Big Data Cultivation Chapter 965

Chapter 965: Chapter 965: Mysterious Disappearance Chapter 965: Chapter 965: Mysterious Disappearance Zhuang Haoyun also recognized Li Shishi and saw her drive back, so he quickly waved to stop her.

Assistant Xiao Li found it a bit strange that Feng Jun wasn't at the manor–did he go out in the afternoon?

Anyway, she was used to being an assistant and naturally asked, “What do you need President Feng for?”

Zhuang Haoyun hesitated for a moment, but he still didn't make it clear, “Just tell Master Feng that I've got some leads on the stone lamp issue.”

Li Shishi was confused but did not press for clarity since the other party seemed intentionally vague, so she nodded her head and drove into the manor.

When she returned to the villa, she happened to see Feng Jun in the front yard, so she approached to relay Zhuang Haoyun's message.

At this moment, Yang Yuxin was not in the villa. As soon as Feng Jun heard it was about the stone lamp, he immediately said, “Let him in.”

Zhuang Haoyun felt a bit uncomfortable coming in this time–so Master Feng was at home but didn't want to see me?

In fact, he respected Feng Jun quite a bit and was grateful for Feng Jun saving his son, but deep down, he didn't think he owed much–I did ask you to treat my son, but I also paid you.

Later, you taught my son cultivation, and I was grateful for that, but in the end–weren't they unsuccessful?

It's really disrespectful for you, the master, to pretend not to be home but then let me in as soon as you hear news about the stone lamp.

He had no intention of disrespecting the master, but such actions by the master made him feel somewhat disheartened.

Of course, the lump in his heart was just that tiny bit. Once he saw Feng Jun, he took the initiative to talk about the stone lamp.

Last time Feng Jun missed out on the stone lamp when it was taken away by Professor Lian from the Huaxia Health Preservation Society.

A while ago, Zhuang Haoyun's fourth uncle had gone to Professor Lian to demand it back, but Professor Lian indicated that the stone bowl had been lent to the vice president to enjoy–you're the owner, go ask for it, I really can't bring myself to do it.

The fourth uncle then found that vice president, who thought hard and then vaguely remembered the stone bowl, saying if I'm not mistaken, it should be at home, then somehow it disappeared.

As he spoke, the vice president was quite impatient. This person is also a retired official, and his impatience had a very clear logic–what's the big deal about a broken stone bowl? I've already given it away, and you come back to ask for it… Are you trying to disgust me on purpose?

Seeing this, the fourth uncle didn't dare to say more. He too was a man of officialdom and knew very well how taboo it was to ask for a gift to be returned after giving it.

Of course, when Professor Lian took it away, he never said he was giving it to him, just said, “If you like it, take it to enjoy, returning it to me afterward is not too late.”

His thought was that this was an heirloom of the Zhuang Family, hoping it could be retrieved one day. But Professor Lian took it as a tactful gifting–aren't all gifts in official circles like this?

In his heart, the fourth uncle had this idea too, so he spoke an ambiguous phrase. However, he had a great chance for advancement mid-year–Professor Lian promised to introduce him to someone but failed to do so, saying there would be a chance in the future.

The fourth uncle smiled and said he understood, and then he missed out on this opportunity.

Two months later, he went to the Imperial Capital to find Professor Lian, saying that the family needed the stone bowl for an ancestor worship ceremony, and his pressure was great.

However, the final result was that the stone bowl disappeared without a trace!

The fourth uncle was not that angry, he just treated it as a failed investment. However, when he saw Zhuang Haoyun, he remembered the incident and recounted it–if you can, find the stone bowl and get it back.

He thought that his nephew might be able to help him vent his frustration.

In fact, the fourth uncle had found out where the stone bowl was–it had fallen into the hands of a collector in the Imperial Capital.

The collector did not get that stone bowl for free, so some things… they are really revolting.

Zhuang Haoyun rushed over to tell Feng Jun who that collector was.

He had someone inquire with the collector about selling the stone bowl, but the other party's response was just two words–Not selling!

Zhuang Haoyun had also thought about using some underhanded methods, but to pull such things in the Imperial Capital was risky, especially since the collector who could indulge in such hobby in the capital was no ordinary person.

So he could only come to ask Feng Jun, passing this message along.

Feng Jun was quite interested in this stone lamp and after a moment's thought, he asked, “If I want to keep this stone lamp, what would you hope to gain?”

Originally, Zhuang Haoyun wanted to bring up his son's cultivation again, but after seeing Master Feng's “indifferent ungratefulness” today, he felt a hint of disappointment–I guess he has even more reason to refuse now since my son's meridians were already broken once?

He turned his head to think for a bit then finally sighed, “I've realized there's really nothing I want.”

Feng Jun didn't mind, in fact, he didn't even know what exactly the stone lamp was, “We'll talk about it when the time comes.”

As the two were talking, Hua Hua flew in cheerfully–this was the first time in a thousand years it was hosting a party to celebrate its own advancement, and it was in a particularly good mood.

