Campus Cultivation Master
Chapter 487 - 0489: Fatty Tang Calls

Chapter 487: Chapter 0489: Fatty Tang Calls

Jin Yu’s father, with utmost respect, spoke to the person on the other end of the phone, "Young Master, the failure of this mission is entirely on me, and I am willing to accept whatever punishment you see fit."

A voice came from the other end of the phone, devoid of joy or anger, "The failure of this mission is not your fault; we underestimated our opponent. However, it’s more interesting this way. I like something with a bit of challenge. For example, those little maneuvers you do behind the scenes are very challenging to me."

Hearing the Young Master’s words, Jin Yu’s father shuddered uncontrollably, almost dropping the phone he was holding.

"Young Master, I know I was wrong, and in the future, I will..."

Before Jin Yu’s father could explain, the Young Master cut him off, "You don’t need to apologize to me nor make any promises. Although you’re not honest, I won’t do anything to you, at least not for now. Because you still have value to me, so I hope you continue to ensure you are of value—that way, I’ll be reluctant to deal with you."

Jin Yu’s father nodded, "Yes, Young Master. I will continue to make myself useful."

"That’s more like it," the Young Master said.

"Young Master, do we still need to continue targeting Chu Feng?" Jin Yu’s father asked.

"No need. I have to reassess my opponent. And this time, it’s enough of a welcome gift for him. I don’t want to push him into becoming a wild beast that bites everyone. It wouldn’t be of any benefit to me," the Young Master said.

Jin Yu’s father replied, "I understand, Young Master."

After hanging up the phone, Jin Yu’s father collapsed into his chair, feeling as though he had just been dragged out of the water.

He had thought everything he did was flawless, carried out without anyone noticing. But to his surprise, those above knew everything. He also hadn’t imagined that just one phone call could make him feel so restless and uncomfortable.

"Chu Feng, I kind of hope you don’t die because only if you exist do I have value. Only then will I have a chance to topple them," Jin Yu’s father thought to himself as he looked at the table in front of him.

Chu Feng, having rushed all the way home, finally breathed a sigh of relief seeing that everyone was safe.

"Xiao Feng, have you been fighting again?" Qin Mei asked with concern, looking at the bloodstains on Chu Feng’s neck.

Chu Feng smiled and said, "No, I hurt myself by accident; it wasn’t from a fight."

Chu Feng didn’t want everyone to worry, so he told a white lie.

"Be more careful in the future, and don’t resort to fighting at the drop of a hat," Qin Mei said, seeing that Chu Feng’s injury wasn’t serious.

"I will be more careful from now on. It’s so late; why haven’t all of you gone to bed?" Chu Feng asked.

"We were waiting for you to come back, so we could eat glutinous rice balls together. Today’s Lantern Festival, and we had no idea why you were coming back so late," Fan Xiaoxiao said with a yawn.

Chu Feng said, "Really, I’d completely forgotten. Are there any glutinous rice balls left? I haven’t had dinner tonight."

Qin Mei replied, "We still have a bag of glutinous rice balls we haven’t cooked. Let me make some for you, and you go take a quick shower."

Chu Feng smiled and said, "Yes, ma’am."

Chu Feng ran into the bathroom, and while showering, he also used his Spiritual Energy to dissolve the Inner Strength that had lingered in his wounds.

The person who had attempted to assassinate him was definitely a top-notch master, at least above the Xuan Level Mid-Stage, with Cultivation and strength not much different than his own.

Such a person’s emergence truly surprised Chu Feng.

A master at the Xuan Level Late Stage would hold a very high status whether in the Mortal World or among the noble families.

Yet, he willingly became an Assassin lurking in the shadows, tasked only with delivering a fatal blow, without even showing his face.

What kind of power could make a Xuan Level Late Stage master willing to pay such a price? Even Dragon Soul might find it difficult to have such ability.

"No matter who you are, since you’ve threatened me and the people around me, I can no longer be polite to you," a coldness settled in Chu Feng’s eyes, and his aura grew icy.

This chill made even the hot water poured over Chu Feng’s body feel like cold water.

"Huang Lan, help me check, within Huaxia or beyond. Is there any power that commands a Xuan Level Late Stage Assassin?" Chu Feng didn’t want to be a headless fly; at the very least, he needed to understand who exactly his enemy was.

On hearing Chu Feng’s words, Huang Lan’s expression was one of shock, her hand freezing on her luscious chest as she bathed, and she said, "You were targeted by a Xuan Level Late Stage Assassin?"

Chu Feng replied, "Yes. I want to know who has the capability to make a Xuan Level Late Stage Assassin willingly take up the job."

Huang Lan, with a serious tone, said, "Chu Feng, come to Yanjing as soon as possible. Once you’re here, I will tell you what you want to know. I can’t say it now."

Chu Feng pondered for a moment, then replied, "Alright, after the East River’s noble family gathering, I’ll head to Yanjing."

The East River’s noble family gathering was ultimately scheduled for March 11th, which was next Friday. With a week’s time, Chu Feng believed many things could happen, so at this critical juncture, he wouldn’t leave East River.

After taking a bath, Chu Feng came out to find that everyone was still awake, and his glutinous rice balls were already on the table.

Chu Feng cherished this warm feeling, so no matter the cost, he would do everything in his power to preserve this warmth and feeling.

Only after Chu Feng had eaten the glutinous rice balls did the four women go to bed.

As for Chu Feng, just as he was about to sleep, he unexpectedly received a call from Fatty Tang.

"Brother Tang, you finally decided to call me. You even had your phone switched off during the New Year. Aren’t you planning on ignoring your brother now that you’ve struck it rich?" Chu Feng teased on the phone.

Fatty Tang replied, "What riches could I have struck? And even if I did, it wouldn’t compare to the fortune you’ve made. Next to you, I’m just busy doing nothing."

Chu Feng said, "Brother Tang, you surely don’t ask favors lightly. Whatever you need help with, just say it. Your brother will certainly do everything possible to assist you."

Fatty Tang hesitated for a moment, then said, "Brother, I really do need your help. My company’s supply sources are facing a crisis again. Old Ma has run out of goods as well. I won’t lie to you, I spent the New Year in Myanmar negotiating supply issues. I have my eye on a mine, but I’m not certain if it has any resources, so I would like to trouble you to take a look. If you don’t want to go, just say it directly, and don’t worry about our relationship. That place has indeed become a bit chaotic and a bit dangerous."