Chapter 594: Chapter 594 Reopening of Juqu Curve Cave Mansion Chapter 594: Chapter 594 Reopening of Juqu Curve Cave Mansion Feng Jun was shocked by Zhuang Haoyun’s response, “It’s not that I’m worrying about whether you’re familiar with the place or not, but you sneaking around, bringing outsiders into your family’s forbidden territory… is that really okay?”

“I am also doing this for their good,” Zhuang Haoyun had already thought a lot about it, and he expressed himself decisively, “If there are good things there, then my choice is the right one. If there aren’t, nobody else knows about it… I trust the master’s character.”

Feng Jun could only smile at that, thinking to himself that he had dealt fairly with the Maoshan matter and had not anticipated the the promotional tie-in effect.

He always prided himself on being a person of principles, even though he indeed benefited from the Soul Stone due to asymmetric information, but the most crucial point was that the Soul Stone was of no use to Maoshan for a very long time–in fact, it was very likely that it would never be useful.

By comparison, the thirty genuine Spirit Stones were what Maoshan truly needed.

However, Feng Jun still had some resistance to sneaking into another family’s forbidden territory, “I think it’s better for you to go home and discuss this first… It might not bother you, but I am not accustomed to this.”

Zhuang Haoyun replied with a troubled look, “If it was discussable, I would want to do so too, but I know my family better than you do, and what I’m most afraid of is that if we can’t come to an agreement, others will become more alert, and it will not be easy for us to sneak in.”

To prove his point, he even gave an example, “Those broken stones I brought last time were also sneakily taken out by me. Otherwise, we would have had to wait a long time… The larger the family, the more these troubling matters crop up.”

Feng Jun was originally quite resistant to such actions, but thinking of the stones for the Stone Lock, which hadn’t come by very legitimate means, he felt that his insistence wasn’t necessary–what’s done is done, and doing it one more time didn’t make much difference.

In fact, his curiosity about the cave was quite high–it was not only the ancestral land of the Zhuang Family, but a significant battle had also taken place there, one that was even able to shatter the Stone Lock.

Zhuang Haoyun finally persuaded Feng Jun to “stoop to conquer” and make a trip to Pingyang, but then… the Maoshan people had taken root in Luohua Manor, and naturally, Feng Jun couldn’t leave either.

Needless to say, Director Zhuang was very disappointed.

Two days later, Gu Jiahui had recovered a bit and went back to Beijing to attend classes.

After sending her back, Yang Yuxin brought another group of people, heading straight for Chaoyang.

This time, she intended to get involved with Feng Jun’s project in Chaoyang in a high-profile manner, not for any other reason but to give her daughter a chance to practice cultivation.

Meanwhile, the interior renovation of Feng Jun’s Jade Villa started in full swing.

When it came to construction, Wang Haifeng was quite experienced, but now he had also sent a supervisor to Chaoyang and was busy with his own cultivation–he was eager to get his hands on a Storage Talisman soon.

In the end, Feng Jun decided to hand over the job to Wu Limin. It wasn’t because of their good relationship, but because Wu Limin feared him and knew the consequences of angering him.

Interior renovation, especially the troublesome task of carving out channels for piping, although a lot of the jade material Feng Jun had brought was already prepared with channels, these were just the main lines. Many smaller channels still needed to be carved.

This involved the issue of jade scraps again, and this time it was happening indoors, making it even less convenient to supervise.

With Feng Jun’s wealth, he certainly wouldn’t care about such scraps. The scraps he had chiseled away in the dimension of his mobile phone were thousands of times more than these, but this issue was actually unrelated to the price.

Stealing needles as a child leads to stealing gold as an adult. A bad start had to be nipped in the bud, or else things would gradually escalate beyond control.

Then, the plot of land Feng Jun bought in the park was also completed, and the interior renovation began.

This villa was originally built by Sister Wei Hong for Feng Jun. Now, aside from still caring about the sale of the jade, they could hardly manage this place. So she simply entrusted the task to Wang Haifeng’s father.

Ever since the issue with the Essence Blood Protection Talisman, Lao Wang had indeed been trying to ingratiate himself with Feng Jun. Not to mention actively participating in the manufacture of the Boiler Camel Motorcycle, he also wanted to express his gratitude in person.

But Feng Jun didn’t give him the opportunity, and he made it clear to Wang Haifeng, “Haifeng, you know how busy I am and what we’re dealing with. I take care of you because of our personal connection. As for your father, I really can’t manage it.”

Because kindness can be endless. If I take care of your father, should I also take care of your older brother and your sister-in-law, or even your sister-in-law’s family?

Why do they say that cultivation means cutting off personal ties and desires? It’s necessary. If you can’t manage that, worldly matters will bring endless distractions.

Looking after your father is your business, not mine.

Wang Haifeng understood this very well. With Feng Jun’s relationship with Gazi, he still would not take care of Gazi’s parents, so he said, “I understand, it’s best for me to focus on my own cultivation.”

The elder of the Wang family also knew this, but no matter what, as long as he had the chance to do something for Feng Jun, he would do it without hesitation–small favors were better than none at all.

Time flew by, and ten days later, Tang Wenji and Daoist Ma finally said goodbye to Feng Jun; they were heading back to Maoshan.

At the same time, they invited Feng Jun with a card to observe a ceremony. In ten days’ time, Maoshan would reopen “Jintan Huayang Celestial Part,” and they wanted him to witness the event.

