Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1292: Conclusion (One More Celebration for the Beloved Chestnut Maiden)

Chapter 1292: Chapter 1292: Conclusion (One More Celebration for the Beloved Chestnut Maiden)

Fang Wenping heard the words, his muscles instantly tensed, and then slowly relaxed.

He didn’t even turn his head, only asked in a low voice, "May I ask, senior, how should I address you?"

"Trying to stall for time?" The person behind him chuckled softly, "How coincidental, I also wanted to see if my poison is more potent or your antidote skills are superior."

Fang Wenping hesitated for a moment, then surprisingly laughed out loud, "Then may I ask, senior, what is the name of this poison, so I can die knowing?"

"I admire your courage, young man," the person behind him slowly spoke, "The poison is named Orchid Dream... understand?"

Fang Wenping’s knees went weak, and he knelt down straightaway, "Senior, you’re mistaken, I have never offended the Crimson Pheonix Sect."

The martial artists and cultivators of this realm are quite proud; they’d rather die standing than live kneeling.

But Fang Wenping felt he was truly wronged because he knew very well that Orchid Dream was the poison of the Crimson Pheonix Sect, an extremely domineering fire toxin, its name being a pun on "Blue Dream" — blue flames are far more terrifying than red ones.

Once poisoned, not using your energy might hold out for a while, but once you do, you’ll die as fast as you want.

What’s worse is, besides the original owners, the Crimson Pheonix Sect, there’s no antidote, and only the Yinsha Sect can provide a somewhat ineffective antidote, which is outrageously expensive. As for other major powers, they at most have preventive medicines, but once Orchid Dream enters the body, there’s no cure.

This poison is terrifying but also rare; usually, the Crimson Pheonix Sect wouldn’t use it on small fries — whether it’s really rare, no one is certain, but generally, the people of the Crimson Pheonix Sect seldom carry such poison.

"Pfft," the person behind him sneered, "You say you haven’t offended anyone, and so you haven’t? Do you know who I am?"

"I don’t know," Fang Wenping still knelt on the ground, shaking his head honestly, "Could it be... Mountain Master Feng is from the Crimson Pheonix Sect?"

"He is a guest of our Crimson Pheonix Sect," the person behind him spoke leisurely, "I’m Qu Jianlei of the Crimson Phoenix Hall of Honor, ordered to protect Feng Jun in secret... If you wanted to kill Kong Ziyi, I wouldn’t care at all, but you shouldn’t have targeted Feng Jun."

Fang Wenping began to shiver all over upon hearing this, Crimson Phoenix Hall of Honor — this is the power that guards the Crimson Pheonix orthodoxy.

In this power, can they even appear outside the sect voluntarily? He couldn’t help but wail, "I was wrong, I apologize, I’m willing to present my soul to Mountain Master Feng, accept the Divine Needle Oath."

The Divine Needle Oath is a rather strict vow, though not as solemn as the Dao Heart Oath, but putting a restriction on the soul is equivalent to handing over one’s life and death to the other party; the other party could inflict unbearable agony just by a thought.

If you must make a comparison, the tight-crown curse would not be appropriate; it would feel more like being subjected to a voodoo curse — not only can the caster control life and death, but if the caster dies, the affected person dies too.

Fang Wenping is currently at the second level of Qi Refinement, and as for whether he can nurture a core, he has no hopes for himself, so he wouldn’t make a Dao Heart Oath, directly going for the Divine Needle Oath.

Just then, the cultivator at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer couldn’t help but shout, "Master Qu, I was just opposing it... You heard it too, this really has nothing to do with me, I personally admire Feng Shan..."

Before he could finish his words, a flash of white light crossed, leaving a bloody hole on his forehead, as he slowly fell to the ground.

On a tree not far away, an owl’s eyebrows raised, its curved sharp beak opening and closing twice, "Noisy!"

Fang Wenping was scared out of his wits, this is... "Demon Beast?"

The owl glanced at him, its round eyes full of disdain, "I am also from the Crimson Phoenix Hall of Honor... well, for a dying man, why should I bother with you?"

Fang Wenping’s urinary sphincter spasmed twice, yet he couldn’t help but exclaim in terror, "Am I so wrong? Alright, I deserve a thousand deaths; can my family be spared?"

"That’s not for me to consider," Qu Jianlei spoke faintly behind him, "If it weren’t for waiting for Mountain Master Feng to arrive, where would I have the interest to talk this much nonsense with you... Mountain Master Feng, aren’t you here yet?"

After a soft laugh, a figure appeared side-front about a hundred meters away, it was Feng Jun.

He raised his hand to salute, smiling as he spoke, "Qu Daoist friend, indeed a keen eye, lately I’ve felt restless, taking a walk occasionally... Coincidentally, met two groups, Chi Luan managed to command the Hall of Honor?"

The owl snorted coldly, "She’s not enough."

But Qu Jianlei was very much trying to defend the disciple of his dream goddess, "Chi Luan is a spirited little girl, but of course when our Hall of Honor goes secular, it must have the approval of the head."

Fang Wenping couldn’t hold back the terror in his heart upon hearing this — I actually planned to harm someone that the leader of the Four Great Sects is interested in?

Adding to the onset of the toxin, his body went weak, lying flat on the ground.

