Chapter 982: Chapter 982: Shen Qingyi Visits Chapter 982: Chapter 982: Shen Qingyi Visits Can it be transferred? Feng Jun glanced at Qing Xiaozi with a hint of doubt: Do you know what you are talking about?
This cultivation technique, he already has it, it seed like he spent either one hundred or two hundred Spirit Stones, and there were many related books that sold even cheaper; why so cheap? Because it’s an auxiliary cultivation technique.
It only draws the pill poison from the body and transfers it to the poison pill, how significant is that supposed to be?
Most Alchemy Dao practitioners have thods to transfer pill poison within their own cultivation techniques, there’s no need to purchase it separately.
Plus, once an Alchemy Dao practitioner refines a Golden Core, this thod becos useless, hanging a false pill or embracing an external pill would suffice; in fact, during Core Formation, much of the pill poison is tempered away.
At most, it is used during the Dust-Free Realm, and it’s still an auxiliary technique, one must also lack a corresponding thod in one’s own cultivation… How much could this technique possibly be worth?
However, for Feng Jun, this cheap technique, for Qing Xiaozi, was exorbitantly priced.
So without changing his expression, he spoke, “Daoist brother Qing Xiao, I’m only providing an idea, sorry, but I can’t help you with anything else.”
However, Qing Xiaozi gave him another bow, “Venerable Feng, please, this technique is truly very important to , the Poison Puppetry Art of my Luofu lineage has been lost for thirteen hundred years, and it’s not entirely lost… there are still remnants.”
Then he deeply bowed again, “If I can fully restore the remnants, that would settle my duty towards the ancestors for my tenure!”
Being an old man in his seventies already, this deanor really made it sowhat difficult for Feng Jun to handle.
Nevertheless, many matters follow their own rules; his eyebrows furrowed slightly, “But… Daoist brother Qing Xiao, forgive my bluntness, I think you cannot afford this technique.”
“We can exchange,” Qing Xiaozi replied very crisply, “The Poison Puppet is an improved version, rely lacking so basic ideas; just missing the affinity thods between the master body and the puppet… commanding the Poison Puppet in battle, that is a creative idea.”
Feng Jun thought about it, then nodded, “Alright then, can you make the decision?”
He had always been committed to improving the status of the Dao Sects in the Earth Realm, offering so help was really too simple, and also matched his intentions.
He just didn’t want the help to beco charity—I have no problem helping you, but you must give a reason to do so.
Like work-for-aid, the governnt doesn’t necessarily lack that bit of money, losing money is not an issue, but nurturing a bunch of lazy folks with it, that’s pointless.
“I can decide,” Qing Xiaozi’s face was flushed with excitent, and he nodded without hesitation, “I don’t have the technique at hand, I’ll have them send an electronic version imdiately.”
“Hey hey, don’t,” Feng Jun still pretentiously said, “I might not even be able to contact that person… don’t rush.”
“No problem,” Qing Xiaozi also picked up his phone, “Venerable Feng, your words, I trust completely, let them send it over first.”
Before long, he received the electronic version, all in picture form, and he forwarded it directly to Feng Jun.
Feng Jun smiled, but in his heart, he sighed: This person, his trust is quite extraordinary.
In fact, he had underestimated his own image: Being an eminent cultivator is nothing special, but being able to locate the entrance of Kunlun, determined to confront, and also not lacking Spirit Stones is the real source of assurance for everyone.
That’s like a multi-billionaire eyeing a beggar’s little bit of money, isn’t it?
Kunlun is perceived similarly, but Kunlun’s wealth cannot compare to his, plus they are used to being overbearing, accustod to plundering, not generous and open-handed like Feng Jun.
In fact, for Qing Xiaozi, if Kunlun also had this technique, he wouldn’t mind exchanging, mutual aid among cultivators is common; just probably not as trustworthy to take out the technique in advance.
Anyway, Qing Xiaozi was quite open in his dealings, Feng Jun spoke with a smile, “Alright, I’ll get it to your hands as soon as possible in a day or two.”
Bystanders watching their exchange of techniques were full of envy, but such things… can’t be learned.
Only the Little Celestial Master took the opportunity to speak, “Venerable Feng, when can you also take a look at my Maoshan, see what’s needed for our techniques.”
After saying this, she also glanced at Yang Yuxin intentionally or unintentionally.
Feng Jun answered indifferently, “Your Maoshan ancestors managed to reach the Qi Refinent Realm, the techniques must definitely be alright, the key is still the resources, but the resources of Maoshan now, don’t seem to be lacking.”
He was generally reluctant to get close to this big group from Maoshan, the Little Celestial Master was his woman, he could afford associated resources, but for others, he needed a reason to involve them.
Tang Wenji grumpily pouted her mouth, not saying anything more, but still glanced at Yang Yuxin again.
Dong Zenghong tily spoke out, “It’s all about fate, Little Celestial Master, there’s no benefit in forcing the issue before its ti, as long as you work hard enough, what’s yours will eventually be yours, why the rush at the mont?”
