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Chapter 885 - Chapter 885 Chapter 885 Each Has a Choice

Chapter 885: Chapter 885 Each Has a Choice Chapter 885: Chapter 885 Each Has a Choice Young Master Dou’s death really caused quite a stir among the high echelons of Zhengyang.

After investigating for about ten days, Zhengyang finally displayed strong pushback.

They traced it back to Li Dafu’s CEO, Li Yongrui, and their attitude was quite unfriendly.

Li Yongrui had no direct connections with Young Master Dou, but since Young Master Dou was involved in the jewelry and jade industry, he was tied to Li Dafu.

Most crucially, in the Dou Family’s view, Li Yongrui was capable of orchestrating such a tragedy.

In the jewelry and jade industry, without some means of handling problems, one can’t succeed–illicit mining, fighting over supply sources with other companies, receiving stolen goods, smuggling jewelry overseas… Could decent people manage such things?

Take a simpler example, if it were a restaurant owner dealing with troublesome hooligans, the worst case would be to let them eat for free, but jewelry and jade merchants can’t just let them walk away with a gold necklace for free, can they?

Li Yongrui held a position in a state-owned enterprise; it seemed unlikely he had ties with the underworld, but could he really be so clean?

Once the Dou Family started investigating Li Yongrui, Zhengyang couldn’t sit still anymore; he was a benchmark in Funiu Province’s jewelry industry.

If you had solid evidence and wanted to convict Li Yongrui, we would accept it, but the problem is… you don’t.

People in Zhengyang retorted; the provincial authorities also had to consider the bigger picture, as this was not the Dou Family’s home turf.

The Dou Family was also somewhat confused. On the surface, they sent a few more people, but in reality, they were more restrained.

Three Life’s Winery’s leased factory was no longer suitable for production, so Ye Qingyi leased another plot of land.

Head Shen was completely ruined, busying himself daily to gather money, including that fifty thousand–he owed thirty thousand to Second Monk, although that demand wasn’t very justifiable. But in this day and age, where is there ever much justice?

Another issue was Feng Jun’s lawsuit over the car accident in Peach Blossom Valley; the other party had already sent someone to mediate, hoping he would withdraw the lawsuit.

Initially, the other party thought a private apology would suffice, but seeing Feng Jun’s firm stance, they finally proposed to apologize publicly on any media platform–any media.

They even approached the Feng Wen Hui couple in Chaoyang to see if they could help persuade him.

This capability impressed Feng Jun; it seemed that once subjective initiative was fully exerted, miracles could indeed happen.

The Feng Wen Hui couple were intelligent parents who wouldn’t easily cause trouble for their son; they merely passed on the message to let him know what was happening.

Of course, Feng Jun wouldn’t agree, his response was a counter-question: If you could foresee today, why didn’t you act accordingly back then?

Now you regret, but why did you relentlessly blacken my reputation initially? Did you think just because your family suffered a loss, I should yield to you?

This world owes no one anything. Initially, when you disparaged me, wasn’t it because you thought there’d be no repercussions?

Maybe the cost of evil is too low, then let me help raise the cost. Here’s hoping that those willing to help others won’t be disheartened by it, and that some might consider the consequences of indulging themselves when committing evil acts.

Human society is progress toward civilization, it shouldn’t regress or become a playground for evildoers.

During this period, Elder Sister Lou’s health improved significantly, and Feng Jun even received a pair of insoles knitted by her.

Gao Qiang finally broke through as a martial master, and Di Aixin… expressed his desire to go out and box.

This society often presents ironically amusing situations, and Di Aixin was a prime example.

Having stayed in the manor for over half a year, he knew how extraordinary Feng Jun was, but Mountain Master Feng had always looked down on him, refusing to teach him cultivation. He harbored resentment–If you look down on me, I can make it without you.

Such high-spirited attitude is typical of an adolescent, especially when he himself was so talented.

Gao Qiang had always cared about Di Aixin and didn’t want him to take the wrong path, but all he could do was teach him what he knew and hope he would wait a little longer for Feng Jun to speak.

But Di Aixin didn’t want to wait any longer; his family circumstances were not particularly good, below average, so his ambition to stand out was particularly strong. He now felt that he could go out and make his mark.

He bore no resentment toward Feng Jun; Mountain Master Feng was indeed a fine man and highly skilled; he just didn’t want to wait any longer.

This feeling was similar to a new college graduate entering a good company but finding too many skilled people ahead of him. To get ahead, he’d have to endure many years–it’s not that you’re not talented, but that many talented individuals are still ahead in line.

Thus, it’s wholly understandable for someone who can’t wait to consider switching jobs.

Di Aixin specially came to bid farewell to Feng Jun as he was leaving the manor, “Master, when I have achieved success and made a fortune, I’ll come back to visit you… Right now, I’m humble and penniless, it’s normal for you to look down on me.”

“Who taught you to talk like this?” Feng Jun was somewhat amused, his impression of the kid wasn’t particularly good or bad; he felt that the young man was a bit unrestrained and greedy for wealth, but that’s excusable for young folks, even God would forgive; who doesn’t like wealth when they’re strapped for cash?

