Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1319: Crimson Phoenix Rongxun Appears

Chapter 1319: Chapter 1319: Crimson Phoenix Rongxun Appears

Feng Jun didn’t respond to Lu Wanfeng’s comment but looked leisurely towards Sun Wufeng, "Does Sect Leader Sun intend to force an invitation?"

Sun Wufeng replied with a smile, "We sincerely invite you; your deduction abilities are very important to our Taiqing Sect."

After a short pause, he added, "Although you are named a Guest Elder, you can actually enjoy the generous treatment of a Patron. It is just that our Taiqing Sect has no precedent for an Intermediate Level Patron, so I am not at liberty to break the rules."

Feng Jun looked at him for a moment, then took out a token, speaking with deep emotion.

"This Talented Scholars Plaque of Tianxin Platform was given to me by Master Busheng in person. At the time, he also invited me to be a Guest Elder on Tianxin Platform. I said it was inconvenient, so he gave me this plaque, saying I could go anytime within thirty years. His demeanor was truly admirable."

"Haha, Tianxin Platform," Lu Wanfeng laughed indifferently, "how could it compare with our Taiqing Sect?"

Kong Ziyi’s face turned red with anger, and she couldn’t help but speak up, "Senior Brother Lu, it is now Senior Brother Sect Leader who is speaking!"

Lu Wanfeng, however, replied nonchalantly, "Some things are inconvenient for Sect Leader Sun to say, so naturally, we juniors have to assist."

Kong Ziyi was truly furious, glaring at him, she spoke emphatically, "Even if it’s to assist, there’s still Senior Brother Li and Brother Xie of Kongxing Peak. It’s not our Zixia Peak’s turn, is it?"

"You have the nerve to criticize me, didn’t you also interrupt?" Lu Wanfeng glared back fiercely, "Besides, what is your position to speak to a senior brother like this?"

"I carry the master’s token," Kong Ziyi responded seriously, "Even the Master does not forcibly invite Fellow Daoist Feng, what makes you capable?"

"I think not necessarily," Lu Wanfeng became increasingly excessive, "The Master values the development of Taiqing the most. What you say may not be the Master’s intention... rather it seems like abusing power for personal gain."

Kong Ziyi laughed in anger, "I’m just wondering, between the two of us, who really carries the Master’s token?"

Lu Wanfeng snorted disdainfully, "I understand the Master better than you do! Don’t try any tricks in front of me."

This didn’t count as infighting among fellow disciples, but having such a fierce argument did provide onlookers some entertainment.

However, Sun Wufeng did not look down on Lu Wanfeng because of this. In his heart, he was actually a bit relieved; if not for coincidentally meeting Lu Wanfeng on the way, dealing with Kong Ziyi, who was firmly defending Feng Jun, he would have had a headache figuring out how to handle it.

Now the two were fiercely arguing, with Lu Wanfeng insisting that the Master couldn’t possibly give such reckless orders. Such words could only be said by a disciple of Master Sumiao; if anyone else dared to say so, it would be fortunate if Master Sumiao didn’t pursue the matter.

Kong Ziyi was furious enough to jump up, threatening to definitely report to the Master, but Lu Wanfeng clung to his stance supported by external power, and she couldn’t be disrespectful to her senior brother with the token in her hand.

While they were entangled, Sun Wufeng again turned to Feng Jun, smilingly asking, "Fellow Daoist Feng mentioned it was inconvenient back then; what kind of inconvenience was it? Perhaps our Taiqing has ways to solve it."

Feng Jun shook his head, speaking with a blank expression, "Since it’s inconvenient, naturally, it’s inconvenient to even talk about."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wufeng’s smile slowly faded as he spoke solemnly, "Fellow Daoist Feng, I genuinely wish to invite you with courtesy. As the Sect Leader of Tianyao Peak, I assure you I haven’t lacked any respect."

This was the first time he referred to himself as the Sect Leader of Tianyao Peak, which was not only a way to exert authority but also a prelude to turning hostile—our Tianyao Peak’s senior brother treating you this way is giving you face, and you should be aware of that.

Feng Jun smiled indifferently, "Indeed, the courtesy wasn’t lacking, but the tone was a bit arrogant. However, for the sake of Fellow Daoist Zi Yi, I won’t mind, as a major sect disciple."

Sun Wufeng didn’t mind his sarcasm, as if he didn’t hear it—Taiqing disciples were supposed to be noble in the first place.

He slowly spoke, "I have shown courtesy, yet you are not willing to accommodate. Considering your importance to Taiqing, I believe allowing you to wander the Mortal World is irresponsible to Taiqing; should anything happen, it would bring irreparable loss to us..."

Feng Jun laughed upon hearing this, "I, a Loose Cultivator who grew up without your Taiqing’s support, didn’t eat even a grain of Spirit Rice from Taiqing. Even if you want to detain me privately, can’t you find a more suitable reason? Don’t be so ridiculous."

Sun Wufeng corrected him matter-of-factly, "You’re mistaken, fellow Daoist, it’s not detention, it’s protection. You’ll understand when you go to Taiqing."

Feng Jun also asked matter-of-factly, "What if I refuse to go?"

Sun Wufeng cupped his hands politely and replied, "Then don’t blame me for being offensive... Fellow Daoist would do well to consider; if you willingly go to Taiqing, none of the benefits would be lacking."

He genuinely didn’t want to forcibly invite Feng Jun, and Li Zhishen was only here as a precaution.

