Feng Jun didn’t stay in Luohua for long and returned to the mobile phone dinsion.
However, after experiencing such turmoil in the Earth Realm, he finally faced the issue of "Ten Thousand Spirit Stones."
So he spoke calmly and assuredly—his composure and heartbeat were elsewhere in another dinsion, and he laughed, saying, "Calculating your roots with ten thousand Spirit Stones... I think it’s a huge loss."
This was just probing; he felt the Big Boss wouldn’t mind this little wealth—the price doesn’t match your status.
The Big Boss nonchalantly humd, as aloof as always, "Of course, this amount of Spirit Stones isn’t enough for calculation fees."
However, the next mont, Feng Jun’s expression changed, "Leave now, Xiao Bai will die if he stays."
In the second ring of his calculations, there was a ti function, which ans foresight—such as predicting the stock market.
Latterly advancing to the third ring, it was a spatial function, but this didn’t stop him from further developing the ti function—in fact, using it to deduce cultivation techniques for so many disciples of Crimson Phoenix and Taiqing was also a kind of ti foresight.
So he just deduced Xiao Bai, directly stacking ti onto it, and found that if Xiao Bai continues to stay here, there is an eighty-eight point nine percent chance of death.
The Big Boss suddenly lost his aloofness, and after a long silence, he eventually asked, "How can we ambush then?"
"The ambush is useless," Feng Jun sighed lightly, "Let’s retreat."
Without Xiao Bai, the two’s ambush would be a joke, the Big Boss remains with his realm, while Feng Jun only has his skills of underhanded tricks to rely on. Despite his unwillingness, there’s no other choice.
However, the Big Boss suggested, "Why don’t you deduce all your attack thods?"
"It’s useless," Feng Jun shook his head, "If we stay here, Xiao Bai will die... By the way, can Xiao Bai’s lingering aura cause him so accidents?"
The Big Boss confird, "Creating a sense of unease, sure, but interfering with his thoughts... that’s difficult, especially since he will notice any tricks left on him."
No Golden Core cultivator is a fool, so it wouldn’t easily risk leaving traces on him, otherwise once anomalies are detected, he would surely cleanse himself of any lingering aura—regardless if he could find the dark marks or not.
Feng Jun understood its logic, but he couldn’t help but ask, "If we don’t stop him when he returns to the sect, the aura won’t remain, might as well use it... Even if your thods are superb, doesn’t the Yinsha Sect possess detection treasures?"
"Huh," the Big Boss was sowhat puzzled, "Detection treasures specifically for such purposes, does your sect have that?"
"Of course," Feng Jun replied firmly, "Especially cultivators returning from cross-dinsions must undergo checks to prevent bringing calamity to the sect, isn’t your sect the sa?"
"Hmm, I’ve heard about that, usually after an encounter with a Heavenly Demon," the Big Boss was indeed knowledgeable, "Your sect has so many rules, but what if Master Hanpo returns without inspection... revealing the mark now feels regrettable."
After so thought, Feng Jun asked, "Could you send him a warning signal, about great dangers in Hidden Ridge Market?"
The Big Boss was silent for a mont and sighed, "That’s all we can do."
The next day, Master Hanpo flew tirelessly until noon. Seeing he was only ten thousand miles away from Hidden Ridge Market, a dangerous premonition suddenly appeared in his heart: continue forward, sothing ominous seems to be waiting for him.
He stopped imdiately and hurriedly contacted Jiusha Executor, who upon hearing he had warning signs, sighed and told him to hold a communication token, saying a disciple from Hidden Ridge will contact him.
Soon after, a disciple of the early Outing stage contacted him, saying they had co with three superiors and so ten cultivators of Qi Refinent Realm. The market showed no abnormalities, but... there was a slight spatial ripple by the transmission array.
This ripple was caused by Feng Jun. Upon arriving at the market, he hid by the transmission array, releasing so disturbances before quietly leaving, with the intent of preventing Master Hanpo from entering the transmission array.
At any market, the area around a transmission array is most vigilant for spatial disturbances. After the alarm was triggered, Feng Jun quietly left, leaving the guards by the transmission array in chaos.
Upon hearing this, Master Hanpo’s face darkened, "It must be Feng Jun. I can’t go to Hidden Ridge anymore, I’ll choose another location... Don’t wait for , just return."
He was truly scared out of his wits, quickly changing direction and fleeing swiftly.
At this mont, Feng Jun was already twenty thousand miles away from Hidden Ridge Market; the Big Boss didn’t suggest he linger there.
Upon noticing Master Hanpo changing direction, the Big Boss couldn’t help but comnt, "This guy’s courage is truly smaller than I’d expected."
However, it secretly manipulated the mark, weakening the aura left on the opponent. It suspected that another incident like this would completely erase the mark.
Subsequently, Master Hanpo’s behavior beca increasingly odd. He piloted the flying boat aimlessly, still inching closer to the Yinsha Sect, but his flight path was extraordinarily bizarre, and he seed indefatigable, never stopping.
