Although Ren Tu was speaking on Feng Jun’s behalf, the truth was that both True Sages sensed Feng Jun’s conspicuous intention to conceal his origins.

However... how should I put it? Concealing one’s origins isn’t necessarily malicious; it genuinely demonstrates the formidable background of Feng Jun.

Ren Tu and the Fishing Old Man are both Out-of-Body True Sages, but could they obscure the aura of the plane?

They really couldn’t—not that they didn’t want to, but rather because they truly lacked the ability; erasing the aura of the plane requires sufficient understanding of the rules.

However, erasing karma is quite easy, including some minor causalities—the Golden Crow’s Luan Xiong True Sage casually erased the insect race Divine Master statue causality on Yi Jue.

Hence, Feng Jun’s inadvertent action made the two True Sages increasingly aware of his formidable nature.

Then came the eradication of camps, as everyone had waited too long, idly planning a route, so Feng Jun knocked out three insect race camps in one breath.

The specific process isn’t worth mentioning, as the distances aren’t far—over four thousand miles in total. If pushed to the limit, the speed would be faster, but Feng Jun intended to sweep away the insect race squads along the way, which delayed him somewhat.

As for camp size and the like, he didn’t need to consider that, as others had already calculated it thoroughly—you really think these past couple of days were spent in vain?

Anyway, after taking out three camps in succession, Feng Jun said he needed to return to consult with the sect elders.

In the outer space, there were three more ice clusters. He grabbed a camp, then directly went back for another—this is also a strategy, sometimes he takes a lot, sometimes he takes little, just to keep others from figuring him out.

Anyway, the insects caught were all dead, and since it’s in outer space, the ice wouldn’t melt.

Within Feng Jun’s Five Rings, there is energy charged with over seven hundred thousand Spirit Stones, almost driving him to bankruptcy. Previously, he spent a little and charged a little out of absolute necessity. Now, when he goes on a rampage, uprooting a dozen insect race camps always remains far from the warning line.

But the third insect race camp, similar to the fourth camp he uprooted, had sixty to seventy thousand insect race troops, serving as a node, with its location provided by the Fishing Old Man True Sage.

Actually, the situation of this camp had long been understood by Ren Tu True Sage; concerning the process, he first used "Confinement," and then the Fishing Old Man True Sage solved the issue with a Fish Basket.

Feng Jun had no interest in how the two True Sages divided the spoils; he just knew that after taking out these three camps, he must rest—though he had energy reserves of over six hundred thousand Spirit Stones, such trump cards... aren’t meant to be casually revealed, are they?

Thus he expressed he needed to pause for a while, and others had no complaints—within half a day, knocking out three insect race camps successively, including an important hub, how could one expect more from an Initial Golden Core Stage cultivator?

After returning to outer space, Feng Jun didn’t rush to pack up the three insect race camps but again entered the footprint of Mount Zhige, released the Yin Spirit Bigwig, then went to White Pebble Beach, silently taking away Yang Yuxin and her daughter, and then retreated back to Earth.

He brought over Gu Jiahui and the others, firstly to have them teach knowledge, secondly to extend their cultivation time. Now he planned to restore spiritual energy on Earth, and of course, he would bring them back.

Only Zhang Caixin... can’t be reached temporarily; she’s collecting iron ore and various rare earth metals in the Mortal Realm. Anyway, she just stepped into the Dust Sect, so a few days of cultivation won’t make much difference.

After returning to Earth and settling Feng Jing and the others, he went back to outer space to pack up the three insect race camps, then found a Guardian to erase the aura, and then focused on restoring spiritual energy and energy points.

Three days later, he took the three of them back to Mount Zhige, spending an hour, and then took the Yin Spirit Bigwig back to White Pebble Beach.

So it’s a series of simple operations, yet a standard procedure, striving as much as possible not to divulge Earth’s secrets.

Upon reaching White Pebble Beach, the Bigwig suddenly said, "I’ve noticed your side’s time flow and this side’s completely don’t affect each other... that’s an isolated plane, isn’t it?"

"You dare say that?" Feng Jun hurriedly led it into the house, "Don’t stir up trouble for me, alright?"

That’s what he said, but inside he wasn’t as worried as he appeared—now Mr. Feng could pretty much cover Earth, otherwise he wouldn’t have simplified many processes.

Actually, this was the Bigwig’s perspective, too; it nonchalantly expressed, "A place without magic, yet with terrifying existence, who would be interested in such a place? But with a decent population over there, it’s convenient enough to manage as an asset."

Feng Jun thought for a moment, tentatively asked, "How about you help me oversee it over there?"

"No way!" The Bigwig straightforwardly replied, "Don’t probe me; the mighty over there might not respect me. Besides, what’s needed is absent there, but you treat it as a treasure."

Feng Jun could predict its reaction, yet he posed another question, "Do you think I should set up a Bidirectional Gate between the two planes?"

