Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 576: Chapter 576: Reckless and Rash

Feng Jun had to admit that when he heard the conversation, he was utterly baffled—why was Zhuang Haoyun trying to force his way through the mountain gate?

And why would Feng Jing show up there?

Fortunately, he was less than a kilometer away from the mountain gate, with a motorbike at hand.

He didn’t know what was happening at the scene, but Feng Jing saw everything clearly.

She had to leave for work in the afternoon and timed her departure perfectly. As she was driving out of the gate, she saw a middle-aged man getting out of his car and hurriedly running towards the gate.

The mountain gate of Luohua Manor was an automatic gate, only about one and a half meters tall, mainly to prevent vehicles from entering. It was not very effective at keeping people out; whether climbing over or bypassing it from the side, neither was very difficult.

The middle-aged man got out of his car and ran inside, clearly aware that his own car wouldn’t easily get through the gate.

However, Feng Jing recognized the man, who had been at the manor a few days ago; she didn’t know his name but seemed to remember him bringing his son to seek medical help, and Feng Jun had intervened, even lending them a coach bus for accommodation.

The man was running for his life toward the gate, and since she had just left, the gate hadn’t completely closed yet.

But the next moment, she saw a small car roaring from a distance, speeding towards the gate as if intending to break through.

Most automatic retractable gates are for show, and Luohua Manor’s was no exception—a car could definitely break through it—provided the driver didn’t care about damaging the vehicle and had the nerve to ram it.

Feng Jing, outraged at this sight, pointed at the approaching car and directly ejected an item.

Not to say she was often indulgent, but it was actually the case; her little Storage Ring was packed with various foods, clothes, cosmetics… it even had natural gas and stoves.

There were even rattan chairs, sun umbrellas, and sleeping bags, stuffing the two-plus cubic meters of space nearly full.

Seeing the car was about to crash into the gate, she threw caution to the wind and tossed out an iron pot—if she didn’t act, not only would the gate be damaged, but the man’s life could be in danger.

The approaching vehicle was a BMW, a model with solid German lineage, quite sturdy and built to withstand impacts.

The driver, not giving a damn about the gate, was about to ram through without hesitation when suddenly, something was hurled from the car opposite him.

The driver instinctively tapped the brakes, then swerved, causing the car’s wheels to squarely run over the iron pot.

Feng Jing, of all the possible choices, had thrown out an iron pot, which caused one side of the BMW to bounce up abruptly, and combined with the braking action, the car skidded and flipped onto its side.

Due to the excessive kinetic energy, the overturned car even rolled over once on the ground.

Feng Jing didn’t rush off anymore; what’s done is done by one person alone, so she simply stopped her car and coldly watched the BMW.

The BMW’s door opened, and four people crawled out, one after another—three men and one woman.

Surprisingly, all four were dressed in Taoist robes and topped with Daoist crowns.

Feng Jing was astonished at this scene, her cherry lips slightly parted—Taoists driving a BMW?

By now, the mountain gate was completely closed, and the spike strips were turned up. Two guards took out their rubber sticks, standing guard with fierce determination.

The four Taoists were still dazed for a moment. Some checked the condition of the car, some examined the gate and the spike strips on the ground. Realizing they couldn’t force their way through, they turned their heads and glared at Feng Jing fiercely.

Teacher Mei had already raised her car window, blocking the others from her. She had done her part; fighting wasn’t her business.

Luckily, by then, Feng Jun had also arrived. He parked his motorbike, surveyed the scene, and glanced at the four Taoists. His brows furrowed, he spoke gravely, “What happened?”

The first to report were the two gate guards, who recounted the whole incident without any exaggeration.

After listening, Feng Jun instructed them to open the mountain gate halfway, stepped outside himself, gave the four Taoists a once-over, and demanded in a stern voice, “Why did you try to ram my gate?”

The BMW didn’t hit the gate, but Feng Jun wasn’t worried they would deny it—there were six surveillance cameras at the gate.

Moreover, he didn’t need to check the footage; a car wouldn’t have flipped like that with any less momentum.

A younger Taoist, probably just over twenty, shouted at Feng Jun, “Why? Don’t you know? Your people stole our things!”

“What?” Feng Jun’s brow furrowed slightly; he had considered various possibilities, but he had not anticipated such an answer.

“Never mind that for now!” Another voice spoke up, this one belonging to a short, fat Taoist, who furiously glared at Feng Jing’s car, “You’ve wrecked our car, how will you compensate us?”

Then he wiped his mouth, showing a hand stained with crimson, “And you’ve injured me!”

This was a typical absence of common sense, and Feng Jun let out a cold laugh, “Compensate? You will get nothing. Who asked you to try and ram into my gate? You’d deserve it even if you died!”

This kind of answer came to him naturally; nowadays in the Earth Realm, there weren’t many whom Master Feng needed to fear. He didn’t like to bully people without reason, but if anyone dared to act unreasonably with him, he would surely be even more unreasonable.

The young Taoist bristled at this, “Even if we did collide with your gate, does it warrant a life as compensation? The gate is inanimate, while people are living… Can you equate the two?”

