Chapter 270: Chapter 267: 267: The Northern Garden Yields

Lord Beiyuan finally ended up dragging Tian Yangni along to converse with Feng Jun.

Before this, the Tian Family had almost completely broken with Lord Beiyuan, but it’s undeniable: kinship is kinship.

Alright, that might sound a bit nonsensical. The truth of the matter is, the Tian Family was too weak to dare to thoroughly offend Lord Beiyuan.

At first, they could ignore Lord Beiyuan’s summons and wholeheartedly follow Feng Jun, which was already the biggest bet they could make.

It was precisely because it was a high-stakes gamble that the second High-Rank Martial Master of the Tian Family had not yet appeared—this was the Tian Family’s last chance to turn the tables, so they really couldn’t afford to go all-in.

Looking at it now, the Tian Family had made the right bet, but they didn’t want to completely offend Lord Beiyuan to death, which was the wisdom of clan survival.

Holding on to an Immortal’s coattails, can you then ignore everyone else? That’s just ridiculous.

What if Feng Jun left one day? Immortals have no obligatory duties toward mortals, not even for those clans that have Immortals—after all, the Immortals will eventually cut off worldly ties.

Of course, Feng Jun could flatten Lord Beiyuan Mansion and then leave.

But Lord Beiyuan is not just an Earl; he’s also a member of the nobility’s order of precedence. Could his misery be ignored by other nobles?

—If I don’t speak for others, eventually there will be no one to speak for me. This is the simplest karmic philosophy.

So, although the Tian Family won the bet, they still couldn’t disregard Lord Beiyuan’s request.

Tian Yangni, taking advantage of his familiarity with Feng Jun, stood at a distance, gestured to him, and spoke with a wink, “Divine Doctor, I’ve found something good here, please come and take a look.”

Feng Jun stood up and walked over while the Princely Heir glanced at the eunuch beside him and asked softly, “Can we leave now?”

He wanted to interact more with the Immortal but was also afraid of any complications, on top of feeling somewhat vexed about the task at hand.

The eunuch shook his head with a gloomy whisper, “They’ve captured your birth details, where can you go if you leave?”

The Princely Heir was rather unreconciled and retorted softly, “He may not necessarily be able to do anything, right?”

Even at this point, he was still somewhat proud of his identity. Although Immortals were lofty, he had seen Immortals more than once or twice and wasn’t especially fearful.

Furthermore, to harm someone based merely on their name, birth details, and location, such methods are hardly within most Immortals’ capabilities.

The eunuch chuckled bitterly and shook his head, “Princely Heir, even if you’re willing to gamble, I’m not… Besides, if they had no means, why bother calculating your birth details?”

What he didn’t know was that the ability to use birth details was a new feature developed by the Stone Ring after its evolution.

Hearing this, the Princely Heir sighed; if you don’t dare to bet, what’s the point of me betting!

If the Princely Heir were to be harmed, the eunuch would surely be put to death by the Duke’s Mansion, but as far as the Princely Heir was concerned, it mattered little whether the eunuch lived or died. The key issue was, I don’t want to die!

So he could only sigh despondently, “Let’s see how the negotiations with those surnamed Zhu are going.”

Tian Yangni summoned Feng Jun over and indeed made a small discovery; he found a Small Gourd at the scene which contained a black powder. He recognized it as the notorious “Bewitching Heart Poison Powder.”

Bewitching Heart Poison Powder could evaporate into the air, becoming a colorless, tasteless gas. Ordinary people exposed to it would experience delusions, feel weak in their limbs, have their perception of the external world impaired, and become dull and senseless.

This substance is fundamentally a hallucinogen. Its infamy stems from its ability to harm unsuspectingly and difficultly to guard against; even Immortals might fall for it.

At that moment, Lang Zhen also approached, “Divine Doctor, on one of the arms, I found a pair of Ice Silk Gloves.”

He was truly meticulous in scouring the battlefield and had first discovered the Flood Dragon Silk Soft Armor on the body of an Innate Expert, followed by the Ice Silk Gloves, which are also top-notch defensive equipment. With these gloves, one could even snatch a blade barehanded.

Unfortunately, no matter how strong the Ice Silk Gloves were, they couldn’t withstand omnipresent shockwaves. Despite possessing treasures, the person was still blown to bits.

“Clean them up before discussing it,” Feng Jun felt repelled by the gore, “You can wear those Flood Dragon Silk Soft Armors. I’ve been wondering, when did Flood Dragon Silk Soft Armor become a standard issue for Innate Experts?”

He himself was wearing a Flood Dragon Silk Soft Armor—a gift from Luo Wendao. Yet today, that Innate Expert was also wearing one. Otherwise, the man might have been blown to pieces.

“Flood Dragon Silk Soft Armors have indeed become more common in recent years,” someone chimed in.

Everyone turned their heads to see, and it was Lord Beiyuan explaining with a smile on his face, “It is said that Yunmeng Marsh saw the emergence of several spiritual flood dragons, which were hunted down one after another… Due to their lightness and durability, they have become quite favored by Innate Experts, almost every one of them owning it.”

Lang Zhen frowned and retorted with disgust, “Did the Divine Doctor ask you? Mind your own business!”

Among those present, aside from Feng Jun, it was inappropriate for others to reprimand Lord Beiyuan, so Lone Wolf had to take on the task.

