Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 260: Chapter 260: Challenge

“You rejected her?” the elder sister raised her eyebrows, asking in disbelief, “That’s impossible, right? Are you throwing a childish tantrum again?”

“I am very capable when it comes to serious matters, thank you very much,” the younger sister disagreed. People might be afraid of her Immortal Elder Sister, but she was not that scared, “He expressed his gratitude, but he won’t let me send someone to guard that broken-down courtyard.”

“Isn’t that normal?” the elder sister laughed upon hearing this, “With his strength to easily slay Innates, you being too close to him could easily result in accidental injury.”

“I just feel a bit unconvinced,” the younger sister huffed, then her eyes darted, “Sister, that guy, is he really an immortal… just like you?”

“So confident and fearless, nine times out of ten, yes. He is no fool,” the elder sister smiled, “Haven’t you seen the Tian Family has already begun to evacuate the young and the old? Tian Yangni, that old fox, is planning to place a heavy bet on him.”

“Alas, Uncle Tian probably knows something about it too. It’s just too bad our second uncle is not here,” the younger sister sighed despondently.

But the next moment, she glanced sideways at her sister and asked in a low voice, “What if I go ask him?”

“Don’t make trouble,” the elder sister scolded her, “You’re just the second young master of the Yu Family, not qualified to converse as an equal with Tian Yangni.”

She had entered the path of immortality, but her current cultivation level was still low, so it made sense that the Yu Family kept information tightly concealed.

The younger sister was getting anxious, “But this way, we might not be able to intervene in the big battle.”

The elder sister gave her a calm look, “Why must you get involved? Remember, your safety is the most important thing to me, everything else… is just passing clouds.”

While they were conversing, someone outside reported loudly, “Second young master, a retainer from Lord Beiyuan is here to invite us.”

“Refuse them. With the second uncle not around, I, as the younger generation, cannot be the decision-maker,” the younger sister spoke indifferently, “Whatever matter Lord Beiyuan has, should be discussed with the Tian Family, no?”

Despite her seemingly capricious actions, she was actually very serious when it came to major issues.

Who really thought the alliance between the Yu Family and Feng Jun was her sole decision? Don’t be ridiculous. Yu Zhengqing had led most people away, under the pretense of escorting a generator—though the Yu Family did indeed have that need—but the most important purpose was to distance themselves from the situation.

If the second young master’s alliance with Feng Jun were to fail, the Yu Family could bear the responsibility; it would only be seen as a foolish decision made by an inexperienced child, not to be taken too seriously, right?

Of course, if anyone wanted to find fault with the second young master, the Yu Family would not mind—after all, make sure you understand that the second young master is two people!

The person outside left, but soon came back, “The people from Lord Beiyuan’s mansion say they hope we leave this place quickly to avoid accidental injury.”

“This isn’t the Zhu Family’s territory, and the Yu Family isn’t his vassal,” the elder sister could hardly restrain herself anymore, “If he wants to meddle with the Yu Family, let him become the master of this place first!”

Hearing that neither the Yu Family nor the Tian Family planned to leave, Lord Beiyuan frowned deeply, “This situation is really odd, where do they get the courage? Maybe… I should test them again?”

The Princely Heir was embracing a beauty while drinking wine, impatiently saying, “Just make sure you hurry up. My mother’s big birthday celebration isn’t far off, and you’d better not fail my trust.”

He bought the generator mainly to impress at the birthday banquet, planning to flaunt it a bit. He even considered buying several more sets, intending to let his mother award them to guests coming to celebrate.

Seeing such a wondrous thing, surely many would be tempted, right? Then, it would be much easier for him to use this to make money in the next step.

Lord Beiyuan felt uneasy, but when he realized that the Princely Heir was truly becoming impatient, he quickly adjusted his displeasure and made corresponding arrangements.

The night was not very quiet. In the early hours of the morning, two soft “puffs” sounded from within the courtyard, and then it fell silent again.

The ones who came snooping were two petty thieves, probably unaware that the cameras also had night vision, and they were unmercifully killed.

In the surveillance room, Elder Deng sneered disdainfully, “What the hell… are they stupid? They didn’t even figure this out beforehand?”

Lang Zhen’s expression, however, was not so good, “I’ll go pick up the bodies. This matter… probably has more to it.”

Sure enough, around ten o’clock the next day, County Soldiers came to negotiate, claiming two of their comrades went missing last night and asked if we had seen these two people?

Lang Zhen replied that they indeed killed two people, but they were not dressed in military uniforms, and they had entered our domain in the dead of night, unannounced.

Technically, Feng Jun could have outright denied it, hiding the bodies in the modern world for a time until it was safe to move them back—after all, destroying bodies is more difficult over there.

However, Feng Jun really didn’t want to reveal his capabilities. He even suspected that the deaths of these two people might have been a trap set by the enemy; if he overreacted, it could play right into their hands.

As for the enemy’s intentions? There are too many possibilities to list, and to avoid accusations of padding out the story, let’s not enumerate them.

In any case, he admitted it—I acknowledge those I’ve killed.

