Chapter 827: Chapter 827: Minor Disturbance Chapter 827: Chapter 827: Minor Disturbance Feng Jun hadn’t answered Li Shishi yet when soone else approached from behind—it was Yang Yuxin.
She asked with a smiling face, “What is Xiao Li saying to President Feng? Are you a little tempted?”
Although Li Shishi ca from humble beginnings and didn’t have a high social status, she really wasn’t intimidated by the high and mighty bigwig like Yang Yuxin.
The two actually got along quite well, so she naturally replied, “Director Yang, you seem to be quite interested too, right?”
Overhearing this, Feng Jun’s lips twitched slightly. Great, before I even had a grand celebration, there are already two ready to try.
Considering Di Aixin was also interested in cultivation, that made three people.
This was a matter that ultimately had to be faced head-on. He pondered for a mont and then said, “Let’s say the end of the year. Stick it out till then. I’ll see how you do, Xiao Li. But, I have two conditions. First, you’re not allowed to discuss it with anyone else, and second, you’ll still need to be responsible for the day-to-day affairs.”
It’s just cultivation, what’s the big deal? But if you’re thinking about leaving everything behind to cultivate like Sister Hong and the others, that’s not going to happen. You must continue managing the manor’s affairs and must not let them slip from before.
Strictly speaking, Sister Hong, Feng Jing, and Xu Leigang weren’t entirely devoted to cultivation either; they too had their day-to-day affairs to manage. They simply shifted their focus to cultivation.
Upon hearing these terms, Li Shishi nodded her head in haste, “No problem, President Feng, just keep an eye on my performance.”
Feng Jun turned his head toward Yang Yuxin, “Director Yang, we are not strangers here, so I’ll be frank. You’re a bit old, and even if you cultivate, the gains won’t be significant… At most, it would an living a few more decades, keeping your looks.”
Director Yang expressed her agreent very straightforwardly, “That’s enough for . I can buy the land outside the manor, take good care of it, and when Xiao Li wants to cultivate, there will be an extra layer of protection outside.”
No need for a heavy drumbeat to get attention—she knew exactly how to display her value.
This attitude was very sincere, and considering she was still protecting her parents in Chaoyang, Feng Jun felt she had already done a lot for him, so he nodded, “All right. But I’m worried that the land outside isn’t going to be easy to buy.”
As it turned out, there were still many people wanting to cultivate. The next morning, as Feng Jun was nurturing the Mountain and River Seal, Li Shishi called him on the intercom, saying that Zhuang Haoyun requested an audience.
Feng Jun actually didn’t want to et this person; he had left the Zhuang Family’s cave with nothing to show for it, and what was more important, a stone lamp that might have been a magical treasure had been taken under his nose, which really displeased him.
So he said, “Just tell them I’m in seclusion and not seeing outside guests.”
After dismissing the visitor, his mood beca sowhat unstable. He gave up on nurturing the Mountain and River Seal and walked over to the Lingzhi Formation where he beckoned to Hua Hua, “Co here for a second.”
Lately, Hua Hua had been gnawing on that Desert Dry Spider, which was seriously too big for it to eat in a short ti.
But maybe because it had eaten itself too full, it had been lazy and sluggish recently. Other than occasionally tending to the Spirit Plants, most of the ti, it was sprawled out browsing on the iPad.
Seeing Feng Jun signaling, it flew over lazily, flapping its wings. If soone else saw it, they would think the butterfly was dancing elegantly with graceful lightness, but Feng Jun knew this was a sign of its lack of interest.
Without another word, Feng Jun laid five magic artifacts on the ground, “Co, choose one, you can take one… It’s not for you, but for now, you’re the only one who can use them.”
Hua Hua’s wings quivered, and it turned into a streak of white light, zipping over—that was its true speed.
Then it fell into confusion… What to do when you can’t make a choice? Urgent, waiting online.
In the end, it settled on a shield and a set of bow and arrow, both artifacts taken from Xue Jingren’s storage bag.
Feng Jun was quite surprised. It had actually chosen these two items. A bow and arrow-wielding butterfly… and it could use a shield?
It seems a six-legged creature can indeed be capricious.
However, he still firmly shook his head, “No, we agreed you can only borrow one magic artifact, not two.”
Hua Hua looked back and forth between the shield and the bow and arrow, its face full of dilemma—it didn’t want to part with either.
After thinking it over, it finally took out an item from the storage ring and dropped it on the ground—it was the Ruthless Rope it had used before.
A thought ca through, “I’ve already used this rope lasso, so it’s all yours now. I want both the shield and the bow and arrow.”
“Eh?” Feng Jun looked at it strangely, “I never thought you’d get tired of old things so quickly.”
Hua Hua asserted proudly, “Please, I’ve never used magical treasures before. I’ve relied solely on my own strength in my past battles. It was hard enough making it to an age where magic thrives, how could I be content without trying different artifacts?”
An age where magic thrives… Feng Jun didn’t know how to change its belief, so he just laughed, “Too many irons in the fire, the artifact that suits you best is the best one for you.”
Pfft—Hua Hua scoffed at him dismissively, “Look who’s talking, aren’t you the sa? Now that you finally have so money, you want to ss around with several won… Dare you say I’m wrong?”