Feng Jun and the Big Boss watched indifferently, anwhile letting the white fox recover promptly.
Until the fourth day, he suddenly entered a market called Ginkgo, stepped into the transmission array, and swiftly left as if escaping.
When Feng Jun and the big boss realized sothing was amiss, it was too late to pursue. Master Hanpo had already teleported twice over forty thousand miles, then teleported another three hundred thousand miles and appeared at Ginkgo Square Market.
After analyzing the data, Feng Jun and the big boss understood that there were two Transfer Matrix Plates, plus a temporary Transmission Array—Yinsha Sect definitely had soone co out to assist.
"Yinsha Sect really spares no effort," Feng Jun sighed with emotion, "Just like that, they took the person back."
The big boss gritted his teeth, "Should we go check it out, who dares to help our enemy without knowing their own fate?"
"Then let’s go take a look," Feng Jun calmly said, "Maybe we can catch a few disciples of the Yinsha Sect."
"Is that really the case?" The big boss hesitatingly spoke up, "I was just casually saying, what if there’s an ambush?"
"Probably not," Feng Jun chuckled inwardly. Although the big boss was strong in the past, he truly knew how to lay low, so Feng Jun joked intentionally, "Since Hanpo left, if it were a real ambush, soone with Hanpo’s combat strength would have stayed behind, right?"
"That’s hard to say," the big boss did not agree, "There’s no such thing as too much deception in warfare. Maybe they’re hoping you think that way."
Feng Jun straightened his expression and seriously said, "Alright, I wasn’t joking. I never said we were investigating ourselves."
He had plenty of resources to rely on, in fact, he had acquaintances in Ginkgo Square Market—one nad Wu Mingrui, a Combat Cultivator who had been to Mount Zhige twice and was at the Fourth Layer of Qi Refinent.
Feng Jun suppressed his cultivation to the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinent and altered his appearance. After asking around four or five people in the market, he finally found Wu Mingrui’s ho in the suburb of Ginkgo Marketplace, which was an old and dilapidated area.
Most Combat Cultivators co from humble backgrounds, so Feng Jun wasn’t surprised. However, the entrance of Wu Mingrui’s house had been newly renovated, and the gate and stone lions at the entrance had also been replaced.
Finally, he didn’t let the brothers following for profit down! Feng Jun nodded slightly and moved forward to knock on the door.
"Friend," a voice leisurely sounded from behind him, "Who are you looking for?"
Feng Jun didn’t need to turn around to know there were two high-tier Qi Refinent cultivators following him. He had noticed their tailing but didn’t bother since they weren’t exuding killing intent—it was a wide street after all, he could walk, why couldn’t others?
But now, he realized: these two were getting a bit too close.
Previously, he didn’t react because he considered himself superior, thinking two re high-tier Qi Refinent cultivators couldn’t cause him any harm—even if they had the ans to harm him, he could evade the threat upon sensing the killing intent.
But now upon reflection, it clearly wasn’t that simple. If he really was only at a high-tier Qi Refinent level, these two at such a distance could cause him significant harm.
This was a dangerously close distance.
He slowly turned around and looked at the two with a calm gaze. Not knowing whether they were friend or foe, he straightforwardly said, "Here to see Wu Mingrui."
The two exchanged a glance and showed a hint of delight on their faces, then moved to flank him from both sides. One of them chuckled and said, "Brother, what do you need him for?"
They were foes, not friends! Feng Jun already sensed it and replied emotionlessly, "None of your business, are you his son?"
"Hehe," the person chuckled again, "It’s not too late to kneel and apologize now, I won’t kill you."
"Can you really kill ?" Feng Jun snorted dismissively, "Since you know Wu Mingrui, do you know the Combat Cultivators Alliance?"
The ntion of "Combat Cultivators Alliance" caused an obvious hesitation from the other side, but they eventually sneered, "Stop trying to intimidate us with that. Weren’t you looking for Wu Mingrui? Co with us."
Feng Jun’s expression grew increasingly displeased, "What happened to Wu Mingrui?"
"Nothing," the person casually replied, "An elder invited him for tea, why don’t you join?
Feng Jun gave them a sidelong glance, raised his hand to knock on the door. The two high-tier Qi Refinent cultivators exchanged glances but didn’t stop him, only watching with mocking smiles.
After knocking for a while, with no one coming to open the door, Feng Jun pondered for a mont and then turned to leave.
The two blocked his path again, "We kindly invited you, don’t force us to get rough."
Feng Jun blinked in confusion and asked, "In Ginkgo Square Market, can you actually brawl?"
"Others can’t," one of them chuckled, pulled out a badge and flashed it, speaking arrogantly, "I’m the managent... understand?"
The big boss’s voice transmitted over, "No Golden Core found nearby."
Feng Jun raised his chin, "Lead the way!"
His manner was sowhat arrogant, but the others weren’t surprised—Combat Cultivators were known for being brash and stubborn.
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