Anyway, he was not afraid of Lord Beiyuan, the serious matter at hand was to closely follow the Divine Doctor, and of course, he needed to be ready to charge into battle.

Lord Beiyuan was scolded into a daze, and after being stunned for a moment, he squeezed out a smile on his face, which looked a bit forced, but it also didn’t seem like he bore any grudges.

The appearance and aura of Lord Beiyuan were actually quite imposing, but when Feng Jun saw his sheepish smile and the deliberately pleasing manner, he felt that this character’s image had somewhat collapsed—not expecting that a man with bushy eyebrows and big eyes could also become XX.

Just then, Second Young Master Yu came over with a middle-aged man, loudly complaining, “Divine Doctor, you’re really unfair, stirring up such a big scene and not giving advance notice.”

Feng Jun didn’t have a great impression of this person, but since the other party had always offered to help, it was in times of adversity that true feelings were revealed, so he responded with a smile, “Didn’t Lang Zhen ask you all to stand back?”

“I hinted for them to back off,” Lang Zhen felt slightly wronged, “I even specifically opened a betting pool, and Second Young Master Yu placed his bets… It was only later that he moved forward, and I couldn’t stop him, right?”

“I stepped forward thinking of lending a hand at the critical moment,” Second Young Master Yu said earnestly, looking at Feng Jun, “I really came to help you.”

Feng Jun burst into laughter, “You’re worried that your family’s generator has broken down and there’s no one to repair it, aren’t you?”

Second Young Master Yu’s eyes bulged out in anger, “You… you’re too much!”

“Just kidding,” Feng Jun said with a slight smile, then straightened his face and spoke seriously, “We were fighting; anything could happen, so you shouldn’t have come that close.”

Second Young Master Yu became even more angry and shouted, “If I were too far from you, I wouldn’t be able to save you in time if something happened.”

Feng Jun shook his head, half amused and half helpless, “That’s because your cultivation level isn’t high enough. If you were an Innate Expert, standing farther back would be fine… Since your cultivation level isn’t high, being that close is too dangerous.”

Heaven and earth as witness, his words were meant to speak to the facts. Since the other party had honestly intended to rescue someone, he definitely would appreciate it, and most importantly, he knew she might really have the ability to save someone—this person had an Invisibility Talisman.

Second Young Master Yu felt extremely wronged, “I say, Divine Doctor, you’re powerful, but that doesn’t mean you can belittle others, right?”

At this remark, Feng Jun had no response, only managing to helplessly glance at the middle-aged man beside him.

But with just one look, he was taken aback: Was this…disguised?

He silently noted this in his heart, then turned to look at Lord Beiyuan, speaking coldly, “You have advised me, regardless of your purpose, so now… I’ll give you a chance to explain.”

Lord Beiyuan looked around in discomfort and suggested, “Could we… talk somewhere else?”

Tian Yangni spoke out without hesitation, “Tian Family Disciples, step back, go about your business.”

He could guess that Lord Beiyuan was about to share some confidential information, which could potentially damage his image, making it naturally inappropriate to discuss in front of relatives, especially with many younger members present.

Hearing this, the Tian Family Disciples dispersed, with even Tian Lewen leaving, leaving only the clan elder himself.

However, Lang Zhen and Second Young Master Yu ignored his command, only looking at Feng Jun: Should we leave?

Feng Jun also knew that this rascal had something secretive to say, but he genuinely didn’t mind if others overheard.

When you acted all high and mighty towards me, did you consider my feelings? Since you didn’t, why should I consider yours? Respect is mutual, not one-sided.

Seeing that the few people around him had no intention of leaving, and without any reaction from Feng Jun, Lord Beiyuan could only sigh and speak gravely, “Divine Doctor, I too was deceived, overestimating myself and hoping to ingratiate myself with the Yongyi Duke… but I truly didn’t intend any harm towards you.”

Feng Jun looked at him expressionlessly, showing no reaction.

Lang Zhen, on the other hand, furrowed his brows and spoke with impatience, “What’s the point? The Divine Doctor wants to hear the events, not your attitude… do you think we are interested in your feelings now? Let the entire story speak for itself.”

A twitch appeared at the corner of Lord Beiyuan’s mouth as he looked expressionlessly at the one-armed middle-aged man, feeling some displeasure in his heart.

Such disabled veterans were all too common in the first half of his life; a mere low-ranking martial master, who gave you the courage to speak to me like that?

Lang Zhen sensed the resentment emanating from the Earl but was indifferent—it’s just pressure; if you can’t handle that, do you even deserve the name Lone Wolf?

Instead, he prompted with a poker face, “You should understand the consequences of making things up… I’m just giving you a warning. Of course, if you think you’re brave enough, you can try your luck in deceiving the Divine Doctor.”

This prompt brought Lord Beiyuan back to full sobriety; notwithstanding his status as an earl, if he angered an Immortal, he could very well be annihilated on the spot, and the Imperial Court wouldn’t react.

True, to an Immortal, there is not much difference between an Earl and a commoner—although the Yongyi Duke’s status may be considered somewhat more honorable.

Thus, he adjusted his mood, saluted Lone Wolf with a fist, and spoke pleasantly, “Thank you for the reminder. I’ve already made one mistake; I certainly won’t make a second one…”