Chapter 2593 - 2585: Mission Accomplished

Chapter 2593: Chapter 2585: Mission Accomplished

It had to be said, Feng Jun really was a very responsible person. In order to make sure he didn’t let the Guardian down, what he fought for was a hundred Top-Grade Spirit Stones.

If he’d asked for any more, that True Lord of the Xiong Family might not have agreed.

So he took out a hundred Top-Grade Spirit Stones. "Mission accomplished... but over there, Top-Grade Spirit Stones are also extremely precious."

The Guardian’s thought stirred slightly, and all the Top-Grade Spirit Stones disappeared. "Huh, you still have Top-Grade Spirit Stones on you?"

"Only one left," Feng Jun took out a Top-Grade Spirit Stone. "Originally I got ten extra, but I handed them out to other people."

Handed them out? He really did. Yi Jue, Han Hai, and Wei Sancai each took two, and he was grateful to his friends for their help.

Even in Tianqin, this stuff was hot, can’t-get-any-hotter, insanely sought-after resources. No one dared touch the hundred pieces Feng Jun had requested, but those extra ten Top-Grade Spirit Stones were the condition for letting Xiong Yijun go, a random event, and everyone could see that clearly.

Feng Jun also knew how to play things right. Just two pieces per person, he didn’t mind sharing the spoils of victory with his friends. As for Qian Zhong, she simply never opened her mouth—maybe that was the pride of an Ancient Family.

So in Feng Jun’s hands, there were still four Top-Grade Spirit Stones left.

As for Top-Grade Spirit Stones, he didn’t have a very precise understanding of them. He only knew they were good stuff and extremely hard to get, so he couldn’t help pondering whether he should keep two for himself to study.

What he’d promised the Guardian, he would never hesitate to fulfill—one should be honest when dealing with others. But those extra four pieces, he carried one with him and left the remaining three at White Pebble Beach, because he felt... if he kept them on him, they probably wouldn’t escape the Guardian’s notice.

Sure enough, the Guardian really did discover that he still had Top-Grade Spirit Stones on him.

These high-level beings are truly hard to fool—if you think they’re easy to deceive, that only means they want you to think that.

The Guardian itself was a bit displeased. "Only one Top-Grade Spirit Stone left? You really know how to burn through resources."

"It’s not like Earth doesn’t have Top-Grade Spirit Stones," Feng Jun replied with a smile. "Right below you, there’s a piece of Top-Grade Spirit Stone."

He had never forgotten that beneath the Alxa League, that piece of Top-Grade Spirit Stone seemed to be suppressing something extremely terrifying.

However, for him as he was now, something that could be suppressed by just one Top-Grade Spirit Stone actually... didn’t seem all that threatening.

Of course, that was only his own thinking. The truth of the matter might not be so simple.

"That was the last Top-Grade Spirit Stone I had left," sure enough, the Guardian also had a very deep impression of it.

But in the next moment, it turned mercenary again. "Give me that Top-Grade Spirit Stone as well. I’ll count it as a thousand High-grade Spirit Stones."

Given its cultivation level, this request was actually very humble. A thousand High-grade Spirit Stones—was that really worth opening its mouth for?

But there was no helping it; it really needed them. Besides patching up its origin, it also had to keep some Top-Grade Spirit Stones in reserve for emergencies. Previously, its planning had not been very good, actually resulting in three thousand years with not a single Top-Grade Spirit Stone available.

For it, that had been an extremely painful lesson. To avoid any possible expenditure of Spiritual Energy, over a thousand years ago it had been forced to choose sleep.

Fortunately, in those thousand-plus years, Earth had not encountered any major crises. Otherwise it truly wouldn’t have known how to handle them.

Precisely because of this, when it discovered that Feng Jun could connect to other Cultivation Planes, it didn’t interfere at all, only quietly observed his temperament, and once it confirmed his mindset was good, it began offering major support.

Feng Jun really did bring it quite a pleasant surprise. He was only a Golden Core, yet he was able to bring back a substantial quantity of Spirit Stones.

To the Guardian, medium-grade and even High-grade Spirit Stones were honestly not much to look at—better than nothing, but only just. Still, having something was better than having nothing, and the key point was that Feng Jun’s Spirit Stones came from other planes, so it could absorb them with no qualms.

This already counted as an unexpected gain, but its origin was still lacking, and it was extremely eager to obtain Top-Grade Spirit Stones to have sufficient sense of security.

This time, Feng Jun really did bring back Top-Grade Spirit Stones, so he had not failed its generous support.

However, in view of the miserable memories of past days, to it as it was now, every single Top-Grade Spirit Stone was incomparably precious—this batch of a hundred Top-Grade Spirit Stones, it would not fully absorb either, but would keep ten as reserves.

If it could get that one piece of Top-Grade Spirit Stone from Feng Jun’s hands, its reserve would reach eleven pieces, so it had to fight for it.

"I don’t mind giving it to you," Feng Jun said, half amused and half exasperated. "But Senior, I also want to get two Top-Grade Spirit Stones to study. Do you really have to keep an eye on these scattered one or two pieces?"

"To me, every single Top-Grade Spirit Stone is very important," the Guardian did not hide its embarrassment. "Opportunities like yours, getting a hundred Top-Grade Spirit Stones in one go, absolutely won’t be many. You still have to save them up one piece at a time."

"I don’t know what you’re worried about," Feng Jun scratched his head, "but one or two Extreme Spirits can’t really change heaven and earth. When you need more, I can go look for them again. I can’t promise too much, but if I really put in the effort, three to five Extreme Spirits are still doable."