So he merely stated, “You’re still young, there’s no need to rush. It’s better to have some experiences.”

That was reasonable, even in the world of mobile phones, the disciples of the Cultivator Families also talk about the need for experience.

But Di Aixin didn’t think that much; he was straightforward with the naivety of youth, “I can’t wait, everyone says you have to seize fame early. As for the matters in the manor, I won’t speak of them, you can rest assured.”

Watching his proud departure, Feng Jun didn’t know what to say at first, and after a long while, he sighed softly, murmuring under his breath, “Whether you speak of it or not… it doesn’t really matter.”

Apart from these matters, the most important was certainly the news from Feng Tianyang at Mount Taibai, who had discovered a suspected location of the Kunlun Sect Gate and hoped that Feng Jun would come to verify it.

The gates of Kunlun weren’t an absolute secret, relatively few people knew about it, but there were definitely some, yet those were staunch supporters of Kunlun, better not to mention them.

Most cultivators lurking on the outskirts of Kunlun didn’t know its gate, which emphasized its mystery.

That Feng Tianyang could discover this place must have involved some resources, as Mount Taibai and Kunlun weren’t on good terms–the regions weren’t too far apart and some conflicts were inevitable, so this news had come out.

After all, Feng Jun had already promised that if Mount Taibai could reveal the gate of Kunlun, he would gift a Spirit Gathering Array.

And Mount Taibai had longed for a Spirit Gathering Array for over a thousand years.

However, Feng Tianyang hadn’t yet confirmed the exact location of the gate; he only mentioned it wasn’t far from Xiqing Mountain, in the mountains near the suburbs of a county town, covering roughly ten square kilometers.

Feng Jun hesitated whether he should make the trip; it was already mid-autumn, and if he delayed further, he might not make it this year, as the severe cold of Xiqing Mountain had left a deep impression on him.

Once there, he would definitely need to conceal his movements, as there might be a significant stir. His mobile phone would not only be turned off but also stored in a Storage Bag, making it difficult to contact him if something happened in Luohua Manor.

Presently, Zhengyang wasn’t peaceful; the impacts of Young Master Dou’s death hadn’t fully dissipated, and selecting a new location for the Sansheng Liquor factory might also encounter problems.

Feng Jun pondered for a long time and planned to search for the Kunlun Sect Gate next spring.

In fact, he had already had a confrontation with Kunlun, came out without losses and even gained quite a bit of valuable loot, benefiting from the situation. To attack them again seemed somewhat… inappropriate.

He had Mount Taibai explore the Kunlun Sect Gate partly to put pressure on them; you can intrude into my Luohua Manor, so I can also storm into your Kunlun–if you don’t want an intrusion, how do you plan to respond?

Unexpectedly, Mount Taibai got the information, and Kunlun barely reacted–probably because Feng Tianyang was very cautious.

Feng Jun thought, maybe wait another winter, give Kunlun some more time to react.

Thus, he didn’t go to Xiqing Mountain but after nurturing the Mountain and River Seal, he went to Magu Mountain.

Feng Jun’s presence in Danxia Heaven didn’t require hiding his tracks as the hosts were his own people.

Guan Shanyue warmly entertained Feng Jun, the recent Golden Week had brought in good income to Magu Mountain, and sales of Sansheng Liquor were also favorable; most importantly, she had awaited this day for so long.

At the welcoming banquet, Director Guan even took the initiative to ask if some Taoist friends should be invited to witness the opening of Danxia Heaven Secret Land.

Feng Jun was curious, “I remember you’re quite fond of keeping a low profile, Director Guan.”

“Sooner or later, people will find out,” Guan Shanyue was rather optimistic, “Since that’s the case, why not be open about it? Especially since Master Feng you’re here, it can be considered as our Magu lineage having a… protector, no, a Supreme Protector.”

Feng Jun was amused by her words, “Enough of that, I’m not that old. Do whatever you think is appropriate.”

The two didn’t mention, those two ethereal beings in the secret realm, whether they could be handled–Feng Jun believed it wasn’t a problem for him, whereas Guan Shanyue thought since the person had already arrived, they must be confident, why ask such an offensive question?

That evening, Guan Shanyue notified her friends within the Daoist Sects; by the following afternoon, quite a few peers arrived.

Wudang Elder Guo and Maoshan Tang Wenji were definitely to be notified, besides them, there were friends from Siming Mountain and Autumn Taoist of Zhongnan Mountain, but what surprised Feng Jun was that someone from Mount Qingcheng also came.

The person from Qingcheng was a lean, middle-aged Taoist with the Cultivation Level of an Intermediate Level martial master.

Upon arrival, he proactively bowed to Feng Jun, “I’ve met Master Feng, my name is Zhang Dongyuan, Qingcheng has previously offended in many ways, please, Great Cultivator, forgive us. This time, I’ve brought a copy of ‘Taiping Preview’ as an apology.”

‘Taiping Preview’ originated from the Song dynasty, a famous encyclopedia divided into fifty-five parts, five hundred and fifty sections, totaling a thousand volumes, though most are now lost.

Feng Jun waved a dismissive hand, speaking indifferently, “Thanks, but I do not accept rewards without merits… I’m curious, who invited you here?”