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Chapter 1255 Counter Fraud

Chapter 1255: Chapter 1255 Counter Fraud

Feng Jun had many reasons to take out the opponent. Not to mention, daring to mess with his woman made him want to eliminate them three times over to vent his anger.

However, Wang Wushan didn’t want to die. Upon hearing Feng Jun’s words, his body flickered and he disappeared instantly.

Then, his voice echoed from all directions, "Fellow Daoist, ignorance is no excuse. I’ve already agreed to compensate. Both of us are cultivators at the Intermediate Level; there’s no need to fuss over such a small matter."

Feng Jun extended his divine sense, locking onto a direction, and replied in a deep voice, "I won’t bully you. You’re at the fourth layer of the Intermediate Level, and I’m only at the third. Let’s have a duel, a Life-Death Duel!"

Wang Wushan was slightly tempted upon hearing this. After all, he was at the Intermediate Level, and the other party was just at the beginning of the Intermediate Level.

However, he also had a problem: his strength lay in agility, with high agility but relatively low attack output.

This trait was advantageous in melee battles, but in a Life-Death Duel, it was of little use—one of the two must die, and he couldn’t just run away.

Moreover, although the other party was only at the third layer, they dared to propose a Life-Death Duel, so how could they not have a trump card?

So in the end, he reluctantly said, "Is this really necessary? That guy Mao is the one who messed with you, and you’ve already killed him. This was really a disaster not of my making... That guy’s surname is Mao, not Wang. Be reasonable."

At this moment, a gray streak flashed in the distance, and an Intermediate-Level cultivator shot over, landing swiftly. He frowned slightly, glanced at Kong Ziyi, then at Feng Jun, and finally at the corpse on the ground, and asked in a deep voice, "What’s going on here?"

A cultivator from the Fang Market approached and whispered a few words in the ear of the gray-clad cultivator.

Upon hearing that the woman was a disciple of the Taiqing Sect, surnamed Kong, and had a token, his expression changed.

After hearing the whole story, he stepped forward and cupped his hands, "Greetings to Cultivator Kong, greetings to Mountain Master Feng... This incident truly was an accident. That person with the surname Mao deserved to die. You two have rid the Fang Market of a scourge. I thank you greatly, and there will be merit points in return later."

Merit points from the Fang Market aren’t entirely insignificant for members of the Four Sects or Wutai disciples. For one thing, using merit points gets a small discount on transportation.

"No need to be so polite," Kong Ziyi waved a hand and spoke lightly, "But the real culprit has yet to be punished."

The gray-clad cultivator was taken aback, took a deep breath, cupped his hands again, and said in a solemn voice, "Cultivator Kong, you hold the token of a deacon. I dare not go against your instructions, but I still want to say..."

"Wang Wushan might be a patron of that Mao character, but he may not be the real culprit here. I hope you’ll consider it carefully."

Kong Ziyi was quite reasonable. She believed Wang Wushan had the intent to support, but whether he was the true culprit was indeed debatable—she thought it was more likely that he wasn’t. A reputable clan wouldn’t stoop to such lowly tactics, would they?

So she turned her head to look at Feng Jun.

Feng Jun coughed softly, "So, according to your opinion, this Wang Wushan is innocent?"

The gray-clad cultivator cupped his hands and said with a wry smile, "Mountain Master Feng, please don’t joke. I never said that."

"I merely believe that his actions don’t warrant death. Supporting others in coercive trades, possibly even endangering the lives of female cultivators from elsewhere... The Fang Market can’t overlook such matters. It still requires an investigation."

Even before Feng Jun offered to introduce himself, the repeated address of "Mountain Master Feng" already said a lot.

After pausing for a moment, he cautiously asked, "Might Mountain Master Feng agree with my statement?"

"I just wanted to engage him in a duel," Feng Jun snorted coldly, "To extort with such arrogance and still act high and mighty, I really can’t swallow this indignation."

"I can apologize," Wang Wushan’s voice rang out again, "As long as this misunderstanding is cleared up, we can negotiate anything."

Kong Ziyi coughed lightly, "Then come out and talk. If no one can see you... how can we negotiate?"

Wang Wushan appeared in the corner of a house, offering a bitter smile as he cupped his hands, "You two were about to fight at the first disagreement. How could I dare to show up easily? I said long ago, I’m willing to admit my mistakes. I also ask Cultivator Huang to witness."

If he had a choice, he wouldn’t want to disgrace himself like this. The Wang Family’s reputation would be affected by his actions, but survival takes precedence over everything. Insisting on petty pride now would be truly foolish.

Feng Jun realized that he could no longer kill this person—the opposition was being sensible, and the "Cultivator Huang" from the Fang Market was cautiously persistent.

So he could only nod, "Alright, tell me what sincerity you have."

"I’m willing to offer fifty thousand... no, a hundred thousand Spirit Stones," Wang Wushan gritted his teeth, making a firm decision, "The exact amount can still be negotiated."

The promised amount of Spirit Stones was on the generous side because he’d heard that Elder Bai from Mingsha Fang Market wanted to offer Spirit Stones for a settlement, but his offer was refused, leading to the downfall of the Bai family.

