Chapter 2244: Chapter 2246: The Same Resolve

Feng Jun didn’t want to deceive the other party, so he nodded. "There are indeed a few more. Senior, what do you mean?"

The Guardian didn’t answer and instead asked, "Which ones are there?"

"One spleen, one kidney, and a liver," Feng Jun replied in a low voice. "No stomach sac."

"So there really is no stomach sac? Looks like your cultivation level really isn’t enough, you couldn’t snatch anything too good," the Guardian muttered, not sure if it was talking to itself. "But having a liver is already pretty good. That one’s quite practical."

"Senior!" Feng Jun couldn’t help speaking out. "I worked hard to obtain these in the Void. For now, the ownership is mine. If you have any ideas about them, I hope you can discuss it with me."

"Oh, so that’s how it is." The Guardian was indeed reasonable. It said, "I hope you bury all of them on Earth and just use that method of yours to handle it... The locations need to be designated by me, that’s the only way they can be utilized to the fullest."

"I’m really sorry about that, Senior," Feng Jun said gravely. "I have two questions I need you to answer first."

The Guardian fell silent, apparently not having expected Feng Jun to react like this. After a while, it finally spoke. "Then ask."

Feng Jun lightly cleared his throat. "First, I want to know your background, Senior. Under whose commission are you guarding Earth?"

He truly admired the other party’s behavior and principles, but if it wanted to use his things, he had to clarify this point.

"My background..." The Guardian pondered for a while and finally said, "I don’t want to talk about it. It’s kind of embarrassing. Anyway, you just need to believe that I won’t harm you. As for under whose commission I’m guarding... I got screwed over by some bastard and promised to guard this place until this Ji Yuan ends."

"This Ji Yuan!" Feng Jun vaguely guessed something. One Ji Yuan was 129,600 years. By the history of Earth’s formation, roughly 4.6 billion years, a Ji Yuan really wasn’t that long.

But compared to an ordinary person’s lifespan, or even to Great Ability Cultivators, a Ji Yuan was still a very long time. A Body Integration Realm great expert was only about 36,000 years old at best. For this being to watch over Earth for so long, its cultivation level was clearly a bit higher.

Moreover, ordinary people didn’t normally use a Ji Yuan as a time unit. So Feng Jun couldn’t help asking, "Which bastard screwed you over?"

The Guardian instantly became impatient. "That... is it useful to you? For you, some things are better left unknown!"

"I insist on knowing," Feng Jun replied without hesitation. "I obtained those organs through great hardship. I respect your ideals and deeds, Senior, but if you want to take my things just based on that alone, do you think that’s appropriate?"

"I never said I’d take them. They’re still yours," the Guardian felt a bit wronged. "You’re going to bury them anyway, I’m just offering some rational suggestions so they can have the greatest effect... That’s my duty as a Guardian. Is that wrong?"

"It’s not wrong, but have you thought about this: with your terrifying level of cultivation, just a few casual words will bring how much pressure to a Small Golden Core Cultivator like me?" Feng Jun argued with reason. "I only want to know your roots. Is that too much?"

The Guardian ultimately did enjoy being flattered. It had no intention of showing off its cultivation to Feng Jun—that would be too childish—but since the other party was tactful, it was also quite pleased. "You’re overthinking it. I really wasn’t trying to suppress you... Otherwise I’d have just taken action and robbed you outright."

You really dare to say that! Feng Jun was helpless. Since the other party had put it that way, he could only say, "Fine. The second question is... you must promise to keep these things within our country’s borders. You can’t bury them abroad. Can you do that?"

"Your country... abroad?" The Guardian let out a long, slow sigh. "This sort of thing is really tedious."

"You call this tedious? I don’t think so." Feng Jun spoke solemnly. "The reason I’ve been actively transporting Spiritual Energy over is that one of my biggest wishes is to make my motherland stronger. You have no idea what other powerful countries have done to my compatriots when they were strong."

"I truly have no interest in that," the Guardian was also a bit impatient. "That’s not something I need to factor in. Anyway, you’re all children of Earth. But since you insist... can you give me a map of your national borders?"

"Then I need to go back and fetch one." Although Feng Jun had a Storage Bag on him, he really didn’t have the habit of carrying around a paper map. When he was on the surface, couldn’t he just swipe open his Mobile Phone and use an electronic map?

The Guardian had no thought of guarding against him and directly sent him back to Luohua. After he found an atlas in his room and stood at the door, his whole person vanished again in an instant.

Right then, Elder Yu was slowly practicing Tai Chi at the Moon Gate’s entrance. Seeing this scene, his body froze, and he almost toppled over. After a long while, he muttered, "What kind of damned moth trick is this now?"

Feng Jun returned once more to that mysterious little courtyard. No one was around as usual, but he didn’t care anymore. He took out the map, spread it open, pointed at it for a while, and finally stated, "This color here counts as my motherland."

"So that’s how it is." The Guardian’s words sounded a bit mystical, but it didn’t say much more. "I actually thought the Alps Mountains and the Sahara Desert were pretty good. Turns out you were stirring things up in someone else’s home."

