Big Data Cultivation Chapter 1022

Chapter 1022: Chapter 1022: His Poison, My Honey

Feng Jun ultimately spent 10,000 Spirit Stones to buy three Soul-searching Talismans, as he really wanted to understand the true nature of Tempura Hiro.

He didn't expect that ordinary interrogation methods would reveal much–Ni Hong people are quite rigid, not to mention Tempura Hiro's crazy obsession with being accepted by the native Ni Hong people.

However, before interrogating Tempura Hiro, he first needed to figure out what that double-headed snake-tailed shadow was.

Even though he had the mobile phone system, which could detect all kinds of strange things, the display on the mobile described it as “an evolvable Yin Spirit, including but not limited to devouring Yin Spirits and incense fire Patronage.”

After all, the mobile system is great, but without sufficient data, it's hard to make systematic inductions.

He wanted to figure this thing out first in order to strike at Tempura Hiro–knowing your every tiny secret makes it easier to keep you in check.

To understand these things, he didn't ask Huang Fu Flawless; instead, when night fell, he left his territory and went straight to the residence of two transcendent beings at Pine Cypress Peak.

Recently, Bai Jiuzhou and Leng Qionghua were also somewhat bored; the two had foiled the Liao Family Brothers' plot against Mount Zhige, yet they still had to stay in The Secular World. They found this cold winter especially dull as they couldn't practice cultivation.

Cultivators have extremely high tolerance to cold and heat, but that doesn't mean they enjoy extreme weather conditions.

The simplest analogy is that people eat to absorb essential calories and nutrients to live, but if tastier food options are available, nobody would prefer to eat something unpalatable to them.

Now, with snow everywhere, the two took turns patrolling a few rounds every day, and then stayed inside the house–after all, Mount Zhige was already aware of their presence, so they didn't need to disguise themselves too much.

Leng Qionghua was complaining, “It's so unbearable not being able to cultivate. I heard that Mount Zhige has a high-rank Spirit Gathering Array of transcendent level. Jiuzhou, what do you think? Should we discuss it with them? I guess they would give us face… At worst, we'll pay them with Spirit Stones.”

“It's okay to discuss,” Bai Jiuzhou, squatting on the ground smoking a pipe, replied, “but… it might expose our identities.”

No sooner had he finished his sentence, the two of them were startled simultaneously, turning their heads toward the door.

The next moment, a light laughter came from outside, “Two fellow Daoists have sharp senses.”

Both were high-rank transcendent figures, even an intermediate transcendent upon meeting them would have to address them as 'Seniors,' let alone initial-level transcendents.

But Feng Jun addressing them like this wasn't really an issue, since he was the host here, and it's normal to be accommodating in either direction.

Bai Jiuzhou, an experienced old assassin with a firm resolve usually kept silent; Leng Qionghua was similar, but since they had been previously ambushed by each other, they still held some resentment and ultimately couldn't help saying, “Without any background, how could we dare to protect you?”

The dissatisfaction in their words was clear, implying not to casually call them fellow Daoists, as they were his seniors, and he was lacking in that respect.

“I have something I'd like to consult with you both,” Feng Jun still stood outside, smiling without entering, “I caught a little thing, can't figure out its origin, not sure if it is an Evil Cultivator.”

Hearing the term 'Evil Cultivator,' the two immediately stood up–wasn't their enmity with Feng Jun at Pine Cypress Peak precisely because of an Evil Cultivator?

Now, they were ordered to protect Feng Jun, and yet an Evil Cultivator appeared again around him–this was really hard to clarify.

Feng Jun wasn't deliberately provoking them, but he felt that the black shadow he held was really dishonorable–a Yin Spirit capable of devouring resentful souls, didn't look anything good by any measure.

Thus, he dared not ask Huang Fu Flawless, but could instead bluff these two–I've got an Evil Cultivator appearing around me again; as people of Pine Cypress Peak, shouldn't you explain something?

Bai Jiuzhou and Leng Qionghua followed Feng Jun out, choosing a deserted spot, where Feng Jun first laid out a Spirit Binding Array.

The two exchanged glances, thinking to themselves that Loose Cultivators are indeed Loose Cultivators; even as Qi Refining Initial Stage, only deploying such a low-level Spirit Binding Array.

The next moment, Feng Jun took out the Demon-Sealing Pagoda and directly threw the human-headed snake-bodied black shadow into the array.

Seeing this, the two understood, ah, it was a Soul Body in the shedding Mortal Realm–then, a Qi Refining Realm Spirit Binding Array would suffice.

The black shadow, which appeared suddenly, looked around at the surrounding pure white snow, panicked, and couldn't help but become chaotic.

It flustered and started twisting its body, emitting a “woo woo” sound, much like the wind howling on a winter night.

“Eh?” raised an eyebrow, Leng Qionghua noted, “Seduction?”

“Seems to have deterrence too…” Bai Jiuzhou who was not talkative, stepped forward, exuding the aura of a high-rank transcendent being.

The black shadow, already panicked, felt this imposing aura and wanted to flee, but it was trapped in the Spirit Binding Array–where could it possibly escape to?

Realizing there were two Qi-Refining cultivators outside the array, it immediately curled up in fright, shivering on the spot.

At this moment, where is the spirited enthusiasm it showed while devouring resentful souls?

Bai Jiuzhou's imposing aura was restrained as soon as it was released. As an assassin-type cultivator, he was not used to emitting his aura so flagrantly; this was merely an attempt to intimidate, to keep the other party still, enabling him to observe closely.