At that moment, another female voice chimed in, "What a joke, my junior sister is short of these Spirit Stones?"

It was An Yuhong, who had finished her cultivation and walked out from her residence.

Wang Wushan’s eye twitched involuntarily: There is actually another Taiqing Sect master?

However, he reacted the next moment. In broad daylight, compensating Spirit Stones to the other party might tarnish his reputation, but the other party might not want to show their greed.

So he nodded with a smile, "Indeed, let’s not mention these mundane matters. Can we continue the discussion?"

Daoist Huang will certainly participate as a witness, but the others are not qualified.

Feng Jun glanced at the other cultivators in the market and pointed to the cultivator at the high tier of Qi Refinement, "This person believes that betting and losing is acceptable. He supports the act of forced buying and selling."

"I didn’t," the man’s face changed, "I’m here to check identity tags."

Feng Jun completely ignored him and looked at Daoist Huang, "I hope to see the sincerity of the market."

"I will give you a satisfactory answer," Daoist Huang waved his hand and gave a command, "Arrest him. If anything unexpected happens, you’ll share the responsibility!"

Several cultivators from the market stepped forward and restrained the man, and he didn’t dare to resist—there were several masters before him, resisting would be courting death.

After entering Feng Jun’s residence, Wang Wushan promptly admitted that he indeed had close ties with the man surnamed Mao, as the latter was adept at procuring various bizarre blood through trickery.

Wang Wushan practiced a secret technique, the ’Formless Demon of Heaven’ as Kong Ziyi identified, which required various unusual blood to enhance the technique’s applicability.

If Kong Ziyi hadn’t exposed him, he wouldn’t have admitted it. But since it was recognized, there’s no point in hiding it; it’s better to explain it clearly.

Wang Wushan believed that the man surnamed Mao was determined to pick a fight after seeing Zhang Caixin—due to the girl’s unusual appearance.

Indeed, Zhang Caixin’s looks might be considered exotic in Huaxia of the Earth Realm, but in the Cultivation Plane, it’s quite unconventional, and no one considered such features attractive—it didn’t align with the Cultivation World’s aesthetic.

Of course, the Cultivation World had even more unusual appearances, like Fish People or Orcs, and even Mutated People.

Simply put, Zhang Caixin’s appearance wasn’t extremely unusual but was enough to enrich Wang Wushan’s blood bank.

But now, he certainly wouldn’t dare harbor such thoughts; on the contrary, he expressed, "I’m interested in the blood of Exotic Beasts or Mutated People; this female cultivator clearly is a normal person."

Next, they came to the issue of compensation, Kong Ziyi expressed he didn’t need Spirit Stones, "Does your family have a high-tier Spirit Dust Gathering Array?"

Wang Wushan hesitated for a moment before answering, "There is one, but it’s rarely used and quite old."

Kong Ziyi shook his head, "Not a fixed Spirit Gathering Array, but a Gathering Spirit Array Plate."

Those families with good conditions often use fixed or semi-fixed Spirit Gathering Arrays, which are cost-effective to build and last long, and are also cheap to operate—Spirit Gathering Arrays are usually set up in places dense with Spiritual Energy or Earth Vein.

Wang Wushan nodded, "There is an array plate, it’s about 90% new."

He knew the price of high-tier Spirit Dust Gathering Array Plates, around seventy to eighty thousand Spirit Stones, which was within his budget.

Kong Ziyi nodded slightly, "Very well, Mountain Master Feng is collecting high-tier Spirit Dust Gathering Array Plates recently; prepare two of them, and this matter will be settled."

"Two array plates..." Wang Wushan was somewhat stunned, isn’t this price a bit high?

An Yuhong spoke up, "You said the Wang Family’s heritage is deep, don’t you think the selling price matches the cost price?"

Wang Wushan was certainly aware that the cost of Gathering Spirit Array Plates might not even reach half of the selling price, but he didn’t think this was a reason for him to prepare two array plates, "I have no rapport with the array masters."

Kong Ziyi glanced at him and asked flatly, "So... you disagree?"

She really didn’t think two array plates were a big deal, even at market price, they were just sixteen thousand Spirit Stones. When she had given Feng Jun the Super Large Storage Bag, she hadn’t even blinked—this small price, to avoid pursuing responsibility, yet you disagree?

Wang Wushan was greatly surprised, though the other party’s tone was calm, inadvertently revealing an attitude of "refusing to bargain"—no acceptance, no negotiation.

This Taiqing master’s temper was too strong, he cursed inwardly, but didn’t consider the plight of the innocent Zhang Caixin and the other two, without powerful backing, they would face an extremely miserable fate.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and nodded, "Alright, two high-tier Spirit Dust Gathering Array Plates."

Kong Ziyi looked at him coolly, "You need not feel aggrieved, you should be thankful my three subordinates weren’t significantly harmed."

Wang Wushan forced a smile, "Indeed, I’m very grateful."

Despite saying so, he cursed inwardly: those three women certainly aren’t your subordinates, truly tyrannical...