Chapter 1087: Chapter 1087: Thunder’s Chaotic Entry
President Jiang’s people have returned, and Huang Fu Wuxia was awaiting a rebuke from Tiantong, but instead, he first encountered the Thunder Cultivators from the plains of thunder.
After receiving the news that Feng Jun had obtained lithium batteries, the Thunder Cultivators specially hurried over for a trade.
The one who arrived was a cultivator at the Out-of-Dust Realm—which was almost inevitable. Over two thousand sets of lithium batteries, by agreent, were valued at more than ten thousand Spirit Stones, and any transaction exceeding ten thousand Spirit Stones definitely required personal escort, even in the Mortal Realm.
In fact, many Qi Refining Realm cultivators walk in the Mortal World without carrying even a single Spirit Stone, with at most a few fragnted Spirit Stones on them.
The batteries brought by Feng Jun, in addition to the two thousand sets from Kevin Company, included several other assorted sets, which Zhang Caixin had sporadically purchased, so of which didn’t quite et the standards.
However, the visitor from the plains of thunder didn’t care, settling the deal for five Spirit Stones per set of batteries, treating them all equally.
In his view, those two thousand sets were finished products, and the extra few sets were perfect for dismantling and research—Luo Lieyang from the plains of thunder had already set his ambition to develop a more powerful new battery.
Feng Jun gave him ten Boiler Cal Motorcycles, intended to be used as a set, plus wires, cables, switches, light bulbs, and other items.
This person only took five Boiler Cal Motorcycles, stating that their own power generator would soon be coming off the production line, and having five for ergency use was sufficient.
After taking these items, he didn’t leave right away but chose about a dozen battery sets to test.
This was, of course, allowed by the rules, as lithium batteries can be recharged after being discharged.
The visitor arrived with two Qi Refining Disciples to conduct the tests. Feng Jun watched with a hint of emotion, as whichever realm he could enter, the higher-ups would always have Qi Refining Disciples at their side, except him… lonely as a solitary shadow.
The Thunder Cultivators tested for five days and their assessnt of the lithium batteries wasn’t very high—which was normal. Those who had seen Yunlei Stones, how could they value lithium batteries? Still, they didn’t have high demands for a “cheap and good” temporary alternative.
What pleased the Thunder Cultivators the most were the two thousand sets of batteries. The extra few dozen sets were sowhat unsatisfactory—which was certain because lithium battery production actually included managent sches for the batteries, like requirents for rapid charging ti and the like.
Feng Jun had considered that at the beginning of their use, they would use the Boiler Cal Motorcycle or diesel generators, since these power supply capabilities couldn’t provide a high current and wouldn’t et the requirents for high-speed charging, which is why he proposed a battery customization plan to Kevin Company.
Yet the Thunder Cultivators didn’t complain, saying that these were defective products; they were the ones intending to develop and improve lithium batteries, after all.
The existence of these few dozen sets of batteries would better help them expand their horizon and broaden their thinking.
So, they actually thought that Feng Jun had specifically arranged for these few dozen sets of batteries to be made. The higher-up Thunder Cultivator kept thanking him profusely.
Feng Jun couldn’t explain this misunderstanding and could only accept it with a smile.
The people from the plains of thunder were finally satisfied, and just as they were about to pack up and hit the road, the people from the Yinsha Sect arrived.
Among those who ca were the senior practitioner Bai Li and You Longzi.
When Bai Li showed up, his face still bore so bruises—that was the work of You Longzi’s beating.
Bai Li genuinely did not want to co, but he had no choice; the sect had given a strict order with the onset of midsumr approaching. This matter had to be resolved promptly—after all, one cannot have our disciples using Spirit Stones to buy those mundane items, right?
He did have a senior brother above him, but the senior brother kicked the responsibility over to him—this is your doing, you handle it.
Bai Li received this task full of complaints, while also bringing along You Longzi, who should “no longer interfere with this matter.”
You Longzi feared Bai Li’s senior brother but not Bai Li himself. He couldn’t voice his opinion in the sect, but once outside, things were different.
On the way to Mount Zhige, You Longzi kept “satisfying feuds” with him. After all, they were from the sa sect; it’s all good as long as they don’t intend to harm each other’s lives, a little beating is nothing.
He was beating the man all along the way. At first, Bai Li held onto his senior brother’s dignity, constantly scolding the other person—as he had told the disciples from the Crimson Phoenix Sect, he had started practicing before You Longzi, and even if his Cultivation Level was marginally lower now, he could still call himself the senior brother.
But later on, he kept calling the other person senior brother; however, this did not help alleviate his physical pain.
When he finally caught sight of Mount Zhige, he almost burst into tears: At last… we have arrived.
He had never felt Mount Zhige to be so endearingly familiar.
Once they reached the territory, the two concealed their outward behavior on the road—after all, the face of the Yinsha Sect had to be maintained.
On seeing the scene at the entrance of Mount Zhige, Bai Li frowned and spoke with distaste, “A cultivator from the plains of thunder?”
The Thunder Cultivator from the plains, also a practitioner of the fourth layer Out-of-Dust Realm, raised his eyebrows in reaction to the comnt, “What tone is that? What’s wrong with Thunder Cultivators from the plains of thunder? Did we eat your Spirit Rice or sothing?”
Most Thunder Cultivators are not very good-tempered, and this is related to the nature of thunder. If a Thunder Cultivator is indecisive everywhere, the thunder might strike themselves before being unleashed—patient Thunder Cultivators like Luo Lieyang are indeed rare.
Indeed, Thunder Cultivators are not nurous, but when facing the Yinsha Sect, they have never flinched—the key point being, flinching is pointless against those destined to be natural enemies.
