Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1079: Whose But

Chapter 1079: Chapter 1079: Whose But

Lu Wanfeng did not say "but", and instead took a seat together with Feng Jun.

The moment Bai Li heard this, his brow furrowed, thinking to himself, what is this Hong Bafang about? I must note it down first.

Seeing him also take a seat, Lu Wanfeng glanced at him subtly, thinking to himself, how could Yinsha produce such a detestable character?

However, some minor matters can be discussed in front of outsiders, he spoke in a deep voice, "Regarding the handling of this Hong Bafang, I have dealt with it this way..."

"Hold on," Feng Jun raised his hand, interrupting what he was about to say.

He spoke earnestly, "Regarding the handling of this person, I have already handed it over to Luo Shuchen at the Tianxin Platform. As for how he communicates with your sect and what your sect plans to do, these are not my concern anymore."

Please, let Hong Bafang’s matter end here, and don’t talk to me about the Mirage King Bracer.

Feng Jun certainly understood that forcibly seizing something was not commendable, and while he couldn’t oppose others doing so, he himself could not recklessly plunder—this kind of double standard was most detestable.

He justified himself in seizing Hong Bafang’s Mirage King Bracer, thinking if Luo Shuchen hadn’t intervened, he probably would have needed to figure out the opponent’s Shape Shifting Array before taking action to kill—after all, he possessed a Soul-searching Talisman, although the effect of that talisman was somewhat lacking.

In short, the Mirage King Bracer was very useful to him, especially in the lawful society of the Earth Realm, where he couldn’t recklessly kill people. Possessing this item, which could render him invisible and even evade infrared detection, made many tricky situations much easier to handle.

Lu Wanfeng was momentarily stunned, unconsciously frowning: Isn’t he even willing to hear me out? Isn’t this person a bit too domineering?

Indeed, coming to Mount Zhige, he truly had no small amount of sincerity and was willing to show it.

Of course, he also realized the reason for the other’s dissatisfaction—it was nothing more than being offended by someone in the Qi Refinement Realm, yet unable to punish them.

But if you won’t punish, my Taiqing Sect will, what makes you think you can righteously interrupt me?

He discreetly glanced at Bai Li, "This fellow Yinsha cultivator, could you please step aside for a moment?"

Bai Li was straightforward, upon hearing this he stood up, nodded slightly, and without another word, turned and left.

After he left, Lu Wanfeng looked towards Feng Jun, "I am unaware of what reforms Mount Zhige is undergoing, but is there anything I can help with?"

Feng Jun felt it, this person really was making an effort to be cordial, and of course, he wouldn’t always keep a standoffish attitude.

He smiled slightly, "I have always been interested in the technique of enhancing Earth Veins, and have been conducting a series of tests, proving what’s in my heart. Unfortunately, with my limited power, I can only try it in the Mortal Realm."

If possible, he wouldn’t want to mention the Earth Vein Technique, because the words "Earth Veins" could too easily lead to related speculations, and if someone followed the trail to discover the many Destiny Stones buried underground, it would definitely be no small matter.

But he had to mention it anyway, considering the forces currently near Mount Zhige.

There’s no need to mention Tiantong, among the Four Sects and Wutai there are Wuyou Platform, Tianxin Platform, Yinsha Sect, Crimson Phoenix Sect, and now the Taiqing Sect has come as well... plus Loose Cultivators like Ji PingAn, it’s really too bustling.

In such a situation, he still wanted to mine the condensing Spirit Stones within Mount Zhige, it’s just too easily detectable by others.

If he used the "Earth Vein Technique" as a cover, then everything would make sense.

As for whether the words "Earth Veins" might lead others to associate and imagine, he could only bet on his luck—things have developed to this stage, simply thinking about covering up was impossible.

"The Earth Vein Technique?" A spark of interest flashed in Lu Wanfeng’s eyes, this was something the Taiqing Sect was quite skilled at.

Huang Fu Flawless, upon seeing this, couldn’t help but cough lightly, she could guess what the senior was thinking.

Seeing Lu Wanfeng look towards her, she slowly spoke, "Senior Feng truly has been contemplating enhancing Earth Veins, I can vouch for that."

Although she was only at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer, and technically didn’t qualify to vouch for the words of an ascended senior, with the Huang Fu Clan and the vast Tiantong Commercial Alliance behind her, her statements were feasible.

Lu Wanfeng gave a slight smile, proudly spoke, "Regarding the Earth Vein Technique, my Taiqing Sect does have some insights..."

Cultivators, in daily conversation, usually don’t make absolute statements. A full moon wanes and a full vessel spills over, this is the essence of the Great Dao.

His saying "have some insights" was already a term of modesty; Taiqing’s research on Earth Veins indeed deserved the term "outstanding" within the Four Sects and Wutai.

Feng Jun’s lips curled into a barely noticeable smile, but he didn’t take up his words.

Pausing for a moment, Lu Wanfeng continued, "On this trip, I came to request Senior Feng to spare some time to visit Taiqing, where at the appointed time, the fellow members of my sect and Senior Feng can sit and discuss the Dao, or perhaps... Senior Feng might find another opportunity as well."

