Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1065: Initial Trial of the Soul-searching Talisman

Chapter 1065: Chapter 1065: Initial Trial of the Soul-searching Talisman

Tempura Hiro died at about 1 a.m. today, at his home in Nagoya.

His residence is located in the suburbs of Nagoya, with virtually no neighbors nearby. In fact, to the local Ni Hong residents, he was always considered an "outsider." Coupled with his eccentric personality, he didn’t actively interact with the people around him.

However, he did have some property to his name. In the modest courtyard, there were a gatekeeper, bodyguards, and servants.

The security of the courtyard was not very strict, with only two surveillance cameras at the front and back. There were no dogs in the house, but rumors among the local neighbors suggested that Tempura Hiro was a Yin Yang master, dabbling in some odd practices, which generally discouraged people from approaching the courtyard.

Tempura Hiro was seventy years old this year. At the time of his death, his eyes were wide open and his facial features twisted, as if he had encountered something extremely horrifying.

The gatekeeper, bodyguards, and servants living at home knew nothing about his death. Even his wife, separated by a mere wall, heard nothing unusual, which is quite odd.

It was his wife who got up in the middle of the night and discovered that the lights were off in his room. When she went to turn on the corridor lights, she found that he was already dead.

Even more bizarre was the fact that both of Tempura Hiro’s feet were covered with mud, as if he had gone somewhere before his death.

The Ni Hong police determined through testing that the mud was unique to a mountain hundreds of miles away.

This was unbelievable, as there were no records of vehicle access captured by the surveillance cameras, leading the police to even consider that someone was deliberately creating a diversion.

In short, no matter how you look at it, Tempura Hiro’s death didn’t seem natural, and the cause of his death could not be determined.

Upon hearing this news, Elder Yu snorted, "This guy."

He was one hundred percent certain that Feng Jun was behind it.

He wasn’t clear why Feng Jun, after taking action against Tempura Hiro’s son, Tenpura Hiro, would then target his father Tempura Hiro, but through investigation, he found out that this person was possibly... a Yin Yang master?

If it had been before his encounter with Luohua Manor, Elder Yu would have had no interest in the term "Yin Yang master," but now it seemed that maybe this was the reason?

With such speculation in mind, Elder Yu noticed that after the Rimu incident, Tempura Hiro’s behavior was extremely abnormal—he had someone else handle the repatriation of Tenpura Hiro’s body and did not come to Huaxia in person.

It was also for this reason—after investigating Tempura Hiro—Elder Yu used his private connections to have someone closely monitor him. Tempura Hiro returned to Ni Hong, and Elder Yu knew about it even earlier than Kunlun. So as soon as something happened in Nagoya, he received the news relatively quickly.

It seemed that guy really did go to Ni Hong. After confirming this news, Elder Yu was not in a hurry to get to the bottom of it—indeed, he would like to ask, but whom to ask? How would anyone else reveal information so easily in a murder case?

At ten o’clock this evening, Feng Jun’s mobile phone signal appeared in the Jiangzhe region.

His mobile phone had already been placed on the monitoring watch list, making it extremely convenient for anyone who wanted to access the information.

By this time, Elder Yu had already retired for the night. It was his healthcare doctor who made a phone call, "Master, how come you’ve run off to Jiangzhe again?"

Feng Jun knew that this little fan was actually trying to remind him—he was always under surveillance. So he answered with a laugh, "It’s nothing, just taking a stroll in Jiangzhe, and incidentally visiting Weiyu Mountain Cave Heaven to experience one of the ten great Cave Heavens."

This trip to Ni Hong, he only emptied one grain silo, and that silo wasn’t even full, containing only about forty thousand tons. This was already Ni Hong’s largest grain silo, and he felt it was unnecessary to empty smaller ones.

It was key that finding the silos was quite difficult. Ni Hong had a strong air defense awareness, and he definitely couldn’t fly during the day. Even flying at night carried great risks—flying too low would make it easy to be seen by people, and too high would make him detectable by radar.

When entering Ni Hong, the Time Shuttle he piloted had attracted attention. Searchlights soon swept towards him, and he had no choice but to land on the sea surface, then activate the Mirage King Bracer for physical flight.

Luckily, the Fukagawa granary was ostentatious—their claim to be the most advanced grain storage on Earth allowed him to locate it quickly. Relying on the invisibility feature of the Mirage King Bracer, he entered quietly and then swiftly emptied the place.

As for destroying the cameras? Naturally, it was necessary; otherwise, the disappearance of grains recorded by the cameras would become a famous supernatural event in history—in fact, what has already occurred can already be regarded as a full-blown supernatural event.

Fortunately, the level of this supernatural event could be seen as eerie, not enough to shock the entire world.

Because he spent time emptying the granary, Feng Jun was unable to deal with the Overseas Wanderer’s Association that night, merely confirming the locations of a few members.

The next night, it was of course time to take decisive action. Thanks to the recently acquired Mirage King Bracer, his operation went very smoothly.

When he infiltrated Tempura Hiro’s home, he discovered a guard Formation in the courtyard. However, the Formation was too lax. He moved two flower pots, and the Formation was invalidated.

