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Chapter 1123: The Ironhead of the Tianxin Platform

Chapter 1123: Chapter 1123: The Ironhead of the Tianxin Platform

Head of the Fu Family is an Intermediate Level cultivator whose prospects of attaining a Golden Core are hopeless, yet as a firmly established Intermediate Level cultivator, he holds a significant status on Nanli Island.

His youngest son said that he had discovered a black-striped Jiao outside and wanted to go out and retrieve it. While he was waiting at home, he suddenly heard this noise and jolted, "Holy shit... Has a Golden Core arrived? Whose mess is this?"

Truly, trouble comes from the sky without having to leave one’s doorstep.

But now that a Golden Core had arrived, it was impossible not to respond. He stepped out of the door, clasped his hands together in greeting, and inquired, "May I ask which esteemed Master has graced us with their presence? Has my Fu Family done something amiss?"

"Your Fu Family has done many things amiss," Master Busheng spoke indifferently from the air, "But in my actions, I must always uphold the righteousness of the Heavenly Heart. Let me make it clear to you now: your Intermediate Level Cultivators have taken action against Qi-Refining Practitioners near the edge of the Black Water Marsh, so I simply took it upon myself to administer a little punishment. Now, I would like to ask you, are you aware of this incident?"

The Head of the Fu Family was momentarily stunned; of course, he was aware of this incident.

If it were several esteemed individuals who had hunted a black-striped Jiao, he wouldn’t dare let his youngest son snatch it, would he? Thus, he clasped his hands once more and replied with due respect, "Please enlighten me with your noble name, sir. This is the territory of Nanli Island, and Master Kuangshi resides here. There are rules to be followed."

Master Kuangshi had already noticed the presence of a true master here and slightly reached out with his Divine Sense, frowning slightly, "This madman, why has he come to Nanli Island... Ask the disciples, have they done anything wrong recently?"

Ji Buseng, however, did not speak courteously with the Fu Family, "My name is not something you are worthy of knowing. I do not wish to argue with you, either. How many Intermediate Level Cultivators does your family have? Come with me."

The Head of the Fu Family felt this could not be tolerated. How could he, an Intermediate Level Cultivator with the backing of Nanli Island, be afraid of him?

You should know that in the Cultivation World, the status of each Clan is fought for. If victory could be solely achieved by Cultivation Level, then why would there be any need for fatal battles?

When faced with unsolvable problems, simply demonstrating one’s Cultivation Level would suffice.

Thus, he obstinately insisted, "Please enlighten me with your distinguished name, sir, so I may know whom our disciples are accompanying."

Ji Buseng raised his hand, directly causing a mountain peak to collapse, and uttered coldly six words, "Ji Buseng from the Tianxin Platform."

Upon hearing this, the Head of the Fu Family was at a loss—this was a man even more ruthless than the Nangong Ancestor.

Therefore, he clasped his hands once more, "I’ve seen Master Busheng. It seems there may have been some misunderstanding here. May I inquire further before proceeding?"

Ji Buseng’s face darkened, and he asked sternly, "Just now, you said you wanted to know with whom your disciples left, now you want to inquire further? Do you really think I, a true master, am just for show?"

Then he reached out towards his Storage Bag, at which the Head of the Fu Family, panicked, shouted hastily, "Your Excellency, my Fu Family is willing to compensate for the losses and will let you take the disciples, just please provide an explanation."

Master Busheng let out a cold laugh, "Why does Ji, in his lifetime, need to explain himself to others?"

In the next moment, a ring was conjured from his hands, which swiftly expanded to a hundred feet in diameter before hurtling towards the ground.

Just at that moment, a light chuckle was heard, and a blood-red flag appeared out of nowhere, confronting the ring, "Master Busheng, long time no see. What brings you to my doorstep to flex your muscles?"

The flag was not as massive as the ring, being only about ten or so feet long, but it firmly entangled the ring.

Ji Buseng looked up at the newcomer and stated, devoid of any expression, "Little kitten, what do you mean by this? Want to start a fight?"

The person was none other than the Nangong Ancestor, who was very averse to being called little kitten. Had it been someone else, he would have certainly fought them first, but with Ji Buseng... he couldn’t afford to fall out with him.

The Tianxin Platform harbors many madmen, one reason why he was reluctant to fight; the second reason, however, was that Ji Buseng, unlike the Nangong Family, was a solitary individual whose security meant the safety of his entire Family, whereas behind him were the hundred thousand people of the Nangong Family.

So he replied with a smile that was not quite a smile, "You who won’t live long, your visit here is surely to seek me out, no? Bullying younger generations... Does that give you a sense of accomplishment?"

Ji Busheng, originally named Ji Yongnian, was later known as Master Busheng after achieving the Golden Core, and thus, no one called him by his given name, which is why Nangong referred to him as the "man who won’t live long."

Seeing that the conversation was clear, Master Busheng lost interest in pretending further, "It’s fine if you want to take over the karma of this situation. The bullying of the younger generation began with the Fu Family... Anyway, why am I discussing this with you? Let’s just fight it out in the marsh."

"Wait," Nangong Kuangshi wasn’t afraid to fight it out with the other party, as a Golden Core had its responsibilities, "A fight is trivial, and a deathmatch doesn’t matter, but you must first let me understand, what exactly has happened?"

"A deathmatch?" Ji Busheng scoffed disdainfully, looking the other up and down, "Just with you?"

It was indeed highly unlikely that Nangong Kuangshi could engage in a deathmatch with him. Firstly, because he obviously couldn’t win, and secondly... it’s not just about him dying in battle; even if he were to be gravely injured, the Nangong Family would be plunged into a state of chaos and unrest.

