Chapter 2249: Chapter 2251: Streams Converging
Feng Jun truly considered this point; he hoped to enhance the spiritual mechanism of Earth Realm, allowing him to return to Earth after forming his Nascent Soul, indicating that there is a destined cause in the shadows. Therefore, providing opportunities for other Daoist practitioners should also be rewarded with goodwill.
"Oh," the Guardian was somewhat surprised; it initially thought Feng Jun wouldn’t realize this and was pondering about giving him some guidance.
"I didn’t expect you to have such an understanding, to comprehend the mechanism of luck feedback. This world’s related knowledge is quite scarce; could it be knowledge from another realm?"
This part of cause and effect, I figured it out myself! Feng Jun didn’t want to show off too much, so he smiled and nodded, "That place indeed has more inheritance, but I also deeply cherish this world... Feedback doesn’t matter; I only hope for Great Prosperity of the Daoist sects."
When he mentioned the Great Prosperity of Daoist Sects, it was actually another probe, which the Guardian clearly did not notice, "There certainly will be feedback. The Heavenly Dao of this world is incomplete; however, there are still some Spirit Stone mines. Without feedback, how could spiritual energy be revived?"
You indeed don’t resent the Daoist sects that much! Feng Jun nodded, took out kidneys and liver, and then brought out a map, "Bought two parcels of land... here respectively."
After a pause, the Guardian uttered a slight "Oh," "Oh? Why would you buy this piece of land?"
Although it didn’t specify, Feng Jun already knew, "There’s a cave there, which left a deep impression on me."
The Guardian fell silent, then the next moment, Feng Jun was already back in reality.
I guess it’s what I thought! Feng Jun understood somewhat in his heart, "Tonight, I need to go out, you guys watch the house."
After nightfall, he went directly to Taklimakan, due to his Golden Core cultivation, he could get there by just using Blink, but to save spiritual energy he relied on his physical body instead, which took about three hours.
Upon arrival and investigation, sure enough, the Guardian already buried the liver. Feng Jun didn’t say a word and directly started formation setting, completed the formation in about three hours, then activated it by pinching a seal.
After activation, he didn’t watch anymore but followed the footprints back to Luohua. On the night of the second day, he went to Pingyang and operated the same way, before following the footprints to Taklimakan.
In one day’s time, the desert hadn’t changed dramatically, but Feng Jun carefully felt that it was indeed different; the air clearly had more spiritual energy.
By the fifth night here, it surprisingly rained for two hours!
On the sixth night when Feng Jun returned, he discovered flashing car headlights, not in just one place, which hadn’t happened before.
In fact, a few days before, Feng Jun had sensed it with his Divine Sense, there were indeed people nearby, but their numbers were quite small, only two teams, totaling less than twenty.
Today’s people increased somewhat, at least over seventy, divided into three spots.
On the seventh night’s night, it rained again, with even more people present, topping over a hundred. Moreover, in just two minor showers, patches of greenery unexpectedly appeared in the desert.
The desert conditions are extremely barren, yet the plants growing here are surprisingly resilient, with vigorous vitality, seizing any chance to thrive as long as there’s a hint of rainwater.
Among those observers, there were experts, some happily claimed, "If it could rain like this every three days, it would be much easier to do greening here... With high-quality windbreak tree species, it would be even simpler."
"There’s obvious meteorological anomaly happening here, showing very abnormal cloud maps. Who knows what’s causing it?"
"I’ve heard this anomaly might become the norm, I’ve also inquired specifically, but they said it’s supposed to be confidential."
"Don’t ask too much, researchers just do research, why worry about so many things?"
"We haven’t tried to meddle, but if it’s indeed like this, then it’s entirely possible to requisition this land from the local authorities."
"It might be tough; it’s said that someone has already contracted this land."
"This guy’s luck is really good... I’m saying if this meteorological anomaly can last, making money will be very easy."
"Making money is his business. I just want to know what’s causing this change."
Amidst various discussions, someone picked up a satellite phone and called, "The hive has undergone a significant mutation, visibly with the naked eye, recommending sending loggers to cut down trees to prevent honey theft... at least send two units of loggers."
On the eighth night’s night, Feng Jun returned, and there were already quite a few military vehicles here, most of which were even painted in desert camouflage, in an inconspicuous manner; likely wouldn’t be easily noticed during the daytime.
On the ninth day, logistical vehicles began showing up, such as cooking trucks and the like.
Notably, none of these people entered the 28,000 square kilometers of land; they just stayed around the periphery.