At this time, Tempura Hiro was sleeping and completely unaware. Feng Jun easily subdued him without encountering any resistance. As for the mud on his feet, he had taken the man up with the Demon-Sealing Pagoda and brought him to a densely wooded mountain, where he decisively used the Soul-searching Talisman to search his soul.

The result of the Soul Search... wasn’t particularly satisfactory. He roughly understood the other party’s thoughts, and gained new insight into the damaged formation. However, Tempura Hiro really had some skill; his mind actually had some resistance.Feng Jun had some complaints about Huang Fu Flawless’s Soul-searching Talisman; a Qi Refinement Realm’s Soul-searching Talisman really wasn’t that good, and it actually cost over three thousand Spirit Stones apiece. However, he wasn’t too upset about the expense.

Since he had purchased the Soul-searching Talisman, it was meant to be used. If he didn’t try it out on someone, how would he know the results?

The impact of Soul Search on a person is significant, and it can easily turn someone into an idiot. Feng Jun couldn’t just randomly experiment on people. Using Tempura Hiro as a test subject didn’t give him any psychological pressure at all; on the contrary, he was a bit excited about it—after all, the guy was just a half-baked Yin Yang master.

In short, the Soul-searching Talisman was just mediocre, and Feng Jun had come to understand the effects of Soul Search, reducing his expectations for the remaining two talismans. Still, since they were purchased, they would prove useful sooner or later—at the very least, they added to the manor’s foundation.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Jun drove at top speed and finally returned to Zhengyang before dawn.

It couldn’t be helped; he had attracted some attention and needed to keep a low profile when necessary.

Upon returning to the manor, he didn’t rush to rest. Instead, he fired up the computer in the back building and started translating the accounts he had retrieved from Tempura Hiro—despite the old geezer’s resistance during the Soul Search and worsening memory, he still remembered where his accounts were kept.

Regrettably, this translation software... was not easy to use. After trying to translate for a while, he couldn’t help but gripe about it.

Just then, Feng Jing came out, "You’re back? What are you mumbling about to yourself?"

"You’re up so early?" Feng Jun glanced at her; Teacher Mei was one who liked to sleep in.

"Well, there aren’t many people in the manor, are there?" Feng Jing yawned as she walked over, clearly having difficulty waking up.

Interestingly, after cultivating, even after a deep sleep, there was no foul morning breath when Feng Jing yawned in the morning.

In fact, this had become normal. Even someone like Yang Yuxin, who was of a certain age, no longer had to worry about bad breath after ascending to the first layer beyond the mundane.

She came over to him, her breath as fragrant as orchids, "Eh, machine-translating Ni language? Why not use the translation software on your mobile phone?"

"The one on the mobile phone isn’t any good. I didn’t expect the computer to be the same," Feng Jun replied gloomily, "It’s not convenient to find someone else to translate this material."

"You’re looking for a donkey on a donkey," Feng Jing laughed, "Isn’t Ni language Xiao Caixin’s second language?"

It dawned on Feng Jun, and he settled down, looking around only to see the day was just beginning to brighten, and everyone else was still asleep. Seeing Feng Jing in her pajamas, with her top half-concealed and her white shins peeking out from beneath, he couldn’t help but be moved.

He chuckled merrily, "Looking for a donkey while riding on one."

Feng Jing rolled her eyes at him, a mix of amused and annoyed, "The day’s already bright, you little pervert..."

"Cough," a light cough came from a distance as Zhang Caixin emerged from around the corner of the corridor. She spoke expressionlessly, "I feel like I heard my name... Was someone talking about me just now?"

"Hmm," Feng Jun coughed heavily, "I have some documents in Japanese that aren’t suitable for outsiders to translate, and machine translation isn’t accurate. Teacher Mei said you would be perfect for the job, so I was thinking... are you up to it?"

"Of course I’m up to it," Zhang Caixin gave him a sidelong glance, with a very strange look, "A woman can’t say she’s not up to it, but as for men... well, that’s a different story."

I’m certainly up to it too! Feng Jun really felt like saying that; he understood Xiao Caixin’s implication perfectly, but Sister Hong’s face wouldn’t look good if he said such a thing. Until something became a fait accompli, he needed to keep a low profile, especially with Feng Jing present. It really wasn’t appropriate to speak openly, so he just smiled, "Thanks, I appreciate it."

"No trouble," Zhang Caixin answered lightly, "It’s nothing to me, because I... definitely can!"

Feng Jun pretended not to understand her implication and yawned languidly, "Well, I’m off to sleep, a trip to Ni Hong is truly exhausting... Anyone want to join me?"

Feng Jing, who practiced yoga with him countless times, couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his words, "Boring... Go to sleep already."

After Feng Jun’s return, the entire manor relaxed.

It was true that there was quite a difference between having someone in charge of the old nest and not. Previously, both Hua Hua and he were absent, and the only one in the Qi Refinement Realm was Shen Qingyi from the Kunlun Three Elegants. Many people did not express it outwardly, but they still felt uneasy deep down.

Feng Jun had reached the second layer beyond the mundane and wasn’t too demanding about sleep. However, if he could make himself a bit more comfortable, he didn’t mind living like an ordinary person.

He slept until evening before getting up. As he stepped out of the back yard, Elder Yu came over with a very odd look on his face.

"How many people did you kill in Ni Hong this time?"

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