As long as he could firmly assert that the other party had entered his territory, then homicide was just homicide, and he wasn’t afraid of a war of words in court.

Personal property was not inviolable in Donghua Country, but this concept was generally just a stance. Provided there wasn’t the inane notion that “if a thief dies of poison, the homeowner must be punished,” Feng Jun still had room to resist.

However, Lord Beiyuan did not give him much room to maneuver. Half an hour later, two High-Rank Martial Masters arrived at the entrance of the small courtyard.

Across the courtyard, the two introduced themselves—one was a patron of Lord Beiyuan, the other a guest elder of the Yongyi Duke.

The Lord Beiyuan Retainer, a tall and burly middle-aged man, spoke out loudly, “Life for life, debt for debt, I, Wang, was once part of the army too, and seeing my brethren die tragically, I’ve come to seek justice. Does the thief dare to fight?”

A languid voice came from the courtyard, “Do you know that a thief entered my home at night?”

“It was just a case of getting lost!” the man shouted back forcefully. “It’s common to lose one’s way in the darkness of night. Instead, it’s you who are ruthless and merciless, not giving the slightest chance for life.”

That was outright lying. It was true that one could easily lose their way in the night, but Feng Jun’s courtyard was ablaze with lights, burning all night long. Who could lose their way under such circumstances?

Even if one didn’t know which way to go, they certainly shouldn’t head towards the most brightly lit area of the enemy, right?

Feng Jun knew that the main event was coming. He had already lost two Innate-level men, and this High-Rank Martial Master was so brazenly confident that he must have a plan.

Therefore, he did not take this man seriously, but instead asked, “So, you’re intent on seeking death, is that it?”

“A fair fight, life and death are common affairs,” the muscular man spoke indifferently. “However, as you are extremely skilled, I have invited a friend to assist me in the fight. I believe you are not afraid.”

Strictly speaking, for martial artists to outnumber their opponent was a shameful act, but if the opponent held you in high regard and negotiated the terms, it wasn’t entirely disgraceful—you could refuse if you felt it unfair.

From a certain perspective, this was a compliment, an acknowledgment of your strength by the opponent.

“Afraid? Why wouldn’t I be?” Feng Jun chuckled as he spoke, “If I were to kill the two of you as well, wouldn’t two more Innate-level masters come looking for trouble with me?”

The two High-Rank Martial Masters glanced at each other, and the guest elder of the Yongyi Duke spoke up loudly, “If you manage to defeat the two of us, it’s just a proof of our lack of skill, and the matter here can be put to rest.”

“That’s right,” the muscular man nodded in agreement. “We’re not making empty promises. Lord Beiyuan and the Princely Heir have already invited the local county magistrate to bear witness.”

This condition was fairly good; as long as Feng Jun could win against the two of them, those two lordly figures would leave without any fuss.

Feng Jun was not afraid of the two, but he also guessed that the opponent must have some tricks up their sleeve.

But when he used “the people nearby” to check, he really couldn’t see anything particularly abnormal— at most, that muscular man surnamed Wang was a peak High-Rank Martial Master, almost reaching the threshold of Innate-level.

Feng Jun was absolutely confident that he could handle the two of them, not afraid of facing two at once. Clearly though, he wouldn’t agree so easily; firstly, he felt somewhat innocent, and secondly, he wanted to probe for more information.

So, he let out a derisive laugh, “Put an end to this matter… why should I agree to you? I originally had nothing to do with any of you. You better figure out who is really looking for trouble!”

The guest elder of the Yongyi Duke replied expressionlessly, “In this world, there aren’t that many whys and wherefores. An innocent man is guilty for carrying a jade. I also once thought I was strong and yet had to serve as guest elder to the Yongyi Duke obediently.”

Feng Jun almost wanted to laugh at these words. So, this guest elder of a duke was also somewhat reluctant?

However, he couldn’t completely believe what the other party said, so he countered coldly, “So if I win, I get nothing, but if you win, you can frame me as you please. Do you two consider this fair?”

The opponent hadn’t stated what would happen if they won, but… was there any need to say it?

The guest elder of the Yongyi Duke snorted disdainfully, a strong tone of resentment in his voice, “The Princely Heir is willing to let you off, aren’t you content?”

“Actually, you’re getting the better end of the deal,” the burly man spoke gravely. “You can go all out against the two of us, but we must try to avoid killing you.”

The statement was true, but wouldn’t directly pointing it out make them passive in the fight?

After a lengthy silence within the courtyard walls, a figure suddenly flashed, revealing Feng Jun jumping out. He held a gleaming silver broadsword and spoke coldly, “We fight here?”

“Of course not here,” the muscular man shook his head and pointed in a direction, “Three miles from here, Lord Beiyuan and the Princely Heir are waiting, along with local officials… to witness our fair duel.”

“Fair my ass!” Feng Jun cursed vehemently, then raised his voice, “Anyone who wants to watch the fight, come along! Uh… right, you can place your bets!”

He wasn’t particularly interested in gambling, but at this time, if he didn’t mention betting, wouldn’t it seem a little… unlike a protagonist?