Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1180: Calculating the Details

Chapter 1180: Chapter 1180: Calculating the Details

In terms of principles, the Sun family cannot surrender the jurisdiction of White Pebble Beach because this jurisdiction does not belong to the Sun family at all.

However, the main family has been absent for a long time, making it difficult for the Sun family to find someone to consult. Combined with the pressure from the two aristocratic clans, they indeed couldn’t bear it and could only remain silent.

Thus, when the Pan and Wu families decided to gamble and settle things today, the Sun family didn’t even show up to spectate—primarily because they lacked the ability to stop these two families from dividing White Pebble Beach. Since they lacked the capability, it was better not to show up to avoid ridicule.

Yet at the same time, the Sun family still wanted to know what was happening, so they sent a servant to observe.

When Feng Jun heard this, he couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. He didn’t mind being targeted—after all, it was normal for some issues to arise after purchasing such a vast piece of land—but... this is how you guard my property?

There was no standard way to handle such matters. Feng Jun rubbed his chin and decided to address the Sun family first. "Sun Daqi, how do you think you should explain yourselves to me?"

Sun Daqi remained silent for a long time before sighing, "My family is willing to repay ten times the costs incurred. I only hope that you, distinguished one, will pardon our Sun family given our lack of capability."

Feng Jun wasn’t sure if this was an appropriate resolution—after all, the cultures of the two realms differed greatly. So, he turned to glance at Huang Fu Wuxia and asked, "What do you usually do in situations like this?"

Before Huang Fu Wuxia could answer, Kong Ziyi spoke up. "If something happened, why didn’t you inform Wang Botai?"

As a disciple of Taiqing, she understood the typical logic behind handling such matters better than Huang Fu Wuxia. After all, Tiantong, being a purely commercial organization, had value systems that weren’t necessarily applicable universally.

Sun Daqi sighed, "We asked someone to send a message to Wang Botai, but he wasn’t at Wuyou Platform... Ugh, such matters are not suitable for widespread discussion."

Feng Jun slightly nodded. Wang Botai indeed hadn’t been at Wuyou Platform for a long time. Traveling from Lantern Town to Mount Zhige to find someone wasn’t convenient either.

Kong Ziyi saw his nod and spoke, "Then refund twice the costs, and as for the gambling debts, you shouldn’t have used Feng Jun’s property as collateral... How much debt is there? Pay Feng Jun double that amount."

Sun Daqi was taken aback by her words and quickly exclaimed, "Distinguished one, spare us! My family still has gambling debts to pay the Pan family."

The Pan family’s debt settlement was based on benefiting from White Pebble Beach. Now that the rightful owner had arrived and was quite resolute, the Pan family would never succeed in taking it over. How could they not demand repayment of the gambling debts?

This meant the Sun family would owe triple the gambling debts, which they absolutely could not afford.

Kong Ziyi gave him a cold glance. "An Exalted One would not joke casually. If you continue to pester, you’ll bear the consequences yourself."

Sun Daqi immediately fell silent, not daring to utter another word.

Feng Jun then turned his gaze toward Wu Shangren, his expression indifferent as he asked, "Your family’s disciples who assaulted others—how do you plan to explain that to me?"

Wu Shangren coldly waved his hand, and eight disciples were brought forward—all of them young, with the youngest not even twenty. Among them, there were three at the Qi Refinement level and five at the Mortal Shedding stage.

Once the eight were lined up, a cultivator at mid-stage Qi Refinement wielded an iron rod and broke the left arm of each one.

The eight disciples, understanding the cause and effect, gritted their teeth and endured the pain without letting out a cry. None dared to blame Feng Jun; instead, their hateful glares were all directed at the Sun family.

Wu Shangren looked at Feng Jun with a grim expression and asked, "Handled this way, is Feng Daoist satisfied?"

Huang Fu Wuxia was dissatisfied. "What do you mean by this? Did Feng Daoist allow you to handle it yourself?"

"Forget it," Feng Jun shook his head. While their unilateral action left him somewhat displeased, considering Luohua’s philosophy of "my people, my discipline," he found the outcome acceptable.

After all, compared to mere bruises and superficial injuries, breaking their arms was already severe punishment—even if those arms could be healed later.

However, even so, he sternly warned the other party, "Ignorance can be forgiven. This time, I’ll grant you face as a fellow Exalted One. If it happens again, it will not be your place to handle it... Do you understand?"

Wu Shangren nodded with a dark expression but said nothing. His mood clearly wasn’t great.

Yet Feng Jun wasn’t planning to let the Wu family off the hook just yet. Keeping silent, were they? Let’s see how long they’d stay silent.

He lit a cigarette leisurely and spoke slowly, "Second question: What has your Wu family gained from White Pebble Beach?"

With a helpless eye-roll, Wu Shangren hesitated. He wanted to avoid answering but didn’t dare to. Reluctantly, he replied coldly, "Nothing."

Feng Jun raised an eyebrow, his expression somewhere between amusement and scrutiny. "Do *you* believe what you’re saying? If you’ve gained nothing, why go to such lengths to fight for my property?"

Wu Shangren sighed, "Truly nothing was gained. If you wish to use this to extort the Wu family, you can forget it."

Feng Jun’s face darkened upon hearing this. Crushing the Falling Thunder Technique spell in his hand, he struck toward Wu Shangren. "Such audacity—how dare you slander me!"