Following closely behind, Gu Jiahui, who had been cultivating in the backyard, also ran in. Now, she had some kind of mental connection with Hua Hua.

Watching Gu Jiahui playfully with the Butterfly, Zhuang Haoyun felt even more discomfort in his heart–this child can cultivate with such enthusiasm, yet my son has lost the possibility to cultivate, truly the play of fate.

He stood up to take his leave. As the electric car left through the gate, just then, Yang Yuxin returned.

She looked doubtfully at the departing Zhuang Haoyun on the electric car and asked out loud, “Did he come in?”

Hua Hua's celebration ceremony had its own unique charm, it even invited Xiao Wu in, and what was more amusing is that, before letting Xiao Wu enter, it actually chased it to the pump room to take a hot shower.

Joyful times always pass by quickly, that very night, Feng Jun took Yang Yuxin to fly towards the Imperial Capital.

This flight involved directly activating the Time Shuttle. The choice to travel by night was made because it was less likely to be discovered by others, and also because Danxia Heaven had announced that soon the selection competition to enter the small world would begin.

The selection competition… Feng Jun had no interest in it, but almost all the disciples of Luohua Manor were eager to participate, even Hua Hua was no exception–it was very curious to know what differences existed between the two small worlds.

At that time, Feng Jun would have to stay behind to watch over Luohua Manor.

Although the Time Shuttle lacked an outer shell, once activated, it still possessed a protective barrier.

Feng Jun identified the direction and gradually picked up speed, while Yang Yuxin slowly relaxed, eventually leaning against him.

Women are like this, once they set their heart on someone, all reluctance is cast aside.

Director Yang was at the most mature age for a woman, within Luohua Manor, she always had to suppress her desires, but such things, the more you try to suppress them, the harder they are to contain.

Recently, she took a trip to Jin City which seemed to alleviate her feelings somewhat–the truth is at her age, if she stopped thinking about certain things, the desire for them would diminish further, eventually leading to an early onset of a desireless and tranquil old age.

However, if she wanted something and could occasionally be satisfied, it could truly be described as “thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger, fifty sitting on the ground and drawing in the earth.”

Director Yang went out, barely managing to control her emotions, and upon seeing Feng Jun again, she couldn't help but erupt.

Leaning against him, she sighed contentedly, “I'm really a bit crazy, knowing I was to accompany you to the capital tonight, every second felt so agonizing… I've already arranged the room.”

Feng Jun chuckled lightly, “If you don't mind, we can land now. However, if you want to travel… a thousand miles in a day, that's impossible. This is a Flying Artifact, not a private plane.”

Yang Yuxin spoke feebly, “Then let's… land.”

Feng Jun lowered his head to kiss her cheek, laughing, “You couldn't hold back?”

Yang Yuxin felt a rush of embarrassment, “I need to use the restroom, this isn't a private plane…find a deserted place.”

In the dark night, finding a deserted place is all too simple–where there are no lights, that's where to land.

Feng Jun chose a mountainous area to land, where there were no people, but the conditions were overrun with weeds and very poor.

Luckily, Master Feng was an Immortal and was not short of various living supplies.

Two hours later, they continued their journey. Director Yang was radiant, as if she had just had a beauty treatment.

Their trip to the Imperial Capital was actually quite short. Even with the two-hour delay, they arrived in the suburbs of the Imperial Capital at about three in the morning. However, driving into the city took almost an hour.

The accommodation arranged by Yang Yuxin was a nondescript ten-story building within a large compound in the Imperial Capital, such places seem particularly common there.

Yet the two never entered the same room. As Director Yang put it, anything could happen in the Imperial Capital, so it's better to be cautious. She, a widow, did not care what others would say, but it was important to prevent any ill-intentioned person from tarnishing the Gu Family's reputation.

However, Feng Jun always felt… was it because he had fed her along the way?

The next day, they both got up not too late; they woke up at nine o'clock and went to the restaurant for breakfast.

After breakfast, Yang Yuxin contacted a friend to inquire about the collector.

All Zhuang Haoyun knew was that the collector lived near the embassy area and was named Smith.

Two hours later, Yang Yuxin's friend replied that there indeed was such a collector who was fond of collecting, interestingly, this individual was a pure Huaxia Citizen with the surname Smith–not a nickname given by others…

In fact, his mother was a returned overseas Chinese, and his father… was a high-ranking official, there's no need to say more. Although he was already deceased, he still had many friends.

Yang Yuxin got to know the background of the other party–a necessary skill for living in the Imperial Capital. Then she asked her friend to relay, “Tell him I want to buy a stone bowl he holds, let him name his price.”

She did not contemplate the possibility that “the other party really doesn't want to sell.” In her view, all collectibles have a price, the only difference is whether you can afford it.

She has always been proud. Only when faced with issues like “daughter's poisoning” did she become helpless and desperately beg others for treatment.

But quickly, her friend replied with a message: Smith said that the item was collected for someone else, and he has no right to dispose of it.

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