Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1138: Establishing Sect Rules

Chapter 1138: Chapter 1138: Establishing Sect Rules

Feng Jun waved his hand upon hearing this and spoke with a smile, "You guys discuss it yourselves. If I have to make every single decision, aren’t you being too carefree?"

The disciples exchanged glances. Initially, Zhang Caixin had hoped he would praise her more, but when she heard this, she quickly realized—ever since she entered the Qi Refinement Realm, the entire setup of Luohua Manor had changed dramatically.

It wasn’t that she harbored any ambitions to seize power. Speaking purely in terms of cultivation, she was the second person at Luohua Manor to open the gates to the Immortal Sects. In truth, she wasn’t very interested in power. She cared more about whether Brother Jun could focus on her and her alone.

Well, maybe she was overthinking it now. She had to acknowledge that her responsibilities to Luohua Manor had grown.

So the disciples began discussing how to handle the upcoming celebration.

Everyone was fairly excited and talked the whole day. Even Gao Qiang, who was famously obsessed with cultivation, didn’t visit the valley.

That evening, they wanted to discuss things with Feng Jun but found that his mobile phone still had no signal. They could only call him on the walkie-talkie.

As soon as they called him on the walkie-talkie, Feng Jun immediately showed up. He explained, "Since Caixin has advanced in the Qi Refinement Realm, word will surely spread, and many fellow cultivators will try to contact me. So, for now, I won’t use my phone. If you need anything, just call me on the walkie-talkie."

Xu Leigang chuckled upon hearing this, "Everyone else is playing on the internet, but the boss is playing on the local network."

Sister Hong’s eyes darted around as she raised a point, "But what if your walkie-talkie doesn’t work either?"

"Then you just handle it yourself," Feng Jun replied nonchalantly. He seemed to realize what she was truly asking about and added, "Or you could find Caixin. The manor now has its own Qi Refinement cultivator; what’s there to fear?"

Sister Hong, hearing that Zhang Caixin wouldn’t disappear again, didn’t say more.

Instead, Feng Jing handed over some blank sheets of paper. "Here’s the proposed list of invitees. See if there’s anyone who needs to be added."

Feng Jun took the sheets and looked at the densely packed names, his eyes widening in surprise. "So many people—more than two hundred, right?"

"Of course," Li Lishi answered with great pride. She had put in the most effort for this list and felt quite pleased. "For such a major event, we can’t skimp on the invitations. When Jintan Huayang’s celestial gate reopened, there were over ten thousand people in attendance."

Feng Jing knew Feng Jun didn’t like fanfare and remarked, "Our organization casually hosts events with seven to eight hundred people. We’ve already scaled it back significantly, sticking mostly to friendly acquaintances."

Feng Jun chuckled and shook his head with a hint of self-deprecation, commenting, "Back when I advanced to the Qi Refinement Realm... or even to the Dustless Realm, I didn’t even have such an extravagant celebration."

Seeing the mortified expressions around him, he laughed and explained, "Don’t get me wrong. I’m just saying, Caixin is still young and a beautiful girl. Too much publicity might not be a good thing for her."

"Exactly," Gao Qiang immediately agreed, nodding emphatically. "The manor already has an old Master Yu, and everyone’s struggling with that. If the publicity gets bigger, forget about more old masters—even one or two more would make life unbearable."

"Right," Gazi chimed in, still immersed in internet novels. "Better to develop stealthily rather than showing off."

The group burst into laughter upon hearing this.

Initially, Zhang Caixin felt a bit upset hearing Feng Jun’s words, but upon listening to his explanation, she agreed that his concerns made sense. Back in school, she had been bothered endlessly, especially by people with ulterior motives, which was incredibly tiring.

Now that she had become a legendary Great Cultivator, not only young and beautiful but also talented, could she possibly escape more trouble?

Wang Haifeng, however, seemed exhilarated. "So what? We have real power, so why can’t we show it off properly?"

To put it bluntly, he’d always loved a good scene and enjoyed boasting. If his organization outshined others, why hide it?

Xu Leigang’s eyes carried a hint of defiance. He was used to being overbearing—if he had the ability, why couldn’t he flaunt it?

Sister Hong laughed softly but timely, "A strong sense of collective pride is a good thing, but our ultimate goal is cultivating properly. Kunlun’s name is massive, but even they don’t dare expose their mountain gate, do they?"

Zhang Caixin nodded in agreement. "Brother Jun is right; we should develop... low-key and sensibly."

It was clear that Wang Haifeng, Xu Leigang, and even Li Lishi weren’t entirely convinced. Everyone liked the prestige of standing atop a tall tree. But since the boss had spoken, and so many supported him, even the central figures had to concede.

Then Zhang Caixin spoke again, "Brother Jun, how many people should we invite this time?"

Feng Jun thought for a moment and replied, "Make sure you notify those we have good relationships with, but... keep it under thirty people."

Hearing this, Zhang Caixin felt a bit deflated; the number seemed extremely small.

Feng Jun shook his head and let it slide, thinking to himself that his disciples might not yet realize their actual capabilities and that their arrogance was far too inflated. They were underestimating themselves in cultivation while overestimating their societal influence. Perhaps it was time to give them a lesson in humility.

