Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 429: Chapter 429 Slow

Feng Jun believed that complementary cultivation techniques like Dragon Phoenix Supreme and Soaring Dragon Dominating Phoenix must also exist within the Cultivation World.

However, such techniques really had little practical significance.

For cultivators, those who couldn’t shed their mortal roots, or to put it another way, cultivators who couldn’t ascend early, were not worthy of attention.

Why waste cultivation resources on such people?

It was the royal families in the Mortal Realm who, out of the need to rule, required the presence of cultivators. It didn’t matter if their aptitude was mediocre, as long as the royal family could command someone to use those items that required spiritual energy when trouble arose.

That’s why there were these two sets of techniques provided to the Donghua Royal Family.

But for Feng Jun, this was precisely what he needed the most. Currently, he did not experience the frustration of resource scarcity. His concern was about finding some companions to cultivate with on Earth Realm.

Feng Jing and Sister Hong’s aptitude—not to mention their aptitude, just their age alone meant it was impossible for them to cultivate in the mobile phone realm.

Feng Jun hoped that Feng Jing could cultivate faster; it would be great if she could reach the Mid-stage Martial Artist level soon. According to the Dragon Phoenix Supreme manual, it was best to reach the High-Rank Martial Warrior level before transitioning to spiritual energy, but at the very least, one should be a Mid-stage Martial Artist.

Because the Inner Qi of a Low-level Martial Artist was really too pitiful, one might not be able to achieve the transformation to spiritual energy.

Feng Jun was anxious for Feng Jing to upgrade her cultivation level, but unfortunately, her mother-in-law had started another round of torment.

Teacher Mei’s temperament was more inclined towards serenity; her desire for cultivation wasn’t as strong as Sister Hong’s. The troubling matters not only affected her mood but even prevented her from visiting Luohua Manor.

Feng Jun had agreed with her that aside from the weekends, she would try to come to Luohua Manor as much as possible from Monday to Friday—not because he wanted to practice yoga, but because the spiritual energy here could speed up cultivation.

However, Feng Jing got entangled with affairs and couldn’t come to Luohua Manor at will. Ensuring she could come on the weekends was already quite difficult.

So two weeks passed, and she remained at the cultivation level of a Low-level Martial Artist. What made Feng Jun even more exasperated was that she felt taking Body Tempering Pills was unseemly and refused to take any more for the short term.

In her words, taking half a pill every half month was already her limit.

The speed of Sister Hong’s cultivation wasn’t particularly fast either. Her attitude was extremely proper, and she was very interested in Daoist Techniques, but she always had something going on during the weekends and couldn’t come to Luohua Manor.

Perhaps she didn’t want to run into Feng Jing.

But even on workdays, she had many activities. Putting aside her jade business and not even mentioning Hongjie Clubhouse, being known as a “socialite,” how could she not be busy? Can you say you’re a socialite if you’re not busy?

So she didn’t come often, but whenever she did, she practiced yoga actively.

Feng Jun was in no hurry to pass on the complete version of Soaring Dragon Dominating Phoenix to her. Feng Jing’s experience showed that practicing yoga a few times, then executing the internal cultivation technique, could likely lead to a one-time sensation of qi.

A one-time sensation of qi was actually very important; those who needed multiple sessions of cultivation to find the sensation of qi were somewhat inferior.

People like Wang Haifeng, who required Feng Jun’s assistance to discover qi sensation, were even a notch below.

Feng Jun also hoped that Sister Hong’s progress would be smoother. With Feng Jing serving as an example, he wanted to see how she developed and what improvements and supplements were needed before making corrections with Sister Hong.

Anyway, two weeks passed by, and Feng Jing clenched her teeth and took another half a Body Tempering Pill, still stuck at the stage of a Low-level Martial Artist.

On the other hand, Sister Hong had a fierce determination. Hearing that Body Tempering Pills could aid in cultivation, she asked Feng Jun for one before generating Inner Qi and voluntarily took it in two doses.

After consuming the Body Tempering Pill, she immediately locked her room door, not allowing him to see.

In short, Feng Jing’s lack of progress had some impact on Feng Jun’s overall plan, and he secretly resolved that if she still couldn’t break through to the Mid-stage Martial Artist level by the third weekend, he would have to find another way.

In fact, he understood that expecting her to advance to Mid-stage Martial Artist in just one month was somewhat unreasonable. In the mobile phone realm, this process might even take one or two years.

However, that duration applied to children’s cultivation. If an adult could cultivate with the support of Body Tempering Pills and overcome the pain of tempering the body, then it wouldn’t be too slow.

Feng Jun’s own cultivation was a bug, needless to say, and Wang Haifeng, Xu Leigang, and Gazi didn’t take too long to break through to Mid-stage Martial Artist either. Although they were able to concentrate their time on cultivation, which was much stronger than Feng Jing, but… the place where she cultivated was full of spiritual energy!

After all is said and done, maybe it was this Soaring Dragon Dominating Phoenix technique that took longer to see results?

It was a Monday, and Feng Jun received a call from Dou Jiahui. He planned to visit Nanyue Province, where there was a poultry farming chain that he was interested in franchising, but he wanted to investigate first.

