Big Data Cultivation Chapter 1024

Chapter 1024: Chapter 1024: Impossible to Guard Against

Feng Jun had no knowledge of Rimu Corporation's products, so he couldn't be sure what the accusation of plagiarism was all about.

But he unreservedly said, “In my view, this Rimu Corporation you speak of is just a facade. Isn't your real intent to enhance your Incense Spirits?”

Tenpura Hiro's eyebrows rose, and he wanted to argue, but eventually, he sighed, “I'm starving to death. Can you give me something to eat? I have diabetes.”

Feng Jun knew he had diabetes, which could be seen by observing “people nearby”, “Let's talk about the Yin Yang Formation first, your diabetes isn't that severe.”

“But I'm really starving,” Tenpura Hiro wailed, “Even the beautiful lady earlier said that even convicts are given a good meal before they die.”

Feng Jun pulled out his mobile phone, checked the man thoroughly again, and confirmed that he was indeed very hungry before using the walkie-talkie to request Mi Yunshan to bring over some food.

In fact, both the other person and Feng Jing were hungry. They had been busy all night, especially in the second half, going as far as to dig pits–a task that required significant physical strength.

Just before the food arrived, Feng Jun learned from Tenpura Hiro something called the “Patron Formation”, which was controlled by his father, Tenpura Eternal, and he agreed to help arrange an introduction.

Regarding the selection of the Rimu Factory's location, Tenpura Hiro indicated that the addresses of the three burial pits were provided by his grandfather. Then, his father personally came to Modu and, using Onmyoji techniques, surveyed the location before finalizing the factory site.

He believed that using resentful spirits to feed Shiki was indeed somewhat inappropriate. However, the blood food for Incense Spirits came this way; he merely took it without asking, and since it was on foreign soil, it did not constitute a heinous crime.

Feng Jun raised his foot and tripped the man over, “What you mean is that being weak is the original sin… right?”

This kick was not intentional, purely spontaneous, and he didn't use much force.

At that moment, Mi Yunshan arrived with the food, and Feng Jing stopped her two hundred meters away, prohibiting her from coming any closer.

Sister Lin looked suspiciously at Tenpura Hiro, and as down jackets were also quite popular at Mount Zhige recently, she didn't harbor much suspicion but felt somewhat aggrieved: Was there something that I couldn't know, yet she was privileged to?

As for dining outside, Feng Jun wasn't particularly fussy. Mi Yunshan brought a large thermos full of steaming noodle soup, which included vegetables and Spirit Beast Meat, along with two hot dishes and two cold dishes.

Spirit Beast Meat… Of course, Feng Jun wouldn't give any to Tenpura Hiro. He scooped out a big bowl of noodles, poured some soup over it, then poured a plate of battered fried little fish in front of him–try the Otherworld version of Tempura.

Tenpura Hiro enjoyed the meal immensely and even asked for some chili after seeing it in their bowls as it was “really too cold, and eating some chili would warm the body.”

Feng Jun wasn't one to sweat the small stuff in such circumstances, so he let him have it.

After they finished eating, the interrogation continued. Perhaps because he was full, Tenpura Hiro grew bolder and insisted on explaining his reason for establishing a factory in Huaxia: his primary goal was to expand business, and only secondary to feed the “Orochi.”

Indeed, the Yin Spirits he was feeding were the infamous Orochi of Ni Hong, albeit currently with just two heads.

Then, Tenpura Hiro started attacking his counterparts in Huaxia, labeling them as thieves and frauds, using counterfeit products to disrupt the market–he even hinted that the “Patron Formation” was actually the lifeblood of Ni Hong's Onmyoji and didn't wish it to be plagiarized.

At first, Feng Jun didn't care. It was normal for anyone to complain, and since this guy wanted to enjoy a little rant, Feng Jun let him be–don't expect to drink water for the next 24 hours.

However, as he listened, he began to feel something was off, “Are you seeking death?”

“It's good to thank you,” Tenpura Hiro stood up and bowed deeply, “If it weren't for this big bowl of noodles you fed me, I think it'd be difficult for me to die, so thank you very much.”

Feng Jun paused for a moment before nodding in sudden realization, “Blood sugar went up… is that it?”

“Yes, that's right,” Tenpura Hiro answered with a joyful expression, “You should know about the Overseas Youzi Association, but perhaps you don't know, many people are determined to sacrifice themselves for their country. I can tell you, the increase in blood sugar will trigger another reaction in my body…”

Seeing Feng Jun spacing out, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, “Surprised, are you? But it's too late… You must be very curious about the Wanderer's Association's list, right? But I won't tell.”

Feng Jing pointed at the long blade on Feng Jun's waist and spoke sternly, “If needed, we can open his belly, as the Ni Hong people like seppuku, right? His food hasn't completely digested, which could reduce his blood sugar levels.”