Feng Jun glared at it, hurling the shield and bow and arrow over, “Go on, go… hurry up and work the fields!”
The Ruthless Rope was of little value to him now; he already had the Immortal Binding Rope.
But even if it’s only a ager consolation, having sothing is better than nothing at all, right? Xiao Caixin is about to advance to the Qi Refinent Realm. If I give it to her, she should be quite happy, shouldn’t she?
Zhang Caixin was no longer at Luohua Manor by then; she had taken the Spirit Rice Feng Jun had given her and boarded a flight to the magic capital.
Her father currently resides in the magic capital, while her mother is in North Arica, Canada. She was bringing the Spirit Rice to show filial respect to her dad.
Zhang Caixin naturally had stunning beauty, and now during the sumr, her small tank top and hot pants revealed her lovely figure for all to see.
She had purchased a first-class ticket, so one would expect the other passengers here to be of higher quality. If soone wanted to flirt with her, they would need to think twice.
However, there was soone who, knowing the dangers, still insisted on heading into tiger territory.
Her seatmate was a very handso White man, a bit reminiscent of Tom Cruise — even his height was sowhat like Tom Cruise’s, probably not even reaching 170 cm.
When he saw Zhang Caixin, his eyes lit up, and after a few more glances, he smiled and greeted her, “Hi, hello there.”
He spoke in English, but such simple English should be understandable to anyone.
Zhang Caixin gave him a quick glance and then, as if she had heard nothing at all, turned her head to look out of the plane window.
This was a technique often mastered by beautiful won, the “ignore-da-law”, whose intention was clear—I’m not familiar with you, so don’t bother .
But this guy was persistent and switched to half-familiar Chinese, “Hello, beautiful lady.”
Zhang Caixin had not intended to look at him again, but upon hearing his weird intonation performing Chinese, she couldn’t resist glancing at him once more.
Confirming that these words indeed ca from his mouth, she turned her head away again to look outside the plane window.
Now the young handso man was embarrassed and shrugged his shoulders ruefully, “Oh, that’s really unfortunate. I’ve heard that Huaxia is a land of courtesies, where people are passionate and hospitable.”
He still spoke in Chinese. Zhang Caixin couldn’t help it; she had a strong sense of national pride. After accompanying Feng Jun on a trip to Siam, she firmly kept in mind the consciousness of “not bringing sha to Huaxia people.”
So she scoffed disdainfully, “Not disturbing others casually, that’s even more polite… Oh, so you speak Huaxia language?”
“Of course, I can speak Chinese,” the handso guy replied with a slight smile towards her, “I didn’t an to disturb you. It’s just rare to see such a beautiful lady, oh my… I can’t help but praise you.”
Although his command of the Huaxia language wasn’t fluent, he had in fact been in Huaxia for four years—having initially not known a word of Chinese.
He worked as a minor manager at a rrick company’s office in Huaxia. Banking on his skin color and handso appearance, he had no trouble picking up girls in Huaxia—normally, he didn’t even need to use Chinese to woo girls; he preferred English to flaunt his status.
But what he was now best at was “Huaxia-styled English,” which he had learned by imrsing himself in the local culture.
In the span of four years, he had dated ninety-nine Huaxia beauties. Of course, his standards were high. Otherwise, with the moth-to-fla fervor of Huaxia girls, he felt wooing nine hundred would be no issue.
He was close to accomplishing the legendary “hundredth conquest,” and naturally, he wanted to be selective for this hundredth one. Regardless, it marked a progress from double to triple digits.
From the mont he saw Zhang Caixin, he had decided: My milestone mission should be accomplished with her!
He sensed her aloofness, but the more she was like that, the less he cared; he just thought to himself: Ha, won.
Among those ninety-nine he had dated previously, there were those with tough and cold exteriors too. What he enjoyed most was breaking through their icy shells to revel in their warm and tender hearts.
There was no one… who could be the exception!
However, Zhang Caixin replied to him with a slight smile, “Praise is your right, you can praise your mother, you can even praise God… If God doesn’t respond to your praise, does that make Him impolite?”
Caught off guard by her words, the handso man was montarily stunned—he had no idea how to respond to that.
He could only look at Zhang Caixin with a pitying gaze, “So you’re a nonbeliever. Oh, that is truly sad.”
“Are you sick in the head?” Zhang Caixin exploded in anger, standing up and looming over him, “I haven’t even acknowledged you, yet you co over to tell … that I’m pitiful? If you want to hit on , I might give you a chance, but could you please grow another five inches first?”
She stood at 172 cm, and with her six-centiter heels, her height of 178 cm was enough to tower over him.
The handso man’s face flushed with embarrassnt, but he was at a loss for words—height was an undeniable weakness, and even insoles designed to make one appear taller had their limits.
The key was that her strike went straight to the soul, hitting a sore spot in his self-esteem.
Unable to contain his rage, he retorted, “As a nonbeliever, a beautiful exterior ultimately can’t hide a filthy heart.”
“Who has a filthy heart, one knows best,” Zhang Caixin snapped as she patted his shoulder, then sat back down with a cold laugh, “Now, please shut up, or I will call the air marshal on you!”
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