Big Data Cultivation
/ Big Data Cultivation Chapter 852
Chapter 852: Chapter 852 Emotions and Career Chapter 852: Chapter 852 Emotions and Career “`
This time, the surprise attack from Kunlun really caught Luohua Manor off guard.
To be honest, this was a rare large-scale overseas trip for the residents of Luohua Manor, and the manor itself was left exceptionally empty.
Strictly speaking, the only experts remaining in the manor were Xu Leigang and Gazi, and Gao Qiang was nothing but a second-rater.
The attacking force was also an unprecedentedly formidable enemy that the manor had never encountered before.
Luckily, Hua Hua, who was at the Qi Refinement Realm, was present. Although it didn't participate much in the fight, if it hadn't been there to restrain and distract Kou Laozhong, Lu Xiaoning and Xu Leigang with their modest combat strength would have been singing a requiem within minutes.
Feng Jun handed Kou Laozhong over to Hua Hua for supervision, gathered up the two bodies, and only Xiao Xiang was brought to the villa courtyard.
We totally ignored the Western braggarts outside the gate–let them fuss all they want, daring them to try and breach our defenses.
After arriving at the courtyard, Gu Jiahui immediately found her mother and quietly recounted what had just happened.
Yang Yuxin was silent for a long time, struggling to digest all the information–was my daughter nearly a murderer half an hour ago?
Truth be told, for someone at Director Yang's level, killing someone wasn't really a big deal–every day in Huaxia, how many people live and die, and how many die in accidents?
Of course, personally killing someone is another matter entirely.
After thinking for a while, Yang Yuxin felt there was nothing wrong with her daughter's actions. Although a daughter needs nurturing, since she chose the path of cultivation, she must face some harsh realities.
So she whispered, “In the future, don't tell mom about this kind of thing, stay closer to Zhang Caixin… Right, don't use knives or guns to kill, too bloody. Use a gun instead, it's cleaner and easier to find someone to take the blame.”
She had always thought highly of Zhang Caixin.
But Gu Jiahui aimed a bit too high, “She's not Brother Jun's woman yet, my goal is… Sister Hong and Teacher Mei.”
Yang Yuxin, helpless, slapped her forehead and didn't know what else to say, I've slept with him and now I don't even qualify for cultivation, my child… do you really think you're better than Zhang Caixin?
The main force returned to the manor, but the atmosphere that evening was not very lively; the day's events had indeed dampened spirits.
Those who had traveled abroad spent the night without much rest, hurrying to the Spirit Gathering Array to cultivate–they had to catch up on their missed practice.
Wang Haifeng was an exception; since he traveled with his wife, he had to go home to check in.
Xu Leigang had been guarding the manor all this time and hadn't been home for half a month. However, the little princess had visited him twice in the manor, so even though there were issues today, he mustered up the courage to ask for leave to go home.
In the bamboo forest, Gazi and Gao Qiang were left to stand guard.
Feng Jun, on the other hand, entered the Jade Tower, holding the “Traveler's Seal” from Kunlun, and fell into deep thought…
Around nine-thirty, Tang Wenji called and said she wanted to see him.
As a Little Celestial Master, she could only find a guest room in the front building of the manor. That was already quite good; most people boasting about securing a spot on Luohua Manor's bus would be envious.
Feng Jun walked to the front yard, where the Little Celestial Master was already waiting for him. Upon his arrival, she unhesitatingly hooked his arm, “Senior Feng, I'd like to take a walk outside the manor.”
This girl… isn't being very reserved, Feng Jun's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.
He knew Tang Wenji's emotions were unstable today; no one would be after their first kill, especially when it involved killing two with cold weapons, bloodily so.
He followed her out of the manor and hadn't walked far before sensing something odd in the atmosphere. He then lit a cigarette, taking the opportunity to slip away from her clinging hand.
The next moment, Tang Wenji's hand was back, and she firmly stated, “Master, I want you.”
“Hmm?” Feng Jun gave her a puzzled look. What was this tomboy Little Celestial Master talking about?
Tang Wenji hesitated, then out of reverence for the master, she adjusted her phrasing, “Master… take me, please?”
What? Feng Jun's eyebrows rose again, but this time he was sure he had heard clearly.
He pondered for a moment before speaking, “I understand you lack a sense of security, but this isn't the way to get it. You are destined to be an outstanding figure of the next generation from Maoshan, and it wouldn't be appropriate for me to accept you here.”
He didn't mention whether they were suitable for each other or not. They were both adults, after all, and there was no need for pretense over such matters.
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Tang Wenji didn't speak, but she pressed her body even closer. He could feel her trembling slightly–whether it was from fear or excitement, he couldn't tell.
Perhaps it was a bit of both.
Feng Jun remained silent for a while before finally saying, “Your Maoshan is too vast; I can't take it all in, nor do I have such an obligation.”
