Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 423: 423 Thunder Decree initially completed

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Oh? Feng Jun noticed this anomaly, paused for a moment, and carefully recalled the flow of spiritual energy and the method of forming hand-seals.

After a while, he cast the Falling Thunder Technique four times in a row.

On the fourth Falling Thunder Technique, the situation occurred again, with the spiritual energy decreasing by another twenty percent. A boulder the size of a door panel in the distance burst open with a bang.

“Congratulations, senior!” Yu Changqing exclaimed loudly, “The Spirit Art has emerged! Remember to exhaust all spiritual energy.”

So that’s how one exhausts all spiritual energy, Feng Jun finally understood: I was wondering why it took over six hundred casts of the Falling Thunder Technique to regain spiritual energy each time; it did seem a bit cumbersome.

In fact, like the situation at hand, this was more normal. Although the techniques practiced during the Qi Refinement Realm consumed less spiritual energy, cultivators in this realm inherently had less spiritual energy.

It was quite normal to deplete one’s spiritual energy after casting several Spirit Arts, and the Falling Thunder Technique used even more energy than other techniques, a fact that was clearly marked in the booklet.

Feng Jun believed that casting five immature Falling Thunder Techniques and depleting all his inner spiritual energy was the proper reaction a true Spirit Art should have.

Taking advantage of his fresh memory, he cast the Falling Thunder Technique consecutively again, succeeding twice out of only three attempts.

However, he didn’t control these two well either; one exploded a hundred yards above his head, while the other… blew a piece off the boulder where Yu Changqing was standing, the size of a small car.

Yu Changqing was so frightened that he leapt away, darting a distance of forty or fifty yards, “Senior… please be careful.”

“I can’t help it either,” Feng Jun said with a wry smile, spreading his hands, “The Spirit Art is newly formed… I can’t control it.”

Lang Zhen in the small courtyard, upon hearing the noise, finally heaved a sigh of relief, “Good, he’s indeed in the middle of cultivation.”

Mi Yunshan, however, furrowed her delicate brows and stared blankly at the source of the noise, “What is the Divine Doctor doing?”

Huan Huan bounced over cheerfully, “The Divine Doctor has exploded again… Sister, don’t you know?”

Mi Yunshan had only arrived recently and looked at the little boy, puzzled, “Exploded again and again?”

“Huan Huan, come play with sister,” Yu Changzhu called from the backyard gate, “don’t bother aunty…”

“Aunty?” Mi Yunshan looked at her, who was not a year or two younger than herself, and felt a thick malice in the name.

The Divine Doctor continued to explode for three more days before finally returning to the small courtyard with Yu Changqing.

He had now preliminarily mastered the Falling Thunder Technique, able to precisely control the strike point within a hundred meters, and with thunder and sound, the power was tremendously shocking, being able to split boulders the size of train engines in half.

However, the consumption of spiritual energy was also immense. With his spiritual energy at its peak, he could cast the Falling Thunder Technique three times, but the remaining spiritual energy was insufficient for a fourth casting.

Feng Jun made a comparison and felt that from an energy perspective, using the Falling Thunder Technique was very uneconomical. To split a boulder the size of a train engine, he could use a Spirit Weapon to chop it, splitting twenty pieces with less than half the spiritual energy, but using the Falling Thunder Technique, he could only split three pieces.

Of course, one cannot simply calculate the worth of a Spirit Art in this way. The Falling Thunder Technique is swift in action, immune to distance and evasion tactics, and poses with effortless grace, showing the demeanor of a great master. Wielding a Spirit Weapon to chop would look so… low-brow…

After returning to the courtyard with Feng Jun, Yu Changqing activated the Spirit Gathering Array in the backyard the next day.

There was no choice, watching Feng Jun exhaust his spiritual energy day after day only to immediately replenish it with the Spirit Gathering Array, she felt that since she brought the Array out, she needed to make good use of it; otherwise, it seemed like a loss.

Right now, she had two Spirit Stones, she temporarily stopped using the one belonging to her sister, and was using the one from Feng Jun.

Now, there were eight people leeching off the spiritual energy, and like Chen Junsheng, Mi Yunshan was enjoying a larger space.

The dissatisfaction among the other seven was evident, without saying. Last time, they were interrupted by the Inspector, then the Divine Doctor began a series of explosive noises, and now… there was another person added?

However, the people in the formation did not react; everyone’s position had been marked long ago, so they could only accept it.

The new woman had been staying at the Divine Doctor’s yard recently. As for the relationship… there’s no need to say, right?

It was a helpless feeling, but at least it was okay since most of the people present were Martial Cultivators, who didn’t need much spiritual energy. Having a few more people didn’t matter; it was just a bit of discomfort in their hearts.

That evening, Feng Jun studied talismans in his room. Now, the Sweet Dew Talisman had dropped to second place, and the Thunderclap Talisman took priority in his research since it shared many similarities with the Falling Thunder Technique.

He made substantial headway deep into the night, and even felt his understanding of the Falling Thunder Technique had increased inversely. It was too late to attempt casting it; going far seemed inappropriate, and casting it nearby would not only be a nuisance to the neighbors but, more critically… what if the strikes were inaccurate again?

He remembered all too well that two days ago, a miscalculated Falling Thunder Technique nearly cost Yu Changqing her life.

After turning off the lights, he fell into a deep sleep, only to be awakened by a disturbance in the middle of the night.

Chen Junwei in the courtyard caught someone trying to sneak into Feng Jun’s bedroom.

However, when he caught the person, he felt embarrassed and so informed Feng Jun in a soft voice, “Divine Doctor… could you deal with this?”

