Chapter 268: Chapter 265: 265 Who Has the Biggest Temper

Feng Jun heard the words and sneered coldly, “Do you think I look like someone who lacks money?”

The Princely Heir twitched the corner of his mouth again. If it wasn’t about money, then it was going to be difficult.

He had actually heard that the other party placed a great deal of importance on various Cultivation Techniques and Natural Treasures.

But unfortunately for him, these items… he had very few on hand.

It wasn’t that the Yongyi Duke Mansion didn’t have them, but he didn’t have them–whenever he needed anything, he could just take it from the storeroom, and who would dare deny him?

Strictly speaking, in the heart of the Yongyi Duke’s Princely Heir, he had already considered himself as the de facto Prince.

Whatever tribute he received from the outside, as long as it was something he didn’t need, he would arrange for it to go directly into the official account.

After all, the entire Prince’s Mansion would be his in the future, so it seemed pointless for him now to hoard for himself. It was better to accumulate some merits first.

He hesitated for a moment then spoke again, “Then I’ll pay with Natural Treasures or a Cultivation Technique, how does that sound?”

“From my hands, you’re planning on getting at least ten-thousand taels of Gold,” Feng Jun started to crunch the numbers, and as he spoke, he stared intensely at the Princely Heir to prevent any trickery, “This point, do you plan to deny it?”

A lighting system, if the other party was planning to make a profit of one hundred taels of Gold per unit, ten thousand taels of Gold was just the profit from one hundred units of the system.

Such a system was priced by Feng Jun at two hundred taels of Gold each. Although the price was high and not many could afford it, the Yu Family alone bought three units. In the vast Donghua Country, selling a few thousand units would be like child’s play, right?

The Princely Heir wasn’t planning on denying it; in fact, he had already planned on monopolizing the market to seek exorbitant profits, aiming to earn at least ten-thousand taels of Gold every year.

It might seem as though he couldn’t produce ten-thousand taels of Gold now, but in terms of spending, his annual expenses exceeded that amount, and it still couldn’t be considered wasteful. That was why he was eager to find new sources of revenue.

Having heard Feng Jun’s estimation, he nodded, “I won’t deny it.”

Feng Jun also nodded and spoke indifferently, “I know it’s a low estimate, but that doesn’t matter. You plot against me for ten-thousand taels of Gold, so by a ratio of one to five… you owe me fifty-thousand taels.”

This ‘plot one chase five’ equivalent is similar to the ‘fake one compensates ten’ concept on Earth, meaning if you attempt to acquire one silver dollar via unrighteous means and fail, you should compensate five silver dollars to the other party.

The term “plot” is rather broad, including selling counterfeit goods, theft, or robbery – any illicit means would suffice, even attempted yet unrealized actions— as long as the groundwork has already been laid.

You have already done so, just without success.

Feng Jun believed that this principle was particularly good. Illegally occupying someone else’s property should not only focus on the outcome but also on the process. Only by doing so and increasing the cost of crimes can one deter the wishful thinking in some individuals.

You want to chase five more? The Princely Heir’s mouth twitched again. How did the last person who spoke to me like this end up?

The ten-thousand taels of Gold, he considered it not too high an estimate, so he conceded quite readily. But the demand to compensate fifty-thousand taels of Gold—that was excessive. The Yongyi Duke Mansion could not be bullied like this!

However, he dared not confront Feng Jun head-on, so he could only force a bitter smile, “I can’t even come up with ten-thousand, where would I find fifty-thousand?”

“That’s your problem, not mine,” Feng Jun declared righteously, then narrowed his eyes with a sinister air, “The second thing I want to say is… you’ve ruined my plans, understand?”

The Princely Heir’s face turned instantly pale, for the last phrase was precisely the one he feared most.

Because many unrelated onlookers were around, the two of them couldn’t explicitly mention anything about Immortals, but they both knew intuitively what the crux of the matter was.

The Princely Heir, even though he was inwardly complaining about Feng Jun showing off, didn’t dare to think in other directions—an Immortal, selling goods in the wilderness, was it really just to show off?

To be frank, the Princely Heir would rather Feng Jun was just showing off. However, it was obviously not the case. No Immortal would be that bored.

It meant that Doctor Feng’s actions here must be purposeful.

What the actual purpose was, the Princely Heir couldn’t ask, but there was no doubt that by oppressing Feng Jun this way, leading to the exposure of his identity—whether it happened or was only likely—it definitely ruined Feng Jun’s plans.

Ruining an Immortal’s carefully prepared plans… was this something that could be resolved with money?

Now that Feng Jun had explicitly mentioned this matter, the Princely Heir also felt a bit defiant. After his initial surprise and shame, he steeled his heart, “Fine, I’m the one at fault, what exactly do you want? Just say it.”

“Eh?” Feng Jun was a bit annoyed. I haven’t even lost my temper, and you’re already impatient?

He gave a cold laugh, “Then I’ll just say it straight out, I want Immortal Crystals… a hundred of them!”

The Princely Heir’s eyes bulged, and he forcefully spat out two words, “Don’t have!”

“To hell with this!” Feng Jun narrowed his eyes and raised his hand, delivering a slash with his blade!

He was truly angry now. “You’ve been scheming against me all this time, and now you bare your fangs and brandish your claws? Look how big your temper is.”

