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Chapter 632: Chapter 632 Vast Sea for Fish to Leap

Chapter 632: Chapter 632 Vast Sea for Fish to Leap

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The Seven-Arrows Nailhead Curse Technique is extremely well-known among the Daoist sects, said to be a divine skill from the lineage of Lord Tongtian, yet in truth, it’s a method for shielding fates and altering destinies contrary to the heavens, something that every cultivator will eventually come into contact with.

This method is astonishingly powerful, and mastering it completely is extremely difficult; even in the realm of mobile phones, there are likely only a few great beings capable of doing so.

The Daoist sects from the Earth Realm have produced some exceptionally brilliant characters, who have even developed neutered or customized versions of this technique—the legendary Zhuge Liang obtained the “Seven-Stars Life Extension Technique,” purportedly extending life by twenty years; unfortunately, it was ruined when Wei Yan accidentally knocked over an oil lamp.

Feng Jun harbors cautious doubts about this legend; he believes that if there truly were a life extension technique, it wouldn’t involve seven oil lamps but rather forty-nine.

The Seven Stars correspond to the Big Dipper, with the Southern Dipper governing life and the Northern Dipper governing death; how could stars associated with death bring about life extension?

It’s properly forty-nine stars, representing the state of being dead beyond dead; when things reach their extreme, they can reverse, and therein lies the possibility of life.

It is the so-called mystery of Dao: the Great Dao comprises fifty, but it leaves out one, for the heavens do not completely cut off all paths for mortals; what Zhuge Liang sought was the “escaping one.”

Therefore, it is clear that the Seven-Arrows Nailhead Curse Technique is meant for harming others.

This type of technique, designed for reversing fates against the heavens, existed in Maoshan, Wangwu Mountain too, and even Dragon Phoenix Mountain and Mount Qingcheng, renowned for capturing ghosts, had it, not to mention the Big Dipper Formation in Wudang, and The Seven True Taoists’ Seven Stars Formation are not unrelated to this.

Upon hearing this, Monk Ming Xin’s face changed instantly, “This is a Buddhist method used for slaying demons and eradicating evil, how could it be your Daoist sect’s method for harming others?”

The scrawny Taoist paused for a moment, then nodded his head, “Alright, let’s say you make a good point.”

When Master Shimingxin heard this, he was immediately taken aback—he had prepared himself for a lengthy debate with the opposition, who would have thought the opponent would concede so easily?

The next moment, an uneasy feeling arose faintly in his heart.

Regrettably, this feeling came a little too late, as he saw the diminutive Taoist’s figure flash, and in the blink of an eye, he knocked three monks unconscious on the ground.

“Master…I have something to say!” Zhu Yuefu exclaimed, terrified out of his wits, desperately shouting.

“I do too!” Jiang Changjie almost scared to death; he had seen many storms in the Jianghu, but he had never witnessed such a bizarre scene, “I’ve been deceived!”

Feng Jun glanced at the two and spoke with a heavy voice, “Carry one each, up to the rooftop.”

The ninth floor was the topmost level, above which there was an attic and a large rooftop.

Jiang Changjie and Zhu Yuefu did not dare refuse; each shouldering a young novice monk, they made their way towards the rooftop.

Both knew that if they called for help now, there was a chance of rescue; however, that chance was slim—given the Taoist’s enigmatic abilities, they might be thrown off the building by the Taoist before they could even utter a word.

Going up to the rooftop might cost them their lives, but if they didn’t anger the opposition, there might still be a chance for survival.

After all, it was an era of great peace; an incident involving the sudden appearance of five dead bodies—surely the Taoist wouldn’t dare?

Zhu Yuefu gave Jiang Changjie a secretive glance—suggesting they could throw the monks away and flee in different directions.

But at this moment, Jiang Changjie deeply resented Zhu Yuefu; if not for Zhu’s shout, he would have been downstairs by now—why take such a risk? He hated how this person had dragged him into this mess.

So he spoke out directly, “Master, Zhu Yuefu seems to be plotting something…I report him by name.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he wished he could slap himself—standing right there speaking, what was he doing reporting by name?

Zhu Yuefu was once again trapped by his own cunning; he gave Jiang Changjie a fierce glare, “Reporting by name…you’re used to being reported by others, aren’t you?”

“Even if I’m reported by others, I’m still better than you, who performs hemorrhoid surgery on colon cancer patients!” Jiang Changjie responded with a grim face, “Won’t people die if you don’t perform surgery? At least they know it’s cancer, you can’t just cut it, can you?”

“And you, loaning at high interest rates and driving people to suicide, you’re so upright?” Zhu Yuefu’s face darkened, “And a devout Buddhist too? Pah!”

And there they began to quarrel directly.

Feng Jun ignored them, each person carrying a monk, they proceeded to the rooftop, at which point he finally spoke, “Jump.”

“What?” Jiang Changjie and Zhu Yuefu were both dumbfounded simultaneously—what did you say?

Drizzle continued to fall from the sky, and the rooftop was damp and chillingly cold, the words making them feel even colder.

“Both of you are scum, jump off the building,” Feng Jun’s figure flickered, the Thousand Faces Technique faded, revealing his true face.

He spoke lightly, “I’m reasonable; I’ll let you both die with a clear understanding… Mess with me, and it’s a matter of life and death.”

