Big Data Cultivation Chapter 851

Chapter 851: Chapter 851: The Perfume is Poisonous Chapter 851: Chapter 851: The Perfume is Poisonous Liu Jiagui guessed it all correctly–the car accident was indeed orchestrated by Feng Jun, and it was simple to execute, just a Divine Sense Attack would do.

When he heard that the Liu surnamed still could not keep his mouth shut the next day, verbally abusing others, he sneaked into the hospital at night and sealed off the sensation in his lower body.

Feng Jun didn't kill the man, not only because his crimes didn't merit death, but also to serve as a warning to others.

To him, directly killing Liu Jiagui would have actually been letting the scoundrel off easy. He not only refrained from killing him, but he didn't even intend to leave him in a long-term coma–I want you to live consciously, to feel every bit of life slipping away.

You think you can bother people, create trouble? I'll break both your legs and see how you'll trouble anyone then.

As for the fact that he could still curse people? That didn't matter at all–go ahead and curse. When people see your hatred for the Feng Family, they will naturally weigh up what it means to oppose the Fengs.

Actually, last year, in Chaoyang, Feng Jun had already killed a thug, but perhaps the time had been too long, some people had begun to lose their fear of the Feng Family.

Especially this time, he wanted to quash certain relatives' thoughts but didn't want to make things difficult for his parents. The only way was to make an example out of someone, the worse the better, so that when people saw Liu Jiagui, they could think of the consequences of antagonizing the Feng Family.

To achieve this effect, he even postponed his return to Zhengyang–otherwise, he would have left Chaoyang the next morning after seeing Zhang Zeping.

As a result, he pushed back his departure by a day and a half.

It was only after he heard the feedback from the duck neck about Liu Jiagui's reaction, thinking that the man had run out of tricks, that he planned to eat lunch and then drive away.

However, lunch had not yet started when Yang Yuxin called to ask why he hadn't returned to the manor yet.

Feng Jun had already stopped trusting his mobile phone. He always worried that it might be monitored by some ulterior-minded individuals.

Therefore, he didn't dare to explain in detail, just saying that he would arrive tonight, but Yang Yuxin, being attentive, picked up on his evasive language and asked if he needed any help.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Jun couldn't help but sigh in admiration of Director Yang's worldly experience–she truly was shrewd.

In fact, both Teacher Mei and Sister Hong had high emotional intelligence, especially Sister Hong, who claimed to be streetwise and was quite slick in dealing with people.

However, these two women were now mostly focused on cultivation, or it could also be said that they had considerable confidence in Feng Jun's abilities and were not worried about him encountering any issues. Thus, they didn't call.

But Feng Jun couldn't help but want to complain: Once they have you, they don't cherish you anymore, isn't that saying… Not just applicable to men?

Of course, this was just a joke. If Sister Hong and Hua Hua were constantly monitoring his movements, he would feel even more uncomfortable–can't there be some personal space?

After lunch, Feng Jun hurriedly drove and finally arrived back at Luohua Manor at six-thirty pm, just in time for dinner.

It was an overcast day in Zhengyang, and after Feng Jun ate a bit, he went to the valley next to continue practicing with the Soul-Suppressing Bell.

With rain predicted for the next two days in Zhengyang, he planned to choose an empty spot during the rainy weather to test out the Soul-Suppressing Bell.

After practicing for a while, he unlocked the sealed Duke Spirit Wine gourd; having been away for so long, there was another batch of Spiritual Wine ready.

He took a deep breath, smelling the wine in the air, and sighed with satisfaction: Truly, fine wine, fine life.

As Feng Jun was pouring the wine into his gourd, he suddenly sensed someone approaching. Glancing to the side and seeing it was Yang Yuxin, he paid it no further mind.

When he finished pouring the wine, Yang Yuxin had also arrived. Today, she wore a light brown sleeveless fitted dress with some hollowed-out patterns. The linen material gave the dress a strong drape, elegant and dignified yet fashionable.

On her feet were cream-colored strappy Roman sandals with a low cut that revealed her beautifully arched yet not overly fleshy fair instep.

Overall, she had a playful vibe about her.

Moving closer, she sat down next to Feng Jun and smiled, “I've taken the Body Tempering Pill, thank you.”

Feng Jun then remembered that he had given her the Body Tempering Pill some time ago, “You're welcome. Did you take it in one go, or split into two doses?”

He hadn't taught her how to take it, but Director Yang had a daughter who was cultivating.

“I took it in two doses,” Director Yang giggled, covering her mouth, then lightly slapped him, “You never told me it had such a strong taste. It almost left me with no clothes to change into.”

When a beauty is flirtatious, it comes quite naturally. Although Yang Yuxin was slightly older, she was at a ripe age.

A slight ripple stirred in Feng Jun's heart, and he replied with a smile, “Xiao Hui would've certainly told you.”

“Luckily, she was there,” Yang Yuxin admitted, and then her petite nose twitched, “This is Spiritual Wine, right… It smells wonderful, you truly have a lot of good things.”

Feng Jun's nose also slightly twitched as he grinned and said, “You smell nice too. Chanel with a hint of tea?”

He didn't actually remember the type of perfume, even though his sense of smell was extremely keen now. His attention was not focused on such details; he only knew that Hua Hua was very fond of Chanel's tea fragrances.