Feng Jun was indifferent to this statent; he knew clearly, Dong Zenghong’s words were not only consoling the Little Celestial Master but also indirectly conveying to him: You take ten Spirit Stones without any concerns, I won’t have any thoughts, won’t feel like you’re giving too few Spirit Stones, when I achieve certain things, then see how to proceed.”
People from the Ghost Valley Sect really have a great sense of the overall situation and know how to seize the mont.
In fact, Dong Zenghong’s words also had so impact on others, many finally realized that Master Feng was not necessarily difficult to talk to, but to get sothing from him, one must first show sincere intentions.
Ti slowly passed while they spoke, and when it was ti to prepare dinner, a woman in green clothing entered. It was none other than Shen Qingyi from Kunlun.
She approached Feng Jun, took out a small tower, and spoke respectfully, “This is the Demon-Sealing Pagoda Magic Artifact, please check it, Master Feng.”
Feng Jun didn’t reach out to take it but rather gave her a cold look, “Will you invite into Kunlun?”
Shen Qingyi answered emotionlessly, “I am not the one to decide this matter. Besides this Demon-Sealing Pagoda, Kunlun has other Magic Artifacts. I wonder what type Master Feng is interested in?”
“Let’s talk about it later,” Feng Jun waved his hand and lazily replied, “After noon tomorrow, I might co and smash your sect’s mountain gate. There could be misunderstandings, so… I’ll temporarily refuse to accept this.”
Shen Qingyi, by nature, is very cold and is known within Kunlun as ‘haughty’. Being polite now is purely due to the heavy responsibility placed on her by her sect.
Seeing Feng Jun continually ntioning smashing the mountain gate, she felt quite displeased, feeling overly submissive as if she were a diplomat who had signed a treaty of surrender.
But her expression remained impassive, and she could only say lightly, “I’ve co on my own initiative, which represents Kunlun’s sincerity. The Daoist Sects are currently thriving. Master Feng, as a leader, please think thrice before ruining this great situation.”
Little Celestial Master heard this, and directly switched into confrontation mode, “Shen Qingyi, your words imply that it’s Kunlun’s Kou Heiyi who ssed up the Dao Sects’ favorable situation, isn’t it?”
Shen Qingyi glanced at her and responded coldly, “Junior Brother Kou has already paid the price for it.”
Tang Wenji, not as capable or cold in argunts, did not make any caustic remark such as “you reap what you sow,” and thus the exchange paused here.
However, Shen Qingyi didn’t leave; she found the innkeeper, showed a badge, and the innkeeper imdiately accommodated her in a guest room reserved for relatives and friends.
Feng Jun didn’t care about her staying; in this inn, besides him, the transcendent cultivator, there was also Hua Hua, a Qi-Refining butterfly, so he was not concerned for his safety.
That evening, everyone gathered for dinner again, and Shen Qingyi seed to have sensed sothing and specifically ca to the dining hall to take a look.
Clearly, the fragrant Spirit Rice attracted her, but eventually, she turned around and left.
“Hehe,” Zhuang Haoyun laughed with schadenfreude, knowing she was a Qi-Refining Practitioner from Kunlun, a top existence, he dared not provoke her rashly but still took a deep breath to loudly praise, “It slls so good.”
“Enough,” Tang Wenji glanced at him, these two also had a feud, “One breath from her could kill ten of you!”
“Hehe,” Zhuang Haoyun laughed again, not taking it seriously, “I’m just curious why she’s sticking around and not leaving…”
Indeed, Shen Qingyi ended up staying in the inn that night.
Feng Jun didn’t mind and took everyone to Snow Peak Mountain before dawn the next day.
Shen Qingyi didn’t board the Ti Shuttle but released a Cloud Scarf and slowly followed them flying.
Clearly, she was using a single-person Flying Artifact, which was quite convenient for short-distance travel.
Upon reaching the mountain peak, Feng Jun released a mobile room; although not very effective against the cold, it was okay for blocking the wind.
The sky was overcast, seeming to brew a heavy snowstorm, but the summit of Snow Peak Mountain was unusually calm.
“You all wait here for the people from Kunlun,” Feng Jun instructed them and then leisurely flew away.
By noon, the people from Kunlun had not shown up, but instead, snowflakes began to drift down, followed by a fierce windstorm.
Feng Jun returned after 2 pm and checked the ti, “Kunlun stood us up, let everyone witness this… Even considering ti differences, it should be noon by now, and they haven’t shown up.”
Shen Qingyi spoke coldly, “I’ve been here all along. As for what Master Feng ntioned, deciding whether or not to open our mountain gate today… the Sect Leader is in retreat, we really can’t do anything about that. It’s not a breach of promise.”
Feng Jun looked at her expressionlessly, “Should I, Feng, consider your feelings when I speak? Not heeding my words ans a breach… Isn’t it always how your Kunlun does things?”
Shen Qingyi kept silent, but inwardly she deeply scorned: A respectable master actually stooping to squabbling.
Feng Jun, unconcerned about her reaction, packed up the mobile room, took everyone back on the Ti Shuttle to the inn.
Shen Qingyi followed them shortly after, only to see Feng Jun flying out alone again.
This ti, he didn’t use the Ti Shuttle and was rely flying with his physical body; seeing this, she hurriedly followed.
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