Chapter 1527: Chapter 1527: Brat
Going to Huaxia? Feng Jun shook his head with a wry smile, “The church’s power there is indeed not strong, but you need to understand that the cultivation technique you’re practicing is considered atypical in Huaxia. In the Mai Nation, the church might not notice it, but in Huaxia, it’s a dead end!”
Sofia’s mouth opened slightly, clearly very surprised, “Are Huaxia citizens… really that unreasonable?”
“Is it like how Mai Nation citizens reasoned with the Native Americans?” Feng Jun laughed indifferently, “Just because I don’t let you do what you want, does it make me unreasonable? Would you let me do whatever I want?”
“Of course,” Sofia replied without hesitation and even threw a wink at him, “You can do anything you want…”
“I want the Jansen Family’s shares in Bai Rui Pharmaceuticals,” Feng Jun replied casually, “I want to be the chairman of Bai Rui’s board of directors.”
“Sorry, that’s not something I can promise,” Sofia spread her hands, “I’m just a little girl, not even eighteen yet… I can’t even keep my passport, how could I help you become a board chairman?”
“So, it’s perfectly normal for your grandpa to refuse my request,” Feng Jun laughed, “But you think Huaxia refusing something atypical is unreasonable… Can we not play this double standard game?”
“I am not a double standard!” Sofia snarled angrily, “I can agree to everything I promised you, and you’re so strong that if you let me cultivate in Huaxia, no one would dare stop me… Isn’t that you being unreasonable?”
Feng Jun shook his head speechlessly, then smiled, “Youth is great… Now let’s go upstairs to check it out. Oh, and change your pants if they’re wet, it’s a bit chilly at night.”
It’s already late autumn, and it’s still raining outside, the temperature isn’t high. Although Sofia’s jeans are quite thick and not entirely soaked, wearing them might make her catch a cold.
The two walked back to the first floor, and Sofia opened the bedroom door and walked in without even closing the door.
However, Feng Jun wasn’t interested in peeking. He wandered around the room, but finding no suitable spot, he went upstairs.
Unfortunately, the second floor was even more crowded than the first floor — mainly because there were more rooms, making it impossible to find a 20-square-meter open space.
Feng Jun thought for a while and figured that only the first-floor hall could be used; removing the sofa and such would easily provide more than enough space.
When he came downstairs, Sofia had already changed her clothes. This time, she wasn’t wearing jeans but a denim tennis skirt, her two straight long legs so white they made people dizzy.
“Isn’t she cold,” Feng Jun mumbled to himself, then spoke, “If you don’t choose the basement, then only the hall might be suitable. Of course, you’ll need to move these potted plants and sofas.”
Sofia was stunned for a moment before answering, “Can’t we use the second floor?”
“Of course you can,” Feng Jun replied with a smile, “if you’re willing to remove a couple of walls.”
“That’s impossible,” Sofia shook her head dejectedly, “Even though I’ve paid ten years of rent, this house isn’t mine.”
She could afford to buy the house, but once the ownership changed, her secrets would no longer be secrets.
But having the formation in the hall is too inconvenient. Anyone who comes in could easily notice something off.
She looked at Feng Jun pitifully, “You don’t have any other suggestions?”
“Hmm,” Feng Jun lit another cigarette, “Maybe you can change locations; I can wait.”
“I don’t want to wait any longer,” Sofia shook her head, her eyes suddenly brightening, “Can you help me set up the formation first, and when I find a new suitable place, can you help me relocate it?”
“Formations… can’t just be moved easily,” Feng Jun shook his head, “It’s very troublesome.”
In fact, the formation for making Holy Water isn’t difficult to move; Feng Jun could even solidify it. Considering using spirit stones, moderate scaling is also possible — he has already mastered some scaling techniques for formations, especially those not involving a lot of spiritual energy.
But giving spirit stones to Sofia is out of the question — even solidifying it isn’t possible. He will fulfill his promise, but he would never let another race touch the real essence; even Ma San Niang, Tang Wenji, and Dong Zenghong haven’t gotten a few spirit stones.
“Just relocate once, is that okay?” Sofia looked at him pitifully.
“Hmm… alright,” Feng Jun pondered for a moment and nodded. As long as she doesn’t think of him as free labor to be used without limit, he doesn’t mind helping her with something within his power, and relocating once isn’t a big deal.
Next up was moving furniture. For someone with a storage bag like him, this was no trouble at all.
Then he began setting up the formation, with a total of seventeen points and fifty-nine types of formation materials. It was completed easily.
“You can bring in the Golden Sunflower,” he straightened up and looked at Sofia, “Remember, you must open it inside the formation.”
Sofia extended her two long legs and quickly walked out. In less than two minutes, she returned — it turns out she had hidden the Golden Sunflower in the car, making it easy to retrieve.
