Big Data Cultivation
/ Big Data Cultivation Chapter 684
Chapter 684: Chapter 684: Turning the Tables Chapter 684: Chapter 684: Turning the Tables Feng Jun felt a bit guilty about Zhang Caixin, but Gu Jiahui was the one who felt challenged.
She timidly asked, “Then, Brother Jun… Is Sister Caixin's talent better than mine?”
“Hey, hey,” Zhang Caixin objected, “what's this 'Brother Jun'? You should call him Master!”
Feng Jun didn't answer directly; instead, he tried to embody the demeanor of a Master, “Talent is only one aspect; it can determine your starting point but not your end. Fate, inheritance, cause and effect, effort… these are all very important.”
“If talent alone determined one's future, then no one would need to cultivate; we would just compare talents, right?”
Gu Jiahui nodded seriously, “I get it; no matter what my talent is like, I have a cultivation technique that fits me, so my fortune is still quite good… Is my understanding correct?”
Feng Jun didn't know what to say and could only glance apologetically at Zhang Caixin: I will try my best to find you a Water System Cultivation Technique later.
Zhang Caixin just smiled slightly, stepped forward, and put an arm around Gu Jiahui's shoulder, “Xiao Hui, I'll teach you how to cultivate this technique. Do you trust me?”
Gu Jiahui beamed, “Of course, I trust you! If I can't trust Sister Caixin, then who can I trust?”
After she arrived at Luohua Manor, the person she got along with best was Zhang Caixin; everyone knew this.
But as she said this, she couldn't help but give Feng Jun a covert glance.
Feng Jun pursed his lips, feeling a little odd in his heart: Why do I get this strong sense of palace drama deja vu?
“Alright, listen to your sister,” Zhang Caixin said while pulling her to her feet, “First, take a Body Tempering Pill, and oh, bring some clean clothes to change into…”
That evening was the celebration for Xu Leigang's advancement to Martial Master.
This was purely a celebration for the core circle of Luohua Manor, with only nine people at the table: Feng Jun and his eight disciples.
But there was also a butterfly occupying a spot, with a glass in front of it, filled with fruit juice.
Aside from them, only Li Shishi was present, serving the table.
In fact, other parts of the manor were also celebrating. For Xu Leigang, this advancement was a significant hurdle to overcome–being the eldest disciple and yet not being able to step into the Martial Master Realm was indeed embarrassing.
Truthfully, after over a year of cultivation, he had gained a considerable understanding of himself and had a vague feeling that perhaps he would stop at Martial Master for the rest of his life. As for reaching the Innate Expert level, he really lacked confidence.
He was also unhappy about Gazi and Wang Haifeng's progress, but his disadvantage was too apparent–his age!
If he were Wang Haifeng's age right now, he would risk everything to reach Innate, but unfortunately, that scenario did not exist.
So for Xu Leigang, this advancement to Martial Master might be the most celebratory event of his life.
Thus, he purchased a lot of food and presents, which he gave out on this day, giving a share to every worker in the manor.
Therefore, the entire manor was quite lively.
It was just past the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and originally the manor had planned to set off two hours of fireworks on the fifteenth. But Feng Jun had been delayed in Chaoyang, missing the Lantern Festival. The fireworks they had bought in large quantities went unused.
So, there was another event for today: setting off fireworks.
The manor had spent one hundred and fifty thousand on fireworks. The colorful fireworks burst into the sky, their explosions relentless and visible to almost half of Baixing Town, drawing the attention of many.
In the midst of this noise, Feng Jun received a call from a stranger.
The caller was Guan Shanyue from Danxia Heaven Gate. Although she had left Luohua Manor, she had left a few people in her care, hoping they would inform her when Feng Jun returned.
Now that Luohua Manor had started setting off fireworks, it was clear that Feng Jun must have returned.
She introduced herself first and then politely asked, “I would like to pay a visit to Master Feng. May I know when it would be convenient for you?”
Feng Jun really didn't want to make time specifically for her, and so he said quite bluntly, If you have something to say, and it's appropriate for the phone, then just say it; otherwise, we can talk when you come over.
His attitude could seem somewhat impolite, but Guan Shanyue really couldn't be upset about it.
Putting aside her past impressions of Luohua, just considering the current moment, she was in Maoshan, witnessing Tang Wenji's actions for herself. The renowned Little Heavenly Master of Maoshan went out with Feng Jun and upon returning, immediately began to close off in retreat, aiming for a breakthrough.
Just from this scene alone, Guan Shanyue was quite certain that Master Feng had every right to be arrogant. Learning does not depend on seniority; respect is accorded to the skilled.
So she said straightforwardly, I will come to Luohua as soon as possible.
At the same time, calls also reached Maoshan, where the Juqu Police were looking for Tang Wenji.
Recently, Tang Wenji collected two thousand yuan from someone in the west, and those four have been sick ever since. They couldn't take it anymore and finally reported the case to the police, accusing someone of extortion.