Actually, he wasn’t necessarily fixed on poultry farming—if there were good projects, he was open to other industries as well. Dou Jiahui believed that staying in Yunyuan City had limited his vision and that it was time for him to travel around the country to broaden his perspective.

After all, he had Feng Jun as his backup, and as long as he found a suitable project, all he needed was to ask for his investment.

Dou Jiahui found it easier to ask Feng Jun for money than to ask his own father; the bond between two brothers in a lifetime is indeed extraordinary.

The meaning behind this phone call was, if you have time, come with me for a walk.

Does Feng Jun have time? That’s… not so easy to say.

In terms of urgency, no one needed time more than him, as he was traveling between two dimensions.

Logically speaking, since he reached the Qi Refinement Realm, his lifespan has extended, about one and a half times that of ordinary people, somewhere between 110 to 140 years.

But that doesn’t mean much if he’s always bustling between two dimensions, right?

Now, he was at the peak of the Early-stage Qi Refinement Realm and needed some time to settle; in other words, he definitely needed to pass the time, the only question was which dimension he’d choose to do so in.

As for other factors, there weren’t many; he had basically achieved financial independence. Even if there were big expenses like Luohua Manor again, the jade and Boiler Camel Motorcycle business he ran across dimensions could easily support it.

Issues with stability? They basically didn’t exist either. Luohua Manor had been through a shock, but there didn’t seem to be any crisis at the moment. Mount Zhige was not particularly stable, but it was much better than before.

Of course, there were minor troubles on both sides. Mount Zhige was highly sought-after, with quite a few eyes on it, and the area now had tens of thousands seeking a living. Inside, the population was mixed, with even many spies from various powers present.

Luohua Manor was no Peach Blossom Valley, either. The number of people paying respects to King Crow at the mountain gate hadn’t decreased, and recently, a group of elders from Peach Blossom Valley had arrived, hoping to have an audience with Feng Jun.

This was the reaction from successfully treating Elder Jiang, who had begun to walk around just over twenty days after her fracture and was moving briskly in under forty days, even stronger than before her injury.

Elder Jiang, grateful to Feng Jun, spared no effort in spreading the word. Many who had benefited at the Xu Family Villa gate finally realized it wasn’t the villa’s feng shui but the abilities of the person living inside that were extraordinary!

While one could argue it was all baseless speculation, the living example of Elder Jiang was there for all to see.

How many regretted their earlier oversight in secret was anyone’s guess, but one thing was certain, it was definitely not just a few!

What left them feeling helpless was that Feng Jun had moved, and he didn’t just move a little bit away. Peach Blossom Valley was over thirty kilometers from Luohua Villa—a distance that wouldn’t be much in the capital. It could be just right for the fourth ring, depending on the situation the fifth ring, and far beyond the sixth ring.

But how big is Zhengyang compared to the capital?

The distance was significant, but that didn’t prevent everyone’s enthusiasm. Not many living in Peach Blossom Valley were short on cash, so from time to time, some would drive the elderly over to Luohua Manor to seek an audience with Feng Jun.

Once people grow old, they tend to face various health issues, especially those who have personally experienced benefits. They really wanted to invite Feng Jun back to Peach Blossom Valley.

So, the attitude of those who came was rather good—after all, could they afford to be rude? Hardly possible.

They would start by apologizing and saying that Peach Blossom Valley really owed Master Feng, hoping for an audience to express their regret.

But Feng Jun would definitely not give them this opportunity. He’d watch their awkward situation cheerfully through the surveillance.

Yet, these people were incredibly persistent. A few of them took the lead and organized a group to hitch a ride on the Peach Blossom Valley tour company’s shuttle buses, sharing the cost and coming to the mountain gate every day, using it as their morning exercise.

The tour company’s buses went into the city to pick up customers in the morning and brought them back in the evening, which was the opposite direction to their flow of people, not impacting operations at all. They only had to drive a little longer for a few extra dollars in fuel.

In short, while Feng Jun enjoyed watching the reactions of this group, it became quite boring after a while.

To put it simply, Master Feng’s time was limited, but making a short trip down south in the near future wasn’t out of the question.

That evening, Sister Hong arrived at Luohua Manor again, and the two practiced yoga together.

Now Sister Hong knew how to choose a location as well. Whenever they started their practice, it was generally in the bamboo forest.

This place was really lovely. It was high summer, but the bamboo forest at night was quite cool—and there were no mosquitoes!

After finishing their yoga that night, they lay comfortably on the cool mat, sharing a light towel blanket.

Following tradition, they would now sleep until dawn. Sister Hong had become accustomed to sleeping here.

Even if it rained at midnight, she wasn’t worried—she’d just ask him to use his Daoist technique to make a tent.

Feng Jun played with her long legs, bringing up Dou Jiahui’s call, “…I’m a bit hesitant, what do you think, should I go?”

“Go ahead,” Sister Hong’s long legs brushed against his chest and belly, “You’re going to do some research anyway. Why not go to Foshi while you’re at it… The lighting there is not bad, and I can hold a jade exhibition.”

The night was deep, and the bamboo forest was quite dark. She didn’t see the conflict on Feng Jun’s face, “Uh, Foshi…”