Hearing that, Feng Jun instead remembered something. "The Earth Vein of the Alps Mountains seems to have been snatched away by someone. Senior, do you know who did it?"

"I don’t know," the Guardian answered very bluntly. But it wasn’t a simple refusal—there was still some extra info leaking out. "Anyway, it was during those few big wars. They just grabbed Spirit Veins from the Barbaric Wilderness to use. Who cares where they were snatched from?"

"So that was the Barbaric Wilderness?" Feng Jun finally noticed a detail. "Which means there are places that aren’t ’barbaric’, right? What’s the name of where we’re standing?"

"This is of course the land of China!" The Guardian answered without hesitation. "So if you leave the Swallowed Star Demon’s organs here, I won’t object. It’s just... since you’ve stepped onto the Cultivation Path, you should naturally spread the Dao to all under heaven... If you limit it to just the land of China, your scope is a bit small."

Huh, I actually got mocked by an ancient guy for having a small scope? Feng Jun didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "I already said before, the Barbaric Wilderness has brought plenty of harm to China. And besides... shouldn’t the central lands be prioritized?"

"There are still descendants overseas," the Guardian replied with clear disdain, but it did have a point. "East Sea, West Sea, South Sea, and North Sea... have all produced quite a few Qi Refiners. Their origins are rather mysterious, but they basically all trace back to the Daoist Lineage."

Hearing this, Feng Jun’s eyes lit up. "So actually you’re Daoist too, right? I wasn’t wrong, was I?"

"I am absolutely not Daoist!" The Guardian sounded like someone had stepped on its tail, its emotions suddenly going off the rails. "There are no decent people in the Daoist Sects, I know this from deep personal experience!"

Hearing that, Feng Jun immediately laughed. Anyone who dared say there were no decent people in the Daoist Sects was definitely not some ordinary person.

He thought about it, then probed a little. "There are still good people in the Daoist Sects. For example... Shen Gongbao?"

"Do not mention those three characters to me!" The Guardian’s voice suddenly exploded in his mind—literally that kind of shattering boom. Clearly there was a story there. "Otherwise don’t blame me for getting rough with you!"

So he got burned by him! Feng Jun instantly understood, and wondered if the guy had ever shouted, "Fellow Daoist, please stay!" at it.

But at this point, he wasn’t going to keep poking the other party’s bottom line. "Then you decide. Where would be most suitable to place what... but I’ll say up front, I have to be satisfied with it."

He had actually been having a headache over where exactly to bury these organs. Now that someone was stepping up to coordinate, he really was willing to hand over the review process—just, the right to call the shots was non‑negotiable.

"The kidneys can be buried in your Luohua," the Guardian was not polite at all, speaking as it stared at the map. "These things can purify the environment. The pollution around Luohua isn’t just ’ordinary’ bad. Perfect to put them to use... Wait, no, that’s wrong!"

It finally noticed something off. "So you’ve already modified the Earth Vein in Luohua, huh? Then kidneys are not suitable there. The spleen would be better. Burying it will be more down-to-earth, literally."

Feng Jun felt this suggestion was pretty good. In fact, given how serious his "small‑collective‑ism" was, he really wanted to bury something in Luohua anyway, so it wouldn’t end up benefiting outsiders. But the problem now was, "If we start digging there, too many people will be watching."

"Leave the digging to me," the Guardian took it all on its shoulders. "I know Luohua’s terrain. I can bury it without leaving a trace. Don’t worry, it won’t affect your Earth Vein—on the contrary, it’ll help it. But I’ll still need you to use your methods."

Feng Jun’s expression grew solemn; he cupped his hands. "Then thank you, Senior. As for the other two locations... how should we arrange them?"

"As for the kidneys..." The Guardian mulled it over for quite a while before speaking in a low voice. "Let’s bury them in Pingyang, Jin Province. The pollution there is pretty serious. The terrain is shaped a bit like kidneys, and it’s a land of mountains and rivers inside and out. It should be able to发挥 quite a large effect. What do you think?"

A strange light flashed in Feng Jun’s eyes, then he nodded. "Senior has thought this through very well. Should I buy a piece of land over there?"

"If you don’t buy it, am I supposed to go buy it?" The Guardian threw in a jab, then added, "Of course you need to buy the land. It’ll make things much easier. I know you hate trouble, but you should be aware... I’m actually even more afraid of trouble than you are."

At this point it even paused on purpose, making Feng Jun feel the weight of its words.

Feng Jun couldn’t help but nod—yeah, I get it, I really do. You, elder, only wake up when it’s something on the level of an asteroid hitting Earth or a Da Yiwan nuclear blast, right!

Seeing that he knew his place, the Guardian went on. "This liver, though, is going to be a bit more troublesome. My suggestion is... hold on, let me check the map. Mm, this Taklimakan looks pretty good."

Feng Jun had originally decided to keep quiet, but when he heard that, he really couldn’t hold back. "Uh... that’s a desert. Will that work?"

The Guardian asked suspiciously, "Land in a desert... can’t be bought?"

"No, it can! I also really want to transform the desert," Feng Jun replied very straightforwardly. Transforming deserts was already in his plans; he genuinely wanted to do what he could. "I’m just a bit puzzled—is there any point?"

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