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Chapter 991 - Chapter 991 Chapter 911 This is the No. 1 Show

Chapter 991: Chapter 911: This is the No. 1 Show Chapter 991: Chapter 911: This is the No. 1 Show Qi Wukui didn’t want to go too extreme, just had someone pull the electric grid during the daytime–it was Chinese New Year after all.

Yet at this moment in Luohua Manor, only Gazi and Gao Qiang remained, even Li Shishi had gone home for the New Year.

At the guard post, only one person was left–these two were on rotating shifts.

Gazi didn’t care so much; he first started the generator, then called Sister Hong to report the situation.

Sister Hong knew quite a few people in the power system, but at the moment she and Zhang Caixin were in the magic city. Hearing that Gazi had started the generator, she said, “Let me make a call, but I reckon it’s Shengshi’s people messing around. Don’t hold out too much hope.”

Her connections in the power system couldn’t really compare to the Yu Family’s.

Hearing that Zhang Weihong made a call, Qi Wukui merely chuckled dismissively, thinking, how could one phone call be enough?

However, there was no second call from the other side!

Enraged, Qi Wukui recalled how he had been left hanging for several hours in Luohua Manor, as fresh and old grudges surfaced in his mind–let them just stay without power then, and watch the Spring Festival Gala by candlelight!

Power failure on New Year’s Eve night isn’t a big deal if you put it one way, but not trivial either–it really incites hatred.

Causing people trouble during the New Year… How deep must the grudge be?

Once Director Qi decided to do such a thing, he might as well go all in: cut off the water supply on the first day of the New Year, and the heating on the second…

But he couldn’t stand the fact that… Luohua Manor was truly self-sufficient, with its own well and its own heating system.

Qi Wukui even thought about digging up the road leading to Luohua Manor, but that operation was more difficult. Cutting off water, electricity, or heating could all be done by simply turning a valve or pulling a switch; however, he would need to find people to do the construction work to cut off the road.

In short, Luohua Manor was treated akin to a nail house.

Gazi and Gao Qiang didn’t fuss–after all, life could go on, so they simply made a complaint call every day.

Seeing how Luohua Manor could keep a cool head, Qi Wukui was a bit flustered. He specifically had people inquire; Feng Jun didn’t return to his hometown for New Year and no one knew where he had gone, Qi Wukui wanted to communicate but could not find anyone.

The abnormal situation at Luohua Manor persisted until the sixth day of the New Year, then Li Shishi came to work.

By then, the electricity had been restored, and so had the heating–in fact, the power outage lasted only two days, and the heating wasn’t off for full three days. Such an incident happening during the New Year, with homeowners complaining every day, it was impossible not to deal with it.

Li Shishi had more external contacts. Learning that there had been no water for five days, she immediately got in touch with the water company, explicitly stating that we want to expose this–today we have a good relationship with Zhengyang.

Then, all the anomalies disappeared, but on the eighth day, a construction vehicle came over, intending to dig up the road.

By this time, Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang had both returned, they caught the driver and beat him, then sent him to the police station.

The driver said it was the leader’s instruction to do this, and it had to do with the city’s infrastructure project; he demanded the police detain the assailants.

But the police at Baixing Police Station, how could they dare to touch Luohua’s people? They said, if you are doing city infrastructure work, you should have a construction permit, right?

A construction permit… of course, there wasn’t one. Director Qi was simply out to annoy Luohua; if a construction permit was applied for, it would cost too much–firstly there had to be a related project for city infrastructure and then related funds.

Director Qi was not short of money. Stuffing some money into the city infrastructure department wasn’t a problem, but the money he stuff could not become city infrastructure funds.

The driver said, “I’m just a worker following the boss’s orders,” so the police called the boss to explain.

The boss was furious, thinking someone important asked him to dig up the road, and you dared to beat people, clearly oblivious to who the Buddha sends as his mount.

He initially wanted to come over directly, but bad luck had it, he was playing Mahjong with friends, who, when they heard it was Luohua’s people that did the beating, urgently advised him–those were a bunch of fierce guys who once caught over a hundred people in one night.

The boss heard this and was so frightened he hid and even turned off his mobile phone.

So, the driver was beaten for no reason and detained for twenty-four hours–because Luohua wanted to pursue him for the crime of damaging public facilities. Fortunately, it wasn’t a private prosecution, and after paying a security deposit, the driver hastily fled.

On the ninth day, Sister Hong and Xiao Caixin also returned, and the manor regained its vitality.

When Feng Jun returned, Luohua Manor had already returned to normal. In fact, the troubles during the New Year were truly experienced only by Gazi and Gao Qiang, so while there was anger, there wasn’t a deep impression.

What really interested everyone was Shen Qingyi, who followed Feng Jun back because Zhang Caixin immediately felt it, “Is this a Qi-Refining Practitioner? From Kunlun?”

“Shen Qingyi, the first of the Kunlun Three Elegants,” Feng Jun introduced with a smile, “She will work for the manor for five years… If you encounter anyone you can’t defeat, you can call her. Also, she’s not allowed into the back courtyard for cultivation; she can go to the valley bamboo forest–everyone should monitor her.”

Shen Qingyi covered her face with a veil, but from her eyes, one could tell that she was still a bit resentful.

“Zhang Caixin was the first to express dissatisfaction, “Is it just the Qi Refinement Realm? Isn’t Luohua just as good without her?”