Yang Yuxin gave him a white look, “It's Dior's Poison…”

Feng Jun really had no expertise in perfumes and didn't understand the implication of Dior Poison. He rigidly assumed that Chanel was the epitome of seduction, not realizing that the Poison series, with its rich sense of self and bold release, amidst its clamorous solitude, exuded a strong allure.

In layman's terms: Poison has a rather strong scent, suitable for young girls, while Yang Yuxin would be more suited to a subtler fragrance.

Actually, Director Yang preferred the tea fragrance of Chanel too, but she sprayed Dior Poison today just hoping he could read her mood through this perfume.

Unfortunately, it was more or less like casting flirtatious glances at a blind man, as Feng Jun could not decipher the context of the perfume.

However, she didn't mind too much. A man who doesn't understand perfumes isn't necessarily of low taste; and a man who does might just be a playboy. So, she smiled and stretched out her fair arm, “Look, isn't my skin getting better?”

Yang Yuxin wasn't particularly tall, but she had a small frame. Her arms were quite delicate, thin enough for Feng Jun to encircle with just one hand, yet they were fleshy, fair, and smooth. At first glance, they evoked an irresistible desire to protect her.

Feng Jun felt the atmosphere was becoming a bit… what's the word? Yet, remembering her concern that morning, he couldn't help but reach out with his index finger and gently stroke it, smiling as he spoke, “This… your skin really is nice, but… I've forgotten what your skin was like before.”

Yang Yuxin's eyes twinkled as she whispered with a smile, “I could help you remember.”

When she said this, her eyes were brimming with affection, so much that it seemed like it could overflow at any moment.

Feng Jun couldn't help reaching out again to gently caress her, truly moved by the feeling, but… in the end, he couldn't.

He gave a bitter smile, “I'd like to remember too, but… it's really not convenient, I must respect their feelings.”

He made no promises to Sister Hong and Feng Jing, but did such matters… really require promises?

This was where he accommodated the two of them, so they were the mistresses of the house. Should any other woman join, he had to consider their feelings… and their dignity.

It didn't matter what people said about Feng Jing being married. In Feng Jun's view, a marriage certificate didn't mean much; it was merely a legal constraint on marriage partners and a guarantee for certain property distribution, used to stabilize society.

If the actual marriage was over and the affection was gone, relying merely on a piece of paper to uphold it was useless.

Of course, he wasn't denouncing marriage certificates; they were contracts that protected the vulnerable and had a positive social significance. But if a relationship only hung by the thread of a piece of paper, was it really worth sustaining?

Feng Jun admitted that he was not faithful enough in relationships – at least, the current him was no longer eligible to talk about faithfulness. However, likewise, he now saw himself as “strong enough” to believe that he could have more mating rights.

Yet he was willing to give his women more respect, even the Little Celestial Master wouldn't dare challenge them in the manor.

He had a favorable impression of Yang Yuxin, or else there wouldn't have been that romantic encounter in Jin City. Men are creatures led by their lower halves, but if Director Yang truly appeared as something that made his heart stop, how could his animal blood boil?

Yang Yuxin started to laugh, “Are you afraid I'll want to visit your Jade Tower?”

Jade Tower… that was a sore spot for Feng Jun. It felt grand to show off then, but in reality, whenever he wanted to move in with Sister Hong and Feng Jing, he would inevitably encounter Zhang Caixin's intentional or unintentional nitpicking.

If it wasn't about difficulties in cultivation, it was about the flow of energy being obstructed, always needing him to solve her quandaries. The most outrageous time was her notifying him of an earthquake forecast, suggesting it was best to sleep outdoors.

Since when did the meteorological station forecast earthquakes?

Feng Jun knew she was being unreasonable, but even Feng Jing and Sister Hong knew he valued Zhang Caixin, so they simply said: Forget it, living in the annex isn't bad either, and this way we don't have to detach ourselves from the masses.

Thus, Jade Tower had no permanent residents to date. Feng Jun could occasionally go in there for research on techniques, but the moment he brought someone else, he would truly become the target of public criticism.

Feng Jun gave a wry smile, “Never mind the tower, even the annex isn't suitable. It's too crowded and too many prying eyes.”

Yang Yuxin's eyes shifted playfully, her voice laced with mirth, “Then… how about the bamboo forest?”

“You've really learned to be naughty,” Feng Jun said, half laughing, half crying as he shook his head, then glanced at the surrounding sky, feeling a slight urge, “It seems… it's getting dark.”

“It's perfect for misbehaving in the dark,” Yang Yuxin smiled cheekily at him, “Do you dare or not?”

Had she spoken differently, Feng Jun really… might not have fallen for it. But at that moment, faced with such teasing words, even if it was just reverse psychology, he couldn't stand it, could he? No man could withstand that.

So he smiled slightly, “That… there are too many mosquitoes.”

“Stop kidding,” Yang Yuxin looked at him disdainfully, “There are no mosquitoes between the two bamboo groves. To say you haven't dealt with them, I wouldn't believe that. Do you think I'm not charming enough?”

Her fair legs quivered, her Roman sandals gently tapped on the ground twice, and the straps coiled around her shapely feet quite vividly.

The most tempting was the glimpse of her thighs under her skirt hem, which was a high-quality linen dress with a profound sense of gravity and a noble air…

(It's cooled down, and the weather is so cold that my hands are nearly freezing while typing. I'm summoning monthly tickets for comfort…)

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