Chapter 53

A few young people instinctively took out their phones to start filming, but it was too late, and they didn't capture the rescue scene.

"Damn..."

The worker who was thrown to the ground only managed to curse two words before swallowing them back. He sat on the ground, staring in shock at the accident site and the towering figure emerging from the dust.

The collapsed brick wall was over two meters high, and just moments ago, the three of them had been clearing rubble at the base of the wall. Without Fang Tianfeng, the entire wall would have crushed them, and they would have surely died.

The cursing man was stunned for a while, then knelt down, bowing his head and shouting, "Savior! I'm such a bastard!" He bowed three times to Fang Tianfeng, then slapped himself in regret.

Fang Tianfeng said, "It's fine, you didn't mean it. Just knowing you're wrong is enough."

The other two rescued workers quickly walked over, bowing deeply to Fang Tianfeng. They then took out money to give him. One worker, after giving the money, even pushed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter into Fang Tianfeng's hands, too excited to speak.

Fang Tianfeng smiled and pushed the money and items back, saying, "I saved you not for money. Take the money and have a good meal to calm down."

Other workers on the site also came over, suggesting they pool money to show their gratitude, but Fang Tianfeng firmly refused.

"There are still more good people in the world!" an old grandmother muttered to herself as she came to pick up her grandson.

"Big brother is so amazing!" the little boy said, eyes wide with admiration, looking at Fang Tianfeng.

The few people who had been filming on their phones were shouting about positive energy and saying they would post it online.

Seeing someone filming, Fang Tianfeng immediately left and returned to the Bentley.

Meng Decai hurried over and asked, "Master Fang, are you hurt? We should go to the hospital right away."

"I'm fine, this won't hurt me," Fang Tianfeng said.

Manager Guan stood there, his face full of shame, unable to speak.

Meng Decai sighed with relief and sternly asked Manager Guan, "What happened?"

Manager Guan, with his extensive experience, saw a pile of rubble behind the collapsed wall, wiped his cold sweat, and quickly explained.

"The wall had rubble piled up on both sides, and the inner pile was larger, exerting outward horizontal pressure, causing the wall to deform and crack. The rubble outside the wall was better, but the bulldozer removed most of it just now, causing the collapse."

The young man who had moved away from the wall earlier said softly, "The wall was already a bit tilted before we started clearing the rubble."

Meng Decai asked, "You know this so clearly, has it happened before?"

Manager Guan nodded in shame and said, "Three years ago, in Oil City, a wall collapse killed someone. Mr. Meng, thank you. If it weren't for you, I, as the project manager, would have been primarily responsible. I owe you a huge favor."

Meng Decai snorted and said, "You're thanking the wrong person. If you want to thank someone, thank Master Fang in the car."

Manager Guan was stunned. He looked carefully into the car and saw only the driver and Fang Tianfeng. Could this young man be the master? He quickly recalled what had happened and looked at Fang Tianfeng in disbelief.

"Could it be that Master Fang knew the wall would collapse long ago? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Meng Decai smiled and patted Manager Guan's shoulder, saying, "There's a lot you don't know! Handle the scene. Master Fang, let's go, to a private restaurant. This meal, I'll treat you!"

Fang Tianfeng, who was always open to good food, happily agreed.

After the meal, they returned to Chang'an Garden, and Meng Decai called.

"Master Fang, the TV crew has gone to Huayuan Community and is interviewing the three rescued workers. The reporter wants to interview you. Are you willing to be interviewed?"

Fang Tianfeng thought for a moment. When he saved the people, his speed and strength were extraordinary. At the time, everyone was shocked by the accident and didn't think much about it, but if it were widely publicized afterward, it might be discovered.

Now, he could only hope there were no cameras around or that no one had posted the dashcam footage.

"Never mind, I didn't save them for fame. Help me stay out of the news. Tell the reporter that as long as everyone contributes a little love, the world will become a beautiful place."

Fang Tianfeng then thought, the lyrics were outdated and needed to be changed: as long as everyone donates a little money, the world will become a beautiful place.

"How familiar does that sound?" Meng Decai couldn't help but laugh. "Give me your bank account number. You've done a great favor. How about one million?"

"If I had saved your life, I might ask for a few million, but I didn't save your life. The people I saved don't have much money, and I don't want their money."

Meng Decai said, "Master Fang is truly benevolent. How about one hundred thousand, then?"

Fang Tianfeng was about to agree when he suddenly remembered a cultivation method from the Tianyun Sect. He said, "Mr. Meng, how about this: you give me one hundred thousand. As for the remaining nine hundred thousand, you don't need to give it to me now, but it will be in my name. I'll let you use it for more meaningful purposes, and I won't use it for myself. How does that sound?"

"Are you thinking of doing charity? I truly admire you, Master." Meng Decai was deeply impressed.

"Something like that, but I can't say more now."

Meng Decai said, "If you really do charity, I'll support you wholeheartedly! I'll keep the nine hundred thousand for you, but one hundred thousand is too little. How about this: I'll have the project manager and the contractor give you another one hundred thousand, since you saved them too."

