CHAPTER 516: CHAPTER 526: NOT EASILY SCARED

As long as one’s strength is formidable enough, even if one were an Outer Disciple, what of it?

Chu Feng could absolutely command the wind and summon the rain, and act as he pleased. Without strength, even if one were an Inner Sect Disciple of a martial sect, one would still be mere trash. Chu Feng could slap them and send them flying.

"Little Chu, there’s something that I, as the Mountain Master, must say to you! A person must possess self-awareness and learn to evaluate the situation! Otherwise, even if one has some talent, they could perish prematurely and fall from grace!"

Mountain Master Mao spoke with a grave and earnest tone.

"What matter? Please speak, Mountain Master Mao!" Chu Feng maintained a modest and polite demeanor.

"Didn’t you recently win that ancestral Jade Pendant from the son of Jia Zongling? The family compensated you with 500,000 silver taels, and I advise you to quit while you’re ahead!"

"Take the initiative to return the Jade Pendant, and both parties will be delighted."

Mountain Master Mao finally revealed his true colors.

After all this fuss, it turns out he was speaking on behalf of Jia Zongling.

Chu Feng sneered inwardly; the Jade Pendant was already of no significant value, returning it was not a problem. But to expect him to simply hand it over for nothing was out of the question.

That brat Jia Zhenjing need not be mentioned, acting like a sworn enemy upon seeing Chu Feng. Jia Zongren had a slightly better attitude but had abruptly intervened last time to suppress Chu Feng, preventing him from entering the Inner Sect.

This grudge, Chu Feng had not forgotten.

A mere 500,000 taels was far from sufficient to settle this score.

"Er... I actually do want to return it. Only, that Jade Pendant has already been damaged by me. Please convey to Jia Zongling that he should no longer dwell on that Jade Pendant."

Chu Feng, touching his nose, spoke the honest truth.

"Even if it’s damaged, there’s still a corpse, right? Hand it over!"

Mountain Master Mao didn’t believe Chu Feng’s nonsense at all. He reached out to demand the Jade Pendant from Chu Feng.

"I don’t have it!" Chu Feng naturally would not hand it over.

"You..." Mountain Master Mao’s face showed anger, he took a deep breath, and forcefully repressed his towering rage. "Speak, under what condition will you hand over the Jade Pendant?"

It seemed that this young man Chu Feng was not so easily deceived. To make Chu Feng hand it over for nothing was simply impossible.

"Heh, I won’t ask for much, just the 500,000 silver taels and I can return the Jade Pendant to Jia Zongling! However, I must clarify one thing beforehand, the Jade Pendant has been damaged, and Jia Zongling should truly consider if he is willing to spend such a sum to buy it back. Once sold, there will be no returns."

Chu Feng, even when swindling, did it in a frank and open manner.

He reiterated once more that he had damaged the Jade Pendant.

"You, you’re really asking for an exorbitant price, demanding 500,000 taels, you’re simply insane! If there’s nothing else, you can get out. Since you don’t know what’s good for you, then you can’t blame me, the Mountain Master, for not warning you."

"I, as the Mountain Master, will personally deliver your exact words to Jia Zongling. You’d better think carefully about the seriousness of the consequences of offending Jia Zongling."

Mountain Master Mao’s face was cold, his words containing a veiled threat, warning Chu Feng.

He also attempted to pressure Chu Feng into submission with his final push.

"Serious consequences?"

"Ha, if I were afraid of consequences, I wouldn’t dare to confront Jia Zhenjing! Since Mountain Master Mao insists on being this messenger, let me add one more thing. Please tell Jia Zongling that I, Chu Feng, grew up one mouthful at a time, not from scares."

"If he wants to use his power to bully me, the price for redeeming the Jade Pendant would be not just 500,000 taels, but one million taels."

Chu Feng’s words almost made Mountain Master Mao spew blood in anger.

Scoundrel!

"Bang!"

Mountain Master Mao angrily smashed a delicate vase from the table onto the ground. Still not feeling relieved, he went on a rampage of destruction, and only then did he feel much better.

The pent-up frustration in his heart also dissipated significantly.

In his confrontations with Chu Feng, he had never gained the upper hand.

"Master, please calm your anger. Why bother arguing with a junior like him?" A charming young female sword slave said softly, trying to soothe Mountain Master Mao.

"I have been Mountain Master for so many years; when have I ever been treated with such disrespect? Not to mention a mere manager, even a Vice Mountain Master wouldn’t dare to confront me like this. It’s utterly infuriating..."

What truly exasperated Mountain Master Mao was not that Chu Feng had contradicted him.

But that after Chu Feng had contradicted him, he was unable to do anything to Chu Feng, not even the slightest bit.

This was precisely the reason for his furious rage.

"Little Bamboo, clean up this place!" Having said that, Mountain Master Mao straightened his robes and walked out of the office hall. He was going to visit Jia Zongren to report on the progress of events personally.

And to convey Chu Feng’s attitude to Jia Zongren.

...

Chu Feng had just returned to his own Manager’s estate, only to find that someone else was looking for him.

"Manager Chu, this is a letter for you!"

A messenger from the sect respectfully handed over a letter sealed with lacquer to Chu Feng. The Ten Thousand Sword Sect was immense with a million members, and they maintained a very strict discipline over both their inner and outer sect disciples.

For the collection and dispatch of letters, there was a dedicated post house.

If it was a sword slave or an ordinary outer disciple, they would need to personally go to the post house for sending and receiving letters. Even if a letter arrived for them, there would not be a home delivery service.

Instead, the letters would be publicly posted on the wall outside the post house.

Chu Feng, as one of the Eight Housekeepers of Medicine Mountain, held a very high status. If there were letters for him, the messengers from the post house would not dare to delay and would deliver them to him immediately.

"Thank you! Here’s a tip for your trouble, go have some tea!"

After receiving the letter, Chu Feng casually tossed out a piece of broken silver, about half a cent in value.

Indeed, just enough for a cup of tea.

"Thank you, Lord Chu, for the generous reward!" Although the tip the messenger received was not much, he was overjoyed. He had to deliver many letters a day, and if each important person rewarded him a little, the small amounts would accumulate to a substantial sum.

After a day of hard work, the income was quite considerable.

Chu Feng waved his hand, sending the messenger away after which he opened the letter.

A faint fragrance wafted from the paper, a familiar scent, and without needing to read, Chu Feng knew the letter was from Li Shishi.

Indeed, the handwriting on the paper was graceful and beautiful.

"Dear Master, following your orders, Shishi has gone to the Vermilion Bird Imperial City to set up an Elixir Store. With the assistance of Beixie’s National Master Wen Shu and the Northern Territory’s Three Fierce Men, I am glad to inform you that we have not disappointed you. We have successfully found a very decent shop. Although it only has a six-meter-wide facade and shop front, it has a courtyard, an underground warehouse, and more to its rear. Moreover, the asking price for this courtyard is very cheap..."

The capability of Li Shishi and the others was indeed admirable.

In less than a month, they had already found a suitable property.

Chu Feng intended to establish a base in the Vermilion Bird Imperial City, so of course, he could not just rent a property. He needed to purchase a property with a storefront.

The courtyard being unusually cheap certainly had its reasons.

Li Shishi had already investigated and found out that the courtyard had changed hands eleven times within just a hundred years. Each owner had only just moved in when misfortune struck.

Either their business failed, or they lost their office... In short, the courtyard was so eerie that anyone who bought it and moved in was bound to suffer bad luck.