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/ Big Data Cultivation Chapter 887
Chapter 887: Chapter 887: Constant Thunder Chapter 887: Chapter 887: Constant Thunder Guan Shanyue was somewhat curious about Zhang Dongyuan's words, “What treasure of Qingcheng?”
Zhang Donguyan gave a dry laugh and did not answer, only after a long while did he sigh softly, “It was preserved in the records of our predecessors.”
Hearing this, Guan Shanyue couldn't help but laugh out loud, “Your Mount Qingcheng really knows how to adapt.”
After a pause, she looked at Feng Jun worriedly, “Master Feng, do you think this monk might play tricks?”
“That's simple,” Feng Jun's hand formed a spell, and he pointed forward, “Thunder, come!”
A bolt of lightning struck from nowhere, knocking Yue Yao to the ground and even rolling him down several steps.
Fortunately, the section he walked on was wide and long with a gentle slope; otherwise, he might have been killed.
Feng Tianyang and Elder Guo were watching from a distance; upon witnessing the scene, they couldn't help but whisper in admiration, “Such exquisite mastery of the thunder technique!”
Why whisper? They were afraid the person who got struck might hear them!
But the others in the Daoist Temple heard it and couldn't help but come over – so that thunderclap was a technique?
Although Yue Yao was struck down, he wasn't seriously hurt. He quickly got up, looked around, and then turned to look back at the Daoist Temple – this thunder was really strange.
It was indeed a cloudy day on Magu Mountain at that moment, for if it had been a clear sky, the only explanation would have been a technique.
Yue Yao also noticed that there were quite a few people standing on the Drum Tower of the Daoist Temple. He muttered to himself silently, “Amitabha, how odd!”
He turned around and took a few steps before another thunderclap sounded, and he fell again…
This time, everyone in the Daoist Temple saw that it was Feng Jun forming the spell. Autumn Daoist couldn't help but exclaim, “Forming thunder with a spell, Master Feng's thunder technique has indeed reached the level where he can start his own sect.”
Just by using the thunder technique to start a sect? What he really meant was that Master Feng was truly an accomplished Qi Refinement practitioner and qualified to start his own lineage.
Feng Jun smiled, thinking to himself that he had already started his own sect, he just hadn't declared it openly among the Daoist communities.
This time, Yue Yao rested for a few seconds before getting up again, then he turned around, hands clasped together in fervent respect, and bowed deeply three times toward the Daoist Temple, still muttering something.
“This matter should not happen thrice, Master Feng,” Autumn Daoist stated clearly, “Punishing a treasure-seeking rat twice might be too little, but three times is just right, meaning if he offends again, Danxia Celestial can take his life.”
Speaking of cunning old foxes, Autumn Daoist was a true one, understanding even more crooked and peculiar matters than Zhang Dongyuan.
Feng Jun saw Yue Yao turn to leave and was about to form another spell, when he heard Zhang Caixin whisper softly, “Brother Jun…”
This time he had brought only Zhang Caixin to Magu Mountain because Cai Xin had already reached the peak of the eighth layer of Mortal Transcendence and was just a step away from the ninth layer. He felt it was time to bring her out to see the world.
As for Zhang Caixin's daily task–transporting tri-lifer wine back to Luohua Manor–since Gao Qiang had advanced as a martial master, her role was no longer necessary; Gao Qiang also received a Storage Talisman.
Besides, the tri-lifer wine was currently being refurbished, leaving little work to be done. Should any other transportation tasks arise, Feng Jing and Hua Hua were just as capable.
Zhang Caixin was more than willing to accompany Feng Jun, especially as she was the only one by his side, which made her so happy she felt like singing all day, though regretfully, she wasn't very confident in her singing ability.
What she wanted to do now was to execute this thunder strike herself.
Feng Jun's disciples all had received various talismans to some extent–let alone Storage Talismans, Golden Armor Charms, and Essence Blood Protection Talismans–Zhang Caixin also had a Thunderclap Talisman and a Sweet Dew Talisman, of which only female disciples had the Thunderclap Talismans.
It wasn't that Feng Jun discriminated against male disciples, but unlike the Sweet Dew Talisman, there was no mundane version of the Thunderclap Talisman which required spiritual energy to activate.
Feng Jun could create Thunderclap Talismans, but he had many people to supply, so Zhang Caixin had only activated the Thunderclap Talisman twice.
She felt she had mastered this talisman, but it was a pity she had only struck designated objects and not people. Now, with a rare opportunity to strike someone, she wanted to ask for permission.
Of course, in doing this, she also wanted to show others that Master Feng was not alone; he had a team of elite disciples.
As for whether she wanted to show off or increase her presence, Zhang Caixin hadn't thought that far–though she probably did want to show off a little.
Seeing the look in her eyes, Feng Jun knew what she was thinking, so he stopped forming the spell and pulled out a cigarette, “Caixin, you go ahead.”
He was just about to reach for his lighter when someone next to him already had a lighter lit and brought it to his mouth–it was Tang Wenji.
What a sycophant! Zhang Caixin silently cursed in her heart, suddenly pulling out a Talisman and activating it.
The next moment, a flash of lightning appeared above Yue Yao's head, significantly larger than the previous two.
