Big Data Cultivation - Chapter 76 - Chapter 76: Chapter 76: You're in Charge of the Coup de Grace

Chapter 76: Chapter 76: You’re in Charge of the Coup de Grace

Seeing the package torn open, Lang Zhen’s heart sank.

He knew all too well that Feng Jun’s package contained many odd trinkets that could easily arouse others’ envy.

But the next moment, he was dumbfounded: inside several packages were neatly stacked packs of cigarettes and a few changes of clothes; beyond that, there was nothing else.

There were barely seven or eight lighters scattered around.

“Impossible,” Jia Xingwang was the first to cry out loud, his behavior bordering on insanity, “Where are the Spiritual Hedgehog’s quills, how could they disappear?”

Lao Liu took four or five minutes to figure out the purpose of those goods and, to tell the truth, aside from the few lighters, he really didn’t find anything else impressive.

However, there were two smokers among the knights who, upon tearing open the cigarette packs and taking a puff, praised the flavor after only two breaths.

Seeing this, the young man in blue also felt a pang of disappointment, casting a sidelong glance at Feng Jun, “Are these the things you were protecting with your life?”

Feng Jun’s face turned an unsightly shade. In fact, he had just swapped several backpacks and a motorcycle back to reality, trading them for a few packs of cigarettes. Thinking about the energy points he had spent, his teeth itched with irritation.

To the Thirteenth Young Master’s question, he merely gave a cold look and offered no response.

A man can be killed, but not humiliated, with the emphasis on not being humiliated. As for the value of the things he was protecting, that was irrelevant.

Thirteenth Young Master was somewhat angered by that gaze, and, vaguely guessing the other’s intentions, he let out a cold laugh, “Seize all this stuff for now, take it back to Yangshan and hand it over to the county office for a thorough investigation… and take these two back as well.”

Feng Jun remained silent, and Lang Zhen, who had initially been indignant, saw that even the cultivator didn’t make a sound, so he simply shut his mouth as well.

However, seeing this, Jia Xingwang became anxious, “My lords, Lang Zhen is an honest man, he was merely misled by the spy of this mountain bandit.”

He was trying to salvage his image in front of the future Mount Tai, yet Lone Wolf showed no interest in even glancing at him.

“Misled?” Lao Liu’s interest was piqued by this remark, “Tell me more?”

When he learned that Lang Zhen had left the army to get by in the Escort Bureau, he no longer saw this man as worth noticing—the Escort Bureau wasn’t frightful. It was backing from the army that made the Gu Family apprehensive.

Now that he knew Lone Wolf had been beguiled by a foreigner to become a follower, he couldn’t help being curious.

But Jia Xingwang also knew that some of Feng Jun’s peculiarities could not be revealed, such as the Divine Doctor’s techniques.

Otherwise, the Gu Family might change their initial intentions and seek to ally with the Divine Doctor—after all, no powerful force wanted to offend a doctor. So he vaguely spoke about Feng Jun’s actions, focusing primarily on depicting the status of the Jia Family and the Lang Family in Small Lake Village, including how the two families were about to become relatives through marriage, only to have this foreigner stir up trouble.

As they huddled together chatting, Feng Jun and Lang Zhen sat more than a hundred meters away from them on a rock.

The knights didn’t bother guarding the two men; they had horses and weren’t worried about them running away.

In fact, even Lao Liu believed that if these two managed to escape, there was no need to chase them—devouring the other party’s goods would suffice. If the other party did have some significant background, it wouldn’t be seen as a serious offense.

Lang Zhen and Feng Jun were whispering at this moment, “Why don’t you reveal your identity? The Gu Family certainly wouldn’t dare to provoke a cultivator.”

Feng Jun glanced at him, but instead of explaining, he simply responded indifferently, “I have my considerations.”

Unluckily, Lone Wolf had quite the imagination and took a liking to this mystery. You won’t tell me the reason? I can imagine it, he thought.

Was it that Doctor Feng lacked physical training and was poor in close combat? Or did the Feng Family have rules that their juniors couldn’t claim the title of cultivator when venturing out for experience? Or perhaps, cultivators needed to endure such masochistic trials in order to accumulate worldly insights?

As he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard Feng Jun speak again, “What do you think the consequences would be if we go to Yangshan and I don’t reveal my identity?”

Lang Zhen pulled back his thoughts and shot him an annoyed glance, “I don’t know what you’re worried about, but I can assure you, if you were an ordinary person, the chances of entering Yangshan County Office alive are slim… they’d kill you with one stroke, how much trouble would that save?”

Feng Junruo thoughtfully looked at him, “So, you’re saying that after we leave Yangning, we’ll be in danger?”

Lang Zhen shook his head helplessly with a small laugh, “If I weren’t here, you’d already be in danger, why wait to leave Yangning? They’re worried they can’t contain me. If I escaped, I would spread word of their crimes… if you were an ordinary person.”

Actually… I really am an ordinary person, Feng Jun mused silently, before speaking as if struck by a thought, “So, I have no choice but to kill these people?”

Lang Zhen fell silent, not expecting Feng Jun to be such a tender-hearted person.