As for Ji Buseng, he would not have this problem, as even if he were seriously injured and barely victorious, he could simply return to the Tianxin Platform to heal.

Nangong Ancestor also knew this, but he couldn’t possibly let the other party have their way, so he replied coldly, "If the Nangong Family is at fault, I will give you an explanation. Otherwise, I will have to go to the Tianxin Platform and ask your fellow sect members to judge."

Ji Buseng frowned, speaking discontentedly, "Didn’t you understand? The Fu Family coercively took what they wanted, using their power to bully the weak. I was simply doing as they did, and you want to come out and stop me?"

Before Nangong Kuangshi had even arrived here, he had already figured out the crux of the matter, but he certainly didn’t believe that was the real reason - a real person from the Four Sects and Wutai actually standing up for a bunch of Qi-Refining Loose Cultivators - could you possibly have that much idle time on your hands to deal with such trivialities?

So he gestured dismissively and said decisively, "A Blackback Jiao, right? The Fu Family will offer compensation fivefold, fifty thousand Spirit Stones... that should be about right, shouldn’t it?"

The Loose Cultivators dared not utter a word, only inwardly clicking their tongues in amazement at how generous a real person could be when they spoke.

"Not enough," replied Ji Buseng without hesitating, "I don’t care how you compensate them; all these youngsters have called out Mountain Master Feng’s name. Do you know that someone surnamed Feng has a Talented Scholars Plaque from Tianxin Platform? That was personally given by me!"

"You disregarded me, Ji, so how should we settle this?"

Upon hearing these words, Nangong Kuangshi laughed from anger, "Master Busheng, you’re really seizing every opportunity to argue, aren’t you? There are so many Mountain Masters in this plane, and there are more than a handful of individuals surnamed Feng; surely they don’t need to report using your name for the Fu Family to take the hint?"

Ji Buseng glared, "They should have taken the initiative. If they can’t even remember the notable figures properly, what right do they have to be involved in the jianghu (martial artists’ community)?"

Nangong Kuangshi knew this casual remark from the other party was not without basis - many Cultivators from the Tianxin Platform are of such a temper. Therefore, waving his hand, he replied with impatience, "Enough, stop beating around the bush and tell me directly, what do you want?"

Master Busheng put forward three fingers straightforwardly, "Fine, I’ll get straight to the point. I need three individuals at the Intermediate Level of Detachment to accompany me on a trip. If you cooperate well, I might temporarily overlook today’s matter, alright?"

"Intermediate Level of Detachment?" Nangong Kuangshi’s heart skipped a beat, then sent forth a Divine Sense, "A secret realm or a minor world?"

"You’re overthinking," Master Busheng replied, expressionless, shaking his head, "I just need a few at the Intermediate Level of Detachment. If it were what you’re guessing, do you think I lack them at Tianxin Platform?"

Not seeking the disciples from Tianxin Platform? Nangong Kuangshi understood the implication instantly; while he was hot-tempered like a wild lion, hence his moniker, in reality, he was not without intellect.

He gave Ji Buseng a suggestive look, "May we change the location to discuss this further?"

Ji Buseng replied nonchalantly, "Sure, but first you need to promise the three individuals at Intermediate Level of Detachment."

Nangong Ancestor smiled, "That’s a trivial matter, we can’t let Master Busheng come all this way for nothing."

Two rainbows streaked across the sky and vanished, only then did the Head of the Fu Family turn to look at the dozen or so Loose Cultivators left behind.

A flash of an unusual look crossed his eyes, but then he squeezed out a smile, "Fifth Brother, take good care of these peers. Whatever wrongs were committed previously, the Fu Family admits to them and is willing to offer compensation, ensuring the satisfaction of these peers."

A dissatisfied Loose Cultivator huffed coldly, "My brother died at the hands of your clan’s Detached Cultivator, I’ll see how you compensate for that!"

The Head of the Fu Family’s expression changed slightly, thinking if it weren’t for Master Busheng being present, I would have sent you to meet your brother by now. With your status, how dare you speak to me like this?

But he could only think these thoughts, as his smiled even more brilliantly, "That’s really... regrettable, but rest assured, you’ll be provided with satisfactory compensation. We cannot bring the dead back to life, so I ask you to take solace in that."

At this point, the fifth brother of the Head of the Fu Family hurried over, being a High Tier of Qi Refinement, already old and infirm, but still quite adept at dealing with Qi-Refining Practitioners...

Nangong Ancestor and Master Busheng flew out a thousand miles, and as if mind-tied, they both stopped at the same time.

Nangong Kuangshi spoke first, "Ji Yongnian, once you take these three Intermediate Level Detachments, will they be able to come back alive?"

Despite being considered a madman, Master Busheng was not an honest fool; these are two different concepts. He responded indifferently, "Why would you think of that? I have no intention of killing."

"You make it sound so meaningless," Nangong Kuangshi replied with a darkened expression, "you don’t even use disciples from Tianxin Platform but come to my Nanli Island to borrow people... can you give me a reason?"

Unexpectedly, Ji Buseng gave a forthright response, "I can’t stand the sight of your Nangong Family, is that reason enough?"

Anger surged through Nangong Kuangshi, "Ji Buseng, I’ve respected you as a real person, but you’ve insulted me time and again. Are you really pushing me to a point of no return with you?"

"So what if I am?" Ji Buseng glanced at him disdainfully, "Anyway, you don’t have the guts; you’re all talk."

The heads of the Tianxin Platform Cultivators are always this stubborn, utterly unmindful of others’ feelings.

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