This Thunder Cultivator didn’t even care that they were up against two Tiantong cultivators, while there was only one on his side, still he asked so arrogantly.
Huang Fu Tiantong, who simply had a sharp tongue, uttered a casual remark, glanced obliquely and realized that “You Longzi” showed no sign of involvent, could only offer a dry cough, “What did you go to Mount Zhige for?”
The Thunder Cultivator glanced at him, speaking coldly, “None of your damn business!”
Upon hearing this, Huang Fu Tiantong was imdiately enraged, he was rely reflecting the typical disdain a Yinsha Tiantong cultivator had for Thunder Cultivators, but the audacity of the response was sothing he could not tolerate—after all, they had a two-to-one advantage, and You Longzi was already of the Wutai stage.
His relations with You Longzi were sowhat murky, but he firmly believed that should he fall into a predicant, You Longzi wouldn’t stand by idly—a sect’s brothers, if you behave this way, then I’m truly resigned to my fate.
Most importantly, if word got out, the Yinsha Sect would absolutely not tolerate You Longzi’s inaction, and would certainly initiate punishnt.
So he sneered, “What was it you said just now, got the guts to repeat it?”
Just then, a voice sounded lazily, “Huang Fu Tiantong, this is a guest of Mount Zhige, you left not too long ago, and here you are back again, constantly flaunting your might at my doorstep, who are you trying to impress?”
A sly smile curled up at the corners of You Longzi’s mouth, hidden very deeply—Mountain Master Feng had shown himself.
His first impression of Feng Jun… even his second was not very favorable, but later, for the sake of a promise, Feng Jun even boldly interrupted negotiations with the Yinsha Sect, which made him feel quite favorable towards him.
However, generally speaking, Feng Jun’s actions in the Mortal Realm wouldn’t be considered any moral benchmark—most people can adhere to their principles, it’s just facing a Big Boss like the Yinsha Sect while sticking to one’s guns would indeed require paying a certain price.
When Huang Fu Tiantong saw Feng Jun, a complex mix of feelings surged in his heart. He sneered, “Mountain Master Feng, you seem to be overstepping a bit, don’t you? This isn’t within your sect’s gates.”
What surprised him was that Feng Jun didn’t retort, “That’s why I just ntioned it, giving you a heads-up, don’t loiter around my sect’s entrance too much, it’s making dizzy.”
Huang Fu Tiantong’s eyes flickered, “Then, if we were to fight this Thunder Cultivator, Mountain Master Feng, you would stay neutral?”
“Cough cough,” Feng Jun coughed twice, and spoke earnestly, “He is my client, but you’re not, and this is happening right at my doorstep… So here’s the deal, if it’s not a fight where you outnumber him, I won’t intervene, but otherwise… I’m a person with a sense of justice, after all.”
Huang Fu Tiantong was at a loss for words—this is your sense of justice?
It is uncontested that the Crimson Pheonix Sect is a natural adversary of the Yinsha Sect, and when they do battle, victory or defeat is mutual, determined by who has the higher Cultivation Level and more profound mystic arts.
But what about Thunder Cultivators? They are the natural bane of the Yinsha Sect, and in a fair fight, the Yinsha Sect’s chances of losing are eighty percent.
And Huang Fu Tiantong wasn’t known for his Combat Strength; with comparable Cultivation Levels, his chances of losing were over ninety percent… and possibly even more.
Just then, You Longzi let out a light cough, “Alright, it’s just a verbal dispute. Mountain Master Feng, this junior brother of mine is simple-minded and speaks without thinking… don’t take him too seriously, he ca here to discuss matters with you.”
There’s no need for a heavy hamr to sound a drum; a wise man will understand with a hint. Upon hearing this, both the Thunder Cultivator and Feng Jun instantly got the ssage—so this full-grown man claims innocence? And he’s responsible for negotiations?
It seems there’s so intrigue between these sect brothers.
Huang Fu Tiantong was no fool either, knowing his senior brother was still upset, cleared his throat, “Hmm, actually, I’m here to discuss matters with Mountain Master Feng… Hey, you Thunder Cultivator, what are you still standing around here for?”
The Thunder Cultivator’s mouth twitched, eyes glared, and he spoke coldly, “I’m just here to watch the fun, what… you got a problem with that?”
While he said he was here to watch, both Yinsha Tiantong cultivators knew… this was Thunder Cultivator’s way of repaying the favor, showing support for Mount Zhige.
Huang Fu glanced at You Longzi, and realizing his senior brother was just looking on coldly, bravely stepped forward, “Mountain Master Feng, it’s about the previous issue… a real person in the sect takes it very seriously, and I’ve co specially to discuss it with you.”
“If it’s about discussing matters, I need to talk to You Longzi first,” Feng Jun ignored his expression completely, gesturing to You Longzi, “Please, inside.”
Huang Fu Tiantong’s face darkened beyond comparison, he had stayed back and forth at Mount Zhige for no less than a month, stubbornly barred from passing the gates, and here ca You Longzi who could swagger in nonchalantly.
Both from the Yinsha Sect, why are you so outstanding?
However, his frustration was not yet over, the next mont, Feng Jun turned to the three Thunder Cultivators, “The three of you, please co inside, I’ve suddenly realized that our experint should be run a few more tis.”
So, under the watchful eye of Huang Fu Tiantong, one Tiantong cultivator alongside two Qi Refining Disciples, the three Thunder Cultivators entered the gates of Mount Zhige with their heads held high.
Huang Fu watched, grinding his teeth, but his gaze fell on the stone stele that read “Only Tiantong cultivators may enter uninvited”, and ultimately, he heaved a resigned sigh.
I’ll just focus on the bigger picture.
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