The Thunder Technique was swift, but Wu Shangren, having anticipated such a possibility, was prepared. Raising his hand, he tossed out a pale white barrier, which instantly enveloped not only himself but also many from the Wu family beneath its protective dome.

"Oh, planning to fight?" Feng Jun narrowed his eyes and immediately drew out an ancient-looking Great Seal.

"Feng Daoist, wait," Pan Shangren, sensing things were going south, hurriedly intervened with a shout. "We’re all Exalted Ones here; why let a minor squabble invite ridicule from outsiders?"

"It’s not your turn to speak!" Feng Jun shot him a cold glance. "What, can’t resist making your move too?"

Pan Shangren raised his hands and said nothing. Wu Shangren, however, quickly spoke up. "Feng Daoist, I misspoke earlier. Please forgive the offense. However... my Wu family truly has not gained any benefits from your territory."

In fact, his earlier remark was also a form of testing, to see if the other party dared to take action publicly.

Having capability and being willing to use it were two very different things. Many people who acted impulsively when weak became more cautious as their cultivation grew, constrained by many considerations.

Wu Shangren had also been certain that Pan Shangren would step in to help—after all, if Feng Jun dealt with the Wu family severely, would he let the Pan family go?

Yet the sheer forcefulness of Feng Jun’s temperament still exceeded his expectations; the man had struck without hesitation!

Feng Jun sneered coldly. "I don’t believe a word you say unless you let me search your family’s secret vault."

Wu Shangren didn’t seem angry at these words; instead, his heart sank. This situation was becoming hard to resolve.

Though it might seem that the other party was humiliating him, in reality, Feng Jun’s stance on the matter was quite clear.

And the Wu family truly had no evidence to prove they hadn’t obtained any benefits from White Pebble Beach—that’s something impossible to prove.

After some deliberation, Wu Shangren finally spoke, "So... it seems this matter cannot be peacefully resolved?"

Feng Jun gave him a side-eye, half-smiling and half-exasperated. "So now this is *my* fault, is that it?"

Of course, Feng Jun couldn’t be blamed for this. Wu Shangren straightforwardly said, "My Wu family is willing to offer a thousand Spirit Stones as a token of apology."

"A thousand... Do you think my dignity is only worth a thousand?" Feng Jun looked at him with a faint smile. "I’ll give you a thousand Spirit Stones if you let me inspect your family’s secret vault."

Inspect the secret vault? Wu Shangren wouldn’t even consider it. If he agreed, there’d be no future for the Wu family.

However, he calmly replied, "I apologize, but I’ll need to consult with the elders of my clan."

A stalling tactic, was it? Feng Jun glanced at him without much concern, then turned his gaze toward Pan Shangren.

Of the three families—Sun, Wu, and Pan—it was the Pan family he liked least, saving them for last.

He didn’t waste too many words, simply raising his chin slightly and asking bluntly, "What do you have to say?"

To Feng Jun’s surprise, Pan Shangren didn’t appear particularly nervous. Instead, he smiled pleasantly and said, "This matter isn’t hard to resolve. How about this, Mountain Master Feng... I’ll buy White Pebble Beach from you. Whatever you paid for it, I’ll pay double. Does that work?"

Feng Jun laughed aloud. "And if I don’t want to sell?"

"I’ve already shown my sincerity in resolving this issue," Pan Shangren said, spreading his hands nonchalantly. "If you don’t want to sell, then we’ll leave this matter as it is."

After a brief pause, he coughed lightly and added, "As I’ve mentioned before, I’m acting on behalf of the Exalted Ones of Ten Directions Platform."

No wonder this man was so arrogant, even daring to suggest buying land from Feng Jun.

These words, however, didn’t sit well with Kong Ziyi. She asked, her expression cold and impassive, "An Exalted One from Ten Directions Platform, you say? Who, exactly?"

Seeing it was her who asked, Pan Shangren’s eyes narrowed. This woman, not only an Intermediate Level Exalted One, carried herself with stern decorum. She gave him the impression of being even more difficult to deal with than the crippled Intermediate Level cultivator. "May I ask for your name, Daoist?"

Kong Ziyi dismissed him with a wave of her hand, her tone impatient. "I’m asking *you*!"

She didn’t mind revealing her identity—it wasn’t like Taiqing had a bad relationship with Ten Directions Platform. However, she didn’t want to rely on her status to intimidate him.

Pan Shangren hesitated. As a mere small family with only one Exalted cultivator, the Pan family had no equal footing when dealing with Ten Directions Platform. He might think he was acting on their behalf, but whether Ten Directions recognized him was another matter entirely.

Without permission from Ten Directions Platform, revealing the associated person’s name might even result in punishment for him.

So he replied seriously, "The names of the Exalted Ones from the Four Sects and Five Peaks... how could they be carelessly mentioned?"

Huang Fu Wuxia couldn’t help but laugh out loud. "And you call yourself an Exalted One! You don’t even dare mention someone else’s name; with such little courage, you actually dare to provoke Mountain Master Feng. Truly, you are fearless out of sheer ignorance!"

Pan Shangren scrutinized her from head to toe before responding coolly, "Then may I trouble the Daoist to leave her name? Surely, your courage must far exceed mine."

"My courage *is* greater than yours," Huang Fu Wuxia tilted her chin upward and declared with pride. "Huang Fu Wuxia! Vice Chairman of Tiantong... Feel free to inform the esteemed individual behind you and tell them I’ll be waiting right here!"