Feng Jun went out to face his adversaries, so naturally, someone had to stay behind to guard the house.
Not to mention anything else, just the generator set and the surveillance system alone were quite expensive.
Lang Zhen followed Feng Jun, and Feifei and Huan Huan were taken away by the Tian Family membersâleaving the brother and sister at home served no purpose.
The Deng Family Brothers were left to guard the door. Initially, Tian Yangni wanted to leave two of his family disciples to assist in defense, but all the clan members wanted to witness the Divine Doctorâs true capabilities, and no one wished to stay behind.
In fact, any cultivator would not want to miss a battle between top-tier expertsâa confrontation between three High-Rank Martial Masters. Who could compare to that beneath the Innate level?
Some disciples even found excuses, suggesting that perhaps the Divine Doctor could use some people to wave flags and cheer for him.
After hearing about this, Feng Jun stated that he did not need the Tian Family Disciples to help with defense. The reason was simpleâif someone were to attack the courtyard, their strength would undoubtedly be formidable. With or without the Tian Family Disciples, it made little difference.
This statement was quite blunt, but it was the hard truth, and all Tian Yangni could do was nod in agreement with a smile tinged with helplessness.
Feng Jun did not care much about the items in his courtyard. Everything important he had temporarily moved back to his villa in Peach Blossom Valley. Even if someone forced their way in, aside from the items openly displayed, there would be no other gains.
He even specifically told the Deng Family Brothers that if petty thieves came, they could take action, but if the invaders were of overwhelming strength, they should just issue verbal warnings and not physically intercept. Remembering the invadersâ faces would be their greatest contribution.
Half an hour after he left, more than twenty people stormed in, at least five of whom were Martial Masters. They vaulted over the courtyard wall, opened the gate, and swarmed into each room.
The Deng Family Brothers shouted warnings multiple times, but did not step forward to stop them. Even so, they incurred dissatisfaction from the intruders. An Intermediate Level Martial Master raised his hand and injured both brothers, âDamn it, you two little brats, donât think I wonât kill you.â
After searching the house in vain and becoming frustrated with rage, they simply captured the two brothers and demanded to know where everything in the house had gone.
The process of interrogation was definitely not friendly; the Deng Family Brothers were beaten until their noses bled and their faces swelled.
Though the brothers were not skilled in cultivation, they were as tenacious as their father Elder Deng, and through gritted teeth, they challenged their captors to first clarify their origins if they dared.
By this time, Feng Jun was already trapped in the formation, and the attackers, thinking the situation was under control, proudly revealed themselves, âWho else could we be but the people of the Princely Heir?â
Feng Jun had several enemies, but only the Yongyi Dukeâs Princely Heir coveted his property. Lord Beiyuan was set on currying favor with the Yongyi Duke, and as for the Wonderful Hand Pavilion⦠the followers of the Princely Heir forbade those with unclean hands from entering.
Once they disclosed their identities, and were about to continue their torture, a loud explosion from afar shook the earth.
Then a Martial Artist assigned to keep watch ran over in panicââItâs over, weâre in big trouble, the Princely Heir has collided with a solid boardâ¦â
The leader of the group panicked at the news and even considered killing the two brothers to silence them.
However, the harsh reality reminded him: silencing them was easy, but could he escape the vengeance of an Immortal?
They could flee recklessly, but if the Immortal focused on the Princely Heir, it would not be difficult to get information on them.
Yet, if they did not silence the brothers, the same problem remained⦠Could they escape the vengeance of an Immortal?
Those present looked at each other, filled with immense regret for falling into such a deep trapâit was a severe pitfall.
Then, someone took the lead and shouted, âRunâ¦â
In an instant, the invaders fled without a trace, not bothering to untie the Deng Family Brothers.
After a while, two Intermediate Level Martial Masters arrived to inquire. They did not deny that the recent attackers were the Princely Heirâs menâdenying it at this point was meaningless and could be seen as an insult to the Immortalâs intelligence, the worst choice.
However, they emphasized that it was the men below who had recklessly speculated on the Princely Heirâs thoughts, and that they had acted on their own.
While explaining, they stepped forward to untie the Deng Family Brothers.
Elder Brother Deng was more conservative and let them untie him, while Deng Lao Er was not the submissive type. He hopped around, refusing to let the men touch him, all the while issuing a warning, âBe smart, this had nothing to do with you to begin with!â
The Intermediate Level Martial Master was infuriated by him but did not dare to provoke further trouble, knowing they were followers of an Immortal.
The back and forth continued until Feng Jun and his group returned.
After Feng Jun listened to the account of events, he felt extremely displeased but did not take it out on the two. Instead, he gestured, âYou two⦠go and call the Princely Heir over to me, now!â
The two scrambled off, while Deng Lao Er proudly recounted his own heroic deeds, occasionally twisting his body to show off his bound hands.
Feng Jun walked around inside the house and noticed that the search seemed to have been intentionally restrained, without excessive destruction. Nevertheless, there was no doubt that the place was messed up, and some items were missing.
The Princely Heir did not come immediately but arrived about twenty minutes later with more than ten people in a hurry.