“Master, I really had nothing to do with this,” Jiang Changjie collapsed to the ground in fear.

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Zhu Yuefu was relatively calm. Honestly, he was a man who had braved the sea, so when it came to courage, he truly had a bit more than Mayor Jiang, this bumpkin.

Master Feng revealed his true form, which left him not only shocked but also filled with deep regret—If I had known that he possessed such power, would I have provoked him?

But now, it was too late to think about these things. His mind was really quick, so he knew what Feng Jun wanted to hear the most, “The person who shot at you, I might have an idea who did it.”

“Is that so?” Feng Jun smiled and even took out a cigarette to light, “Let’s hear it?”

“I have a rough guess,” Zhu Yuefu knew how to seize opportunities, especially at critical moments, and he spoke very quickly, “There are only a few suspects, I can tell you all of them, just to plead for my life.”

Feng Jun shook his head firmly, “Since you’re going to die anyway, I won’t deceive you. I’m telling you the truth, it’s impossible for me to spare you. You have to die.”

“I don’t understand this, even lying to me would have been fine,” Zhu Yuefu’s behavior at this moment was quite rascal-like, “In the end, it’s death regardless, and I’ve already lost the will to survive, so why should I tell you who those people are?”

Feng Jun’s face had returned to normal, but his figure was still very skinny, making his head look abnormally large. In the chilly rain at night, this disproportionate figure made him seem all the more eerie and bizarre.

He shook his large head, speaking in a sinister voice, “If you tell the truth, I won’t harm anyone else in your family, I keep my word… unless they ask for trouble themselves.”

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Zhu Yuefu was furious, “Threatening my family? Aren’t you too young to be so extreme?”

Feng Jun let out a light sigh and took another drag, “Those with the surname Qian targeted my parents. I’ve always believed in an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth… Of course, you can claim you didn’t know.”

Zhu Yuefu was stunned for a moment. He wanted to argue that he really didn’t know, but in the end, he just sighed and spoke difficultly, “I’m still curious, why didn’t you go after Shen Guangming first? Just let me be a ghost that understands.”

If Shen Guangming had been taken care of first, and he saw the end of someone with the surname Shen, he would definitely give everything he had to sway the other party with utmost sincerity.

So deep down, he really felt indignant—Why did you have to go after me first?

Feng Jun’s answer was simple, “The business you run is too unscrupulous.”

Zhu Yuefu also guessed that this might be the answer, feeling especially aggrieved in his heart: I was already restraining myself, I didn’t start a cancer specialty hospital; those really scam people out of their life savings.

In his hometown, there were indeed people who ran such specialty hospitals, and they made money particularly fast.

They found ways to exploit the full potential of cancer patients—not just the wallet, but the potential to borrow and even deceive for money—all of that had to be squeezed dry, that was true exploitation.

Whereas Zhu Yuefu, when he opened a hospital, started with a proctology hospital, then a rhinitis hospital. Although the money he made was quite unscrupulous, it was, after all, not something that killed people.

Of course, he would never admit that he refrained from opening a cancer specialty hospital because such hospitals were too troublesome to run—private hospitals are much less likely to encounter medical disturbances, but it’s not possible to completely eliminate them.

But none of these things needed to be said anymore. He leaped and jumped downstairs—He had been tough all his life, and even in death, he wanted to maintain his dignity. It was nothing more than misjudging people and betting on the wrong horse; he was willing to accept his loss!

As for those suspects? Hah, you can forget about finding out!

There was a loud “thud” from downstairs, followed by screams.

It was a cold rainy night in the Shu Region, which didn’t have heating, so people would usually hide indoors, keeping the windows closed. Feng Jun and the others talking on the roof were not worried about being overheard.

But the noise from the jump was too loud. More than a hundred pounds falling from thirty meters up, let alone the sound, nearby residents could even feel their houses tremble slightly.

Feng Jun was indifferent and turned to Jiang Changjie, smiling, “Mayor Jiang, it’s your turn.”

Jiang Changjie, on normal days, was also a loud and commanding figure, but at this moment, his knees went weak, and he knelt down in the muddy water, continually kowtowing, “Master, spare my life, I’m willing to offer my entire fortune in exchange for your mercy.”

Feng Jun only knew this guy was the village head of an urban village, a position that wouldn’t evoke any good feelings in him, and the fact that he could build such tall buildings already indicated some issues.

However, he wasn’t entirely clear about this man’s misdeeds, so he didn’t bother to go into details, “You’ve seen my true face, do you think I will let you leave just like that?”

“I definitely wouldn’t dare to speak of this matter,” Mayor Jiang reacted swiftly, quickly speaking up, “Besides, even if I did tell, others have to believe it.”

Feng Jun grinned at him, “You’re trying to buy time, waiting for people downstairs to come rushing up, right?”

“I wouldn’t dare, I really wouldn’t dare to speak nonsense,” Mayor Jiang hastily waved his hands, but his ears involuntarily perked up,

Indeed, the sound of chaotic footsteps was coming up from the stairwell.

Feng Jun picked up three monks and threw them down one by one. Three consecutive thuds followed from below, and then someone screamed, as if they had been… hit by the falling bodies.

Then he looked at Mayor Jiang with a smile, hovering more than two meters in the air, “Jump down, or I will kill your whole family.”