Among resentful souls, the Yin Spirit that wreaked havoc was truly not worth the attention of three cultivators in the Ascended Realm; the dark shadow got so frightened that even its shadow seemed to fade.

After watching the scene, Leng Qionghua snorted lightly, “Huh, it's merely an Incense Spirit that feeds on blood.”

By “blood” she meant the resentments and soul energies — it couldn't possibly feed on actual flesh and blood.

Bai Jiuzhou also slightly shook his head, simply uttering, “Too weak!”

The mere Ninth Layer of Mortal Transcendence… truly not even worth mentioning. Not to speak of them in the Ascended Realm, in the Cultivation World, the Qi Refinement Realm is everywhere. Against such a level of Yin Spirit, even a High-Rank Martial Master with robust energy could engage in battle.

Leng Qionghua, ultimately a woman, had more meticulous thoughts, “Incense Fire Ascension… There is still room for growth, but who would be so idle as to release such a thing to harm others? It would have to at least reach the High Tier of Qi Refinement, right?”

Feng Jun, upon hearing this, began to understand, and thus asked, “Isn't this an evil cultivator's method?”

“Of course, it is,” Leng Qionghua replied decisively, “But it harms Yin Spirits; before it becomes powerful, there's no need to bother with it.”

“That's not quite right,” Bai Jiuzhou expressed disagreement, “The practice of Incense Fire Ascension is quite sinister. If it harms mortals, it could easily grow stronger unnoticed…”

At this point, he turned his head to look at Feng Jun. In the pristine snow, his gaze appeared quite profound, “If it's convenient, could you let me have this little guy for Pine Cypress Peak? Daoist Feng, you can name your price.”

Feng Jun was unwilling to agree. Who knew if the shadow could expose his secrets–most likely, it would.

Hence, he hurriedly shook his head, “I beg your forgiveness, Master Bai, it's really not convenient… I still intend to uncover its master.”

Hearing this, Bai Jiuzhou seemed somewhat disinterested, “Well then, if you do find out who is behind this, and if it's convenient to inform, please do let us know.”

“Certainly,” Feng Jun replied with a smile and then took out two jars, each holding two pounds, “This is two pounds of 'Dreaming of Love', the real 'Dreaming of Love'… Consider it a token of gratitude for your trouble.”

Both of them unhesitatingly accepted it. Dreaming of Love was very famous among cultivators. Although they were assassin-type cultivators, they did not abstain from alcohol–in fact, many assassins enjoyed drinking, contrary to what is often written about maintaining steadiness and clarity of mind by abstaining.

The reason was simple. Assassination-type cultivators, though highly agile, also bear a great psychological burden, needing relaxation during their leisure time.

Just a simple observation had earned them such a gift, and their impression of Feng Jun improved greatly. Seeing him retract the shadow back into the Demon-Sealing Pagoda, Leng Qionghua commented, “That magic artifact of Daoist Feng's… is quite interesting.”

“As you are an Ascended cultivator, of course you'd find this magic artifact interesting,” Feng Jun chuckled, “It's actually somewhat troublesome to use.”

“What's troublesome about it?” Leng Qionghua's eyes widened, “A magic artifact that can contain Yin Spirits is already rare, let alone one that might be able to hold living beings too?”

“It can indeed hold living beings,” Feng Jun answered with a smile, intending to mention that its use required the Inlaid Spirit Stones, but then thought–Earth Realm lacks Spirit Stones, but this realm does not.

Indeed, cultivators of this realm would probably find the Demon-Sealing Pagoda appealing.

“That makes it a fine item, then,” Bai Jiuzhou agreed, “It's like a combination of a Spirit Beast Bag and a Yin Spirit Bag, and it doesn't even need to seal the Yin Spirits. It could sell for a few thousand Spirit Stones without any problem; the key is that it's very rare.”

Feng Jun responded with a smile, “Unfortunately… it's damaged, and no matter what, it can only hold one.”

Leng Qionghua's eyebrows lifted, “Then it can be repaired, right? If you trust me, once you've handled this matter, you could hand this item over to me for repair.”

Feng Jun blinked in surprise, “Pine Cypress Peak… is actually good at repairing this?”

“It's just a magic artifact,” Leng Qionghua replied nonchalantly, “Pine Cypress Peak's level of repairing magical treasures and artifacts is no worse than Guanquan Valley… Mainly because this item is very interesting, I can find someone to repair it for free, just to understand its principles.”

“Alright, that's no problem,” Feng Jun nodded. Given such an open and straightforward offer, he naturally agreed readily, thinking of the arrangement he had made with Kunlun to repair his damaged magical treasures, and he couldn't help but ask, “Can other magic artifacts and magical treasures also be repaired?”

He had initially intended to give the repair work to Tiantong, but Tiantong, after all, was not professional. Although Tiantong would definitely be able to repair them, the cost might not be reasonable.

Moreover, being constantly on Huang Fu Flawless's mind, he also felt a bit uneasy. What if someone gleaned something from the magic artifacts? Wouldn't that just bring more troubles for him?

Leng Qionghua hesitated for a moment, but still spoke truthfully, “Free repairs for magic artifacts are just to expand ideas for artifact refining. If the artifacts have no novelty… there would still be a cost.”

“Of course,” Feng Jun had no intention of taking advantage, replying with a smile, “Reasonable fees are fine. Now, you two go ahead, I need to go back and take care of some other matters.”

Now that he had figured out the origin of the shadow, he was bound to go back and deal with Tenpura Hiro.

(Updated to, calling for monthly tickets.)

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