Big Data Cultivation Chapter 580: 580

Chapter 580: 580

The naless pawn— The four words spoken by Zhuang Haoyun left the four Daoists in unison bafflent.

Although everyone from the Maoshan Sect was extrely dissatisfied with this man, they were well aware that such a figure was an explosive presence in society—his family was wealthy to the point of being considered tycoons, there were officials in his clan, and his grandfather was even a founding general.

Even if one were to talk about cultivation, there had been impressive figures among his ancestors.

They had never imagined Zhuang Haoyun would be so humble towards anyone.

The four Daoists scrutinized Yang Yuxin closely, their minds racing with speculation as to who this woman could possibly be.

Director Yang, however, had no intention of showing off. She silently stepped back two paces, “Master Feng, please proceed with your work first.”

“It’s alright, I’m almost finished,” Feng Jun stood up, put the Ancestral Tablet back in its place, and clasped his briefcase shut.

Then, he glanced at Zhuang Haoyun, “This Ancestral Tablet, you keep it temporarily.”

“Cough, cough,” Daoist Ma coughed heavily twice, “Fellow Daoist Feng, if you were keeping the Ancestral Tablet, we wouldn’t say anything, but letting Director Zhuang, an outsider, guard it… is that appropriate?”

Feng Jun shook his head slightly, “I am simply not convenient to keep it. As for the reasons… you’ll know in ti.”

Daoist Ma pondered for a mont, figuring the other party wasn’t making baseless claims.

However, in this world, there are many tis when, knowing sothing is unwise, one has no choice but to try, “Then, it is inevitable that we shall take the Ancestral Tablet from his possession… please understand, Daoist Feng.”

In the current state of Luohua Manor, there were only four of them, but as soon as they let the word out, they could gather hundreds of fellow disciples overnight. If that wasn’t enough, they could also call upon devotees and protectors to co.

If Maoshan wasn’t afraid of losing face, they could even gather support from fellow Daoists from places such as Wudang, Zhongnan, Wangwu, Qingcheng, etc.

“Of course, I could keep it as well,” Feng Jun wasn’t angry, but instead looked at him with a half-smile, “I just want to confirm… do you think it’s more appropriate for to keep it?”

To tell the truth, Daoist Ma felt that Feng Jun keeping the item would at least be more acceptable to him, and it seed that the other party had no intention of coveting the item for themselves.

Unconsciously, he had placed Feng Jun on a very high pedestal, and deep down, he even felt so anticipation.

But the tone and expression of the other party gave Daoist Ma an uneasy feeling—if he agreed to let this person keep the Ancestral Tablet, sothing might happen.

Anyway, at this mont, he didn’t need to consider forcibly taking it, so he turned his gaze to Yang Yuxin—she must have a significant background.

He gave a respectful bow towards her, “May I ask the distinguished lady’s na?”

Director Yang originally didn’t believe in these matters. It was only after her husband’s death, out of sorrow, that she had conducted so rituals, encompassing Daoist and Buddhist traditions, and even visited a church.

However, after eting Feng Jun, her mindset had greatly changed. Even though she did not believe that other Daoists possessed the sa spiritual power as Master Feng, she wouldn’t disrespect them out of self-importance.

So she nodded slightly to Daoist Ma and uttered three words, “Yang Yuxin.”

Daoist Ma was secretly pleased that they could communicate, so he asked again seriously, “May I know what is the relationship of Miss Yang with Daoist Feng?”

Yang Yuxin responded calmly, “In Daoist Ma’s eyes, he is Daoist Feng, in my eyes, he is Master Feng.”

This answer was on point, indicating her stance without revealing any substantial information.

For Daoist Ma, this attitude was enough, and then he bowed again, “Now I have a matter that I wish to trouble Miss Yang with; it is an opportunity to earn rit…”

He suddenly had the idea to ask Yang Yuxin to help guard the Ancestral Tablet temporarily—the item had already been found, Feng Jun wasn’t willing to keep it, and Maoshan’s people didn’t want Zhuang Haoyun to keep it, so after considering, Director Yang seed most suitable.

However, Director Yang’s reverence for Daoists was one thing, whether she was willing to help was another.

Although she understood that the other party was from Maoshan Sect—a prestigious sect, and that the plaque was a treasure of the sect, to her, even if it were Dragon Phoenix Mountain Zhang Tianshi himself, she would first consider Master Feng’s opinion.

So she looked at Feng Jun, puzzled.

“As you wish,” Feng Jun waved his hand dismissively. He truly didn’t care about it; the Maoshan Ancestral Tablet did have so significance, but that was all there was to it. Rather than dwell on sothing so trivial in a deaning fashion, it would be better to make an effort in the Mobile Phone realm.

Yang Yuxin blinked and voiced a question, “Is there sothing wrong with letting Maoshan’s people themselves guard this… Ancestral Tablet?”

Daoist Ma felt a bit disheartened; damn it, this was a treasure of the Maoshan Lineage, and here it was, being so undervalued—neither of them wanted to guard it?

But in fact, this was the norm. This is Earth in the era of degenerate teachings, not every sect’s treasure can be seen as precious by others—if your sect’s treasure was so powerful, your sect would have been more formidable already.