And above his head, the cold conversation continued, "Mountain Master Feng, this person cannot be spared, he also plans to invite ’Missing a Piece’ tomorrow, to ambush your group."

"I don’t have a good impression of him; he’s been watching me for a long time, and today I finally know who’s been watching me."

"Then let’s deal with this person’s body... After all, the Orchid Dream Poison is quite distinctive and easily recognizable."

Upon hearing this, Fang Wenping suddenly had a surge of will to survive, "Mountain Master Feng, I... I can help you get rid of You Longzi."

With his deep investigation into the news of Mingsha Fang Market, he already knew that Feng Jun had a conflict with You Longzi.

"Rely on you to get rid of You Longzi?" Feng Jun felt like laughing, "If I really wanted to deal with him, would it be your turn? I just didn’t have the time."

"Dealing with You Longzi... is too easy, isn’t it?" Qu Jianlei, although a retired veteran cadre, since the Rongxun Hall intended to keep contributing, was not unfamiliar with the main personnel of other major forces—after all, having some extra time doesn’t hurt.

He even pointed out, "Rather than killing him, why not deal with his senior brother? Right now, the head of the Discipline Hall, Chengfeng Zi... they both should have been taught by the fallen Master Moxiong."

Feng Jun felt a bit embarrassed upon hearing this, "The head of the Discipline Hall should also be at the ninth layer of the Out of Dust stage, right? Wouldn’t dealing with such a big figure cause a lot of trouble?"

Qu Jianlei responded with an unconcerned smile, "Would there be much more trouble between the Crimson Phoenix and Yinsha? Taking out Chengfeng Zi, You Longzi naturally wouldn’t dare to cause trouble, and it would prevent others from suspecting you, Friend Feng. Isn’t that a win-win situation?"

"Your point... makes a lot of sense, but I still think it’s too dangerous for you," Feng Jun replied seriously, "I don’t like owing too many favors, so why make things difficult for me?"

"Hey, I like your temper," Qu Jianlei grinned, then nodded, "Alright, our task is to secretly protect you, but since you’re so perceptive, we met tonight to avoid any misunderstanding... we’ll listen to you then."

In the next moment, the owl spoke, "Friend Feng is responsible, so how should we handle Fang Wenping’s family? He’s been privately investigating you, inquiring about all your affairs."

At this point, Fang Wenping, already somewhat muddled with confusion, couldn’t help but want to shout—I’m only trying to protect my wife and children at home, I now realize my mistake, can you let them go?

Unfortunately, he was unable to speak now, only listening, and even his consciousness began to blur.

In his daze, he heard Feng Jun say, "Whatever, you can handle it as you see fit; he’s just an ant..."

Just an ant! Fang Wenping thought hazily, I’ve dealt with so many people using this excuse, and now it turns on my own family, could there really be such a thing as the heavenly cycle of karma...

The next day, Feng Jun and Kong Ziyi flew to White Pebble Beach because her illness was basically under control, and they no longer rushed, instead playing along the way, which took about a month.

When they arrived at White Pebble Beach, there were ten high-yield oil wells, ten million cubic meters of oil storage, and many smaller oil reservoirs.

Because the inventory was full, the workers currently hired at White Pebble Beach were taking a break, though the daily patrols were not neglected.

Upon reaching this place, it essentially marked his home ground, and so two traveling mansions were released at once, and Du Wentian, Gao Tao, and Master Wu arrived that day.

In a place like this, Feng Jun felt at ease. After drinking that evening, he greeted Kong Ziyi, "I’m going out to set up a Spirit Gathering Array, come out with me."

Du Wentian and the others were sharp-eyed and quickly stated, the houses here are built; we can stay outside. You two can talk inside Mountain Master Feng’s mansion.

They withdrew, and Feng Jun took out the Qi-concealing Formation Plate and activated it directly in the courtyard of the mansion.

Unexpectedly, Kong Ziyi, who was indeed knowledgeable, exclaimed upon seeing the formation plate, "Qi... Qi-concealing Formation?"

Feng Jun touched his forehead, "Perhaps it’s just a different name; I call it an Aura Concealment Array."

Kong Ziyi seemed a bit silly yet smart, her eyes shifted, "Did you retrieve this from your sect’s relics?"

"Not exactly," Feng Jun replied vaguely—this was borrowed by the Big Boss for the time being, "Have you seen this thing before?"

"It’s used to compress aura and is much more advanced than a Hidden Formation," Kong Ziyi spoke frankly, "In my master’s records, I’ve seen similar references, but wasn’t entirely sure... it’s not something even our sect has."

Standing in the Aura Concealment Array, Feng Jun took out two light grey boxes and handed them to Kong Ziyi, "I made a trip to the Bewildering Soul Forest and acquired some sect relics... I can’t let you come back from your trip empty-handed, so here’s a small token."

Kong Ziyi had a great time in the Bewildering Soul Forest; it was an experience she had never had, yet she felt a bit uncomfortable with Feng Jun not revealing what he gained—are you still hiding something from me?

Now that Feng Jun handed her two boxes, she felt a bit guilty, then looked around—what kind of items are worth triggering the Aura Concealment Array?

So she didn’t even think about refusing, extending her hand to directly open a box and instantly felt an overwhelming wave of spiritual energy.

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