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Chapter 583 -583: Tomboyish Heavenly Master (First update in honor of Liang Ying) Chapter 583 -583: Tomboyish Heavenly Master (First update in honor of Liang Ying) “`
How could you be so shameless?
Feng Jun looked at the young woman before him, his nose almost twisting with anger.
“I’m trying to reason with you, and yet you shamelessly threaten me?”
What he hadn’t realized was that if he hadn’t run into Feng Jun, Maoshan might have reasoned with him the same way—with fists.
Feng Jun became even more interested as he watched; this Tang Wenji was truly a remarkable person.
He began to believe that she might indeed be the most talented among the Maoshan disciples of the past three generations.
Not to mention anything else, the Little Celestial Master’s commanding ability was first-rate, she was quite decisive, and she dared to make tough decisions.
Of course, he couldn’t let her mess around in front of him, otherwise, where would Master Feng’s dignity be?
So he glanced at Zhuang Haoyun and spoke indifferently, “How about this? At most, Director Zhuang could rent the Mount Mao Ancestral Plaque for a ritual… Considering that, would Daoist Tang Wenji be satisfied?”
Tang Wenji paused, then nodded with a smile, “That’s fine. It’s rare for Daoist Feng to speak up; I’ll sell you this favor.”
She even had a bit of a manly spirit about her, Feng Jun thought to himself, nodding silently, and then spoke up, “So, what would you like to discuss next, Daoist?”
He had his own methods of handling things, but since the other party was open and straightforward, he couldn’t be too petty—the agenda is yours to set.
Tang Wenji didn’t decline, speaking briskly, “I’ve heard that someone under your guidance possesses natural divine strength. Wenji, being unskilled, wishes to experience it for myself.”
Watt? The others, upon hearing this, were all taken aback.
Tang Wenji was only about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, roughly 1.65 meters tall, and her weight… probably didn’t reach 100 pounds, especially her arms, which were very delicate, without visible muscles.
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With such a small frame, she dared to challenge someone to an arm-wrestling match? And that someone had “natural divine strength”?
Wang Haifeng, Xu Leigang, and Gazi exchanged glances, pretending they didn’t hear—after all, they couldn’t afford to lose face like that.
Tang Wenji glanced sideways at the three of them before her gaze finally settled on Gao Qiang, “Big brother seems quite strong.”
Speaking truthfully, if it came down to aura, it was the retired special forces soldiers who were truly fierce.
Gao Qiang scratched his head and gave a wry smile, “Daoist, I’m the weakest here.”
He didn’t want to beat a girl in arm-wrestling, so it seemed it would be an instance of ‘every man for himself.’
Tang Wenji turned her head and sized up Wang Haifeng—she had to admit, Coach Wang’s appearance was quite impressive; he looked muscular.
Wang Haifeng held his head high, intensely staring at the ceiling as if there was a beauty revealing herself up there.
“Alright, enough fooling around,” Feng Jun spoke up, “Lei Gang, you go up… but be careful not to lose.”
The others, upon hearing this, looked collectively at Tang Wenji—could it be that this petite girl required Xu Leigang to take action?
When it came to strength, in Luohua Manor, aside from Feng Jun himself, the first to be recommended was Gazi, and the second was the High-Rank Martial Warrior Xu Leigang. Di Aixin was slightly inferior to him, and Gao Qiang was slightly inferior to Di Aixin.
But since Feng Jun had spoken, they all had to take it seriously. Xu Leigang, though discontent in his heart, had to treat it earnestly.
Their arms were placed on the table, and just by the thickness of the arms, it was truly a case of… beauty and the beast.
The competition was still arm-wrestling, and as soon as they exerted strength, Xu Leigang’s expression changed and he blurted out two words involuntarily, “Martial master?”
He had sparred with Gazi several times before and immediately felt an odd internal energy within the other’s body.
This energy was different from that of the three of them, but the feeling the little girl gave him was—extremely similar to Gazi’s.
Tang Wenji’s eyebrows rose, “Huh, interesting, are you also practising the way of the internal family?”
As the two arm-wrestled, Feng Jun finally had the time to take out his mobile phone and started swiping on it.
The reality proved that Feng Jun’s warning was not wrong—after a full half-minute of arm-wrestling, neither could overcome the other.
“Let’s stop here,” Xu Leigang decisively gave up, “Your way of channeling internal energy is very peculiar, coming in waves… If I were a martial master, you would be no match.”
The opponent was still a woman after all. If it was just a question of brute strength, even if she was of martial master level, Xu Leigang wouldn’t fear her. However, a martial master can freely control their internal energy, and while he wanted to win by force, she was like holding a spike, jabbing at him repeatedly.
This pulse-like attack method was extremely uncomfortable for him.
Tang Wenji was also struggling to cope; she was indeed not naturally gifted with divine strength. Her cultivation level was there, but the other was also practising the internal family’s ways. Although his realm was inferior, he was still a man—and a man with considerable strength at that.
She retracted her arm and glanced at Daoist Ma, “Is it him?”
“Martial master?” Gazi’s eyes lit up, and he approached, “Shall we have a go?”
Daoist Ma’s mouth twitched, “It’s this person.”
“If you ask me, let’s just drop it,” Feng Jun said with a half-smile looking at Tang Wenji, “You can’t beat Gazi.”
He initially intended to provoke her to see how she would react.
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As it turned out, Tang Wenji knew well the principle of quitting while ahead, “Alright, I don’t know what realm a martial master is supposed to be, but if we’re talking about the same level, I definitely can’t beat a man.”