“Cut it out,” just then, the tall gatekeeper spoke up, having witnessed the entire incident, “If we hadn’t forced your car to stop, Director Zhuang could have been killed by your driving!”

The short, stout Taoist burst into curses, “It would be better if he died, the thief stealing things!”

“Heh,” Feng Jun chuckled upon hearing this, “You’re quite slick with your double standards there. If someone else steals, they should die, but when you plan on crashing my gate, human life is more precious? You’re so full of yourself, does your teacher know?”

The young Taoist shouted back again, “We haven’t even crashed your gate yet, but he has already stolen our treasure!”

In the battle of words, why would Feng Jun be afraid of them? He was about to speak when an older Taoist among the four opened his mouth.

This person seemed to be in his forties, and although he had just experienced a car accident, he maintained a calm and concentrated demeanor reminiscent of a high-ranking cultivator. Unfortunately, his forehead had taken a heavy blow, and he kept rubbing it, somewhat spoiling his image.

He coldly said, “So, by saying this, does the young friend also admit that the thief is one of your people?”

Feng Jun frowned, disliking such chaotic scenes the most. Arguing with many people was simply too bothersome. He let out a bit of his aura, “Can you… choose someone to speak on your behalf?”

As soon as these words fell, the Daoist nun cried out in alarm, “You can’t leave! You caused the car accident!”

As it happened, Feng Jing had already arrived and when two more cars appeared on the mountain road behind her, she rolled down her window and waved at Feng Jun, indicating she was going to take a ride—after all, her unit had matters to attend to.

“Shut up!” Feng Jun scolded her softly, but used some Inner Qi in his voice—what he hated most was his woman being threatened, “If there’s any matter, direct it at me!”

The Daoist nun, roughly thirty and quite plump, felt her mind reel and her body slightly sway after his shout.

“Enough!” Seeing this, the middle-aged Taoist spoke with a cold face and an unusually sharp voice, which also seemed to carry a hint of Inner Qi, “This benefactor, I will take charge in this matter.”

In the meantime, Gao Qiang had rushed over with Di Aixin, and Gazi’s car was right behind—Lu Xiaoning had just advanced to the rank of martial master and couldn’t keep to his cultivation. He had been wandering around the construction site and the Bamboo Forest, which is why he arrived swiftly.

Then, the middle-aged Taoist began to explain the situation.

It turned out they were from the Maoshan Lineage, and two days ago, Zhuang Haoyun visited the Little Celestial Master.

The Little Celestial Master, although called so, was actually the Sect Leader of the Maoshan Sect. The two had been in contact before, and Zhuang Haoyun, wanting medical treatment for his son, had offered quite a sum as a donation.

Director Zhuang visited this time, wishing to have a look at the Mount Mao Ancestral Plaque. During his last visit for Zhuang Zesheng’s treatment, he had spotted the plaque and felt that the dense patterns on it were solemn and majestic.

Not many people knew about the Mount Mao Ancestral Plaque, which the Little Celestial Master treasured greatly. Director Zhuang insisted on the best treatment method the last time, spending half a million in donation money. The Little Celestial Master then bathed for three days and burned incense for three sticks of time before formally presenting the ancestral plaque.

However, the Ancestral Plaque did not cure Zhuang Zesheng’s illness.

This time, when Zhuang Haoyun went there, he again wanted to see the plaque.

Though the Maoshan Sect was a more secular branch of the Daoist Sect, and the plaque was revered, it was negotiable for the right donation.

But Zhuang Haoyun’s request this time was a bit too much, as he wanted to take the plaque away for a few days.

Of course, he also said the price was open for discussion, and if they were concerned, they could even send a master along.

The Little Celestial Master absolutely couldn’t agree to this request. Take the Ancestral Plaque away from Maoshan? This is our heritage and foundation, do you understand?

We Maoshan Sect may be involved in the Mortal World, but we are still on the Cultivation Path. Your request is a great insult to us!

If it weren’t for the face of past donations, I would have let you come but not depart!

Zhuang Haoyun was severely rebuffed and could only leave in frustration.

The Little Celestial Master didn’t mind. Many people these days, once wealthy, lose all sense of proportion, wanting to do as they please, failing to understand that not everything can be solved with money.

He didn’t think to be on guard—these days, the Heavenly Dao is in disarray, and people’s hearts are not what they once were. But precisely because of this, even the most audacious of people maintain a sense of reverence for the revered families of both Buddhist and Daoist Sects.

The Maoshan Sect might not be considered a top branch among the Daoist factions, but they were very well-known in their worldly practice.

The Little Celestial Master could never have dreamed that on that very night, thieves would break in, knock out two Taoists on night watch, and steal the Ancestral Plaque.

Come dawn, when it was discovered that disciples had been attacked, they initially thought they had lost donation money, only to be shocked to find that the Ancestral Plaque had been stolen.

Thus, disciples of Maoshan were dispatched immediately, determined to catch Zhuang Haoyun and retrieve the Ancestral Plaque.