Huh, have I actually fallen into a mental blind spot? The Guardian thought it over and realized that did make sense.

Previously, it fell into slumber because it had no one to help it. Back then, the Earth Realm still had cultivators, and there were a few Spirit Stones, but the Spirit Stones of the Earth Realm weren’t help to it; they were Karma. So it hadn’t pinned any hopes on those people.

But now Feng Jun is different. This guy earns Spirit Stones from another plane. Even if he can’t get Top-Grade Spirit Stones for now, he can get High-grade or mid-grade Spirit Stones, which still help it somewhat.

So it pondered for a moment and spoke. "This kind of chance to earn a large batch of Extreme Spirits in one go is really too rare. You still have to rely on slowly accumulating them, right? Cultivation has to go step by step. Don’t you dare start floating off."

"I’m not floating," Feng Jun shook his head. "Opportunities like that are rare, sure, but over there we might still see things like Extreme Spirit vortices, or the opening of Chaos. Either of those could net a large amount of Extreme Spirits."

"Chaos opening and Extreme Spirit vortices—you really dare to think big," the Guardian was a bit torn between laughing and crying. "Why don’t you just imagine Extreme Spirits falling out of the sky while you’re at it?"

"Cultivators have to dare to think," Feng Jun felt his thinking was correct. "Cultivation is defying the heavens by nature; you have to dare to think and dare to fight. If you don’t even strive for it yourself, why would fate ever favor you?"

This isn’t just a matter of daring to think, is it? The Guardian was quite unconvinced.

Chance, chance—first you need sufficient fortune before you can get certain possible opportunities.

Hold on, this guy’s luck... doesn’t seem bad, does it?

It finally began to face the issue squarely. "You’ve said all this just because you can’t bear to part with this piece of Extreme Spirit?"

"This one doesn’t matter. It’s yours," Feng Jun put the Extreme Spirit on the table and spoke with a smile. "Next time I get more Extreme Spirits, just let me keep a few for research. Otherwise it really will affect my motivation to earn Extreme Spirits."

That actually made sense. The Guardian also knew you can’t make the horse run and not feed it. "All right then. But your cultivation level really should get a bump. It’s been this long and you’re only at Fifth Layer Golden Core. With that kind of cultivation going out to earn Extreme Spirits, the risk is still pretty high."

"I have Qi traction," Feng Jun answered with a smile. "With seniors backing me, I’m not worried... of course, I’ll still be careful."

"I knew it, something always felt off," the Guardian muttered softly to itself. "Turns out I wasn’t thinking about protecting you. You fighting alone out there like this is very dangerous."

"You’ve thought quite a lot about it," Feng Jun waved his hands repeatedly at that. "Over there I have more than enough means to protect myself. If you give me even more protection, you’ll just end up spoiling me... a cultivator can’t get addicted to comfort."

"This isn’t just about you," the Guardian muttered under its breath, "All right, you go back first."

The next moment, Feng Jun returned to the surface again, but this time, he arrived in Chaoyang County.

What did the Guardian send me here for? He had no idea what the other party had in mind and thought something had happened that he didn’t know about, so he went to ask his parents.

Last time he left, it was dusk in the Alps Mountains, and now in Chaoyang the sky was just barely getting light.

Feng Jun’s parents were early risers and were already awake. Seeing their son show up first thing in the morning, they were a bit baffled.

The three of them chatted for a bit and realized there was nothing serious going on, but Feng Wenhui mentioned that Wenxian Manor was about to gain two more households.

One was Feng Jun’s uncle’s family. Feng Wencheng was still working his post, so his household registration hadn’t been transferred yet, but his wife and son had already moved their registration over.

Feng Jun’s relationship with his cousin was so-so; mainly, Gazi was pretty close with his family. And Feng Wenhui’s idea was that he hoped his younger brother and nephew could also follow along and cultivate.

Feng Jun didn’t really care either way. He could accept his dad bringing his uncle’s family into the village, but as for cultivation resources, he wasn’t going to provide any more. That was something his dad, mom, and even Gazi would have to worry about.

It wasn’t that he didn’t value family ties; he just worried about spoiling people rotten. Earlier, his cultivation resources hadn’t been fully stable yet, so he couldn’t spare much thought for his uncle’s family. Once things settled down for him, he did start thinking about them, and then his dad went ahead and brought them into the village.

In Feng Jun’s view, he should first give them resources to cultivate with, and not rush the move into the village. But his dad moved them first, so if he then provided resources, it would be way too nice to his uncle’s family.

Anyway, having his dad provide resources was the same thing. Feng Wenhui had never gone to Kunhao, nor did he have any channels over there to earn resources, so all his cultivation resources came from his son.

Feng Jun’s thinking was: Dad, since you’re willing to play the good cop, then just keep playing it. If you end up spoiling them, I, the son, can come out later and play the bad cop; there’ll be time enough for that.

What was a bit awkward was that although Feng Jun’s cousin was four years younger than him, the guy already had a kid old enough to be tagging along everywhere. Every time Zhang Junyi thought of that, she would look at Feng Jun with a rather strange expression.

The other new resident wasn’t an outsider either, but Zhang Junyi’s younger female cousin. The two had been very close as kids, and later the cousin got into university and was assigned to work in the Northeast, so their contact dwindled. Now that she heard her older cousin had set up a village, she applied to move back.