Feng Jun’s face was full of ill intent, “Maybe you could win. Why not give it a try?”
The girl was too dazzling today, he couldn’t resist setting a trap to trick her.
Tang Wenji looked at him thoughtfully, “Is the strength of that Gazi greater, or is yours?”
Feng Junruo stroked his chin thoughtfully, “Ah, it’s about the same… You can just compare with him, I can’t bully you.”
He had already started to consider how to make the little girl cry in a variety of ways.
“You’re lying,” Tang Wenji glared at him and spoke with annoyance, “I estimate that I could not beat you even with two of me.”
Gazi was too impatient, “Even ten of you couldn’t win against Brother Jun!”
“Cough cough,” Sister Hong coughed lightly and spoke gravely, “Tang Wenji fellow Taoist, what would you like to do next?”
Tang Wenji glanced at her, having an idea in her mind—this woman must be the one who calls the shots among the three women, “Next, I’d like to hear what Feng fellow Taoist has to say about my Mount Mao Ancestral Plaque… Irrelevant people, please leave.”
At her words, Zhuang Haoyun and Li Shishi both left; unexpectedly, even Gao Qiang left.
Yang Yuxin fetched a briefcase, placed it on the couch, and then turned to leave.
Tang Wenji looked at the three men and three women beside Feng Jun and asked in a deep voice, “Are they all inheritors of your Taoist lineage?”
The six of them remained silent, and Feng Jun nodded, but did not answer.
Sister Hong lifted her hand and opened the briefcase, revealing the ancestral tablet inside.
Tang Wenji took note of this scene inwardly—this woman was remarkable; she must not be underestimated in the future.
Feng Jun raised his hand and the ancestral tablet flew into his grasp. Although Daoist Ma had seen this scene before, he couldn’t help but be deeply alarmed.
There were two snaps as Tang Wenji began to clap her hands. She said with a smile, “Indeed, it’s levitation by void.”
“It’s Levitation Object Collection,” Zhang Caixin couldn’t help but speak up. She had been annoyed with this brat for a long time now—what was there to show off about? With neither the looks nor the height, dressed like a street angel, who do you think you are?
Do you say you have talent? Come and compare with me.
Tang Wenji was actually paying close attention to her for a simple reason: the girl was young and beautiful, and what’s more, she had an exotic charm. Maybe she was… Master Feng’s favorite?
Seeing her speak, Tang Wenji didn’t argue but just glanced at Feng Jun— Is this your family’s rule?
She had heard from Senior Brother Ma that Feng fellow Taoist was a person who placed great emphasis on rules.
Feng Jun also felt that Zhang Caixin’s abrupt remarks were a bit reckless. ‘Void Collection’ and ‘Levitation Object Collection’ conveyed the same meaning, it’s just a different term—without any unique insights, it was inappropriate to interject.
But… she was a bit of a wild child by nature.
Feng Jun’s elbow always bent inward. So he loosened his grip, and the ancestral tablet hovered in the air. Then, in front of everyone’s eyes, it slowly drifted towards Tang Wenji, stopping about a foot and a half from her face.
Then, he asked in a leisurely manner, “Tang fellow Taoist, are you familiar with this technique?”
You should know, there was more than five feet between Feng Jun and Tang Wenji across a large coffee table as they spoke. Yet, he managed to send the ancestral tablet floating to his opponent’s face.
Tang Wenji’s complexion instantly changed. She didn’t respond but instead reached out to grab the ancestral tablet hovering in the air.
As for trickery and illusion, Maoshan was strong in that regard, boasting a thousand-year heritage. The discoveries made during alchemy and talisman painting were not only used for amassing wealth but also as an opportunity to expand their influence.
Thus, it can be said that the rudiments of magic first appeared in Huaxia. As a Little Celestial Master, Tang Wenji wouldn’t be unprepared for such tricks.
However, as she reached out and touched the ancestral tablet, she found it light as a feather. Then gradually, it gained weight and, after about ten seconds, returned to its proper heft—around a dozen pounds.
Tang Wenji instinctively weighed the ancestral plaque in her hand, her expression becoming even more astonished. She looked at Feng Jun in disbelief, “Feng fellow Taoist actually… cultivated the Six Senses?”
The so-called Six Senses are the senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, and mind.
She had tentatively determined that he used mental power to control this ancestral tablet, which naturally caused her great shock.
In the records of Maoshan, there were predecessors who had cultivated the Six Senses, and not just one individual, so this wasn’t just a rumor. However… such formidable Six Senses had never been mentioned in the records.
Lifting a piece of talisman paper was manageable, but an object weighing over a dozen pounds? That was unheard of.
In fact, in nearly three hundred years, no cultivator from Maoshan had cultivated the Six Senses again—if you didn’t count magic tricks.
Feng Jun smiled faintly at her, “In my Taoist lineage, this is called Divine Sense or Spiritual Sense. In my view, to project one’s intent and control objects, it’s no longer as simple as just mind power.”
Actually, he had not wanted to show off so early, but Zhang Caixin’s casual interjection had been looked down upon by the other party. Since he was unwilling to scold Xiao Caixin and did not want the other party to think his side lacked manners,
he had no choice but to reveal a little of his ability. By intimidating the other side, he also steered the conversation away from potential embarrassment.
(First update, congratulating alliance leader Liang Ying. The title can only fit twenty characters, can’t write it all down. Loudly calling for monthly votes.)
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