But then he came to a realization: it was precisely such people who needed experience.

So he nodded slightly, “Better you kill them than they kill you, offending a cultivator is a capital offense, after all.”

Feng Jun glanced sidelong at him, “Then, the finishing blow is up to you?” “Finish him off?” Lang Zhen first blinked in astonishment, then nodded decisively, squeezing two chilling sentences through his teeth, “Don’t let a single one get away… including Jia Xingwang.”

People in this realm really do have a strong desire to kill, Feng Jun muttered to himself.

Though he felt no repulsion in his heart; indeed, he had been holding onto his anger firmly. Ever since he had humbly picked up copper coins, he had inwardly sworn: I will definitely reclaim this humiliation.

Furthermore, if he couldn’t make a name for himself, even with Lang Zhen’s wild imagination, doubts would inevitably arise—how could there be such a weak cultivator?

As an outsider, coming across someone as experienced and unquestioningly trusting as Lang Zhen was truly not easy. Even if just for Lang Zhen’s sake, he needed to display thunderous might.

In fact, Feng Jun wasn’t someone obsessed with moral purity; it was just that he came from a modern society with a well – ordered morality, and he needed some psychological adjustment before he could wipe out so many people at once.

For instance, picking up coins, or enduring whippings, he had been silently accumulating his own value of hatred.

Having understood this, he muttered softly, “Make sure to cover your ears when I tell you to.”

Cover his ears? Lang Zhen blinked, and then a look of wonder gradually appeared in his eyes—was he about to witness a technique?

He glanced at his severed arm with difficulty, trying to cover his ear… fortunately, he could just manage it.

After trying it out, an uncontrollable excitement began to flourish in his heart. Suppressing the thrill, he asked softly, “Are you… going to use a technique?” That would be a cultivator’s technique! Even with Lang Zhen’s extensive experience, he had only heard about it. No one he had met had the honor of witnessing it firsthand.

Feng Jun smiled faintly, answering casually, “What it is doesn’t matter. Just listen to me later on.”

Lang Zhen nodded slightly, “I understand. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely not hold you back.”

While they whispered to each other, of course the Knights of the Gu Family could not be fooled, but they didn’t care. Before absolute strength, all tricks and schemes were laughable—who would concern themselves with the feelings of ants?

To be honest, if Feng Jun had not acted so defiant, and if Lang Zhen didn’t possess an impressive cultivation level, that sixth knight would probably have picked up his whip again and given them another harsh lashing—in our presence, you dare to whisper?

When it was around nine in the evening, the Knights of the Gu Family began to rest. They posted two lookouts, one overt and one covert, still disregarding Feng Jun and the rest. However, Jia Xingwang, that bastard, mingled with the Gu Family’s knights.

Feng Jun picked the right moment to whisper, “Follow me; let’s goby that vehicle.”

The two got up and walked towards the motorbike, unhurriedly.

The Gu Family’s knights had already inspected the motorbike. They admired the vehicle’s ingenuity and were deeply puzzled that such an excellent creation was only used for transportation—did a cargo vehicle need to be made so well? However, their relationship with Feng Jun was terrible, so they had no expectation for him to clear things up. But one could imagine that once they entered Yangshan County, Feng Jun wouldn’t have a choice but to explain, whether he wanted to or not.

The obvious lookout was somewhat wary of their movement, asking alertly, “What are you two doing?”

Hearing that, others turned their heads to see what was happening.

Lang Zhen, however, calmly replied, “Need to relieve ourselves. We should find a secluded place, right?”

The lookout felt something was off and immediately shouted, pointing, “Stop right there, go over there!”

Yet Lang Zhen answered unconcernedly, “There’s toilet paper on the vehicle; surely you can let us take a bit?”

Toilet paper existed in this realm, but it was a luxury. Villagers from Small Lake Village like him generally couldn’t afford such things.

Feng Jun’s backpack contained seven or eight rolls of sanitary paper, something the Gu Family’s knights had seen. The white rolls were so much more refined than the realm’s yellowish brown toilet paper.

It was exactly because of these little luxuries that Gu Family’s Thirteenth Young Master had been wary, not daring to turn hostile on the spot. Instead, he preferred to wait until they were back on his turf to deal with them.

Feng Jun arrived at the motorbike, pulled out a key, inserted it, and then straddled the bike, without forgetting to whisper urgently, “Jump on!”

Hearing that, Lang Zhen was momentarily stunned but then without a second thought, leaped aboard… landing directly on Feng Jun’s neck.

He had been wary of the technique, but his body, weighing over a hundred kilos, still caused Feng Jun to lurch forward.

“There’s a seat behind me!” Feng Jun yelled, his frustration peaking as he started the motorbike and turned on the headlight, “Hold tight to me!”

Lang Zhen’s agility was no joke. With a quick movement, he slid back behind Feng Jun and firmly sat in the seat.

Beneath the glare of the headlight, the motorbike roared to life, and Feng Jun sped away with Lang Zhen.

“Holy shit!” The cigarette fell from the lookout’s mouth. His jaws dropped, eyes widened, “What is… is that a Spirit Beast?”

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