Feng Jun understood then that it was the technique of elevating Earth Vein that was being used to tempt him to treat Master Sumiao.

He pondered for a moment before smiling and nodding, "Thank you, Daoist Lu, for your high regard. I have long admired Taiqing and have harbored the aspiration to visit... However, I am currently at a crucial juncture and cannot afford to divide my attention, so I can only discuss this at a later date."

Lu Wanfeng looked at him in surprise, clearly taken aback by this "however," and asked, "How long will that be?"

Feng Jun apologetically smiled, "That’s hard to say, but within three to five years... it’s likely to be impossible."

Lu Wanfeng’s face immediately fell, and he spoke displeasingly, "I kindly invited you with sincerity, yet you continue to decline, which seems a bit... disrespectful, doesn’t it?"

Feng Jun spread his hands, replying somewhat helplessly, "We are both Cultivators and should understand the concept of fate. Since the time is not right, why must you insist?"

Lu Wanfeng paused, then sighed, "Daoist friend, my Taiqing is not something one can enter at any time. Missing this opportunity, I don’t know how long it will be before we can discuss the Dao together again. I hope you cherish it."

After saying this, he lifted his teacup to drink some tea.

The room fell into an eerie silence, and after a long while, Lu Wanfeng set down his teacup and spoke again, "Daoist friend Feng, why do you linger in the Mortal World?"

"It is merely Worldly Trials," Feng Jun answered slowly.

However, with Mount Zhige developed to its current scale, merely citing Worldly Trials as a reason felt insufficient, so he added, "At the same time, I’m working on a research project, exploring how much assistance mundane objects in the Mortal Realm can provide to Cultivators."

Lu Wanfeng certainly didn’t think he was merely engaged in Worldly Trials, even if he was also studying the Earth Vein Technique. The uproar was too great, but this talk of a "research project," although new to him, he still grasped the idea.

To this, he expressed some skepticism, "Haha, mortals and immortals differ, your thoughts, Daoist friend, seem somewhat biased."

However, he understood why the various mundane items produced by Mount Zhige were marketable in the Cultivation World—turns out his target audience was the Cultivation World all along, but he really did not quite agree with this approach.

Feng Jun smiled and replied earnestly, "In my sect, there’s a saying, ’Always presume scarcity when abundant, do not wait until scarcity to desire abundance.’ Mundane objects are overlooked by most, but as times change, who can guarantee that the Spiritual Energy supply will always last?"

"If there really was a decline in luck and collapse of the Heavenly Dao, leading to the withering of Spiritual Energy, researching these matters then would already be too late... I am not concealing from you, Daoist friend, the tragic state of a declined realm, which I have witnessed with my own eyes."

Lu Wanfeng blinked, understanding what a declined realm entailed, but he had never experienced it first-hand. Previously, when he thought of Worldly Trials, he considered the Mortal Realm as already a declined realm; how much worse could it get?

Frankly, disciples from the Four Great Sects are like children born with a golden key—though they are aware of the suffering in the Mortal Realm, they look down upon even Loose Cultivators, who would care about mere mortals?

Over time, they started feeling that the Mortal Realm was way too distant from them, almost as if on a completely different plane.

Only those engaging in Worldly Trials would venture to such a barren and infertile place, using the hardships here to temper their spirit.

Occasionally, Lu Wanfeng also pondered whether the Cultivation World might decline gradually, moving towards a declined realm, but the hypothesis seemed too far-fetched to him; even if the Cultivation World started deteriorating, those most troubled would be the Loose Cultivators first.

As for experiencing a declined realm? He considered it something that might happen once in his lifetime—if that day ever came, he might have already reached the Nascent Soul stage, achieved astral projection, or... perished.

Feng Jun’s assertion piqued his interest and sparked some curiosity, "You seem young, Daoist friend, I didn’t expect you’ve already experienced a realm’s transformation. May I inquire which sect you belong to?"

"It wasn’t exactly a realm, perhaps a half-realm," Feng Jun responded vaguely, "Regarding my sect, it’s rather inconvenient to mention."

Huang Fu Flawless chimed in with a smiling tone, "I once heard a saying, ’When the flowers fall, we meet again?’"

"Hehe," Feng Jun laughed a bit awkwardly, he had casually said that to Changqing without expecting it to spread.

He was unaware that Huang Fu Flawless’s curiosity about his origins had escalated to almost an obsessive degree.

"When the flowers fall, we meet again?" Lu Wanfeng furrowed his brows, then shook his head slightly, "I’m truly sorry, I’ve really not heard of it... So, you mean to say, you represent your sect in your travels, and Feng Jun is not your real name?"

After a brief pause, Feng Jun responded with a wry smile, "That is indeed my real name, Daoist friend, you’re overthinking."

"Oh," Lu Wanfeng nodded understandingly but remained rather skeptical, for representing one’s sect was not something shameful, why rush to deny it? Could it be... the sect is somewhat dubious?

Regardless, through this conversation, his understanding of Feng Jun deepened, and his wariness of this person increased: behind this man indeed stood a powerful force.

Without such support, how could one so young travel across realms?

It should be noted, Lu Wanfeng had never visited another realm himself.