Chapter 809: Chapter 809: The Fragrance of Wine Wafts Everywhere Chapter 809: Chapter 809: The Fragrance of Wine Wafts Everywhere Ji PingAn’s words were unpleasant, but Feng Jun thought, if it had been him speaking, they would have been even harsher.
The high-tier cultivator of Qi refinent was first taken aback, then burst into laughter; however, there was not a hint of mirth in his eyes—instead, a strong killing intent emanated, “Even if I can’t afford it, I still want to buy… You don’t want to sell?”
“Of course I don’t want to sell,” Ji PingAn put out his hand and made a slicing motion across his neck, “Right here, just here… Co on, charge at and chop.”
“Cough,” Qi Wusheng coughed heavily once more but did not speak.
A scornful smile spread across the lips of the high-tier cultivator of Qi refinent, “Alright, I know you’re not afraid of dying, and I won’t bully you— one rit point for ten spirit stones.”
Ji PingAn had just discussed the going rate with Feng Jun, which was roughly one rit point for twenty spirit stones. This person wanted to buy for just ten stones, yet the overbearing atmosphere was palpable.
Just now, Ji PingAn had quoted sixty spirit stones per rit point, not really intending to sell but to discourage the buyer.
Of course, if the other party genuinely wanted to buy at that price, he was willing to sell— nineteen rit points would amount to more than eleven hundred spirit stones, and with that money, anything was possible.
But ten spirit stones? That was truly unacceptable. His expression darkened, “Ten spirit stones? Pff, fifteen spirit stones per rit point… However many you have, I’ll take them all!”
The high-tier cultivator of Qi refinent looked at him with a smirk that was almost a smile and spoke ominously, “You’ll take them all… I have a thousand rit points here. Can you afford that? I’m not mocking you, but do you have that many spirit stones?”
Honestly, he wasn’t looking down on Ji PingAn; rather, it was a fact that cultivators making a living in Qiuchen Market matched their assets to their tasks—at the Fang Market, one’s wealth was an open secret.
The logic was simple—if this Mr. Ji really had ten thousand spirit stones, why bother with such nial tasks?
Of course, in Ji PingAn’s eyes, the other party was indeed mocking him.
But he wouldn’t lose in spirit, rely stating with a blank face, “Whether I have that many spirit stones, you’ll know once you bring out a thousand rit points.”
The high-tier cultivator of Qi refinent saw him unmoved and smiled darkly, “I hope the next ti I see you, you can still be so tough.”
Disregarding Ji PingAn, he turned to size up Feng Jun and whispered with a light laugh, “I heard that Daoist Brother Feng has gained quite a bounty in this battle?”
“The author really doesn’t want to survive easily,” Feng Jun sighed inwardly but ignored the man, turning to Ji PingAn instead, “Old Ji, to co down alive from the city walls after such a fierce battle, is truly a stroke of luck.”
Ji PingAn couldn’t quite figure out his intent. According to his understanding, Feng Jun should also be a courageous person—solo holding the Pillar of Clouds for almost twenty days without complaints or calling for help, truly a strong man.
So he didn’t believe that Feng Jun was pleading on the other’s behalf and chuckled, “Indeed, this life was snatched back. Every additional day lived is a bonus. It’s truly odd—who would be foolish enough to target us?”
The forcefulness in his words was unmistakable and turned the high-tier cultivator of Qi refinent’s face green.
“Let’s not talk about that,” Feng Jun smiled slightly, “What I an is that it’s good to have survived. After this farewell, who knows when we’ll et again. But no matter what, we’ve shared the bond of comradeship in battle. In my hotown, that’s one of the three great bonds of brotherhood…”
The “gun” he ntioned differed from the ones in this world, but the conveyed aning was similar.
Ji PingAn might not understand much else, but he could at least discern that Feng Jun was standing by his side.
With such a powerful ally’s support, he felt relieved and inquired with a smile, “What are the other two ‘irons’?”
The high-tier cultivator of Qi refinent could hardly hold back. He coughed lightly, “Daoist Brother Feng, I am addressing you.”
“Mind your manners, I’m speaking with soone else,” Feng Jun said indifferently, glancing at him before returning his attention to Ji PingAn and continuing cheerfully, “Anyway, since we share this fate, as we depart… let’s have a drink or two.”
He promptly set up tables and chairs, brought out a large basin of spirit beast at, and fetched a jar of alcohol, “Co on, let’s drink.”
The two cultivators in the initial stage of Qi refining were both badly injured, one of them even permanently disabled; however, upon seeing this scene, they too gathered around. The one who had lost an eye and half his skull laughed, “Ha, I must have a drink of Old Feng’s wine.”
Feng Jun arranged everything quickly, in the blink of an eye. Ji PingAn was no slouch either; he imdiately popped the seal on the jar and poured drinks for everyone, loudly adding with a laugh, “You two lads are in luck, you’ve made a killing this ti.”
He guessed what kind of wine Feng Jun was offering and thus served the drinks promptly, releasing the fragrance of the alcohol.
The high-tier cultivator of Qi refinent, with a stern face, took a close look at the pair and wore an “I’ll rember you” expression. He was about to turn away when suddenly, his nose twitched, and he looked over at the wine being poured.
“Fine wine!” The exclamation ca from Qi Wusheng, his eyes showing clear surprise, “Where did you buy this wine?”
As the temporary leader of the Geng Character Squad, with the battle now over, he had little authority over the likes of Ji PingAn.
But Ji PingAn still boasted proudly, “Of course it’s fine wine, this is ‘Dream-Infused Lovesickness’.”