Two thousand yuan… it was enough to open a case. The police traced Tang Wenji's phone number through the WeChat account that received the payment.
As Tang Wenji was making her final preparations for a closed-door retreat, she heard that someone was looking for her, but she didn't even bother to answer the phone. She just forwarded the video to Daoist Ma, saying, “They broke the contract; it has nothing to do with me.”
The police were stuck now; an extortion case over two thousand yuan was worth a phone call at most, maybe sending someone to investigate, but it wasn't even enough to cover travel expenses. Now the other party was claiming the complainants had breached the contract and still owed five thousand yuan.
Of course, it's not that just because Maoshan says there's a breach of contract, there definitely is one. But the trouble with cross-jurisdictional law enforcement is just here. What was already a minor issue now has contested costs and even the charge is unclear.
The local police could only ask the Juqu Police to inquire about this matter.
When Juqu heard about the case, they immediately kicked the ball over to Jintan–it was under the jurisdiction of Jintan Police.
Jintan stated that it would be impossible to put pressure on Maoshan, as the sect's influence is significant in both Jintan and Juqu, especially now with the recent reopening of Jintan Huayang Celestial Part, which has been wildly popular with the public.
Not to mention that, from the current situation, Maoshan had the upper hand.
Upon hearing about the situation, the four sick individuals lost their temper. In fact, when they learned that the martial master they faced that day was a descendant of Maoshan, they were almost one hundred percent certain that their sickness must have been caused by the other party's foul play.
In truth, the police they relied on were just local private relationships; bullying locals was easy, and taking on outsiders was even easier. But to go elsewhere and bully others–well, that really wasn't something they could manage.
Realizing this, they had no choice but to abandon their aggressive approach and look for a mediator.
However, as local toughs, finding a mediator of sufficient weight was difficult. In the end, they returned to the person who conducted the ceremony and found the elderly Taoist.
When the old Taoist heard that the matter involved Maoshan, he appeared enlightened but said he wasn't influential enough and would have to ask someone else for help.
The four patients were truly depressed by this point. If they had known this would be the outcome, why would they have gone to such lengths over five thousand yuan, offending those people so severely?
Now look, not to mention the cost of hospitalization; just asking for the ceremonial service cost them over ten thousand yuan. The most severe problem was that the four of them were so sick that they couldn't even leave their homes, only able to lie in bed under the covers.
They had no idea how much they had lost in total.
In fact, they never reconsidered their attitude. Even after suspecting that the other party had sabotaged them, they still called the police and tried to frame them, using the charge of extortion to convict the other party.
It's said that some people won't shed tears until they see the coffin, and won't face reality until they're at the end of their rope.
The old Taoist still found a mediator and, the following morning, got in touch with Tang Tianshi of Maoshan.
Tang Wangsun, however, made it clear that he was completely unaware of the matter.
What, you want to inquire with my daughter? Sorry, but she's in closed-door cultivation.
How long will she be in retreat? I don't know about that… it could be anywhere from half a month to half a year.
This was an obvious brush-off: half a month to half a year in closed-door cultivation–well, in the current Daoist Sects, some people can fast moderately, but fasting for half a year while cultivating is absolutely impossible.
Fasting Pill? It's possible to have one, but they're quite rare, and Maoshan isn't a lineage of alchemy. Where would they get a Fasting Pill?
The mediator, a member of the Daoist Sects, said, “Don't be so rigid, Tang Tianshi. How about letting those four perform a ritual service at Maoshan? What do you say?”
Under such conditions, if it had been in the past, Maoshan would have agreed eight or nine times out of ten. The other party would perform a ritual service, giving Maoshan both face and money–after all, Zhuang Haoyun had spent half a million yuan on a ritual service, and Tang Wangsun even brought out the Ancestral Tablet.
But now, Maoshan was different from the past. Tang Tianshi answered with all seriousness, “To offend my Jintan Huayang Celestial Part and think performing a ritual service will settle the matter is to underestimate the prestige of the Ten Great Cave Heavens.”
The four sick individuals wanted to strangle the other party upon receiving such a response… Half a year in retreat? Even half a month might be too much for us to hold on!
Of course, frustration aside, they needed to cherish their lives. After discussing, they decided to send two of the younger ones, who were less severely ill, to fly to Maoshan and personally beseech for leniency.
As for the cost? All those were secondary issues now…
Similarly, the next morning, after Feng Jun completed his homework, he meditated to regulate his breath and then entered the mobile dimension holding the Black Colt Tower.
Huang Fu Flawless was watching him with a half-smile, waiting for his decision.
Feng Jun raised his hand and pushed the Black Colt Tower towards her, apologizing with a smile, “Chairman Huang Fu, I appreciate your kindness, but if it has to be used under your supervision, then I'd rather not…”
Huang Fu Flawless blinked, a mix of confusion and reluctance in her eyes.
But in the end, she sighed, “Then that's a pity… Huh, why do I feel something is different about you?”
(Updated, calling for monthly tickets.)
Chapter end
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