Feng Jun actually didn’t have a very good temper. To put it nicely, he couldn’t stand sand in his eyes and couldn’t bear grievances; to put it unpleasantly, he was willful. If it weren’t for this temperament, he wouldn’t have ended up in such a sorry state at one point.

Anyway, once he was annoyed, he would easily erupt. So what if he just killed the Ducal Heir? Worst case, I’ll just turn around and run away.

With Donghua Country being so vast, I refuse to believe there isn’t a place for me.

Of course, he wasn’t someone who acted purely on whim. He hadn’t lashed out earlier, but now he dared to make a move, and there were reasons for this, because just a moment ago, in front of everyone’s eyes, he violently broke the Immortal Array.

The vast majority of people didn’t know what this result meant, but it was impossible that everyone was in the dark.

Before cracking the Immortal Array, if Feng Junruo had killed the Princely Heir, he would have had to flee to the ends of the Earth. Now, killing this person, the one feeling uneasy might not necessarily be him.

However, wanting to kill the Princely Heir was not such an easy task. Four Iron Guards acted together to fend off this strike.

The Iron Guards were not necessarily masters; among these four, only one was a High-Rank Martial Master, the other three were either at the initial or intermediate level.

However, these four joined forces to form the Four Symbols Battle Formation, their combat strength enhanced, staunchly guarding the Princely Heir, not retreating half a step.

Two of the initial level martial masters’ faces paled slightly, clearly not having an easy time receiving that cut.

Feng Jun’s strike was blocked, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he sneered, “Do you also wish to die?”

Killing an Iron Guard wasn’t much lighter in nature than killing the Princely Heir—Sacred Guardians, not to be violated.

He had already pointed out the Princely Heir’s wrongdoing. If the Iron Guards continued to obstruct, it would be disrespecting the Immortals.

Iron Guards rarely spoke, but that didn’t mean they didn’t think. In fact, because they often protected various noteworthy individuals, their perspectives were stronger than most people’s—even surpassing most officials.

One of the High-Rank Martial Master Iron Guards spoke up, his face expressionless, “I’m sorry, but our task is to protect unconditionally…”

The lack of expression on his face didn’t mean he was calm inside. In fact, as an Iron Guard, the first duty was to protect the relevant people, and the second duty was to counterattack, aiming to capture the assassin and investigate for clues about the instigators.

The fact that he had no intention to counterattack, but instead said “I’m sorry,” showed that he didn’t want to be at odds with the person across from him.

“Hold on!” someone shouted sharply, his voice extremely piercing. It was the middle-aged, beardless man who had protected the Princely Heir just now.

He rushed towards Feng Jun and bowed, speaking respectfully, “Esteemed… Sir, everything is open to negotiation. Fighting this battle won’t solve the problem, right?”

Feng Jun lifted his hand and pointed to the Princely Heir, whose face had turned ashen, “The tone in which this wretch speaks… is he negotiating?”

The Princely Heir’s mouth twitched, but he did not dare to say anything further. His face was so unsightly, not just because he was angry, but more importantly, because he was scared. He had truly not expected that the other party would really dare to strike.

The Princely Heir was indeed spoiled badly and couldn’t bear grievances. Once his anger flared up, he would disregard everything.

—After all, it’s just an Immortal. What’s the big deal? My dad is the Prince, and my mom is the Princess; I’ve seen Immortals before.

Because of Feng Jun’s previous reasonable attitude, even when they were nearly affected by his breaking out of the formation, the Princely Heir thought that was an accident due to the other party being unable to control his strength while breaking the formation.

It was only now that he realized that if he threw another fit, the other party would truly dare to make a move, even in front of so many people!

The middle-aged man, still smiling, spoke in a low, appeasing tone, “The Princely Heir is still young, with limited experience. Your Excellency has great magnanimity; why bother with a child?”

A child of twenty-eight or twenty-nine? Feng Jun sneered inwardly but couldn’t be bothered to argue further, “One hundred Immortal Crystals, and we’ll call it even.”

“Immortal Crystals… and as many as one hundred,” the middle-aged man said with a bitter smile, spreading his hands, “That’s truly something we don’t have. I’ve never heard of the Prince’s Mansion having Immortal Crystals. That would be breaking the rules and could lead to accountability.”

There was once an agreement between Immortals and mortals that mortals must not possess Immortal Crystals. Upon finding Immortal Crystals, they should be reported, and Immortals would buy them at a reasonable price; if the quantity was large, an Immortal fate might even be bestowed.

There are exceptions to this agreement, such as the mortal relatives of Immortals or the royal family of Donghua Country.

Thus, while illicit possession of Immortal Crystals was indeed a crime, that sort of thing… was more to be heard than taken seriously.

Take Brother Bao, for example. He admits that Lord Beiyuan Mansion doesn’t have Immortal Crystals, but he also dares to tell Feng Jun: I’ll buy Immortal Crystals, no matter the amount, and the price is negotiable.

The Princely Heir’s mother was the late emperor’s most beloved Little Princess. To say she didn’t have Immortal Crystals would likely lead many to disbelief. As for the influential Yongyi Duke, privately receiving some Immortal Crystals was not impossible.

However, under the scrutiny of the public eye, the middle-aged man had to firmly deny it, otherwise, without waiting for other Immortals to investigate, the one before him could take advantage and trouble the Prince.