Chapter 615 - 290: Lending a Hand (3)

Just as expected.

Pulled his hand back at the critical moment.

He actually gained so many Fortune Points all at once.

Looks like Fa Zheng really has the means, able to threaten him, and ensure no one finds out.

Thinking of this—

Jiang Feng summoned his Flying Ship and swiftly returned to his cave residence.

Knowing that Fa Zheng has issues, if he went back, that would be courting danger; even if he resolved the danger, there’d be no Fortune Point increase, and he might also attract Fa Zheng’s suspicion.

There’s nothing better than slipping away now.

Even if Fa Zheng gets dissatisfied and suspects that he’s concealing his Talisman Master cultivation, he couldn’t possibly guess he’s a Fourth-Grade Talisman Master. At most, he’d think Jiang Feng possesses Second-Grade Talisman Master strength, or has potential to become one.

He would also see him as a coward who clings to life, looking down on him even more.

"Hey, he left!"

"You haven’t even given our Elder a handshake yet!"

Jiang Feng summoned his Flying Ship and slipped directly out the door, immediately drawing attention from those inside the Main Hall. Wu Qiyang, who had always kept his eyes on Jiang Feng, saw him run off like this and was so angry he wanted to chase him, but Fa Zheng held him back.

"Elder, that Jiang guy is making fun of us."

Wu Qiyang said, indignant.

"So what if he’s making fun? This is Cyan Cloud Sect; what do you think you can do to him?"

Fa Zheng retorted.

"Hmph, I never thought Cyan Cloud Sect would be so pathetic. Can’t even find a disciple to spar with me, and even the Talisman Masters are garbage, not even daring to give my master a handshake."

Wu Qiyang spat angrily.

"I’ll give your master a handshake!"

Ma Weidong snapped, stepping forward.

"Enough! Fa Zheng is a Third-Grade Talisman Master, how could you be qualified to shake hands with him?"

Qiu Shan stopped him.

"Elder Fa Zheng, don’t mind him. Jiang Feng probably had something urgent to deal with back at home. No matter what, even if he isn’t impressive, he’s better than those arrogant fools. On the path of cultivation or in talisman-painting and alchemy, people like that usually reap what they sow."

Changyun spoke up for Jiang Feng, his words indirectly scolding Wu Qiyang.

"Hmph!"

Wu Qiyang’s face darkened.

"Master Chang is right. We won’t disturb you any longer."

Fa Zheng replied calmly.

He led Wu Qiyang and the others out of Yagu Peak Main Hall.

At the doorstep, Jiang Feng’s Flying Ship was already nowhere to be seen. Fa Zheng felt very strange, wondering what he’d missed—how could Jiang Feng resist the lure of the Golden Cicada Talisman?

Just like the Fortune Point feedback from Jiang Feng.

He had definitely done something; as long as Jiang Feng gave him a handshake, at the instant their soul powers touched, he could plant a talisman on Jiang Feng.

Even if Jiang Feng realized in time, he’d have to use all his soul power to remove the talisman, and even if his Fourth-Grade Talisman Master identity wasn’t revealed, Fa Zheng would guess Jiang Feng posed a serious threat to the Divine Sect because of his powerful soul force.

So if Jiang Feng and Fa Zheng shook hands, there were only two outcomes: either swallow the humiliation and accept the planted talisman,

or reveal his true strength and fight tooth and nail.

No matter how it turned out, he’d end up at a disadvantage.

The only wise option was to slip away in time.

Inside the cave residence.

Jiang Feng drained a pot of yellow rice wine in one gulp, feeling resentful. This is Cyan Cloud Sect—how dare Fa Zheng openly scheme against him? Is Cyan Cloud Sect really so weak, letting them run wild?

If he’d shaken hands with Fa Zheng,

and exposed his strength, could Cyan Cloud Sect really protect him?

Judging by how Fa Zheng and the rest behave, Jiang Feng feels it’s likely hopeless.

He joined Cyan Cloud Sect only for protection, but unexpectedly got into even more trouble. Bottom line: he’s still not strong enough.

If only he were Golden Core, or a Nascent Soul Powerhouse—would he let Fa Zheng act like this?

He must lay a solid foundation for Celestial Dao Foundation Establishment.

Jiang Feng closed his eyes to calm himself. No matter what, he had to keep his cool; as long as he perfected Celestial Dao Foundation Establishment, revenge would surely be his in the future.

"You’re upset, want revenge, huh?"

Suddenly, a mellow voice sounded behind Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng was startled and jumped up to look back.

It was an old man carrying a wine jug, so round he looked like a balloon.

Ever since he’d entered Yagu Peak—

All the disciples Jiang Feng saw were pretty fat.

Qu Yiguang, Ma Weidong, Qiu Shan—each fatter than the last.

But this fat old man in front of him, though big, somehow made people feel comfortable, like a rolling water orb. Even his skin rippled when he spoke.

"Senior, you are...?"

Jiang Feng asked.

"You asked Xiao Lin to find a Golden Core Powerhouse to cover you. He begged me quite a while, stuffed me with delicacies from the mountains and the seas—too tasty. Just like the pickled cabbage and tofu you eat every day, I just couldn’t refuse."

The fat old man laughed.

He sat down on a stone bench in front of Jiang Feng.

His backside sank into the seat, Jiang Feng felt like his rear swallowed the stone stool.

This guy was round as a ball, scary fat, yet so soft he didn’t feel frightening or disgusting. Hearing this, Jiang Feng said, "Senior, could you help me teach Fa Zheng a lesson?"

"Can’t help."

The fat old man shook his head.

As he shook his head, his scalp spun more than seven hundred degrees so that the back of his head was facing Jiang Feng. Realizing something was off, he turned his head back again.

Jiang Feng was baffled. This guy was fat as a mountain, his face rippled as he talked, looking like he was made of water.

"If even you can’t help me, what can I possibly do to him?"

Jiang Feng looked discouraged.

"Go wash your hands, then find him."

The fat old man spat out a bubble, which floated up in front of Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng saw it was a water orb.

He hesitated, then plunged both hands into the orb; instantly, it felt as if there was a layer of water over them, then the sensation blended into his palms, leaving no visible difference.

"Senior, please wait!"

Even if he didn’t know what changed, since the fat old man dared to send him to shake hands with Fa Zheng, there must be a way to guarantee his safety and ensure his Talisman Master cultivation wouldn’t be exposed.

So, having thought it through, Jiang Feng quickly left the cave residence, summoned his Flying Ship, and dove toward the Main Hall.

Just at that moment, Fa Zheng had stepped out of the Main Hall but hadn’t gone far.

"Elder, he’s back!"

Wu Qiyang heard the wind.

Saw Jiang Feng’s Flying Ship dive down from the sky.