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Chapter 463: Chapter 463: The Art of Falling Thunder (Third Update, Asking for Monthly Pass)

Today’s spectacle had caught Gao Qiang completely off guard; this staunch opponent of mystifying Chinese medicine had become thoroughly flabbergasted.

He had to ask Feng Jun, “Master, was that lightning something you conjured up?”

Feng Jun gave him a glance and flashed a slight smile before turning and walking away without giving an answer.

But his lack of denial was an answer in itself—he hadn’t denied it.

Of course, when it came to the questions from the three women, Feng Jun couldn’t avoid giving an answer.

After returning to the backyard, Feng Jun had just entered the pavilion when Feng Jing followed closely behind, with the Zhang family sisters right on her heels.

All three were brimming with curiosity; the fact that they had managed to wait until now was already quite remarkable.@@novelbin@@

Wang Haifeng, Xu Leigang, and Lu Xiaoning stood at a distance, craning their necks with curiosity, but their relationship with the master was different from that of the three women, so they had to be mindful of proprieties.

Feng Jun thought for a moment that there should not be too much difference between the treatments of men and women, so he raised his hand and called the three of them over as well.

“Since everyone is here, I’ll speak plainly. The technique I used today is a Daoist Technique named Falling Thunder Technique. Currently, I don’t have any cultivation techniques for men to directly pursue the cultivation path. You three focus on martial cultivation for now. Once your martial arts achievements are great enough, I will help you devise a Daoist Technique cultivation method,” he said.

All six had considered this possibility, but hearing him openly admit it still left them somewhat dumbfounded—so it really was his doing?

After a moment of silence, Feng Jing was the first to break the quiet, “If lightning can be controlled, then… what about time?”

Feng Jun looked at her intently before shaking his head after some thought, “Immortality is very difficult, but prolonging life should be possible.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, and then Zhang Caixin spoke up, “How high must one’s cultivation level be to learn the Falling Thunder Technique?”

Feng Jun answered again, “Even if you completely master the technique I gave you, it won’t be enough; you will need to reach a higher realm.”

After the two women asked their questions, Wang Haifeng finally spoke, “Master, what qualifies as a great achievement in martial arts?”

“Breaking through the Innate barrier,” answered Feng Jun clearly, “being able to briefly levitate… Focus on your cultivation for now, and if you can break through to Innate, that’s great. If not, I’ll see if I can come up with something in the future.”

“Brief levitation?” Xu Leigang exclaimed, “Doesn’t that mean you can fly?”

“Does it seem strange to you?” Feng Jun smiled, then his body slowly rose off the ground, taking step by step forward, and with each step growing higher. After about thirty steps, he was over three meters above the ground.

“Wow,” Wang Haifeng gasped, taken aback by the sight, “and here I thought I was doing pretty well with my cultivation. To think I’m so far behind the master… and this isn’t even considered cultivating the Daoist way?”

Feng Jun’s figure wavered and he floated back, speaking with a smile, “Actually, martial cultivation has its own merits, you’ll understand in time.”

After saying this, he paused before adding, “However, I must remind you, cultivation resources are limited… It’s best not to spread word about this.”

“That’s for sure,” Gazi was the first to express support; he was the fastest among the three men to reach the status of High-Rank Martial Warrior, which immensely boosted the confidence of someone who often felt bullied as a child.

He spoke through gritted teeth, “If anyone dares to leak this, even if Brother Jun you don’t care, I won’t let them off.”

This guy… Xu Leigang thought to himself, no wonder people call you Gazi, you really are a few strings short.

You won’t leak it—but don’t you consider letting your parents live a few more years?

Of course, these were Fatty Xu’s musings; his parents had passed away early, and his relationship with his siblings was so-so. They were certainly family and blood ties couldn’t be severed, but the closeness was debatable.

After all, Xu Leigang had grown up in Funiu, while his brothers and sisters had long since moved to the capital.

Xu Leigang did have some intentions of securing some benefits for the Little Princess and his beloved wife, but for now, he had to set those thoughts aside.

Feng Jing, however, was visibly upset—she really had wanted to secure something for her mother, which now seemed impossible.

After another silence, Wang Haifeng spoke up again, “Master, how many years does it take to break through to Innate?”

Feng Jun looked at him earnestly, “It varies, but for someone like you… if you can’t break through to Innate within twenty years, you don’t need to force yourself.”

“Twenty years…” Wang Haifeng quietly repeated and then nodded silently.

Not long after they spoke, rain started to drizzle from the sky again.

“We’ll go to the bamboo forest to cultivate,” the three male disciples said as they bid farewell, the prospect of cultivation greatly spurring them on.

Even if they didn’t pursue the Daoist path, achieving Innate and being able to fly about—wouldn’t that be spectacular?

Feng Jun nodded, reminding them, “Don’t be in too much of a hurry, take it slowly.”

With the three men gone, the three women looked at each other, and after a while, Sister Hong sighed with a tinge of regret, “So, I’m still that far from Daoist Techniques?”

“It’s already pretty good, right?” Feng Jun smiled and spoke nonchalantly, “In all of Huaxia, how many people know that Daoist techniques truly exist?”

“You should consider yourself lucky just to hear such news!” Feng Jun seated himself cross-legged and chuckled, “I used up quite a bit of spiritual energy today; I need to recover.”

