here, he constructed a simple version of the Spirit Gathering Array, also placing down five Spirit Stones. How the other party would safeguard them wasn’t his concern–what he pondered more was whether the Earth Vein here had potential for further enhancement.

However, time did not allow him to consider too much, as he was soon to fly to Qingcheng.

Since Mount Taibai was not far from Chang’an, he didn’t use the Time Shuttle for the journey, but instead bought a plane ticket.

Indeed, there were quite a few Daoist Sect members flying out from Chang’an; they essentially bid farewell there. As a major city in the central-western region, Chang’an had numerous flights. Locals like Elder Qiu and others even came to the airport to see them off.

Feng Jun’s invitation for them to witness the event wasn’t a waste of their efforts; each was gifted ten jin of Spirit Rice, even the people from Wangwu got their share.

In the Earth Realm, such a gesture was not small. For comparison, one could refer to Taibai Mountain’s Questioning Path Tea.

Even Chen Zhizhang of Mount Wuyi half-joked that if there was a next time, he must be notified.

As the year was drawing to an end, everyone was heading their separate ways. Nevertheless, Qing Xiaozi decided to accompany Zhang Dongyuan and Dong Zenghong to Qingcheng, curious to see how Feng Jun would enhance the Earth Vein.

Of course, Yang Yuxin and Shen Qingyi were also with them, one returning to her hometown and the other beginning her work life.

As for the security of the Luohua Manor, that was not a concern either, as Hua Hua had already set off, physically flying to Zhengyang.

Once the group arrived at Jin City, they all headed to Qingcheng, with Qing Xiaozi even booking a flight to Yangcheng on New Year’s Eve.

However, it was very regrettable that he ultimately didn’t witness Feng Jun’s manipulation of the Earth Vein.

For Feng Jun, the Earth Vein of Mount Qingcheng was too complex. He was reluctant to rashly intervene, afraid of damaging the arrangements of this Fifth Celestial Realm–in truth, The Sky of the Nine Immortal Chambers had also been arranged by cultivators.

He spent a whole four days surveying the land, during which he discussed several points with Zhang Dongyuan, Qing Xiaozi, and Dong Zenghong.

These three had not felt too obviously before, but now speaking with Feng Jun, they could very clearly determine–he must have received some ancient inheritance.

Some of his ideas are extremely obscure within the Huaxia Daoist Sect today, and could only be traced back to the ancient legends.

Additionally, with his multitude of Spirit Stones and Magic Artifacts, there could only be one explanation–He must have obtained some ancient Immortal Mansion.

Of course, nobody dares to covet his Immortal Mansion now–Kunlun, which dominates the Daoist Sects, has already set an example for everyone.

Shen Qingyi, however, remained silent, simply following quietly, but whenever Feng Jun spoke, she would subconsciously hold her breath and prick up her ears to eavesdrop.

Qing Xiaozi, who actually had some connections with Kunlun, even teased Shen Qingyi when nobody was around, “I find that working for Feng Jun isn’t such a bad thing… Too bad he doesn’t appreciate this old fool like me.”

Shen Qingyi sighed softly, “You are indeed correct, but this sense of humiliation…I will never forget for my entire life.”

“There’s no humiliation, it’s just Kunlun repaying its debts,” Qing Xiaozi casually remarked, being old enough and of high enough status to say whatever he wanted, even if he was addressing a Qi Refinement Realm cultivator.

He even flaunted his mobile phone to her, “You see, cooperating with him… I’ve even managed to acquire lost scriptures.”

Feng Jun had given him external alchemy toxic methods, but having immersed himself in the Alchemy Dao for all his life, he quickly figured out the way to complete the Poison Puppet techniques.

By the time New Year’s Eve arrived, Dong Zenghong was the only one left in Mount Qingcheng–Even Yang Yuxin went to Jin City to celebrate the New Year with her family.

On the first day of the lunar year at noon, Feng Jun began to officially adjust the Earth Veins, starting cautiously from the outer edges.

The Earth Veins of Qingcheng were designed by a master, whose level was probably similar to a Golden Core who had acted in Mount Taibai.

