Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1077: Seemingly Correct but Actually Not

Chapter 1077: Chapter 1077: Seemingly Correct but Actually Not

Elder Yu regretted his question so much that he wished he could slap himself in the face.

As far as Feng Jun is concerned, what’s Customs to him? Crossing national borders is no issue, neither is the transportation of bulk goods.

From beginning to end, it’s just four words—no problem at all.

Feng Jun didn’t care about his question, only smiling and saying, "Customs isn’t a problem, just don’t accuse me of being unpatriotic if I buy abroad, okay?"

"Why bother then?" Elder Yu became anxious, others might not believe such words, but he truly believed them coming from Feng Jun.

Actually, his people had already taken notice, Zhang Caixin was recently inquiring about lithium batteries—Feng Jun was a surveillance priority, and he had been noted, could those around him be spared?

Knowing that Zhang Caixin was interested, motivated by curiosity, Elder Yu also took some time to understand the matter.

Of course, at his age, curiosity was all he could rely on. As for memory and such, that was all in tatters, but he also knew that Huaxia’s lithium batteries truly weren’t up to par, protected only by trade protectionism against foreign rivals.

Trade protectionism is a neutral term, not derogatory, industries not strong enough in one’s country need protection.

He was very worried that Feng Jun might smuggle something in—something that Customs wouldn’t be able to stop, so he immediately tried to dissuade him, "If negotiations are tough, they can be conducted slowly. With that money, why let foreigners make a profit off it?"

Feng Jun started to laugh, "I don’t have the patience for all that haggling. Slow negotiations are fine, but with policies in place, there’s simply nothing to discuss... Elder, you’ve been through the bureaucracy for so long, you couldn’t possibly be unaware of this, right?"

"I truly am unaware," Elder Yu replied unabashedly and without a hint of embarrassment.

However, he had his own guesses about what was really going on—he wanted to pressure Feng Jun into revealing some truth.

After thinking it over, Feng Jun shook his head and said nothing before departing.

The training went surprisingly smoothly. Among the three experts, two had participated in the whole of the last training, so they knew exactly what the main focus should be, and the effect was very good.

The temporary structure, from where one could directly view the river and half the valley, was blocked from other directions, but none of the seven visitors from the Earth Plane, despite five being Qi-Refining Practitioners, dared to overstep their bounds.

They couldn’t even detect the large trucks entering the estate to load and unload wheat.

One must know, a tutor had vanished for making a mistake.

The inter-dimensional visitors didn’t care about where the person had gone. In their minds, the person was undoubtedly dead—a Mortal who offends a Qi-Refining Practitioner can be erased, not to mention also breaking the rules of a Cultivator in the Qi Refinement Realm,

——In fact, that person didn’t die, but someone had specially reported to Yang Yuxin, "Added to the blacklist of defaulters."

For a young person, being a technical talent with strong specialization and limited application, being on the blacklist of defaulters might not seem much, but once questioned by others, it would ruin a reputation within the industry, a huge loss indeed.

Those being trained could sense the abundant Spiritual Energy in the valley, even witness people practicing Cultivation coming and going in the valley, including two Mortals without a trace of Cultivation Level—a young girl and an old man.

As to why these two Mortals could enter the valley and enjoy the Spiritual Energy, none of the Practitioners bothered to think about it—in the Cultivation World, such things are not uncommon, and in any place, there are always special groups. As long as the owner of the Spirit Gathering Array is willing, no one will mind.

After staying in this defunct Earth Plane for so long, they found the Spirit Gathering Array tempting, yet they dared not ask the guards for permission to cultivate. Miss Huang Fu emphasized repeatedly that anything Feng Jun didn’t mention was forbidden!

A native of this Plane had already died; let’s not tempt fate further, shall we?

Thus the training was so successful that Feng Jun finally could take off to kill time in another Plane—actually, there was also quite a lot of work to be assigned there.

Feng Jing and Sister Hong also wanted to go along, saying this was what you promised us, and we’ve practiced quite a few shameless Yoga moves for this.

Feng Jun could only sigh and ask, "If Mi Yunshan sees that Teacher Mei has skipped six levels in the blink of an eye, what would she think?"

Both women fell silent upon hearing this, realizing they hadn’t thought of this problem before—or rather, even if they had considered such considerations, they didn’t want to think too deeply about it.

Half a day later, Feng Jing huffed in annoyance, "You can do this, but we can’t."

Sister Hong glanced at her with irritation, "Thanks to you, Director Mei, I can’t follow him."

Teacher Mei helplessly looked at her, thinking if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be able to go at all. "I can’t take advantage of that either, it’s not just you who’s frustrated," she said.

"Bah, I was just saying it," replied Sister Hong, who was quite emotionally intelligent. She had spoken her true feelings involuntarily in a moment of deep disappointment and quickly tried to recover.

After giving Feng Jun a harsh stare, she said, "I’m just a little upset, just don’t come back at the third level of the Detachment Stage, okay?"

Feng Jun entered the Mobile Phone world, starting his journey of killing time—essentially, this meant spending an equivalent amount of time there as the trainees on the Earth Plane had done.

In the eyes of Cultivators, a little discrepancy in time between different Planes is allowable.

But if the deviation is too great, then there might be some explanations to give.