Sister Hong was stimulated today; she even wanted to drag him to do yoga. Seeing the situation, she could only give up the idea.

The next day was still overcast. Early in the morning, Sister Hong, Zhang Caixin, Xu Leigang, and Wang Haifeng left, clearly aiming to finalize the events of yesterday and prevent the master from leaving Zhengyang.

After much effort—which was really mostly from Yuan Zihao, with his connections proving their worth—if he had suffered a loss yesterday, perhaps the matter would have ended there. But he hadn’t, and the situation was still at a standstill, so his stance was very important.

Under his scrutiny, a deputy director from the provincial police department personally called the Chaoge City Bureau: “What kind of procedure is this when you guys issue a subpoena? You steal other people’s stuff and then frame them with a car accident?”

“You claim you’re not framing anyone? Well, that’s just great. Please explain to me, what does the person you’ve subpoenaed have to do with the car accident that warrants sending dozens of people to arrest them?”

This question hit the nail on the head—the connection between Feng Jun and the accident couldn’t be denied, but with the information currently at hand, at most, he was just present at the scene and could be questioned. Arresting him was going a bit too far.

Especially when it involved dozens of people and crossing regions to make the arrest—on what grounds do you do this?

The Chaoge side didn’t have much to explain, simply stating that there might have been some miscommunication. Our people suffered heavy losses yesterday and also failed to capture the other party.

Since the provincial department stepped in, we will temporarily cease the arrest. As for our people, we hope they can be returned quickly.

The attitude from Chaoge was clear, this time the surprise attack failed, and we admit defeat, but whether this case is closed… remains to be seen.

The deputy director from the provincial department was very displeased, but there was nothing he could do about it. He wasn’t the direct superior of the others, plus, it was common for local interests not to show face to others when they had their own demands.

However, the deputy director was a ruthless man; he straightforwardly told the person entrusted to him: “They don’t show Elder Yuan any respect and even say that Funiu isn’t part of the capital… Regardless, Zhengyang can interrogate for a few more days. There’s no hurry to release them—I’ll notify them.”

While Chaoge stubbornly resisted, who could easily ignore the face of the deputy director?

The day was still gloomy. Feng Jun finished meditating at noon and came to the front building just in time for lunch.

Gazi informed him that a few more families had come to the gate to offer incense, relatives of those poisoned yesterday. The Lang Family had even brought over a cauldron for everyone to use for burning high-grade incense.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun felt a headache coming on, “Shi Shi, arrange for someone to move that cauldron away… Tell them, I can’t be bothered because it’s overcast these days, but this place is for planting trees and forests. If they start a fire, I won’t let it go.”

Li Shishi’s eyes twinkled, “How about this? If someone wants to thank President Feng, they can plant a bamboo near the mountain gate. Would that be okay?”

Li Xiaobin heard this and couldn’t help but roll his eyes: What a sycophant.

Feng Jun thought that the little greeter’s suggestion was quite sensible. The two bamboo woods in the estate were somewhat of an eyesore, and if others knew that President Feng liked bamboo, that could explain it away.

While they were speaking, Yuan Zihao stormed over, fuming, “What a bunch of bastards; if I hadn’t retired, I would have made a direct call to the Governor of Funiu!”

“I say, just cripple two of them,” Yuan Huapeng spoke with murderous intent, “Lei Gang could handle this matter.”

His own father had almost been taken into custody and couldn’t recover face; no one could tolerate such humiliation.

“There’s no need for sneaky maneuvers,” Yuan Zihao shook his head, “Just be direct and express my suspicions about their motives—could they have been targeting me… I must uncover the mastermind.”

This was like placing a hat on someone’s head. With his status, being plotted against amounted to a challenge to the whole system—even though he had retired, he was once a central committee member.

“You’re retired, remember?” Yuan Huapeng felt somewhat helpless. His father sometimes just couldn’t see the situation clearly, “Dad, you were also a decisive man in your day, with dozens of lives under your command.”

“How can it be the same?” Yuan Zihao gave him a dissatisfied look, “We are trying to build a society governed by law now.”

To tell the truth, those who lived through his era really had no Mother Teresa complex. They had seen too many deaths, much like those from the mobile phone plane; when they met someone who deserved to be killed, they would not hesitate to act.

“Pfft,” Yuan Huapeng snorted disdainfully, “Was what happened yesterday befitting of a society governed by law?”

Yuan Zihao was suddenly at a loss for words…

Meanwhile, Xu Leigang was drinking with someone. In the midst of clinking cups, he finally spoke up, “Director Zhang, since you’re brother to my comrade-in-arms, I have a small favor to ask… I need to rely on your care.”

“Director Xu, if you’re going to talk like that, it’s being too formal,” the lean Director Zhang chuckled dryly, “We’re brotherly units, with military and civilians being one family.”

“I’m not one for empty words,” Fatty Xu reached for the briefcase beside him and unzipped it with a swoosh, revealing stacks of red bills inside, “Here’s two hundred thousand, consider it a token of hard work from a brother to you.”

Director Zhang’s eyes narrowed, looking at him skeptically, “Director Xu, what do you mean by this?”

Xu Leigang bared a grin, “No other meaning, there’s someone who has offended my master.”

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