Chapter 62: Carved Wooden Screen

  Jiang Feng was looking at a painting. It wasn't a painting on paper, but rather one carved into a wooden board. If it had been painted on paper, when people moved it, Jiang Feng wouldn't have been immediately drawn in by the content of the painting.

  The people who were dressed in home clothes quickly moved the wooden board into the yard. Behind them, others took out the same kind of wooden boards from the horse cart and continued to move them towards the inside of the yard.

  The wooden boards were not just one piece, and they all had some carvings on them. Judging from the size of those wooden boards, they should be a screen that was taken apart. Although a set of screens is composed of several pieces, it seemed that only the first piece he saw was very attractive to Jiang Feng.

  The roasted duck that was almost eaten up in his hand was thrown away by Jiang Feng. He wiped his hands on his body, then walked towards the horse-drawn carriages. As he approached, his divine sense spread out to scan the carriages. However, inside the carriages were just some furniture, nothing worth noticing. Jiang Feng's gaze also turned to the courtyard gate, and he slowly walked towards it.

  "Scram, scram! Is this a place for you to be nosy? Hurry up and leave, or I'll hit you!" A servant who was moving things shouted at Jiang Feng.

  Jiang Feng heard the house servant speak, but he still stretched his neck towards the inside of the gate, looking. It's not clear whether he wanted to see the screen being carried in or if he was looking for beautiful women. In any case, Jiang Feng's expression wasn't pleasant to behold.

  "Haven't you left yet? Are you looking for a fight?" One of the family guards said, as he stepped forward to push Jiang Feng away.

  Jia Ding's hand was just about to touch Jiang Feng when a cold jade snuff bottle appeared in Jiang Feng's hand. The snuff bottle cap blocked Jia Ding's chest before he could make contact with Jiang Feng, and pushed him back.

  The servant who was pushed, seeing Jiang Feng dare to push him, immediately got angry. He called out to the other servants and was about to beat up Jiang Feng. Just as they were about to rush over, the butler, who had been standing at the gate all along, suddenly spoke up.

  "Stop." The butler halted the servants and then walked up to Jiang Feng's side.

  Looking at Jiang Feng still stretching his neck to look inside the courtyard, the steward glared at the housekeeper and said: "You are all useless things, where have your eyes gone? Why do you always cause trouble for the mansion.

  Although the housekeeper said so, everyone understood that he was just pretending. The housekeeper's gaze soon left those family members. His gaze did not fall on Jiang Feng himself, but fell on the cold jade snuff bottle in Jiang Feng's hand.

  The tobacco pouch itself was made of cold jade, almost transparent in color, with a faint blue glow. When you get closer, you can also feel a cool breeze. The butler had also seen some scenes and naturally recognized the tobacco pouch in Jiang Feng's hand as something good.

  "This gentleman, I don't know what brings you to our Xue estate." The steward said with a bow.

  Jiang Feng initially ignored the butler, stretching his neck to look at him for a long time before returning to normal. After taking two puffs of smoke, Jiang Feng hooked his finger at the butler. The butler saw this and knew that Jiang Feng wanted to talk to him, so he leaned forward slightly.

  "I found that your house is not clean, it's very likely to be haunted. If things go wrong, the whole family might die." Jiang Feng whispered in Guan Jia's ear.

  The butler frowned as soon as he heard this. Although the butler thought Jiang Feng was not ordinary, he didn't think of Jiang Feng as a cultivator. The butler hadn't seen any cultivators before, so naturally he couldn't recognize one. Now you say someone is making trouble with ghosts and that their whole family might be wiped out, who would be happy to hear this?

  "Sir, don't joke about this. Under the vast sky and earth, how can there be any ghosts or monsters? This joke is really not funny." The butler said with a forced smile.

  "Honestly, I didn't deceive you." Jiang Feng said very seriously, with an expression that said 'what I'm saying is true, you must believe me'.

  The housekeeper didn't believe Jiang Feng at first, but seeing his serious expression and no intention of leaving, the housekeeper furrowed his brow and said in a slightly unhappy tone: "Then according to Mr. Yi's opinion, is there a way to rescue him?"

  "There's a way, of course. As long as you listen to me, nothing will happen to you," said Jiang Feng.

  "It seems that we need to ask the master for guidance." The steward said, with a hint of cold smile in his expression, as if thinking to himself, "With your little tricks, you think you can deceive me, the great steward of the Xue family? Not even close."