To Yang Yuxin’s question, Feng Jun just laughed, “They can guard it if they want, the main issue is that there’s a bit of a story to this thing. I have to have the Maoshan Heavenly Master co personally to take over its protection. If he runs away, it would be pointless… and I can’t let them stay in the manor.”

Upon hearing this, Daoist Ma imdiately spoke up, “I will guard it and guarantee not to run away. By the Three Pure Ones above, if I speak even half a lie…”

He truly didn’t want to flee. In fact, what interested him more was what Daoist Feng intended to discuss with the Heavenly Master?

He had an intuition, perhaps he was witnessing a piece of history, a legend.

Feng Jun waved his hand, interrupting him, “There’s no need for such oaths and vows… Maybe that’s truly what you think, but it’s the Maoshan Ancestral Tablet, not your family’s, Daoist Ma.”

He believed that such oaths were aningless—so why wait for the other party to finish speaking?

Daoist Ma was again left speechless, he had to admit that he had not thought things through and had been too wishful in his thinking.

At the sa ti, he was sowhat shocked by the other’s mature thought process. If it were soone in their forties or fifties, he wouldn’t find it strange, but this Daoist Feng looked so young—how did his brain grow?

Yang Yuxin snorted lightly, “Maoshan, huh? You can run from the monk… wrong, from the Taoist, but can you run from the temple?”

She said this with confidence, because any sect or school without the support of the Official Governnt was nothing—unless you’re planning to revolt imdiately.

Her words were actually ant to encourage Daoist Ma to take over, but Daoist Ma instead fell silent.

Seeing that he did not utter a word, Yang Yuxin asked again, “And what if this Maoshan Heavenly Master refuses to co… then what?”

Before Feng Jun could speak, Zhuang Haoyun hurried to answer, “We wait for him for ninety days; if he doesn’t show up, we’ll let the Taoists of Maoshan take back the Ancestral Tablet. Master Feng does not care for such trinkets.”

Yang Yuxin, still a bit curious, thought to herself why they had set such a number of days… It was neither eighty nor a hundred days?

However, she had already been quite outspoken earlier, and to pester further might incur the Master’s displeasure, so she agreed promptly, “Since the Daoist leaders from Maoshan trust , I’ll take good care of this item.”

Feng Jun glanced at her, “Xiao Hui’s body is still weak, keep her away from that thing; you are at the peak of your vitality now, there’s no need to be afraid.”

In fact, Gu Jiahui could handle the faint malevolent energy emanating from the Ancestral Tablet, but with such a fine Yimu Physique, yet to begin cultivation… why subject her to such a trial? It would be unfortunate if it affected her constitution.

My vitality… at its peak? Upon hearing this, Yang Yuxin couldn’t help but space out for a mont. Can that be? I’m on birth control…

The next mont, she felt a warm surge from her kidneys, sweeping through her, making her feel slightly weak.

Yet she controlled her emotions very well, rely nodding slightly, “Understood.”

With the matter resolved and the Ancestral Tablet having a guardian, the four Taoists from Maoshan were “escorted” out of Luohua Manor.

Seeing a BMW with its side dented, the stocky Taoist couldn’t help but curse, “Damn it, this is our temple property… How are we going to explain this ss?”

He often drove the car, so for him, it wasn’t just the sect’s property.

Daoist Ma had always disliked his hotheadedness, even though that twenty-sothing Disciple Zhu was also hot-blooded, he still acted by the book, unlike this irrational man.

So he replied coldly, “So if you drove into the temple gate, our car would be unscathed?”

The stocky Taoist beca indignant, “What do you an, Senior Brother Ma? Am I wrong for wanting to chase down the murderer?”

Can you not understand what people say? Daoist Ma was utterly speechless with this man, thinking to himself if it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t drive, he would never let such an oaf tag along.

Nowadays, there are plenty of Taoists who can drive, but still, they are not high in proportion.

However, it was Junior Sister Zeng who spoke up to calm down her agitated junior, “Disciple Jiang, let’s first check your ear… Make sure the eardrum isn’t damaged.”

Disciple Jiang, his face bloodied from Feng Jun’s shout, checking his eardrum was indeed necessary.

But he sneered, “This car might not even be able to move anymore.”

As it turned out, the car of German lineage was still tough, and despite its damaged exterior, it could still be driven.

Upon entering the car, Daoist Ma was busy trying to contact Tang Tianshi. The Heavenly Master didn’t answer his calls, so he typed a ssage on WeChat.

Driving the car, Disciple Jiang’s mouth twitched with a vicious smile, Today’s vengeance must be repaid, or I swear not to rest!

Leaving the performance of the Maoshan Sect aside for now, Gazi loaded Gu Jiahui’s four large suitcases onto the Q7, and everyone headed back to the villa.

No sooner had she alighted from the car than Yang Yuxin found Feng Jun and pointed to the briefcase in her hand, “Do I… need to watch it for ninety days?”

Wasn’t that your choice? Feng Jun wasn’t sure what to say, “Well… maybe you won’t have to.”

He felt that if the other Heavenly Master were not an idiot, he would co very soon.

And then he rembered sothing else, “Why are you back so soon, has Jia Hui caught up with her studies?”

“She finished her high school curriculum a long ti ago with self-study,” Yang Yuxin replied casually, then furrowed her brows, “However, her health recently… hasn’t been so good!”

(Three more chapters to co, calling for the guaranteed monthly tickets for August.)