In the end, Feng Jun did not agree to allocate those formations. He only said, "Work out a set of rules among yourselves, then let me know."
Still, though he had put it politely, no one dared act as if he did not exist—the rules had to be reasonable and fair.
Feng Mountain Lord had provided the goods and even relinquished the right to distribute them. If they failed to handle things properly, who could bear the consequences of angering him?
After those people left, Feng Jun told Yang Yuxin to build another Blessing Courtyard for other Daoist Order disciples to cultivate in.
This Blessing Courtyard did not need to be very large. A hundred mu would be enough, and the surrounding area would mainly consist of woodland. The usable area would be less than forty mu. Two hundred separate small rooms, each ten square meters, would only take up a little over three mu.
The rooms did not need to be particularly comfortable. Electricity would be enough. Food, lodging, and meals would all be their own responsibility; Luohua Manor would not provide them—cultivators had never advocated extravagance anyway.
Of the remaining thirty-odd mu, aside from passageways and the like, there would be ornamental rockeries and scenery. Basically, each room could be allotted around a hundred square meters, all with abundant spiritual energy—whatever the relevant cultivators wanted to plant was up to them. Luo Hua would not interfere.
Yang Yuxin said construction would not be a problem, nor would it take very long, but she was worried. "Are you putting all this together because you want to be the leading Boss of the Daoist Order?"
"Am I not qualified?" Feng Jun laughed. "Whether we're talking about cultivation, influence, the manuals I've collected... or even financial resources, let me ask you