Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 428: Chapter 428: Shortcut to Transformation

Feng Jing accepted the pills without hesitation and confidently proclaimed, “What are you joking about? I’m really not afraid of pain.”

Feng Jun smiled and nodded, “That’s for the best. These are pills for cleansing the marrow and transforming the tendons. In half an hour, you might need to take a bath… I suggest you prepare yourself mentally for it.”

Feng Jing still didn’t care much, “I can soak in the bathtub and then take the medicine. It’s been a long time since I had a bath… I’m pretty smart, huh?”

Feng Jun rolled his eyes and reminded her helplessly, “Very imaginative, but… just make sure not to fill the bathtub with too much water.”

Feng Jing had practiced yoga with him many times and was not shy around him. She naturally stripped off her clothes and entered the bathroom, starting to fill the tub with running water.

Before long, there came a low moan from the bathroom, lingering and unceasing…

Feng Jun hesitated for a moment but still stepped out of the room—he guessed she cared about her appearance and probably didn’t want him to see her looking disheveled, right?

Of course, from another perspective, he didn’t want to see her in a sorry state either. Since there was a mutual affection, both should try to present only their best sides to each other and try to conceal the unfavorable ones as much as possible.

Not long after he left the room, another door opened and Sister Hong came out in a robe, holding a nearly full glass of red wine, “This soundproofing… the little bastard really knows how to torment himself, huh?”

She glared incredulously at Feng Jun not too far away, “You… weren’t in the room?”

Her eyes were slightly drowsy—whether from a lack of sleep or the influence of alcohol, it wasn’t clear—but her robe was really short, a good twenty centimeters above the knee, and the belt was loosely tied, revealing not just long legs but also a sizeable expanse of pale cleavage.

“Yeah,” Feng Jun smiled and nodded, pulling out a cigarette to light up. He walked over to the couch in the second-floor living room and sat down, reaching under the coffee table to find a can of beer, popping it open with a loud click.

The living room wasn’t completely dark; there was a corridor lamp, it just wasn’t very bright.

Sister Hong followed him and plunked down beside him, clinking her wine glass against his beer can, “Cheers!”

Taking a sip of wine, she finally spoke up, “I heard someone moaning and groaning… and you weren’t in the room, feeling a bit unwell?”

Feng Jun took a gulp of beer, a drag of his cigarette and responded nonchalantly, “Not feeling unwell… she’s practicing.”

“She can practice now?” Sister Hong’s eyes instantly widened with surprise. She had always known he was teaching someone to practice, but had no idea what he was imparting and now, all of a sudden, that woman had already started her practice.

This made her feel extremely unbalanced.

In fact, after arriving at the back building, she hadn’t gone to rest right away but kept thinking about what Feng Jun might be doing with that woman in the bamboo forest and why they hadn’t returned so late.

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt, even to the point of feeling a bit contemptuous of herself: How could someone of her age not understand these things?

In the end, she drank most of a bottle of wine before feeling somewhat sleepy. As she drifted off, she was roused by the neighboring moans.

Upon leaving her room and seeing Feng Jun wasn’t there, she was initially pleased, but then immediately felt downhearted at the words “she’s practicing.”

Have I fallen so far behind that little vixen?

“She’s been in contact with me a lot recently,” Feng Jun didn’t hide it from her, “and she also promised not to divulge my secrets… that’s why I’m teaching her Daoist techniques.”

“Daoist techniques?” Sister Hong laughed, a laugh full of implications, “Turning stone into gold?”

Feng Jun looked at her intently, “Sister Hong, you’ve been a great help to me, much more so than her, which is why I can let you see…”

He flipped his hand, and suddenly a Barrett sniper rifle appeared out of thin air, “See it?”

Sister Hong’s mind was a bit foggy, but she could clearly see such a large gun.

She reached out to touch it, looked amazedly at him, “This isn’t a fake gun, you’re actually keeping firearms illegally?”

With another flip of Feng Jun’s hand, the gun disappeared out of sight. Then he asked with a smile, “Illegal firearms… do you see any?”

“I…” Sister Hong was suddenly at a loss for words. She bit down on her arm and winced, “This isn’t a dream?”

Then she slammed her wine glass down on the table and stated decisively, “I want to learn this Daoist technique!”

“You’re already learning,” Feng Jun smiled at her wickedly, “Practicing yoga… is just the first step.”

Sister Hong’s mood lifted at first and then abruptly she grew somber. So you’ve really been practicing yoga with that little minx.

But Feng Jun didn’t give her the chance to ponder further, “Want to learn? If you do, stop being jealous.”

“Psh,” Sister Hong’s heart was bleeding, but she had to pretend to be indifferent, “Who cares about your jealousy!”

Indeed, Sister Hong had that toughness—to shed blood and sweat, but never tears!

Feng Jun, however, didn’t seem to understand her, as he continued to press on relentlessly, “Be jealous or not, it’s up to you… but remember, you can’t let this information out!”

Sister Hong glared at him fiercely, “Have I gone mad to spread this thing around? You may not care about your life, but I certainly care about mine.”

