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Chapter 276: 276: How Others Do It (Seeking Monthly Pass, Third Release)



Shocked, aren’t you? Realized how poor your imagination is, huh?

He tried to make his face appear calmer, “It’s a pity… tsk, there are still too few Spirit Stones.”

Yu Changqing looked at him as if she were petrified, unable to respond for a long time.

Looking from his sister to Feng Jun, the second young master of the Yu family moved his eyes, “Is this… very difficult?”

Yu Changqing didn’t pay her any attention, and after a while, she sighed deeply, “Alas, when can I achieve the realm of the senior… Difficult? Of course it’s difficult.”

She glanced at her sister, “Immortal Crystals… the absorption of Spirit Stones is not easy; one can absorb Purple Qi and Moon Essence during cultivation at Wuyou Platform, and with a deeper cultivation level, one can absorb the Spiritual Energy from the air.”

Speaking to this point, she paused, then shook her head, “But to directly absorb Spiritual Energy from Spirit Stones, one must use a Formation to assist…”

The Spiritual Energy gathered within Spirit Stones is extremely vast and refined, but because it is too concentrated, it is also extremely violent.

Those with a lower cultivation level simply cannot withstand the impact of the vast Spiritual Energy, so they have to absorb it bit by bit through a Formation.

That is why cultivators like Yu Changqing, who are in the transcendence realm, don’t need to carry Spirit Stones when they traverse the Mortal World; they are inconvenient to use and can easily attract others’ covetousness.

The fact that Feng Jun could directly absorb the Spiritual Energy from the Spirit Stones indicated a level of cultivation that Yu Changqing admitted she could not match.

It was already astonishing that his body could absorb Spiritual Energy from Spirit Stones, but what alarmed her even more was that he only used a single finger.

Yu Changqing was aware that there were senior brothers and sisters with profound cultivation at Wuyou Platform who could directly use Spirit Stones for cultivation, but they had to maintain their focus, at least using their palms to hold the Spirit Stones.

A single index finger to absorb the Spiritual Energy from Spirit Stones? Even those who had transcended the mortal world could not achieve this!

Yet, that was still not the most shocking part—the most terrifying thing was that with just that little, gentle touch, the Spirit Stone underwent a very obvious change.

What level of cultivation, what kind of Cultivation Technique, allows someone to absorb such an enormous amount of Spiritual Energy in an instant?

Yu Changqing looked up at Feng Jun again, her eyes flickering with an inexplicable light.

His body seemed to have trembled just now, and she noticed it a little; however, isn’t that normal? If one were to absorb so much Spiritual Energy instantly and still act as if nothing happened, they would probably be some old monster from a powerful clan.

Feng Jun ignored her gaze, put away the Spirit Stone, and looked at her leisurely, “What did you just say about a breath?”

I wanted to say… Yu Changqing’s mouth moved, but she found she really didn’t know what to say,

All this time, she hadn’t felt any signs of the cultivation aura from him, though she knew there were many methods within the Cultivation Path to conceal one’s aura; however, methods that cloaked one’s aura so well that not a trace leaked were rare.

But now, after absorbing the Spiritual Energy, his body… was once again devoid of any sign of cultivation, as if it had never been there…

If one wants to come into contact with cultivators, one must certainly possess the aura of a cultivator, but someone like Senior Feng… probably doesn’t need that, right?

Does a body that can directly absorb Spirit Stones need any other explanation?

She pondered wildly for a while and then asked out loud, “What Dharma is this?”

Only then did she realize that her voice sounded extremely hoarse.

Feng Jun looked at her, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth, “This… might be a bit inconvenient to say, right?”

Yu Changqing nodded slightly to show understanding; she knew all too well that her question was a bit much.

It was just that she really couldn’t help but ask, unwilling to let it go.

Yu Changqing calmed her emotions before remembering the previous topic and managed a strained smile, “The senior’s profound cultivation is discreet and unfamed; with such methods, you can go anywhere in the world.”

Feng Jun really wanted to say, “Then take me to see this place of cultivation,” but he knew better, haste makes waste.

Better to keep up the act for now; he nodded slightly, speaking indifferently, “If the fellow Daoist knows of a way to earn a large number of Spirit Stones, I hope you will inform me, as I have some intentions.”

The intentions he spoke of, of course, involved sharing Spirit Stones, and though making such a statement truly pained him—he too was in need of Spirit Stones—he knew what he needed most at the moment was not Spirit Stones, but a Cultivation Technique.

Yu Changqing blinked, a little puzzled: With your cultivation, finding some Spirit Stones shouldn’t be difficult, right?

However, her confusion was brief; who among cultivators would complain of too many Spirit Stones?

And no matter what level a cultivator reached, there were always moments when they were not urgently in need, as even the boldest heroes can be stymied by simple lack of funds.

So she nodded, “That’s not difficult; just go to Cloud Center City, where there are transactions for Spirit Stones. With the senior’s cultivation and insight, earning Spirit Stones should be effortless.”

When the second young master Yu heard these words, his eyes started rolling around.

However, Yu Changqing knew her younger sister all too well. She turned her head and chided softly, “Senior Feng is going, but you are certainly not. Without the aura of cultivation or a Pass Token… The best outcome would be that you’d be thrown out.”

