Chapter 921: Chapter 921: Lure the Snake out of the Hole Chapter 921: Chapter 921: Lure the Snake out of the Hole Liang Zhongyu held the Talented Scholars Plaque with an envious look, “Feng Jun is indeed extraordinary, possessing this plaque is enough to deter the petty criminals.”
Feng Jun shook his head, not without regret, “It’s a pity that it’s only valid for thirty years.”
The Talented Scholars Plaque could be set with a ti limit, he had heard before that the highest standard of such plaques were those without any ti constraints, aning that the inviting party was utterly sincere and you could visit at any ti you wished.
After obtaining the Talented Scholars Plaque, Feng Jun felt embarrassed to inquire about the ti limit—seeking answers from people of Tianxin Platform would be inappropriate, and asking the Crimson Pheonix Sect or Wanfu Platform would be unseemly.
Now that he heard it was only for thirty years, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed—the sincerity wasn’t grand enough.
“Feng Jun, thirty years is already quite a lot,” Liang Zhongyu couldn’t help but speak up, feeling that the other’s expectations were a bit too high. After all, this was an invitation from a Golden Core Master, did he really think such masters had ti to idle?
He pointed out one feature, “Just now, that master retreated as soon as he saw the plaque, which shows its great deterrent power.”
At that mont, a cold snort ca from Liang Yisi, who expressed disdainfully, “Cousin, do you really think that guy was scared away? He might not have even co for the pill formula.”
Liang Zhongyu nodded, “I am aware of that, the large purchases Feng Jun made before leaving made many people jealous.”
“I’m not talking about that,” Liang Yisi shook his head and then spoke seriously, “I feel that the Xue Family is a more likely possibility; they just can’t rest easy and want to trap Feng Jun to see whether he really has the Talented Scholars Plaque.”
He was a typical conspiracy theorist, not to say he had a dark mind but rather that he was extrely suspicious.
“You’re thinking too much,” Liang Zhongyu unhesitatingly ridiculed his own cousin.
Of the nearly twenty people present, aside from Feng Jun, he really didn’t take anyone else seriously, “The Xue Family might be one factor, but the main reason is still wealth that tempts the heart… We’re talking about resources worth hundreds of thousands of Spirit Stones.”
Feng Jun wished he could fiercely beat him up: hundreds of thousands of Spirit Stones, why don’t you say millions?
However, he was inclined to agree with Liang Zhongyu’s opinion: the Xue Family definitely wouldn’t be the sole factor!
This ti, Feng Jun traveled at full speed towards Mount Zhige, calculating ti, it was a matter of three days, and he would land and rest for eight to nine hours each day—Cultivators did endure better than ordinary people, but maintaining a good condition was also important.
That night, Feng Jun chose a flat riverbank to land, the visibility was quite good, not only did he set up a tent, but he also set up a defensive formation, to guard against unwanted intrusions at night.
He also arranged three sentries, both overt and covert, and even equipped them with walkie-talkies.
At midnight, he quietly flew up into the sky, took out infrared binoculars to scan around, the “nearby weapons” feature seed a bit limited in its range.
After a simple sweep around, he spotted three traces of human activity, one of two walking figures likely nearby residents, another was a figure standing almost still—this was very suspicious.
The third was a small village, with roughly forty to fifty households.
Feng Jun decided to approach the solitary figure, who was most likely a trailing spy.
He moved towards him as silently as possible, and when he was about two miles away, he searched for “nearby storage bags”.
Sure enough, the person had a storage bag, which showed he was a Cultivator.
Feng Jun didn’t bother with further pretense and approached swiftly and quietly.
When he was about three hundred ters away, the man seed to beco suspicious, looking around uneasily.
Feng Jun hesitated not, launching a Divine Sense Attack that hit the man hard, then watched as he silently fell to the ground.
He approached to check the man’s identity, discovering he was a Mr. Li of the High Tier of Qi Refinent, born in Muchuan, with so old hidden injuries, and his circumstances didn’t seem too favorable.
Feng Jun had already decided on a policy of “better to kill wrongly than to miss an enemy”, but killing the man in this manner seed sowhat a disregard for life, so he retreated to the Earth Plane to first examine the man’s storage bag.
The Cultivation World was full of strange secret techniques, and he didn’t want to trigger any prohibitions when opening the storage bag or release so sort of tracking device hidden inside.
His caution paid off—he strictly found evidence of foul intent.
Inside the other’s storage bag was a walkie-talkie!
In this plane, Feng Jun’s walkie-talkies were mostly for personal use, though he had sold a few and also given so away—like to the Governor of Fushan County, for instance, and it was certain they had nothing to do with this Loose Cultivator.
The man had a walkie-talkie with only sixty percent battery left, carrying a used device alone; if he was an innocent, what an idle life he must lead?