Social people are just different; they have a strong sense of self-protection because they don’t have a system to rely on.

Of course, this is also greatly related to the item Feng Jun had chosen to reveal… If you can hide one Barrett sniper rifle, you can hide a hundred, or even ten thousand… And that would be arms dealing, which is deadly in today’s Huaxia.

Ten thousand Barrett sniper rifles impossible? Don’t be silly, even one Barrett in Huaxia is impossible, so what’s the difference between one and ten thousand?

“That’s good,” Feng Jun nodded, and speaking honestly, he really didn’t like persuading people to practice cultivation—To teach you is already your ancestors’ good fortune, and yet you’re still picky?

To him, people like Sister Hong who knew how to appreciate were quite good, “You’ll need to practice yoga a few more times before I can teach you that technique.”

Sister Hong looked at him with a half-smile and said, “I think you’re just not taking enough advantage, aren’t you?”

Feng Jun looked at her seriously and replied, “Sister Hong, you’re good in every aspect, but one thing… is just so… vulgar!”

With a flick of his wrist, the Barrett rifle appeared in his hand again, and with another flick, it disappeared. “Leaving that aside, just this trick alone, if I sold it to the military… Well, I shouldn’t mention certain terms lightly, but if I sold it to the military forces, would I lack beautiful women?”

“Of course, someone like you, Sister Hong, is something they would never have—it’s a limited edition… There’s only one like you in all of Huaxia.”

Sister Hong had been keeping a straight face, but at his words, she burst into laughter, “You little rascal, you’ve gotten better at sweet talk. If I were ten years younger, I’d tie you up and drag you to get the marriage certificate.”

Feng Jun said earnestly, “Sister Hong, you’re at the most beautiful stage of a woman’s life, not old at all.”

“Not old?” Sister Hong looked at him half-amused, “If I had to choose a marriage partner… would you choose me or Cai Xin?”

Feng Jun had already prepared a perfect contingency plan for this kind of topic. He chuckled and replied, “What I meant to say is, after practicing Daoist techniques, you will retain everlasting youth; your beauty will forever remain at this most wonderful stage of life.”

Watt? Sister Hong had been preoccupied with her sister’s issues, but her eyes lit up at these words, “What did you say?”

“I said eternal youth,” Feng Jun looked at her with a smile, “If I can’t do even that much… why practice Daoist techniques at all?”

Sister Hong slapped her thigh decisively and said, “Alright, if you can do that, I’m sticking with you for life.”

“Be gentle, Sister Hong,” Feng Jun reached out and took the opportunity to stroke her smooth thigh with a smile, “I can’t let you damage my precious one.”

Sister Hong gave him a contemptuous glance and said disdainfully, “Your precious one? I’m not joking with you… after tossing around all night, are you still okay?”

“Of course I am. How can a man admit to not being okay?”

Feng Jun stood up, bent down to pick her up, and walked towards the room, “Okay or not, why not put it to the test?”

Before the two of them could start practicing yoga, suddenly, the noise from next door lowered. Sister Hong, already unable to contain her desire, still pushed him and said, “Teacher Mei has gone silent… Go check on her quickly, she better not be idle and eavesdropping at the door.”

At this moment, Feng Jing had just gotten over the effect of the pills, and to her horror, she discovered that a sticky, unknown substance was secreting from her entire body—even her face, which she had not submerged in water.

So she locked her room immediately, not even having the time to dress. Hearing Feng Jun knocking, she pleaded weakly, “Don’t come in, I look terrible right now, I really don’t want you to see me like this.”

However, with no more sounds coming from her room, it wasn’t long before another room erupted with even louder moans—seemingly someone asserting their dominance.

Since Feng Jun had initiated the teaching of the cultivation path, he was not in a hurry to return to the mobile phone realm. He planned to attempt pushing Feng Jing to the stage of transcendence in a short period of time.

Essentially, martial cultivation and Dao cultivation are not absolutely conflicting; it is generally the case that one cannot possess both spiritual energy and inner qi—spiritual energy can contain inner qi, but inner qi cannot contain spiritual energy.

Practicing martial arts while cultivating would not aid one’s cultivation journey. Unless one reaches the Innate stage and directly enters the path of enlightenment through martial arts, it is otherwise a waste of time.

However, the Dragon Phoenix Supreme Heart Method allows for the martial arts practice of the Soaring Dragon Royal Phoenix Union Technique to complement one another.

The former can go directly into cultivation, starting from the first layer of transcendence.

But there’s a problem: what if the cultivator’s aptitude is insufficient and they’re unable to transcend after a long time?

Then they can only start practicing the Soaring Dragon Royal Phoenix Union Technique first. After cultivating inner qi, they can then practice the Dragon Phoenix Supreme Heart Method. If they are then touched by external spiritual energy, the cultivator could transform the inner qi into spiritual energy.

Yes, that’s transforming a martial artist’s inner qi into the spiritual energy needed for transcendence.

This has a similar effect to entering the Dao through martial arts, after which inner qi is also transformed into spiritual energy. However, the two Royal Family cultivation techniques have lowered this threshold to the realm of the martial artist.

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