“Crack,” a loud sound echoed as Yue Yao suddenly collapsed to the ground and rolled twice, lying there motionless for a long time.
Feng Jun was not surprised because he knew Yue Yao was a mortal devoid of any cultivation. Therefore, he had used very little spiritual energy when casting the Falling Thunder Technique. If he had struck with full force, ten Yue Yaos would have perished.
The Thunderclap Talisman used by Zhang Caixin was different, however. The spell unleashed by the talisman maintained a consistent potency, potent enough to injure Qi Refining practitioners.
It was only because Yue Yao had walked a bit further, over four hundred meters away from the Daoist temple that the lethality of the Thunderclap Talisman was reduced.
Even so, he lay on the ground for a full five minutes before slowly sitting up.
After sitting for another five minutes, he stood up, his body still trembling and swaying.
Then, he prostrated again–not due to physical exhaustion, but bowing in the direction of the Daoist temple.
He kowtowed nine times, lying prostrate after each set. After doing this three times, amounting to twenty-seven kowtows in total, he finally straightened up and walked away facing the Daoist temple.
Indeed, he walked backward, step by step, away from the temple, his hands pressed together in prayer.
Occasionally, tourists passing by would glance at him curiously. Fortunately, being a monk dressed in his robe, his actions, though strange, were assumed to be part of a ritual.
Meanwhile, the scene was different near the Daoist temple. Guan Shanyue watched Zhang Caixin and couldn't help but smile and speak, “Truly you are Master Feng's most valued disciple. Caixin, you have a limitless future ahead.”
She was well acquainted with Luohua Manor. Among those present, only Tang Wenji knew more than she did. Elder Guo from Wudang knew less–being a man, it was inconvenient for him to learn about the female disciples of Luohua.
Zhang Caixin smiled and bowed, “Director Guan praises me too highly. I am ashamed to admit that I have yet to enter the Qi Refinement Realm.”
I mean… Everyone present didn't know how to respond. If being a Qi Refining Practitioner was considered a Great Cultivator, and she, at about twenty years old, felt ashamed about not reaching that level, what should the rest of us do–commit suicide?
After an awkward silence, Zhang Dongyuan spoke up, “If I may ask indiscreetly, Fellow Daoist Caixin… How many years have you been cultivating?”
Zhang Caixin blinked and thought for a moment before answering, “About a year and a half… maybe almost two years.”
“Cough, cough,” Elder Guo cleared his throat loudly and turned away, “I'm going to have a smoke, you guys chat…”
Zhang Dongyuan was also stunned, but he quickly turned to Zhang Caixin, pensive, and asked, “May I ask what constitutes your constitution, and what is your Spiritual Root?”
Zhang Caixin didn't know how to answer that question. She was aware of her constitution, but Spiritual Roots… what were those?
So she looked at Feng Jun.
Unexpectedly, Feng Jun was also slightly open-mouthed and perplexed as he asked, “Spiritual Roots… what are those?”
Zhang Dongyuan hesitated briefly, slightly embarrassed as he explained, “Spiritual Roots are actually… just a measure, like a test out of a hundred points, which signifies how much one could potentially score. This concept, I extracted from online novels, and found it quite logical.”
Watt? Feng Jun was thoroughly shaken and couldn't help but ask, “Your Mount Qingcheng cultivates through online novels?”
“Just keeping up with the times,” Zhang Dongyuan smiled as he replied, “We cultivators pursue the Great Dao between heaven and earth. Previously, with limited information available, it was easy to make errors in isolation. Now, with so much reference material available, why not make use of it if it's useful?”
Feng Jun admired this man's imagination and his ability to enact it, but he still couldn't help asking, “How do you verify the reliability of this hastily conjured concept of Spiritual Roots?”
Zhang Dongyuan grinned, “It's hard to say about reliability. Right now, we're still collecting user data, but the reference for the original data is aptitude… We've already compiled some datasets.”
Feng Jun was about to ask another question when Guan Shanyue chimed in with a smile, “Master Feng, our Qingcheng Lineage is the swiftest in Daoist Sects at adopting modern knowledge… Just as Daoist Dongyuan just mentioned, they preserved the Qingcheng Daoism by memorizing political sayings.”
That said, it was during that era of destroying the old which severely impacted Daoist Sects.
Of course, certain malevolent Daoist Sects deserved to be eradicated, like the ones known as 'Yi Guan Dao'.
But many Daoist Sects focused on self-cultivation felt unjustly targeted by the purging.
These Daoist Sects aimed to preserve their traditions and heritage, not to revolt or bring chaos to the populace.
However, during that time, preserving the old was incredibly challenging. As previously mentioned, the Taoists of Maoshan had covered the entire Spiritual Spring with stones and refrained from touching it for a long period.
As Jintan Huayang Celestial Part re-launched, Feng Jun was undoubtedly the most meritorious, but it was Tang Wangsun and his mentors who painstakingly preserved Maoshan's heritage.
Yet, when it comes to the best preservation of Daoist lineage, Maoshan couldn't compete with Qingcheng.
Unlike other places, Dragon Phoenix Mountain was nearly leveled, its scriptures burnt to ashes. However, Qingcheng managed to preserve most of its ancient relics.
Not because Qingcheng was flexible in principles but due to their understanding of the changing times–even if it meant reciting political sayings.
Chapter end
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