Feng Jun had always believed that the formation of this Yin Spring must have had a reason.
Well, that was nonsense. The key was that he had thought of the Wood Baleful Qi created by that Yin Soul Big Shot. The Wood Baleful Qi had been merely a byproduct; the real treasure had been the Ten-Thousand-Year Wood Marrow Amber.
So, might there also be some extraordinary treasure beneath this Yin Spring?
Thus, he took out a phone with no signal and prepared to inspect the surroundings.
Chen Shengwang watched what he was doing, utterly confused. What was Feng Mountain Lord planning?
After fiddling with the phone for a while, Feng Jun fell into thought, then pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
Only after finishing the cigarette did he ask, "Fellow Daoist Chen, do you have any plans for dealing with this Yin Spring in the future?"
"Not for now." Chen Shengwang shook his head. "I did think about building a Daoist Temple nearby after I grow old, making it a Fanghu Retreat. This Yin Spring could then become temple property of Fanghu, but handling this would be rather difficult..."
For him, the money to build a Daoist Temple was not a problem. The more troublesome matter was gaining local support and dealing with the attitudes of the villagers, though those could be resolved with some effort.
What troubled him most was this: "The key is that Fanghu and Jinzhou... simply can't be brought together."
Feng Jun tentatively asked, "What if I wanted to destroy this Yin Spring...?"
"Then destroy it." Chen Shengwang answered indifferently. "This is my own opportunity; it has nothing to do with the Fanghu Lineage. If I truly lack Yin Qi, I can still go to Guan Shanyue. Her Secret Realm on Fugu Mountain has plenty