After a couple of questions, the Bigwig finally understood what a Bidirectional Gate was, contemplated for a moment, then said, "To create a Bidirectional Gate, your sect’s foundation is quite powerful, but I think it’s great you control it alone; why fall into others’ hands?"

Feng Jun could guess its answer—in Tianqin cultivators’ eyes, good things should be monopolized; sharing with others causes personal interest damage, which is minor, while bringing a fatal calamity is problematic, "The sect plans to establish a backup base."

"It’s related to your sect’s affairs," the Big Boss pondered again. Don’t say it’s got a bit of leadership experience, "Since that’s the case, we have to plan carefully, safety first. As for Yi Jue and the like, don’t let her know."

Feng Jun nodded and warned the Big Boss as well, "Don’t spill the beans either."

I actually want to spill the beans, but do I have the guts? The Big Boss knew clearly in its heart and seriously asked in passing, "That terrifying presence, how’s your relationship with it?"

"How could I possibly have a relationship," Feng Jun answered honestly, then curiously asked, "What are you trying to do?"

The Big Boss mumbled for a long time, finally answering, "I want to know, if I invite it to lend us a hand, how many Spirit Stones would we need?"

"Invite it to lend a hand?" Feng Jun chuckled bitterly and shook his head, "Do you think it can be moved by Spirit Stones?"

Wait a minute! The Guardian Boss seems to... can actually be moved by Spirit Stones?

"Of course I know, it’s not about Spirit Stones," the Yin Spirit Bigwig replied without hesitation, "Just making a casual analogy, using Spirit Stones as a measure, estimate how many Spirit Stones would be needed to move it?"

Feng Jun pondered a moment and replied, "In my estimation, it would need no less than a hundred thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones."

"A hundred thousand top-grade, not far off from what I thought," the Yin Spirit Bigwig didn’t find it surprising and excitedly asked, "Can we pay afterward? You understand, I’m not in a position to owe it Spirit Stones."

Feng Jun snorted unwillingly, "Come on, to invite such a powerful entity is already quite difficult, yet you’re daring to propose terms. If you were in its position, would you slap down?"

"I originally count as powerful too," the Big Boss replied defiantly, then sighed again, "Still, your reputation isn’t large enough!"

It pondered from a different perspective, feeling that in such a situation... I still might make a move.

However, not making a move is more probable, so... this is Feng Jun’s fault!

Feng Jun didn’t mind its random blame-shifting, instead expressing, "When I get a chance, I’ll ask for you, though don’t get your hopes too high."

If possible, he also hoped the Guardian could soon restore its strength.

The next moment, Yan Donglai visited, "Mountain Master Feng, what did the Fishing Elder True Sage say?"

Feng Jun replied, "True Sage said, Clan Practitioners should start exploring from the Insect World Gateway as a principle. But since I spoke up, I’ll grant you the special permission to join us in diving deeper into the Insect World."

He pleaded with the Fishing Elder True Sage without saying anything about two sect disciples making things difficult for Clan Practitioners, directly asked— I have a friend, a Clan Practitioner at the Nascent Soul Sixth Layer, who wants to join this battle, is it possible?"

The Fishing Elder felt such combat strength was decent, since Feng Jun asked, then let it be. As for not following the proper protocol— as an Out-of-Body True Sage of Xuanhuang Sect, not having this small amount of clout would truly be a joke.

Muddy Wine True Immortal also heard Feng Jun had returned, but with just a day between, there was no need for another self-humiliation.

Then Feng Jun prepared to head to the Insect World again. Before leaving, Gu Jiahui half-joked and half-seriously said, if you return within half a day again, next time don’t take us back to Earth anymore, all this to and fro is tiring enough.

This time, Feng Jun left with Yan Donglai, reaching the Mining Star afterward, no one was surprised by an added person beside him—not just one person has come this way, who can criticize anything? Criticize the other for being a Clan Practitioner?

In truth, the struggle between clan and sect objectively exists, but whoever speaks such publicly, Clan Practitioners definitely won’t let it slide—some things are best knowing in your heart, speaking out is asking for trouble.

The next day, Feng Jun attacked four military camps again and then departed.

And so, he eliminated sixteen or seventeen military camps consecutively.

The fourth time he came, things finally changed a bit, the Insect Race seems to have noticed the anomaly on the Mining Star.

Thus, various camps began tense amalgamation, typically four to five camps merging into one entity, and every merger had two to three Insect Race Nascent Souls guarding them, quite vigilant, sounding alarm at any slight stir.

However, it still didn’t make a difference, Feng Jun’s group now had twenty True Immortals. Two to three of the Insect Race Nascent Souls were hardly enough to stop everyone from ambushing once.

But Elder Qinghuang suggested, since there’s such change, we better take advantage of this last chance, execute a wave and capture as many Insect Race as possible, next time we might not have such an opportunity.

Everyone thought this idea was worth considering.

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