Jintan Huayang, also known as Juqu Cave Heaven, was one of the renowned Ten Great Cave Heavens, among the Thirty-Six Minor Cavern Heavens and Seventy-Two Blessed Lands. The Maoshan Lineage had always taken pride in its long heritage–an esteem that was not undeserved.

This time, Maoshan had recovered the Spirit Gathering Array and also had a Spirit Stone in hand, so it announced to Daoist friends all over the world, “The Juqu Cave Heaven is reopening!”

At this moment, Tang Wangsun was still in class at the seminar, but there were quite a few well-connected Daoists in the class, making it convenient for him to spread the news.

Meanwhile, Maoshan began to repair the once glorious Juqu Cave Heaven–the Cave Heaven itself was already there, simply a bit dilapidated now, and just needed some cleaning up.

The most crucial step was to activate the Spirit Gathering Array first and accumulate several days’ worth of spiritual energy–without spiritual energy, could one even speak of the top ten Cave Heavens?

In fact, the spiritual energy gathered by this Spirit Gathering Array was a bit of a stretch to qualify as a Cave Heaven. If this counted as a Cave Heaven, then Luohua Manor could claim to be an immortal palace.

However, in this era of declining law, one couldn’t ask for too much. Just having a place where spiritual energy gathered was already good, who would dare to haggle over its abundance or scarcity?

But in Feng Jun’s view, this was likely just a publicity stunt, because on the day he received the invitation, Yang Yuxin happened to visit Zhengyang–this time by herself for Chaoyang’s matters, while Gu Jiahui would not arrive until tomorrow.

Director Yang, as an outsider, also received an invitation.

Therefore, Feng Jun felt it was hype, of course, that wasn’t necessarily wrong–In an age driven by eyeballs, cultivators also need to keep up with the times.

He didn’t know that Director Yang also wanted to force a trade with Maoshan for the Spirit Stone.

He was just very curious and asked, “Launching the Spirit Gathering Array now, wouldn’t that be a bit too ostentatious? Wangwu isn’t even acknowledging the existence of a formation.”

Tang Wenji could only give a wry smile, “Denying it now doesn’t really make sense… The gathering of Maoshan Daoist priests at Zhengyang is already known by many.”

Besides a wry smile, she really didn’t have other options. From the initial four Daoist priests coming to Feng Jun, to the dozens who loitered around Luohua Manor in the following days, had persisted for many days.

Honestly, it wasn’t a big deal and hadn’t caused any adverse impact, only the villagers near Baixing Town were discussing that Maoshan Daoist priests had encountered King Crow, and no one knew if the magic was an inch higher or the Dao an inch taller.

But… Zhengyang had local Daoists!

Moreover, this place was extremely, extremely close to the “Humble Abode of Pure Emptiness” within the first Cave Heaven of the top ten Cave Heavens, Wangwu Mountain.

As Daoists, they would certainly place great importance on such information–what were these large numbers of Maoshan Daoist priests crossing boundaries here to do?

Since they were paying attention, news would inevitably spread. Although it was not possible for them to know the details very clearly, most had heard that Luohua Manor and Maoshan had reached a cooperation and that Maoshan had made a significant discovery.

After all, the Heavenly Master of Maoshan had come twice–Even in its decline, Maoshan was still a prominent branch of the Daoist Sect.

And on that latter visit, Tang Wangsun, the Heavenly Master of Maoshan, was escorted by a multitude of Maoshan Daoist priests, surrounding him like stars around the moon. Anyone with a bit of sense could guess that something major had happened at Maoshan.

Therefore, Daoist priests from other branches and sects naturally wanted to find out what had occurred.

Facing this situation, Maoshan could choose to remain tight-lipped, stoutly denying their fortune.

But that was not the best option. Wangwu Mountain, with “[Humble Abode of Pure Emptiness,” had long denied having any formations, and it turned the leader of the top ten Cave Heavens into something of a joke. Its influence was not what it used to be.

After discussing among themselves, the disciples of Maoshan believed they should not follow in Wangwu Mountain’s footsteps. Such matters could not be kept secret.

The next step was predictable: Maoshan’s rise was to be expected. No one was foolish enough not to see through such matters.

Actually, the disciples of Maoshan had been frustrated for too long as well. They were the orthodox lineage of the Supreme Clarity, but due to the decline in Daoist arts, they had been slanderously labeled as ghost-catchers, which was a sheer disgrace.

They were desperately hoping for a chance to clear their name–we are more than just ghost catchers; we are a true sacred land of cultivation.

This plea was conveyed to Tang Wangsun, who was attending classes in the capital at the time.

The Heavenly Master Tang thought it was a good thing, as it could strengthen the cohesion of the Maoshan lineage and help make a name for himself, benefiting the revival of the Supreme Clarity lineage.

Of course, he thought this because the series of opportunities for Maoshan could not be kept secret from those with intentions, and there would definitely be those blinded by greed, mulling over whether to take by force openly or covertly.

People like Yang Yuxin, who made it clear they wanted to force a trade, were still reasonable, but many would directly play foul–and among them, cultivators were the majority, the Buddhist cultivators not excluded.

Tang Wangsun believed that Maoshan, on its path to revival, should not be hindered by petty things, and these trivial matters could potentially bring great confusion and loss to Maoshan.

Therefore, conducting a grand ceremony was necessary–with any issues, they would be laid out in the open with the beating of gongs and the clashing of cymbals!