"That works. Mr. Meng, when you feel something is about to happen, let me check your fortune in advance. You're wealthy, so the price for saving your life is three million!"

"Ha ha, to save my life, I'd pay thirty million without hesitation!"

Subsequently, Fang Tianfeng sent Meng Decai his bank account number.

Fang Tianfeng had also dreamed of being a hero when he was young. Today, by saving people, he fulfilled his childhood wish and felt very happy. His cultivation also progressed smoothly.

The next morning, as soon as Fang Tianfeng opened his eyes, before he even looked inward, he felt an unusually abundant flow of primordial energy. After looking inward, he was pleasantly surprised.

The total amount of qi in his qi river had doubled!

Theoretically, this was the growth of over two months.

"Saving three people has more benefits than I imagined! Correcting qi is indeed very useful!"

After the Tianyun Sect discovered problems, they proposed "correcting qi," which involved disciples doing good deeds to increase their positive energy and resolve major disasters. Unfortunately, the Tianyun Sect had deep-rooted problems, and the time for correcting qi was too short, ultimately only delaying the inevitable by a few years. However, it was because of correcting qi that the Tianyun Sect had a glimmer of hope, allowing the lineage to continue and eventually benefiting Fang Tianfeng.

Whether it's helping the injured or saving a city or a country, if possible, it should be done. Doing enough good deeds not only brings positive energy and protection from evil, but also resolves resentment.

Qi is mysterious, and even the powerful Tianyun Sect eventually disintegrated. Fang Tianfeng, just starting his cultivation, naturally had to nip all unfavorable factors in the bud and not let money undermine his cultivation.

Fang Tianfeng had occasionally considered correcting qi before, but without a clear concept. Today, with his cultivation greatly increased, he truly understood the importance of correcting qi.

"China is so vast; even if you run yourself ragged, you can't always encounter disasters. Such things should be left to fate."

With the qi river doubling, the amount of primordial energy in his body increased, deepening Fang Tianfeng's understanding of the Tianyun Technique. After practicing for the morning, he discovered other uses for the primordial energy.

He could now send the primordial energy to any part of his body to enhance it. For example, sending it to his fist would make it much stronger, and sending it to his legs would increase his running speed.

Fang Tianfeng was preparing to continue his practice in the afternoon when an unexpected guest arrived.

The doorbell rang, and Xiao Tao's voice came through.

"Brother Fang, there's a guest."

Fang Tianfeng was puzzled. Who could have come to make Xiao Tao so excited that he couldn't even speak clearly?

When he opened the door, he saw Xiao Tao nearby, and two meters behind him stood a man in a white casual suit, with two bodyguards in black suits behind him, and a white Rolls-Royce Phantom extended limousine parked behind the bodyguards.

The midday sun was particularly bright, and Fang Tianfeng, squinting slightly against the light, looked at the man in the white casual suit. This man's presence was still so strong that he seemed like a towering mountain.

"Pang Jingzhou?" Fang Tianfeng's face was calm, showing neither surprise nor disgust.

Xiao Tao, seeing this, was so scared that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. He thought, "What's going on? To be so disrespectful to the richest man in Yunhai! With Pang Jingzhou's rumored temper, he would probably fly into a rage immediately." He secretly glanced at Pang Jingzhou.

To Xiao Tao's surprise, Pang Jingzhou had his hands behind his back and was smiling as he looked around the villa, saying, "Master Fang, why don't you invite me in?"

"Even though I don't welcome you, all guests are welcome. Please come in." Fang Tianfeng turned and went back inside.

Xiao Tao quickly made way for Pang Jingzhou, and the two bodyguards also tried to enter, but Pang Jingzhou stopped them.

Xiao Tao was torn. If he left, he might never encounter the richest man again; if he stayed, it looked like the two parties were not on good terms, and if something happened, he would be the perfect cannon fodder.

Fang Tianfeng sat back on the sofa, not even offering any fruit.

Pang Jingzhou walked a few steps in the living room, looked around, and said, "Not bad, a good place. Old Ma is still capable, but he followed the wrong person and offended someone he couldn't afford to offend, so he fled to America."

Fang Tianfeng now knew that the big boss who developed Chang'an Garden was surnamed Ma.

Fang Tianfeng said calmly, "Feng shui changes. Chang'an Garden may look down and out now, but it might regain its glory in a few years. Some things and some people are not determined by others. Instead, those who seem successful should think about the future and consider their legacy."

Pang Jingzhou smiled, sat on the sofa, and saw a few pieces of pomelo left on the coffee table. "Is this all you have to offer me, host?"

"Sorry, you misunderstood. That's for me to eat." Saying this, Fang Tianfeng started peeling and eating the pomelo.

"Ah!"

Pang Jingzhou showed no anger, just a light sigh. "It seems you still haven't forgotten the past. Even my personal visit can't resolve your resentment?"