The vast Mount Qingcheng was entirely planned by him, with actions and reactions interlinked, impacting the whole system from a single point of influence.

Fortunately, he did not possess the brilliant flair of that Golden Core Master; he did not create a challenging “Ask Dao Peak” to trouble anyone.

Even so, Feng Jun only dared to start experiments from the corners, in case something was wrong, it could be promptly corrected.

Unknowingly, he was busy in Qingcheng until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and even Yang Yuxin could not wait for him, flying directly to the capital.

By the seventeenth, the work finally came to a close, and Feng Jun stated–This was the limit of what I could currently achieve.

Dong Zenghong took out the Gathering Spirit Array Plate to activate and observed for about half an hour, then nodded happily, “The speed of Spiritual Energy gathering has increased by five to eight percent, it’s really fast.”

Feng Jun was inwardly amazed, thinking to himself that this heir of Ghost Valley really had an unconventional method, to be able to calculate such things?

Both Dong Zenghong and Zhang Dongyuan were quite satisfied with the result. When Feng Jun bid farewell, Zhang Dongyuan took out a bank card and handed it directly to Feng Jun, “It really troubled Master Feng, here’s a little token of appreciation, please accept it with my respects.”

He was genuinely grateful to Feng Jun. A prominent Ascendant Realm Master stayed in Mount Qingcheng for over twenty days, enhanced the Earth Veins, and even spent the Spring Festival on the mountain; this favor was truly immense.

Of course, Feng Jun did it for the better effect of the Spirit Gathering Array, but Zhang Dongyuan knew the priorities–the Spirit Gathering Array wasn’t Qingcheng’s, but the Earth Veins were.

Feng Jun smiled and shook his head. After interacting over this period, he had developed a fondness for Zhang Dongyuan, who was a rare cultivator with internet-era thinking, “Indeed, it was quite exhausting, but such systemic Earth Veins like Qingcheng’s are also rare for me to encounter; Qingcheng allowing me to take action was also an opportunity for me to improve myself.”

Zhang Dongyuan knew that the other party was telling the truth, but he couldn’t afford to think in the same way.

Thus, he sincerely expressed, “There is a Bole, then there is a swift horse; without your help, Qingcheng’s Earth Veins would have been abandoned sooner or later. Master Feng, please don’t be too modest… I insist that you accept this small token.”

Suddenly, Dong Zenghong spoke up, “Master Feng, twenty million isn’t much, but after all, it represents Dongyuan’s heartfelt gratitude.”

He had carefully analyzed Feng Jun and knew that although this person seemed not lacking money, he was short of big money. If presented with big money, he wouldn’t pretend to be lofty and refuse to accept it, hence he just made a brief comment.

“Oh?” Feng Jun really raised his eyebrow upon hearing this; once the amount reached tens of millions, it was worth accepting for him. So, he smiled and nodded, “Alright, since Daoist Zenghong put it that way, then I’ll accept it. Twenty million… It’s indeed not a small amount.”

Zhang Dongyuan had no intention of making fun of him; instead, he was somewhat moved, thinking indeed, a great man is a great man; only at the level of tens of millions did he reluctantly accept, when would Mount Qingcheng reach this stage?

At the same time, someone in Zhengyang was also talking about Feng Jun, “This guy… isn’t he a bit too arrogant?”

The speaker was Qi Wukui, who had threatened Feng Jun and then sought to pressure him from various angles.

However, his efforts were largely ineffective against Luohua Manor; those who knew Feng Jun was not to be trifled with had long known, and the measures taken by those unaware were futile against Luohua Manor.

For instance, on New Year’s Eve, when the electric switch in Luohua Manor suddenly tripped, it would have caused an ordinary household to curse in frustration.

But what Luohua Manor didn’t lack was generators; in fact, when the previous contractor Li Ning was in charge, he had purchased a large generator–this was also why Feng Jun had chosen to stay at Luohua.

Less than five minutes after the power trip, the generators in Luohua Manor started “clattering” to life.