  Jiang Feng didn't bother to care about Guan Jia's expression, it can be said that Jiang Feng didn't pay attention to what kind of expression Guan Jia had. He simply pointed at the door with his tobacco pouch and said: "You just bring me back that screen you moved in earlier, and we're fine."

  "Sir, are you saying that the ghost is hiding behind that screen?" The butler said with narrowed eyes. A look of "your little trick isn't working", but his gaze was quite good. That screen was an antique, very valuable indeed. You think you can deceive me like this and get away with it? I, the butler, would be laughed at by everyone.

  "Listen, I'm telling you the truth. That screen has a problem and if it stays in your house, something terrible will happen. Give it to me, or else you'll end up with a disaster on your hands." Jiang Feng said very seriously. The expression on his face was like "Hurry up and give me the thing, otherwise your whole family will be doomed. I'm trying to save you all out of kindness, so hurry up and thank me properly."

  The butler sneered and didn't plan to continue arguing with Jiang Feng. Just as he was about to signal the housekeeper to chase Jiang Feng away, Jiang Feng said: "I know you may not be in charge, and the master of this house might not be willing to part with it either. How about this? I'll buy it from you for money, or exchange something else for it. Will that work?"

  "Does sir think that our household is short of money? What can you offer in exchange?" The steward's interest was piqued.

  Jiang Feng was about to speak when he heard Lan Wu say, "Are you stuffed from eating too much? This is an ordinary household, not a fairy realm or demon cave. Just go in and take it, what's the point of talking nonsense with him."

  "We can't be so barbaric, we have to use reason and persuade others with logic. How can we rely on fists to communicate? I'm not that kind of person..."

  Jiang Feng hadn't finished speaking when Lan Wu was already so angry that she was about to breathe fire. Feeling that Lan Wu was on the verge of jumping out and hitting him, Jiang Feng quickly shut up. Looking at his neck-shrinking appearance, he really looked like a frightened person.

  The housekeeper was stunned. He didn't understand who Jiang Feng was talking to. He thought to himself, "Jiang Feng can't be a madman, right?" The more he looked at Jiang Feng's appearance, the more the housekeeper believed that Jiang Feng was indeed a madman.

  "Alright, I won't waste words with you. Anyway, I've already said what needed to be said. That thing is not good for you to keep, I'd better take it away." Jiang Feng said.

  After finishing, Jiang Feng forcefully inhaled a few mouthfuls of smoke and then exhaled a multitude of sighs. These sighs quickly gathered at Jiang Feng's feet, forming a cloud, which then lifted Jiang Feng up and flew towards the courtyard. The steward, who was just about to order someone to chase Jiang Feng away, saw this scene and became stunned. The house servants, who had already picked up their clubs and were waiting for the steward's command to violently beat Jiang Feng, also all became stunned.

  Flying over the courtyard wall, Jiang Feng was circling in mid-air, flying towards the inside of the courtyard. Although his spiritual sense was not strong, he could still cover the Xue manor. He had also been staring at the screen all along, so naturally he knew where the screen was.

  The people in the Xue family courtyard originally didn't know Jiang Feng at the gate. Now, suddenly seeing a gray cloud in the sky, dragging a person, everyone in the Xue family was extremely shocked. The people inside the house also rushed out to watch.

  The servants put all the things they had brought this time in one place. They planned to count them after that, and then put them separately into each room. In this way, it was natural that they would not move things too far away. Jiang Feng almost flew over the courtyard wall and saw where the things were piled up.

  "Oh no......"

  A loud cry, followed by a slap. Jiang Feng fell from the sky to the ground. Because the cloud that was dragging him had a hole in it, and he was dropped directly down. If he had flown over directly, nothing would have happened. But he was circling around in the courtyard, and falling down was his own fault.

  "This technique still has problems, I need to study it more." Jiang Feng said to himself as he got up. The people who were originally shocked were stunned by Jiang Feng's sudden fall.

  "You're a treasure... Knowing you is unfortunate..." Lan Wu muttered.

  Jiang Feng didn't care about Lan Wu, and in a few steps, he walked to the front of those furniture, and found out that screen. The screen was originally composed of six wooden boards, Jiang Feng only stared at one of them, and the others, Jiang Feng simply didn't care.

  Looking at the wooden board in his hand, Jiang Feng just stared at it without saying a word. Instead, Lan Wu's voice echoed in Jiang Feng's ear.

  "The content of this painting is very similar to something from my Virtual Emperor Dao." Lan Wu said.