Though he boasted, it seed he had no intention of inviting the Qi refining initial-stage cultivator to join them for a drink.
In fact, what he thought was—have a drink? I freaking crave to death for you! You bring these outsiders to buy honor points again.
No one spoke up to invite him, and Qi Wusheng couldn’t force the issue. In fact, he was filled with amazent, “The legendary Aspiration into Dreams of the Three Absolutes Real Person? You kidding ?”
“Hehe,” the High Tier of Qi Refinent sneered disdainfully, “Aspiration into Dreams… Why don’t you say ‘Drunk on the Scenery’ while you’re at it?”
Ji PingAn was locking horns with this man and snorted coldly, “With your level of insight, you’re only good for flipping a few cheap honor points, talking as if you’ve tasted Aspiration into Dreams.”
The countenance of the High Tier of Qi Refinent darkened even more, “I buy honor points for my own purposes, if you don’t sell, don’t bring trouble upon your own house.”
Ji PingAn glanced at him disdainfully, “Just with you?”
Seeing that the two sides were about to argue again, Qi Wusheng spoke up, “Feng DaoYou, may I ask where you acquired this Aspiration into Dreams?”
Before Feng Jun could speak, the Qi Refining Initial Stage cultivator with half a brain missing interjected, “This was a gift from the Tiantong Comrcial Alliance to Lao Feng. If Master Qi doesn’t believe , you can inquire at Tiantong.”
He was trying his hardest to boast on behalf of Feng Jun, but in reality, he also wanted to preserve his own honor points—if Feng Jun and Ji PingAn couldn’t withstand each other’s words, he was even less able to.
Qi Wusheng, who was originally into business and the manager of the Qi Family in Qiuchen Market, frowned slightly upon hearing this, “I am quite familiar with Tiantong, I’ve never heard of them selling Aspiration into Dreams.”
Feng Jun originally didn’t want to say anything, but seeing that all three of his teammates were looking at him with surprise, astonishnt, and confusion—Lao Feng, you’re not fooling us, are you?
So he coughed lightly, “In a while, there will be an auction of Aspiration Titles by Tiantong, if Master Qi doesn’t believe it, you can go and inquire yourself.”
Upon hearing this, Qi Wusheng’s mouth fell open in astonishnt, “The Aspiration Titles have appeared?”
Ji PingAn dared not mock him but couldn’t resist adding, “Anyway, I’ve never heard the news that the Aspiration Titles have been destroyed.”
Qi Wusheng couldn’t care less about bickering with him. He looked towards Feng Jun, and asked in astonishnt, “Where did you get this news?”
“Huang Fu Flawless told herself,” Feng Jun replied casually. Concerned the other might not know the junior mbers of the Huang Fu Family, he added, “Guest Elder Xu was also present.”
He wasn’t worried that those two would betray him since the Tiantong Comrcial Alliance would charge a commission fee. Chairman Huang Fu, with a mind full of business thinking, how could he possibly reveal seller information?
However, what Feng Jun didn’t anticipate was that although Qi Wusheng knew of Guest Elder Xu, he was even more aware of the Huang Fu Family—being from another Golden Core Family, the Huang Fu Clan was much stronger than the Qi Family, how could he not know these things?
After pondering for a mont, he asked, “What is your relationship with Huang Fu Flawless?”
Feng Jun gave him a look, feeling a bit like he couldn’t hold back any longer, but in the end, he simply said, “You can ask her.”
Qi Wusheng was also a businessman, and upon hearing this, he understood, this person isn’t afraid for to ask Huang Fu Flawless—which ans, he’s certain that Huang Fu Flawless keeps such a person in mind.
He glanced at the High Tier of Qi Refinent beside him: Are you still going to buy this team’s honor points?
The High Tier of Qi Refinent drooped his eyelids—he might not know Huang Fu Flawless, but he knew Guest Elder Xu of the Tiantong Comrcial Alliance.
Right then, two people walked by, one of whom exclaid, “Great liquor!”
This person had a short and plump figure and was also a Qi Refining Ninth Layer. He followed the scent of the wine and saw Feng Jun at a glance, narrowing his eyes and addressing him fiercely, “It’s you!”
Feng Jun laughed upon seeing the newcor; they were just talking about the appearance of the Aspiration Titles, and the one who sold him the Aspiration Title appeared.
He nodded with a smile, “Survived? Not easy, congratulations… care for a drink?”
“Cut it out, like I’d be afraid to drink,” the squat, plump man walked over, pulled out a chair with a wave of his hand, and plonked himself down, “This wine’s not bad, serve ten jin first.”
He was covered in wounds too, but his spirit was not too affected. Having escaped death in the great battle, he had co to accept many things.
What else could he have done? He couldn’t provoke the Huang Fu Clan and Tiantong; the cost of buying a counterfeit had long been earned back anyway.
“Ten jin… what are you thinking?” Ji PingAn glared at him, “You know what this wine is? Aspiration into Dreams!”
“Aspiration into Dreams?” The plump fellow had also stumbled upon a deal—though not so successfully—but he really knew about this stuff, “You’re not tricking with a fake, are you?”
Feng Jun Bai glanced at him, and said with a laugh, “Do I look like that kind of person?”
The squat man didn’t hesitate to nod, “Yes!”
“Enough with that,” Ji PingAn, although only Interdiate Level at Qi Refinent, was quite grateful for Feng Jun having his back and thus didn’t care about the High Tier of Qi Refinent anymore, “This is the liquor sent to Lao Feng by the Tiantong Comrcial Alliance!”
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