Among those who came, three were bound: one Martial Master and two Martial Artists. They were the main perpetrators of the earlier beating.
The Princely Heir began with an apology, he didnât deny that the arrangement was his doing, but he also emphasizedâI didnât tell them to beat anyone.
Regarding the searching of the house, he regarded it as quite normal, still adhering to the logic of the victorious king and the defeated bandit.
He even indignantly retorted, if I donât send people over, wouldnât that be letting Wonderful Hand Pavilion or Yangshan Gu Family take advantage?
After all is said and done, itâs that you, Divine Doctor, donât have any capable people by your side, eh?
However, regarding his men assaulting others, he firmly stated that they acted on their own initiative; I would never issue such a foolish orderâthose two are just attendants, they didnât even resist, whatâs the point in hitting them?
Actually, the Princely Heir wanted to say: even if you wanted to force a confession, it should be you, Doctor Feng, that we beat. But he didnât dare say it out loud.
Because of this, the Princely Heir had the three men who acted on their own initiative tied up and brought over, leaving them at Feng Junâs disposal.
Feng Jun directly handed the three men over to Eldest Brother Deng, âYou two take care of it, beat them if you want, kill them if you please.â
Yet, Deng Lao Er was not content and bellowed, âThe most hateful one didnât show up, claiming his sister to be the future Duchess.â
The Princely Heirâs face instantly darkened, and he felt somewhat nauseated; the one not caught was the brother of a peasant girl he had favored along the way, whom he had intended to protect a little. Never had he expected that a mere High-Rank Martial Warrior would dare to defy him.
Even the dog of an Immortal is stronger than a person, he couldnât help but lament to himself.
Yet there was no other way, he had to command someone to also capture that fellow.
Feng Jun observed his expression and asked in an unfazed tone, âIt seems you are somewhat reluctant?â
The Princely Heirâs forehead suddenly broke out in cold sweat, berating himself for how he dared to be capricious in front of an Immortal.
Having been spoiled all his life, he knew âImmortals were fearsome and beyond his capability to deal with, but sometimes he still couldnât control his temper when it really came down to it.
But Feng Jun wouldnât indulge his temper, coldly declaring, âIâve lost a crossbow, two flashlights, find them for me before nightfall.â
The Princely Heir broke out in even more sweat: Damn it, to think anyone dared conceal things?
He then arranged for people to investigate, but Feng Jun once again confronted him, âThey say when you beat a dog, you have to look at its master. My house has been turned upside down by your people, you just said⦠the strong are to be respected?â
âLosers must accept their fate, I am willing to offer up a stalk of seven-colors silk grass,â the Princely Heir was quite brazen, âI hope the Divine Doctor will spare me this time.â
Speaking from the heart, he didnât understand how much it meant to Feng Jun to buy his Mount Zhige. He was aware that the other party valued this place, and it seemed fitting for him to handle the matter.
In fact, he was surprised himself as to why the other party let him off so easily.
The Princely Heir believed that if we only talk about motives, he was far less responsible than Lord Beiyuan since it was Lord Beiyuan who started all this, and he was merely incited by others.
But when it came to taking action against Doctor Feng, it was his people who were the main force; in this aspect, he far surpassed Lord Beiyuan.
Hence, he had always been anxious, unsure of what the otherâs strategy was, until he learned that his own people caused such a huge mess in the small courtyard. Beyond his indignation, he also sighed in relief: Fine, no need to be reluctant now, might as well honestly hand over a stalk of seven-colors silk grass.
With this bargaining chip, his contribution exceeded Lord Beiyuanâs, so the other party should be satisfied.
The expression on Feng Junâs face, however, was a bit strange, âThere sure is a lot of this seven-colors silk grass here.â
Others listening all collectively rolled their eyes: What kind of comment is that, how could an object that could help one advance to the Innate level be plentiful?
Even the Princely Heir was taken aback: Think thereâs too much? You could just reject it.
He didnât dare to say this, instead he could only offer a rye smile in explanation, âItâs a reward from the Imperial Family, and they most often grant this item, so everyone is also most familiar with it.â
Feng Jun still hesitated, until Lang Zhen spoke up, âDivine Doctor, the possibility of breaking through is greater when using this item in conjunction.â
Seven-colors silk grass could only aid one in advancing to the Innate level, it didnât guarantee entry into the Innate level. Consuming two stalks at once was definitely better than just one.
Feng Jun pondered for a moment then nodded, âAlright, Iâll accept this, but⦠itâs not enough! Why didnât you send someone to stop your people from committing evil after you knew you had already lost?â
The Princely Heir replied with a troubled frown, âI was too preoccupied with my own affairs, how could I think of so much?â
âYes, you didnât think of it,â Feng Jun nodded, his face bearing a hint of cold mockery, âthat excuse, you can personally explain to me, and I can understand, but⦠so many other people are talking about it, can I explain to each and every one of them?â
At this point, his eyes narrowed, and his voice took on a sinister tone, âAre you trying to make me bear a silent loss?â
The Princely Heir was once again speechless, because he felt⦠what the other party said was right.
Normally, Immortals would not care about the opinions of Mortals. But if one was to take issue, it couldnât be said to be unreasonable.