The Little Celestial Master pondered for a moment and then whispered in his ear, “What if it's just me, excluding Maoshan?”
Her soft Wu dialect was glutinous by nature, and in the quiet of the night, at Feng Jun's ear, he could feel her breath. A flutter of his nostrils caught the fragrance of her breath, making it difficult for him to remain unmoved.
Without the burden of Maoshan, accepting another woman… there really wouldn't be a problem.
Feng Jun thought for a moment, then whispered back, “You seem a bit emotionally unstable today. Think it over a little more, I don't want to take advantage of you…”
“I've thought about it already,” Tang Wenji chuckled lightly by his ear, “Do you know what my first thought was when they captured me yesterday? I was regretting… not having given myself to you back on Xiqing Mountain.”
Since she spoke so candidly, Feng Jun didn't play coy either. He asked straightforwardly, “Have you ever had a boyfriend before?”
Tang Wenji, of course, knew what he meant by “boyfriend,” so she puffed out her chest proudly and replied, “Before you, I never met anyone qualified to be my man.”
The Little Celestial Master was truly audacious. Just thinking about her first appearance outside Luohua Manor revealed how high she held her head–clearly not caring for the views of the mundane world.
Feng Jun thought for a moment, but still shook his head, “Let's talk about this another day. Today is my first day back, and I have to spend the evening with them. It's not appropriate to put you up in the back building.”
He was someone who honored old ties and would not forsake Sister Hong and the good scenery in the backyard for new temptations.
However, the Little Celestial Master replied carefreely, “It doesn't have to be in the backyard… anywhere is fine. Did you bring a tent?”
Seeing her so unabashed, Feng Jun steeled his heart and said, “Alright, let's go to the bamboo forest in the valley.”
In the Spirit Gathering Array of the valley's bamboo forest, only Gazi and Gao Qiang were present. When Feng Jun and the Little Celestial Master arrived, the two were actually sitting, drinking, and chatting. There weren't any fancy dishes, just a plate of orchid beans, a plate of century eggs, and a few bags of small packaged beef jerky.
Seeing Feng Jun arrive, the two rose to greet him without hiding the fact that they were drinking. They had been cultivating in the manor and on guard duty, their nerves stretched tight. Now that the main force had returned, they were relaxing with a drink.
After all, cultivation should be balanced with relaxation.
Feng Jun certainly didn't think they were doing anything wrong. Instead, he cheerfully said, “How about you two take the night off? The Little Celestial Master and I will have a little exchange here.”
Gao Qiang and Gazi exchanged glances, instantly understanding–though they might have guessed wrong. But whether they were right or wrong, what did it have to do with them?
Gazi even grinned and said, “The weather forecast predicts rain tonight. Did you bring a sun umbrella, Boss?”
“You don't need to worry about that,” Feng Jun laughed, “Go and rest up. Once your wound is healed, you'll be close to advancing to the next stage… Gao Qiang, you need to work hard too.”
The two left with a laugh, and Feng Jun set up a shelter and hung two red lanterns, then gestured invitingly, “Come, it's a bit crudely done… but we should still drink a toast from the wedding cup.”
Seeing this, the Little Celestial Master felt joy in her heart. Though the preparations were rushed, the fact that he valued these rituals meant she had no regrets.
About ten to twenty minutes later, a light rain began to fall, pattering softly on the roof of the shelter, a delicate “shush” sound in the tranquil night.
Buoyed by the wine, Feng Jun spoke softly, “I chose this place because I have a supportive cultivation technique that can help you with your training; you don't need to study it, just follow my lead.”
He thought Tang Wenji, young and resource-poor, had done remarkably well to reach the status of an Intermediate-Level Martial Cultivator, which was quite rare among the martial cultivators of Earth Realm.
With his resources to support her, it was only a matter of time before she advanced to become an Innate Expert. He figured it was better for her to use Martial Enlightenment rather than following the path of transcending the mortal coil.
In that case, he could use the Dragon Phoenix Fusion Scripture to guide her in dual cultivation. She didn't need to learn this technique; as a High Tier of Qi Refinement, Feng was qualified to guide an Intermediate-Level Martial Cultivator like her.
As the old saying goes, sacred arts are not passed on lightly. If she had had a boyfriend before, Feng Jun might not have done this. But as the one to reap her Red Pill, he couldn't go without making a gesture–Feng always kept his deals.
It must be pointed out that this kind of technique yields great cultivation benefits the first time it's practiced on a maiden's journey.
The gentle spring rain tapped the shelter in the valley, its sound carrying far into the quiet night…
More than an hour later, the Little Celestial Master's voice rose, lazy and languid, “So this is what it feels like, it's wonderful. Thinking back on those days on Xiqing Mountain… what a waste.”
“That's because you're with me that it feels good,” Feng Jun shamelessly declared, “Honestly, practicing yoga with me, you've struck quite the bargain.”
Chapter end
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