Feng Jun just then recalled the earlier question, “Why do you drive such a small car, isn’t it uncomfortable?”
“This kind of car is small and discreet; I only use it when I come here,” Sophia casually replied, then handed the cross to him. “Will the aura leak out?”
“It won’t,” Feng Jun opened the cross, revealing the golden sunflower inside, but didn’t take it out, instead placing the entire cross on a low table.
Then he released his Divine Sense to feel it, finding that the aura was indeed suppressed within the formation, so he nodded in satisfaction—the formation was set up by him for the first time. Although he had simulated it perfectly before, succeeding in one go was quite rare.
His check wasn’t limited to the room; the next moment, he pushed the door open and walked out, standing in the rainy courtyard, sensing meticulously again, then snapped his fingers, “Perfect!”
When he came out, Sophia followed closely behind him because Feng Jun had used some unknown kind of bones in the formation materials, which looked quite frightening. She definitely didn’t want to stay alone inside in the dead of night.
Feng Jun glanced at her and couldn’t help but ask, “Not cold?”
Sophia reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, “Hmm, a bit cold. It’s mainly a bit scary. What kind of bones are those?”
“Being scared won’t do,” Feng Jun laughed, “This cultivation technique is best practiced at night; during the day it easily attracts others’ attention. There are other key points, like you need to cultivate for at least twenty-four hours a week…”
This formation itself was for absorbing the Power of Incense Fire. Sophia didn’t need to cultivate here all the time; she could harvest when the Power of Incense Fire was sufficiently concentrated.
Of course, if the Power of Incense Fire accumulated excessively, it risked leaking out, so she needed to cultivate at least twenty-four hours a week.
As for if Sophia wanted to travel or something, it was simple; just take the Jinwu Sunflower with her.
In short, this way of cultivating is hassle-free and doesn’t interfere with daily life. No wonder people say it’s “Incense Fire Ascension”—it’s too easy to become a deity.
After hearing this, Sophia nodded and then asked again, “These things stand out a lot. Can they be concealed a bit?”
Feng Jun pondered for a moment before answering, “Metal is definitely a no-go, and living things are no-go… like tropical fish, potted plants, and such.”
Sophia leaned closer and blew in his ear, “Even potted plants are no-go?”
Feng Jun raised his hand and gave her two light pats, “Don’t stir trouble; of course potted plants are no-go. If you become a deity, it might too.”
Sophia fell into deep thought, speaking only after a long while, “If I plant a sunflower, will I have two Jinwu Sunflowers next year?”
“That’s way too reckless!” Feng Jun rolled his eyes, “If you want to plant it, go ahead. I’ll avenge you.”
“Speak properly,” Sophia blew in his ear again, “Can’t I just not plant it?”
The first two pats were too light, Feng Jun raised his hand and lifted her skirt—hitting through the skirt wasn’t possible because if control was lost, it wouldn’t be a mere flesh wound but bone-breaking.
However, after just one pat he put the skirt down, thinking how someone could really ignore the chill in rainy weather.
“Phew,” Sophia blew out another breath, her eyes and brows full of a smile.
“Just a big kid!” Feng Jun ignored her, “Wood, fur, paper… all these can be tried to see what conceals effectively while not affecting the outcome. Just try it slowly.”
“Slowly try it?” Sophia was stunned upon hearing this, “You’re the master; shouldn’t you provide it to me?”
“Eh?” Feng Jun looked at her in surprise, you’re quite bold asking for handouts, “Didn’t they say the children of Mai Nation are very hands-on?”
“But I’m completely clueless,” Sophia said this in Mandarin, “Our hands-on skills are pushed by high labor costs, not related to education. Jansen Family doesn’t need to learn hands-on skills, just how to earn money.”
“Cultivation is essentially a process of exploration,” Feng Jun answered casually, “Master leads you to the door, the cultivation is up to the individual.”
Sophia’s eyes twinkled, “But I heard, to learn, you have to sleep with the master.”
“How thirsty can you be?” Feng Jun glanced at her, “You could find a football quarterback or something.”
“That idiot?” Sophia sneered disdainfully, “What do you Huaxia people call this? Hmm, ‘anti-intellectual trend,’ like ‘happy education,’ invented by elite groups. You think I’d even consider a quarterback?”
Feng Jun indicated that he didn’t want to discuss irrelevant topics with her, “Alright, probably by morning you can try cultivating inside; now you should probably get some rest.”
As soon as he finished speaking, two muffled sounds came from afar, followed faintly by the sound of sirens.
“Damn,” Sophia let go of Feng Jun and her face changed dramatically, “It was gunshots!”
Feng Jun smiled indifferently, “Two kilometers away.”