If someone was forcibly brought over, it might feel satisfying, but when asking Feng Jun for deductions later—should the results be trusted?

Of course, Feng Jun straightforwardly refused, leaving no room for compromise, which made him somewhat annoyed.

"Alas," Feng Jun sighed, raising a hand to indicate his people to retreat, "It seems I must demonstrate my ability to protect myself?"

"That’s right, I believe the same," Li Zhishen spoke up without standing, continuing to sit there with his back straight. A sharp aura emanated from his body, contained but not released.

Feng Jun’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, "Sword cultivator?"

"I’ll suppress my cultivation level to the fourth level of the Mortal World," Li Zhishen declared arrogantly, "If you can defeat me, I will turn around and leave."

"Even if you leave, there are still three others," Feng Jun shook his head helplessly, "And for a sword cultivator... it’s difficult for me to hold back."

Li Zhishen was furious upon hearing this, a fierce sharpness surrounding him, locking onto Feng Jun tightly, "What, you want to hold back against me?"

"Senior Brother Li, stop joking," Kong Ziyi finally noticed the tension here and spoke coldly, "Besides the token, my master left me an attack talisman treasure to uphold its dignity. Senior Brother Li, do you believe it?"

Upon hearing this, Li Zhishen’s face changed dramatically, "You actually have a Golden Core Talisman?"

"Junior Sister Kong, stop causing trouble," Sun Wufeng had to intervene to stop her. The Elder’s token was already intimidating enough, not to mention the protector talisman. In this situation, only he could barely suppress her.

"Am I causing trouble?" Kong Ziyi asked with a stern face, "What did my friend do wrong? He helped the disciples of Taiqing quite a lot, and now because of his powerful deduction abilities, should he be forcibly taken away by you all?"

"Not taken away, but protected," Sun Wufeng felt grateful that he had always tried to reason with others, so he argued confidently, "He is alone outside, even with you, it’s too easy for accidents to happen. He needs Taiqing’s protection."

At that moment, a cold laugh came from outside, "Protection? A few little brats dare to speak of protection? You should thank Mountain Master Feng... he protected you!"

"Who’s making such noise!" Several masters of Taiqing didn’t rush out immediately but first set up a Three Talents Formation before asking.

This is the discipline of major sect disciples; they don’t panic in the face of events, first focusing on what needs to be done, avoiding distraction, quickly setting up defenses, and only then pursuing the matter.

Even if the other party escapes, it doesn’t matter. As long as the nature of the offense is severe enough, they can completely seek help from the sect’s elders.

With an ear-piercing laugh, a white-haired old man suddenly appeared in the sky. He stood in the air outside, arms crossed, leisurely looking down at the people inside.

Li Zhishen, proud as he was, seeing the other party dare to show up, released his flying sword without thinking, "You old thief..."

"Hold on!" It was Xie Qingyun who shouted, furrowing his brow and cupping his fists to ask, "Could it be Elder Qu?"

"You have a bit of discernment," the old man coldly smiled at them, "Intruding onto another’s land, and dare to threaten the host. If I didn’t want to trouble Mountain Master Feng, I would have just killed a few small fry."

Although Li Zhishen stopped his flying sword in time, he was still furious upon hearing this, "Old man, your mouth is foul."

"That’s just my way," the old man sneered at him, eyes full of excitement, "If you’re not happy with it... how about a life-and-death battle?"

Seeing the other party was only at the ninth level of the Mortal World, Li Zhishen was about to agree when suddenly Sun Wufeng spoke up, "Junior Brother Li, hold on, Brother Xie, who is this person?"

Xie Qingyun didn’t immediately answer but looked at Kong Ziyi standing a short distance away—she was better suited to introduce this person.

But how could Kong Ziyi know that there were people from the Crimson Pheonix Sect nearby? It was originally Feng Jun who had contact with Qu Jianlei.

So she shook her head without a word, not saying she didn’t recognize—why shake her head? Let them guess.

Xie Qingyun cleared his throat, "This is Elder Qu from the Crimson Pheonix Sect, who reached the peak of the Mortal World a century ago."

Generally speaking, the Rongxun Hall of each major sect prefers not to be mentioned, as it’s a force for safeguarding the sect’s orthodoxy, naturally the more mysterious, the better. Xie Qingyun wasn’t inclined to directly reveal the other’s identity.

But even this hint was enough. Sun Wufeng quickly matched his thoughts to someone and then cupped his fists, speaking without expression, "So it’s the esteemed Elder Qu Jianlei from the Crimson Pheonix Sect."

Both were at the ninth level of the Mortal World, but Qu Jianlei became famous much earlier, so Sect Leader Sun didn’t dare call him a "fellow Taoist," only "elder."

However, in the next moment, he asked with a grim face, "Elder Qu, has our Taiqing Sect wronged you in any way?"

"Isn’t that obvious?" Qu Jianlei’s eyes widened, "You’re blocking the courtyard of our Crimson Pheonix Sect’s guest, trying to forcibly kidnap someone... the old man is responsible for the security of the guests, if this isn’t considered offending me, then what is?"

Sun Wufeng was first stunned, and then his face suddenly changed. He realized an extremely serious issue, "Protecting Friend Feng... did you come as a representative of an individual, or on behalf of the Rongxun Hall?"

He was so flustered that he even blurted out the words "Rongxun Hall."

The Rongxun Hall of the Crimson Pheonix Sect is solely responsible for protecting the Crimson Pheonix orthodoxy!