The second young master Yu sulkily arched her eyebrows and pouted her mouth, looking as regretful as one could be.

Yu Changqing couldn’t be bothered to look at her and turned her head back to Feng Jun, “If Senior Feng could set out soon, I would be willing to lead the way.”

Feng Jun stroked his chin, pondering before he replied, “Could we… wait a bit?”

Yu Changqing glanced at him curiously and before she could speak, the impatient second young master Yu blurted out, “What else is there to wait for, Senior? You are in dire need of Spirit Stones.”

Feng Jun looked at her with a half-amused, half-exasperated glance, “I’ve been without Spirit Stones for so long, haven’t I made it so far? The Gu Family matter is somewhat tricky; let’s deal with the loose ends here first.”

The second young master Yu, who never bothered with pleasantries, immediately responded, “Then why not take care of it yourself, instead of depending on them and possibly facing more delays?”

Yu Changqing felt that although Senior Feng was not very hard to talk to, her sister’s behavior was somewhat intolerable, so she spoke out to scold her, “Where do you fit into this conversation? Shut up! What’s the point for a cultivator to go looking for trouble with ordinary folks?”

Her tone wasn’t very harsh, but those around could sense a slight disregard for ordinary people in her words.

The second young master Yu pursed her lips, murmuring softly, “It was the Gu Family who disrespected Senior Feng first.”

Yu Changqing, upon hearing this, lost her irritation. Indeed, it wasn’t meaningful for a cultivator to act against ordinary people, but if ordinary folks showed disrespect to an Immortal, they deserved to be punished.

Seeing this, Feng Jun casually remarked, “Let them be busy for now, I plan to enter seclusion for cultivation soon.”

Yu Changqing glanced at him, hesitating before speaking, “Senior, are you aiming for a breakthrough? Do you have enough Spirit Stones, or do you need a protector?”

Feng Jun was taken aback at first, then mustered a smile, “Ahem, what I meant was… I am thinking of breaking through to the Innate level.”

Yu Changqing’s lips twitched and she blinked twice, completely speechless.

Among cultivators, you are considered to be of a very high realm. Instead of continuing your cultivation path, you actually have the notion to turn back and cultivate as a martial cultivator. I’ve seen people neglect their duties, but never to this extent…

She imagined what it would be like if she were to act as capriciously, presumably, she would be expelled by her master… right?

The second young master Yu didn’t quite grasp the nature of this conversation. She blinked, moved her mouth but didn’t dare to speak.

Feng Jun noticed her gesture and looked at her with a smile, asking, “Do you want to say something?”

His initial impression of the twin sister wasn’t great, but after understanding her background, he found her character to be perfectly normal. After all, who wouldn’t be influenced by having such a “sister-troublemaker”?

Moreover, before this, she had stood her ground decisively. Plus, Yu Changqing was the only cultivator he had met so far, and their relationship was still quite agreeable, so of course, he would be polite to her.

The second young master Yu nodded and spoke, “Breaking through to the Innate level seems… not something that can be achieved overnight, right?”

Feng Jun tilted his head, thought for a moment, and answered earnestly, “You are right, for others, it is like that.”

Well, now even the second young master Yu was at a loss for words. Though she didn’t understand cultivation, she understood what he meant.

Yu Changqing paid no mind to Senior Feng’s arrogance, but she looked thoughtfully at the two of them, her eyes turning…

That night, the Tian Family members hosted a celebration banquet for Feng Jun, congratulating him for defeating his opponent. Interestingly, someone from the Mi Family of Yuanguang Prefecture also showed up. Although it was just an Intermediate Level martial master leading the way, they presented five hundred taels of Gold as a congratulatory gift.

Even more bizarre was that the Princely Heir of Yongyi Duke and Lord Beiyuan sent people to offer their congratulations and presented gifts.

Feng Jun really didn’t understand, “Are there such punch-worthy fellows in the world?”

Lang Zhen said with insight, “They have no choice but to offer congratulations; what if, Divine Doctor, you think they bear grudges?”

Feng Jun chuckled at this, the natives of this realm really do believe in the supremacy of power.

Lord Beiyuan and the Princely Heir certainly had no face to show up, but that very night, there was a clamor of battle cries coming from the Zhao Family fortress.

The next afternoon, news spread that the Zhao Family fortress had been attacked by bandits the previous night. More than twenty of their young and strong had died, and importantly, all the elders of the Zhao Family’s Clan had perished. Fortunately, Lord Beiyuan happened to pass by and saved the remaining Zhao Family members.

Upon hearing this news, no one was surprised. It was too normal for Lord Beiyuan to take out his anger on the Zhao Family.

As for not exterminating the Zhao Family completely, even the Princely Heir believed it wasn’t necessary to kill everyone off. Once the core strength of the Zhao Family was largely wiped out and their wealth plundered, it would take more than one generation for them to turn their fortunes around.

Besides, the continued existence of the Zhao Family fortress made it more convenient for Lord Beiyuan to monitor them. If everyone were killed, and three or five managed to escape unnoticed, those fleeing could become anonymous, and who knows, in a hundred and eighty years, someone might knock on their door seeking revenge.

However, no one noticed that, wrapped up in the chaos, Lord Beiyuan had abducted several direct descendants of the Zhao Family. Among those kidnapped were also the two most honorable elderly ladies of the Zhao Family’s back house.

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