Feng Jun wouldn’t consider it a coincidence. The reason he searched the storage bag was simply to find a reason to kill.
Then, with a motive established, the next mont, he brought the person directly to the Earth Plane.
Once the person arrived here, they were completely dead, and it also severed any possibility of divination or sending signals back.
Feng Jun felt he was growing increasingly fond of this murder thod, clean, environntally friendly, and bloodless, with minimal troubles afterward.
This cultivator with the surna Li, at the High Tier of Qi Refinent, was indeed quite poor, possessing only about twenty-so Spirit Stones, though he had a fair number of Talismans and Pills, including so healing dicine, clearly a brave and fierce one.
But now it was too late to say anything else; Feng Jun took everything he could from the person’s Storage Bag, even took out and smashed the walkie-talkie, throwing it into a dumpster, then packed the body back into the Storage Bag and returned to the Mobile Phone Plane.
He threw the Storage Bag into the river, then followed the path the ambushed person had taken, exploring four to five miles further, and discovered there seed to be no one eting the person.
That was unscientific. Feng Jun thought carefully, pondering where he might have miscalculated.
He even began to frequently search for “nearby Storage Bags,” suspecting that the individual eting might have so highly covert thod of hiding.
Unfortunately, after searching about ten square kiloters, he found no other Storage Bag.
Finally, he suddenly rembered a possibility and sneakily headed straight for that village.
The village was small, ho to just forty to fifty households, quite scattered; thirty-so families lived concentrated in the center of the village, with the rest scattered around the outskirts.
Sure enough, inside a quite remote household, infrared could reveal eight heat sources, at first glance an eight-mber family. But there were four Storage Bags, one Storage Bracelet, and one Storage Ring!
Feng Jun crept towards this household, setting up an Illusion Array and a Spirit Binding Array about five hundred ters away, and in this Spirit Binding Array, he placed a ton of explosives with a pressure-sensitive triggering device.
He was prepared against all risks, in case they discovered him, these formations could hold them off for at least a mont.
He stopped when he was about eighty ters from the courtyard, already close enough to use “Nearby People” for scouting.
The reconnaissance showed five cultivators inside the house; among them, one was an Eight-Segnt Loose Cultivator, three were in the Qi Refinent Realm, and one was at the Interdiate Level of Ascendancy from Dust—surprisingly, this individual was from Pine Cypress Peak, but his surna was not Yan, but Liu.
The three mortals were thrown into a storehouse and locked up.
Feng Jun pondered briefly and then walked forward to knock on the door.
The five cultivators inside imdiately beca alert, and after a silent mont, the mortal-transford individual spoke with a heavy accent, likely in the local dialect, “Who is it?”
Without another word, Feng Jun turned and ran, his steps heavy like that of a Martial Cultivator who had just entered the martial path.
His fleeing left the people inside dumbstruck; after a mont, soone whispered, “Chase him!”
Watching five figures vault over the courtyard wall to pursue him, Feng Jun sped up, running even faster.
A Qi Refinent practitioner, impulsive in nature, drew his longsword, rging body and sword in a lightning-fast chase, evidently a Sword Cultivator.
Yet, this person’s sword-wielding skills were diocre at best; after all, during the Qi Refinent Realm, sword cultivation primarily focuses on sword techniques, making it hard to master flying with the sword—being able to draw on so flying techniques while using sword moves was already genius.
Facing the sword chase, Feng Jun’s body made a weird twist, seemingly stumbling on sothing, and then the Sword Cultivator whisked past him.
If he had stuck to pursuing diligently and started with two sword strikes, perhaps it would have been more effective.
Feng Jun’s body weirdly exerted force, and his speed increased even more.
“Be careful!” shouted that person nad Liu Feng, at the Interdiate Level of exiting the mortal dust, “This man is a cultivator!”
Actually, there was no need for him to remind them. How could soone who could dodge a strike from a Qi Refining Practitioner be a re mortal? At the very least, it had to be a High-Rank Martial Master, and at that mont, Feng Jun had begun to exhibit so touches of cultivation, appearing to be at the Initial Stage of Qi Refinent.
The Sword Cultivator, frustrated by his missed attack, whirled around and charged again, yelling, “Rascal courting death!”
Feng Jun increased his pace again, and with another dodge, he had already sprinted four hundred ters, shouting loudly, “I am a guard of the Tiantong Comrce Alliance, and you are slaughtering mortals!”
Between mortals and cultivators, a mortal offending a cultivator was a capital offense, but cultivators also could not kill mortals in the Mortal Realm without any reason.
These five cultivators, in their pursuit of Feng Jun, and wishing not to leave any traces, had stealthily entered a mortal’s ho, which was already a taboo; cultivators were not supposed to reveal their identity without cause.
Why is discussing immortals by mortals a capital offense?
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