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The one who was caught wasn’t someone else, but the second young master of the Yu family. Tonight, however, she was cloaked in a light down overcoat, with nothing but a thin layer of gauze underneath, her jade arms and pink legs fully exposed.

She was trapped in a large net, and Chen Junwei, with his arm stretched forth, was holding the net, eyes closed and grimacing as he spoke, “Divine Doctor… I really didn’t see anything, it just felt like this villain seemed familiar.”

“You’re doomed, you’re dead for sure!” Yu Changzhu was in tears. She had always appeared before others as a male, and had managed, with great difficulty, to change into women’s clothes and doll up beautifully, even spritzing on a scent from the Western Regions, all to sneak into Feng Jun’s room.

But now she was caught in a net, being held in someone’s hand, and felt a desire to die in that very moment.

However, her twin sister was right there in the back courtyard, not even fifty meters away from where she was, and she didn’t dare raise her voice.

All she could do was whisper threateningly, “Chen Junsheng, you are an Innate being, you are formidable, but… you will regret this!”

She could get the Chen family members who were leeching off the Spiritual Energy to clear off that place by influencing her own sister.

In fact, Chen Junwei was also aware that the owner of the Spirit Gathering Array in the backyard was, eight or nine times out of ten, related to the Yu family, but he didn’t have the guts to say it outright and could only stiffly say, “Allowing you to sneak into the Divine Doctor’s room would truly be something I’d regret.”

Interestingly, he didn’t dare speak loudly either.

“Alright, enough of this,” Feng Jun said irritably, taking the net from Chen Junwei and with a flick of his wrist, released Yu Changzhu, “Do you know what I was doing? Do you have any idea how much loss I’ve suffered from interrupting my cultivation?”

Chen Junwei turned his head and walked away without saying a word.

Yu Changzhu tugged at the overcoat on her body, trying her best to cover herself up—the layer of gauze she wore underneath really made no difference whether it was on or off.

She spoke with a sense of grievance, “I just wanted to find you to… discuss the Dao.”

Feng Jun felt utterly speechless. Please, in the middle of the night, dressed like that, sneaking around, you were coming to discuss the Dao with me?

That… probably only you yourself would believe, right?

He sighed and waved his hand helplessly, “Go, it’s not what you think between me and Mi Yunshan. If this gets out, how will you ever get married in the future?”

“I don’t care how she is with you,” Yu Changzhu spoke softly, “I’ve been so dedicated and devoted in helping you, can’t you be a little nicer to me?”

Am I that bad to you? Feng Jun rolled his eyes. If it were another cultivator, they would’ve killed you, and the Yu family wouldn’t have been able to complain, right?

He cleared his throat and said with authority, “If you don’t go back now, I will start shouting.”

Upon hearing this, Yu Changzhu’s body shivered slightly, and she turned to leave sulkily.

Feng Jun swept his gaze around the courtyard and spoke in a low voice, “If this news gets out, don’t blame me for being unkind.”

There were quite a few people living in his courtyard; although Elder Deng Da had gone to leech off Spiritual Energy, Elder Deng Lao Er and Lang Zhen were still around. Even if they hadn’t noticed Yu Changzhu before, now it was impossible they didn’t know.

With their martial master cultivation, they may have noticed her presence earlier but found it inconvenient to intervene, unlike Chen Junsheng who was from the illustrious Yuntai Chen Family, and being Innate, he had no such concerns.

Anyway, Yu Changzhu didn’t seem to cherish the opportunity to leech off Spiritual Energy very much, as everyone observed her often leaving halfway through her cultivation, and the person in the formation had no reaction to her behavior.

Like tonight, she was one of the eight, but she snuck out quietly again, truly willful.

Feng Jun, however, found himself somewhat irritated by this unexpected turn of events. He used to practice yoga often and had achieved a good balance between Yin and Yang, but these past ten days or so, having been on the Mobile Phone plane, he had started to accumulate some irritability…

Apart from Feng Jun, there was another person feeling a bit irritated recently—like Brother Bao from Lord Beiyuan Family.

The Mobile Phone plane had reached early summer, and the foothills of Mount Zhige were quite cool, with a large river in front keeping the area refreshed. But even so, Brother Bao found the midday heat a little hard to bear.

So, he mustered up the courage to find the Divine Doctor, and asked, “I remember you mentioned that thing… air conditioning, right?”

Even though Feng Jun’s identity as an Immortal had been confirmed, an Immortal still needed Gold.

Consequently, Brother Bao’s house at the base of Mount Zhige was the first to have air conditioning installed. Honestly speaking, it was only because he disliked the heat that he had installed it so soon, but it turned out to be a good demonstration for everyone else.

Following that, the first team to install air conditioning in the Mobile Phone plane emerged.

This time, Yu Changqing had the Gathering Spirit Array Plate running for five days, and Feng Jun knew that this was her way of giving him an explanation: Mi Yunshan… she wasn’t up to it!

And indeed, Mi Yunshan failed to find the Spiritual Energy.

During those five days, she spent very little time eating and sleeping, with the majority of the time dedicated to cultivation. When the Gathering Spirit Array Plate was deactivated, the already fragile Mi Yunshan became even weaker, as if she had been through a severe illness.

There was nothing she could do; having no martial cultivation level at all, and yet pushing so hard, not actually falling ill was already a sign of good constitution.

But Feng Jun was someone who took promises seriously. Although he knew her lack of success had nothing to do with him, he couldn’t help but consider: Why not set up an enlarged version of the Gathering Spirit Array Plate at Mount Zhige as well?