For a lady who had grown up in peacetime, such words seemed cold-blooded, but… she was trying to adapt.

“Do you think he didn't anticipate that?” Feng Jun laughed, “Maybe, this strike of mine would be exactly what he wished for.”

Tempura Hiro eyed him suspiciously, then burst into laughter. “Indeed, you have good insight. Are you Feng Jun of Luohua Manor?”

Feng Jun wasn't angered, he just chuckled along, “Haha, have I become that famous? I must admit, today was a misstep on my part, but now you can rejoice… However, I will be harsher on members of the Overseas Youzi Association, all because of you.”

“Ha ha,” Tempura Hiro laughed out loud, appearing almost crazed, “Your composure cannot mask your inner disappointment. Don't you want my wealth? Don't you want to know the list of the Wanderer's Association? You desire it… but you cannot have it!”

Feng Jun shook his head dismissively, “You think too much. What you value doesn't mean I value it too. Firstly, I'm not short of money; secondly… the list of the Wanderer's Association is also irrelevant to me, if I avoid the innocent and target more of the guilty, that's the end of it, isn't it?”

Hearing this, Tempura Hiro, who was midway through a laugh, suddenly gasped in surprise and fell to the ground weakly.

Feng Jing looked at him shaking his head, “This guy… he's really up to no good.”

“Alright, take him back, I won't trouble you with this,” Feng Jun said with a smile, “Actually, his sudden death like this is pretty good. There's no obvious external injury; dying at his own residence… isn't that better than disappearing?”

This was the real reason he didn't draw his blade; slicing him would have felt good, and his blood sugar… probably wouldn't spike anymore, but the man might not have survived–perhaps he just wanted a quick death.

The key point is, with such a cut on the body, Tempura Hiro's corpse must absolutely not be seen and having to hide it, but now that he chose suicide, it's unrelated to external forces, and the body can be left at his residence on Earth.

As for the Sou-searching Talisman he bought, it turned out to be a waste, initially he didn't have a chance to use it, as the other party answered all questions–though not all answers might be correct, they weren't far off. By the time the other party turned hostile, it was a bit too late to use the talisman.

Not much information was retrieved, feeling it was just a waste of a Soul-searching Talisman.

Tempura Hiro was not completely dead at the moment, still holding onto a thread of consciousness, upon hearing this, he was so enraged he nearly spewed another mouthful of blood: to think of even utilising my dead body thoroughly, shame on you as a cultivator…

The next moment, his consciousness plunged into eternal darkness.

Feng Jun and Feng Jing returned to the Earth Realm, where the spring rain was still falling, and dawn was just breaking.

“Alright, that's it, let's leave,” Feng Jun called out to everyone, then threw Tempura Hiro's body back into his room, not bothering to conceal the signs of search in the room.

After taking two formation bases and completely destroying the “Parent-child Yin Yang Formation”, Feng Jun struck the embankment outside that hid the burial pit with a fierce Falling Thunder Technique, causing a deafening boom and ripping open a two-meter-deep gash in the ground.

Peering down the cracked opening, one could see chilling white bones.

Then he released the Time Shuttle, taking everyone away as swiftly as lightning–fortunately, it was still not fully light.

They left, but the Rimu Corporation's factory was bustling after daybreak.

A big pit was dug in the factory, the ground's pine trees vanished, and at the bottom of the pit lay a layer of white bones.

This phenomenon could be called supernatural, necessitating immediate reporting to the boss and then the police.

However, very unfortunately, when reporting to the boss, everyone discovered… the boss was dead.

Subsequently, news also came from outside the factory, saying a place was struck by lightning, revealing a burial pit underneath.

There had been rumors of a nearby burial pit, but those were just rumors; now, the rumors became reality, inevitably causing a great shock.

The police responded quickly because the call was terrifying, recounting the discovery of a serial killer's gravesite filled with skeletons.

In fact, what shocked the policemen the most was the death of Rimu's head, Tempura Hiro, at his residence–Rimu is a well-known Japanese company in the city.

Rimu's turnover wasn't very large, but it was a bona fide manufacturing enterprise, not a trading or financial one, belonging to the high-tech industry–one of the most welcomed types of businesses in the city.

Although Rimu's sales volume wasn't high, its market share in the industry was significant, exceeding fifteen percent approaching twenty percent.

Moreover, the person reporting the incident suggested that Tempura Hiro's death might have been unnatural; there was a suspicious handprint on his face, his residence appeared to have been disturbed, and even a few camellias from Ni Hong were missing from the yard.

The murder of the head of a Ni Hong enterprise in Huaxia was a huge case.

(Updated to, calling for monthly tickets.)

Chapter end

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