Chapter 595: Chapter 595: Farming Tools Chapter 595: Chapter 595: Farming Tools Feng Jun, after listening to Tang Wenji’s words, pondered and asked, “Why do I feel… that I might be used?”

Maoshan, concerned that others coveted its wealth, would surely boast of its own Daoist prowess while laying its cards on the table.

It’s not that Feng holds a low opinion of Maoshan, but those Taoist priests are genuinely weak. To put it bluntly, there isn’t a single fighter among them.

Not to mention Feng Jun, an Innate Expert, but in terms of strength, probably no one could surpass Gazi.

And as for Daoist Techniques? If Maoshan truly had that kind of strength, they wouldn’t need to beg Luohua Manor to retrieve items from the Storage Magical Artifact.

Hearing this, Tang Wenji wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest. Instead, she grinned and nodded, “We indeed have such considerations, but there are also benefits for the senior… You enjoy collecting various Daoist scriptures, isn’t this an opportunity as well?”

Her words were without fault, and Feng Jun couldn’t help thinking of Zhuang Haoyun–this guy, upon seeing Maoshan’s opened treasure chest, became envious and even secretly invited him to visit his family’s ancestral land.

If someone was willing to do something as taboo as offending their ancestors, what about those cultivators with the intention of revitalizing their own Daoist Sect?

In this degenerate age, where the Heavenly Dao is incomplete and Daoist Techniques are scarce, this is a common issue for everyone–of course, excluding a certain person who seemed to have cheated fate.

Feng Jun nodded, “Alright then, you’ve convinced me, but I want to emphasize one thing, don’t make it widely known… I’m not afraid of those troubles, but no one likes them. After all, I also need to cultivate.”

“Of course,” Tang Wenji smiled and nodded, then proudly declared, “Maoshan is not afraid of trouble either. Those who are willing to negotiate with us, Maoshan won’t mind giving them some guidance. Otherwise… do they really think the thousand-year legacy of Maoshan is a joke?”

Feng Jun slightly nodded upon hearing this, “It’s good that you think that way.”

He had just seen off Tang Wenji and Daoist Ma when Zhuang Haoyun returned.

Because Feng Jun was unable to be in two places at once and didn’t visit Pingyang, Zhuang Haoyun, who couldn’t wait, had returned home a week earlier.

The upfront payment of sixty million for his son Zhuang Zesheng’s treatment had been paid, and due to his audacious theft of the Ancestral Tablet from Maoshan, the subsequent three months of convalescence at Luohua Manor were considered settled.

Strictly speaking, he didn’t need to be so anxious, but Zhuang Haoyun didn’t see it that way. Even if nothing spectacular was found in the cave, as long as he could please Feng Jun, couldn’t he… perhaps stay in the Bamboo Forest for a couple of days?

Having encountered Yang Yuxin and witnessed the affairs of Maoshan, he was clearly aware that the Bamboo Forest of Luohua Manor was an extraordinary existence.

It was a huge stroke of luck for his son to have the chance to recuperate there, but Zhuang Haoyun pondered: With such a great opportunity, I could try to obtain even more.

Being insatiable is one of the driving forces behind human progress. Director Zhuang, as a successful businessman, was particularly conspicuous in this aspect.

In fact, he had a genuine need. He was already middle-aged, with everything on the decline, especially his wife, whose health wasn’t great to begin with. It had only worsened over recent years due to their son’s illness… They both needed restorative care.

Because his wife was quite talkative, he decided it was better to make his own decisions. After all, a man need not share the details of his struggles with his family. Once the results are in, letting the family enjoy the fruits is sufficient.

This time, he brought many items, all quite old: stone axes, basketry, hemp ropes, oil lamps, rusty arrowheads, and even a wooden bucket for drawing water.

Regrettably, nothing caught Feng Jun’s eye, with only the oil lamp… barely qualifying as an antique.

There was a leather scroll, from which Feng Jun could sense a hint of an ancient aura. Unfurling it, it wasn’t very big, merely the size of a square foot.

Then, a rather unfortunate incident occurred, due to the excessive passage of time, the leather scroll crumbled…

Feng Jun shook his head, half laughing and half crying as he spoke, “Director Zhuang, you can’t just bring anything over to me… Really, even the Stone Lock is missing two pieces. If you could find those two stones, it would be better than all these things.”

“I wish I could find those two stones too,” Zhuang Haoyun said with a look of frustration. “But really, they’re nowhere to be found. That stone chamber has been open for over forty years now. Those stones… who knows where they’ve gone.”

Feng had initially suspected that this fellow might have the two stones in his possession, hoping to whet his appetite, but on hearing this, he could only offer a bitter smile–it’s true, in the mountains, who would care about two stones?

Zhuang Haoyun, however, had guessed his suspicion. Having been in the business world for so many years, one needed that level of logical thinking, or else they would have been devoured long ago–if he were Feng Jun, he would certainly have the same thought.

Yet, he couldn’t state such thoughts openly, so he could only express, “I think those two stones shouldn’t have been lost too far away, probably just around the area. If the master could sense the Yinsha energy, a visit there might allow you to find them easily.”

Feng’s heart stirred slightly, then he dejectedly shook his head again, “Forget it, I’m merely curious about the Stone Lock. What difference would it make if it were complete? Seriously, it’s your family’s ancestral cave, it would be quite inappropriate for me to go.”