However, on Feng Jun’s land, there were not no people at all; there were several groups that looked like they were doing research.
Upon discovering this, he simply didn’t go back that day. The next morning, he drove an SUV, cruising over this twenty thousand plus square kilometers of land.
After spending more than half an hour, he found an exploration team that had appeared here seven days ago. He drove over and greeted them, "Okay, you can conduct your research, but don’t uproot those plants carelessly."
A young man glanced at him sideways, with visible acne on his face, and said grumpily, "We are investigating plant mutations. If we don’t dig them up, can you give us the answers?"
"Young man, you have so many pimples on your face, seems like you’ve got quite a temper," Feng Jun’s face darkened, imposing without anger, "You’re on my contracted land, damaging my greenery, and you say you’re investigating something... Did I invite you to investigate?"
"This is... your contracted land?" The young man was a bit stunned, "Are you that lucky guy?"
"Whether I’m lucky or not, it’s none of your business!" Feng Jun frowned, "Do you know the penalty for destroying greenery in the desert?"
"I’m not destroying anything!" The young man shouted, "We’re conducting research, engaged in desert management work too!"
"This is the desert I contracted!" Feng Jun frowned, speaking sternly, "I didn’t invite you here. I thought I’d just restrain you a bit, but since you’re so self-righteous, well sorry... please leave!"
"You must be Mr. Feng, right? A pleasure to meet you!" A middle-aged man with glasses approached, "I think you may have some misconceptions about desert management. You’re working hard at afforestation, but you’re also getting subsidies. Since there are subsidies, you have the obligation to cooperate with our research."
"I didn’t even plan on taking subsidies," Feng Jun frowned. He was willing to give up this land, but these people couldn’t just rampage over his territory - things obtained too easily are never cherished.
Bad habits should not be indulged lightly, because if one is given an inch and takes a mile, it becomes meaningless.
So he grimaced, "The subsidies were imposed on me, and now I ask you to leave my land immediately, or don’t blame me for being impolite!"
The middle-aged man looked a bit surprised, "We were invited by the official government to evaluate the desert’s afforestation potential."
Feng Jun replied without hesitation, "I didn’t invite you, so you can’t touch my stuff."
The young man with acne disagreed, "You better think it through... do you really not want the subsidy?"
Feng Jun was too lazy to pay him any more attention, took out a satellite phone, dialed Yang Yuxin’s number, and explained the situation, "...If I can’t make decisions on my own land, I might consider giving up the desert contract!"
Soon after the call, a helicopter roared in, and two robust middle-aged men got off. One approached the exploration team, flashed a credential and said, "Due to the conflict between you and the contractor, please leave immediately!"
The middle-aged man with glasses was flabbergasted, "We were invited, are you sure you want to kick us out?"
"It’s not me kicking you out, but you have a conflict with the contractor," the robust man repeated, "You can negotiate with the inviting party about the specifics, but we must respect the desert management expert who contracted this land!"
"We’re also desert management experts!" The middle-aged man yelled, "I’m a Yangtze River Scholar! What is he?"
"Sorry," the robust middle-aged man glanced at Feng Jun, speaking in a deep voice, "Here, Mr. Feng is the master. Since things aren’t pleasant, please leave immediately or we won’t hesitate to enforce measures!"
The middle-aged man with glasses stamped his foot in anger, "Fine, hope you don’t regret this."
Regret? Such a thing doesn’t exist. After they left, they wanted to complain about Feng Jun, but their contact person said, "Sorry for not making things clear. We must respect the contractor; it’s our responsibility and no expense will be spared."
The middle-aged man with glasses finally realized, "No expense will be spared... so that’s the end of the job?"
After getting a confirmation, he got anxious, "The desert management outcomes here are really worth a thorough study. Ending like this might miss an important opportunity... an opportunity to enhance our nation’s desert management efficiency."
"We don’t want to either, but the contractor is too forceful," the other party said helplessly with a wry smile, "According to what we’ve learned through other channels, this is already being polite as you didn’t respect his opinion and were just expelled."
"This is polite?" The young man with acne shouted, "Does he really dare to hit us?"
He indeed seemed prophetic. Later that day, Feng Jun really injured two groups of people.
One group had illicitly collected several plant samples, intending to smuggle them out, clearly with dubious intentions.
The other was just a man and a woman who appeared to be on a road trip, but Feng Jun pointed at the man and spoke solemnly, "I know you’re a returned overseas Chinese, secretly collecting soil samples..."