If it is similar to the nature of White Steed Tower, capable of changing the time ratio and accelerating cultivation without greatly affecting one’s lifespan, then it would definitely be coveted by the majority of cultivators.

The Earth Plane and the Mobile Phone Plane do not possess the possibility of changing the time ratio, nor do they offer much help to cultivation. Feng Jun came to this conclusion based on the growth rate of his own hair—a smuggling channel between planes at best, with the added benefit of temporary suspension.

But just because he was clear about it didn’t mean others were, and besides... the ability to pause time is actually pretty heaven-defying, isn’t it?

So after returning to Mount Zhige, he became exceptionally low-profile. After exchanging 100,000 tons of grain with Miss Huang Fu, he disappeared.

Half a month later, the second batch of fifty tons of graphene arrived, but when Chairman Huang Fu sought an audience, he was informed that Mountain Master Feng was currently in seclusion and not receiving guests.

This phrase ’not receiving guests,’ not only blocked Chairman Huang Fu but also other reclusive high-level cultivators who wished to practice at Mount Zhige. Fortunately, for these cultivators with longer lifespans, not practicing for a mere half-month was not much of an issue.

About twenty days later, Feng Jun reappeared, accepted the fifty tons of graphene, and also allowed other high-level cultivators to enter the Spirit Gathering Array for practice, but he explicitly refused the cultivation request from Yinsha Sect Baili.

Two days later, Ji PingAn’s small merchant group arrived again, only to be blocked by the disciples of the Yinsha Sect.

Baili of the Yinsha Sect, holding deep resentment towards Feng Jun and knowing of his connection with this small merchant group, instructed the disciples to cause trouble.

However, although the cultivation level of Ji PingAn’s group was not high, their combat experience was substantial, and their instincts were sharp. Sensing the ill-intent of the other party, they directly charged into the small courtyard of the Crimson Pheonix Sect for shelter.

The domain of the Crimson Pheonix Sect was always very strict towards male cultivators, even more so towards loose male cultivators...

But seeing that these loose cultivators were in conflict with the Yinsha Sect, the disciples simply watched as they dashed through their gate.

The disciples of the Yinsha Sect, who were at the Qi Refinement Realm, finally stopped at the entrance of the Crimson Pheonix Sect.

It wasn’t that they didn’t dare to clash head-on with the Crimson Pheonix Sect, but at that moment there were high-rank practitioners in their sect, meaning the initiative to provoke trouble was not in their hands. Plus, the area wasn’t desolate wilderness; onlookers were not lacking, including more than one high-level cultivator, making it hard to cover up any misdeeds.

Upon hearing the news, Baili of the Yinsha Sect quickly arrived, but by the time he got there, the door of the Crimson Pheonix Sect had already been closed.

Without a second thought, he lifted his hand and broke through the gate of the Crimson Pheonix Sect—such was the custom of the Yinsha Sect towards the Crimson Pheonix Sect.

Then he snorted coldly, "Those loose cultivators, come out to me!"

However, a Crimson Pheonix disciple spoke coldly, "Baili, are you aware of how my Aunt Hei Luan punished You Longzi the last time he broke through the gate of our Crimson Pheonix Sect?"

Damn... Baili was suddenly taken aback. Was that old woman Hei Luan actually nearby?

While secretly sensing the surroundings, he raised his eyebrows and declared loudly, "It’s just a gate. What punishment does it need? If I exert a third of my strength, do you think this small courtyard could still stand?"

This reason was exactly the same as what You Longzi said last time he destroyed the gate.

But even as he spoke, he was cursing inside. You Longzi, you’ve taken such a big loss, and you didn’t think to mention it?

He had heard from the high-rank practitioners in his sect that You Longzi likely suffered a setback and sustained injuries, but it wasn’t something he paid much attention to—how could he possibly concern himself with the affairs of so many people in the Yinsha Sect?

That You Longzi suffered in the hands of Hei Luan was almost certain; there was a realm difference between them, the gap between the intermediate level and high-rank.

You Longzi keeping quiet was even more normal. The rivalry between Yinsha and Crimson Pheonix was a matter of course. Victories could be widely publicized, but defeats were best kept quiet, even if it was against a cultivator of a higher realm—why are they mortal enemies? The hatred runs deep.

You Longzi’s silence was like setting up a small pitfall for Baili—actually, this was self-inflicted. Isn’t it difficult to abstain from showing off?

In any case, after Baili became aware of the cause and effect, he dared not act rashly anymore.

The Crimson Pheonix disciple replied indifferently, "If the high-rank practitioner wishes to level the small courtyard, please feel free to do so. I’ve already informed you that not only Aunt Bai Luan but also Aunt Hei Luan has defended this courtyard before. Please, as you wish."

"Hmph," Baili snorted coldly and turned to leave.

He had no choice but to go. If he dared to make a move now, Aunt Hei Luan, upon finding out later, would definitely not let him off—her own sect’s disciples already brandished her name, and he dared to disregard it?

This was of a different nature than simply breaking a courtyard gate, far more serious.

Breaking through a gate was a routine provocation. You Longzi was just unlucky, running into Hei Luan who happened to be there, and a lesson was inevitable.

In other words, if Hei Luan had not been present at the Crimson Pheonix Sect at that time, You Longzi could have left freely, and as long as he didn’t harm the disciples of the Crimson Pheonix Sect, they would not seek retribution.

But the situation for Baili was different now.