Zhuang Haoyun’s eyes flickered as he tentatively said, “Actually, there are other items in the cave. But they’re too big, and I really can’t take them out… Please don’t laugh, master, I truly don’t dare to remove them.”

Seeing Feng Jun continue to smile, his smile inscrutably deep, Zhuang Haoyun boldly declared, “Let me put it this way, there’s also a large cauldron… It’s a ritual vessel for venerating the ancestors, how could I dare to take it out?”

“A cauldron?” Feng Jun’s eyebrows lifted, indeed, such an item could not only be ancient but also quite possibly significant.

Of course, it was perfectly normal for Director Zhuang to be reluctant to take it out.

In the end, Feng Jun shook his head, “Forget it, you don’t want to offend your ancestors, and I don’t want to disrespect the deceased.”

“Don’t say that,” Zhuang Haoyun became anxious, “If that cauldron really is important, I could craft a silver or even a gold cauldron to replace it. The things left by our ancestors are meant for the younger generations to use, right? What I’m worried about is… that the cauldron might be nothing special.”

It wasn’t that he dared not steal it, what he feared was that after stealing it, if the item couldn’t benefit the Zhuang Family, then he truly would have acted in vain.

Although Feng Jun was curious about the cauldron, he truly had no time to go to Pingyang right now–more importantly, he disliked the feeling of having to sneak around, so he could only pretend to be indifferent, “Whether you bring it or not, that’s your business.”

He had other matters to attend to, especially the books from Maoshan about talismans, which were quite enlightening for him, so much so that the previously elusive Sweet Dew Talisman finally began to take shape.

Three days later, it started to rain in Zhengyang. Normally, snow would be expected at this time of year, but the past ten days had been sunny with extremely high ground temperatures, so even though it was raining now, the temperature hadn’t dropped much.

Amidst the incessant winter rain, under a pine tree, Feng Jun let out a loud laugh, stood up, and with a flick of his hand, released a talisman, while forming a spell in his hand, “Go!”

With that command, the talisman instantly transformed into a hundred-zhang-sized cloud about a hundred meters above the ground, followed by an even denser downpour of raindrops.

As the raindrops hit the ground, the previously withered grass surged up as if fueled by hormones, growing wildly.

Within this hundred-zhang radius, there were dozens of trees that had wilted over the winter, but their branches shuddered and green buds could be faintly seen swelling, as if to welcome the spring.

The Sweet Dew Talisman was indeed defying the heavens; it could be used to grow off-season vegetables…

However, it was not perfect yet, and Feng Jun began to ponder, “It can only be used on rainy days… that can’t really be considered a true Sweet Dew Talisman, can it?”

Three days later, he finally succeeded in creating a Sweet Dew Talisman that was not affected by the weather, and couldn’t help but jump up with joy, “Success at last!”

No wonder he was so overjoyed; the success of the Sweet Dew Talisman meant that he had opened up a new source of income in the mobile phone realm.

Actually, he initially focused on the Sweet Dew Talisman in the mobile phone realm but then couldn’t draw it properly, so he shifted his focus to other things, like the Essence Blood Protection Talisman and so on.

Strictly speaking, the Sweet Dew Talisman wasn’t as stable as the Lingzhi Formation, but the talisman could be used over a wider area. Although its duration was short, the effect per unit time was even stronger than the Lingzhi Formation.

In simple terms, the Lingzhi Formation is used for lazy farming and can cultivate high-quality spiritual medicines– it’s stable, after all.

The Sweet Dew Talisman is also meant for the lazy, unable to produce very high-quality items, but covering a large planting area. In particular for things like Spirit Valley when it’s time to head and tiller, the effect is extraordinary.

Compared to the Lingzhi Formation, the Sweet Dew Talisman is much cheaper. However, this item is single-use, and several may be needed for one harvest. But… it’s cheap, that’s the biggest advantage.

A true farming expert should use techniques like the “Minor Cloud Rain Technique”, “Major Cloud Rain Technique”, “Pest Removal Technique”, and so on, to cultivate Spirit Fields, which might not be as stable as the Lingzhi Formation, but are definitely more powerful than the Sweet Dew Talisman.

However, in the area of Mount Zhige, using the Lingzhi Formation isn’t an option–it requires Spirit Stones to operate.

Feng Jun could set up a Lingzhi Formation and grow some Natural Treasures for his own personal use without anyone making a fuss, but spreading it widely was absolutely impossible, as ordinary people have no right to come into contact with Spirit Stones.

Farming with techniques was also out of the question–these were all mortals, who could do that?

But with the Sweet Dew Talisman, it was different. Immortals and mortals may differ, but no rule says mortals can’t use the talismans of Immortals.

In essence, it was a gray area, with Feng Jun selling some Immortal Family Talismans to the local villagers to grow some Spirit Plants.

Nothing high-end, just Spirit Rice and Spirit Valley and the like, and most of them were just Sub-Spirit Valley or Sub-Spirit Rice, but they could ensure that these villagers would at least break even–this was a quantity-over-quality approach.

As for whether these Spirit Plants were sold to him or not, it really didn’t matter. By selling those talismans, he could make a profit anyway.

Of course, if he could buy back those Spirit Plants, even better–why earn money once when you could earn it twice?

In short, with the Sweet Dew Talisman taken care of, he could now focus on farming in Mount Zhige.

(Updated to here, there’s one more patron today, Feng Xiao noted, and will make up for the extra release as soon as possible… also, calling for monthly subscriptions.)