“Hmm?” Feng Jun glanced at her and suddenly realized, “Wow… not bad, are you at the ninth layer of Transcendence Mortal already?”

Zhang Caixin lifted her chin arrogantly and replied, “I reached the ninth layer of Transcendence Mortal before the year’s end. I will definitely advance to Qi Refinement in the first half of the year.”

“Hehe,” Shen Qingyi chuckled softly, and said nothing, but everyone could hear the disdain in her laughter.

Zhang Caixin gave her a contemptuous glance. She didn’t want to say anything, but the thought of him bringing another woman back, and that woman being the top beauty of Kunlun, made her want to retort, “What’s so funny? The world of geniuses… with your aptitude, it’s hard to understand.”

Shen Qingyi was usually a reserved person, but seeing a delicate young girl talking to her about being a genius, she couldn’t help herself. Do you even know what the top beauty of Kunlun means? “How long have you been cultivating?”

Zhang Caixin lifted her chin, arrogantly responding, “Just over two years.”

Shen Qingyi was dumbfounded. It took her more than five years to go from Transcendence Mortal to Qi Refinement, and she considered herself as one of the few in Huaxia with such a cultivation speed.

In fact, her cultivation speed could be called genius even in the mobile realm. Ordinary people start cultivating at fourteen and enter the Qi Refinement Realm by twenty-five, considered potential talents.

She entered the Qi Refinement Realm at the age of nineteen, cultivating faster than Yu Changqing. Most crucially, she cultivated in the Earth Realm, where Spiritual Energy is scarce. Even though the conditions in Kunlun are slightly better, in terms of resources, they are still far inferior to Wuyou Platform.

So she couldn’t help but take another look at Zhang Caixin, “What is your aptitude?”

“Why would I possibly tell you?” Zhang Caixin snorted disdainfully. “Would you tell me your aptitude?”

Shen Qingyi was somewhat speechless. Why do I feel like the people from Luohua Manor are more arrogant than Kunlun disciples?

However, her own aptitude was something to be proud of, as she casually revealed, “I am a Profound Yin Sword Body.”

She hadn’t realized that by volunteering her aptitude, in her subconscious, she actually trusted Luohua Manor.

“A Yin Yang lineage?” Zhang Caixin smiled and still looked disdainful, “Let me introduce myself, Innate Pure Water… starting point at half a step past Transcendence Mortal.”

Shen Qingyi finally fell silent; there really wasn’t anything to say. She didn’t feel like her own aptitude was much worse than the other’s–Profound Yin was not inferior to Pure Water, but this sword body limited her development direction.

Innate Pure Water, on the other hand, has many more paths to choose from, numerous Cultivation Techniques, and thus, a wider road.

“Alright, let’s stop there,” Feng Jun didn’t want them to argue too fiercely, “Caixin, aren’t you going to celebrate reaching the ninth layer of Transcendence Mortal?”

“I’ll wait until I advance to Qi Refinement,” Zhang Caixin said lightly, “It won’t take long anyway.”

Shen Qingyi even drooped her eyelids; a strange thought crossed her mind: If I kill all these women, would he be heartbroken?

Of course, she clearly understood that if she did so, it would probably be best for everyone in Kunlun to just cut their own throats–as the lineage would be cut off anyway, and at least they could retain a modicum of dignity.

But she couldn’t help but entertain the thought.

The next moment, she was startled by her train of thought: Why am I thinking this? Surely it’s not because… I’m jealous?

“Alright, you stay here,” Feng Jun didn’t want them to have too much conflict. At least for the next five years, Shen Qingyi would be one of Luohua’s top combat forces, “I will show her around the place.”

He could have had others show her around, but in fact, in Luohua Manor, the only one who could exert pressure on Kunlun was him alone–even Hua Hua was far inferior, so his role as a guide showed sincerity.

Luohua Manor wasn’t small–four square kilometers–but for him and Shen Qingyi, a Qi-Refining Practitioner, it was nothing significant. Before long, the two of them had made a round.

Shen Qingyi wasn’t a Martial Cultivator, but by reaching the Qi Refinement Realm, her physical capabilities greatly improved. Ordinary martial masters were no match for them; only Innate Experts posed some threat to Qi Refining practitioners.

Eventually, the two stopped in a valley. Feng Jun pointed to the Lingzhi Formation and then towards Hua Hua hiding among the bamboo leaves, “This is the Lingzhi Formation, and Hua Hua is actually my Spirit Plant shepherd.”

To Cultivators from Earth Realm, the term Spirit Plant shepherd was strange, but Shen Qingyi had been around Feng Jun long enough to be immune to his odd terminology.

She couldn’t help but exclaim, “So many… Spirit Plants?”

When Kou Laozhong first came and saw the Lingzhi Formation, he was overjoyed to say it was his fortune–of course, he was too presumptuous. But it’s undeniable that Luohua’s Spirit Plant garden was not inferior to Kunlun’s, even stronger by quite a bit.

Kunlun’s legacy had spanned thousands of years, and their Spirit Plant garden had many treasures, but those were depleted through use over time.

Thus, in terms of quality and quantity of Spirit Plants, Kunlun couldn’t keep up with Luohua.

Just then, a young man approached, Gazi, “Brother Jun, I have something I want to talk to you about…”

Feng Jun listened for a while, then gradually narrowed his eyes and chuckled, “Hehe, Qi Wukui? Quite bold…”

(Last day of the long holiday, calling for monthly passes.)