True, there weren’t many Qi Refinement cultivators in the Earth Realm, but there were guns and explosives here. Even though Zhang Caixin had reached Qi Refining First Layer, hundreds of tons of explosives could take her down. If she didn’t use a Defense Talisman, even a large-caliber sniper rifle could kill her.

Thinking about the way Pine Cypress Peak’s Yan Family operated in the phone-world dimension, Feng Jun decided it was indeed time to establish a set of rules and standards for his disciples.

But that was not his immediate priority. Right now, his focus was compressing the feeling of his imminent advancement.

By noon the next day, Yang Yuxin brought back Gu Jiahui. Upon hearing that Zhang Caixin had advanced to Qi Refinement Realm, Xiao Hui couldn’t stop grinning with delight, while Director Yang stood quietly with a gentle smile.

Feng Jun heard they had returned and immediately came over, signaling to Yang Yuxin. "Come with me for a moment."

A few people looked on with curious expressions, including Zhang Caixin.

Feng Jun didn’t think much of it. He had serious matters in mind and wanted to invite her to draft a set of rules for the manor.

Yang Yuxin furrowed her brows slightly. While she worked in management, drafting policies wasn’t really her forte. "I’m actually better at picking apart existing regulations... Elder Yu’s place should have specialists in this, shouldn’t it?"

Feng Jun rolled his eyes at this and explained, "Even if I didn’t personally draft this, I wouldn’t ask him for help. If he knew my rules, he’d master them, and then it’d be easier for him to deal with me. I can’t let him get hold of this information easily."

Yang Yuxin chuckled. "All right, I’ll get someone to draft an initial framework first, and then I’ll work on filling it out. Does that sound okay?"

"That works," Feng Jun nodded. Then he listed some general requirements alongside examples of how the Yan Family tended to operate.

His core principle was simple: while adhering to common decency and accepted societal norms, Luohua’s people shouldn’t cause trouble—but they shouldn’t fear it either.

The essence was... if you encounter difficulties and have reasonable cause, you don’t need to worry about anything—Luohua will have your back. But if you’re in the wrong, I’ll still bring you back, but you must face national legal consequences. And I’ll punish you more harshly, not less.

Yang Yuxin smiled upon hearing this. "You’re essentially setting up an independent kingdom. In other words: national laws can’t touch you, but your rules can!"

"What nonsense is this?" Feng Jun rolled his eyes again. "If I wanted an independent kingdom, wouldn’t I be better off just buying an island abroad?"

Yang Yuxin tilted her head in thought before asking, "Your requirements boil down to six words: ’Adhere to common decency and norms.’"

"Not just that," Feng Jun shook his head. "Take a simple example: ’Help Fellow Members in Need.’ This isn’t a requirement in societal norms, but in my rules, failing to assist a fellow member in trouble will result in strict punishment."

Ah, so it’s the old feudal clan model! Yang Yuxin nodded straightforwardly. "Understood."

Jin City Yang Family had a strict clan code of conduct as well, though in recent decades its importance had waned.

One hundred years ago, if someone like Yang Yuxin—a widowed woman—dared to fool around with someone like Feng Jun and got caught, the Yang Family wouldn’t wait for the official government. They’d simply tie her in a pig basket and drown her in the river.

The pig basket punishment was generally reserved for adultery and infidelity, but prestigious families often had stricter rules—even widows had to maintain their decorum.

At least the Yang Family hadn’t turned rogue completely. Widows could remarry, but their dowry had to be returned to the clan. If you didn’t want to part with your generous dowry, you’d best keep yourself in check.

In any case, Yang Yuxin was fortunate to live in a more understanding era. And she was knowledgeable about these old traditions, making her a fitting candidate for drafting such policies.

She agreed to take on the task, though her brow arched slightly, as if she had something to say but chose not to.

Feng Jun knew her quite well; after all, they had practiced yoga together several times. "What’s bothering you?"

Yang Yuxin’s lips moved slightly before she sighed with a bitter smile. "My elder brother-in-law wants to ask you to save someone..."

After she and Xiao Hui returned home, the eldest Gu had specifically called them to the family estate, expressing strong dissatisfaction with Xiao Hui’s recent lack of academic focus. The Yang Family hailed from an old aristocratic lineage, and the Gu Family was no different.

The eldest Gu hoped Xiao Hui could concentrate on her studies—after all, any family with a child admitted to Harvard or Cambridge would treasure them greatly. Though the Gu Family was already at its peak and didn’t lack talent, their own children were always most reassuring to rely on.

He likely suspected that his sister-in-law’s relationship with Feng Jun wasn’t ordinary. He even vaguely hinted, "You can do whatever you want yourself, but please don’t derail Xiao Hui’s future. Remember, she’s a Gu—not a Yang!"

Yang Yuxin felt a faint blush but still argued reasonably, insisting that Master Feng genuinely had skill, and Xiao Hui genuinely respected him. Following him might even lead to a more promising future than university.

The eldest Gu believed his third sister-in-law had been brainwashed or bewitched but stopped short of having her forcibly admitted to Anding Hospital.

He talked with his niece, but she was even more adamant than her mother. "Uncle, I know you mean well, but I also know what I’m doing. Master Feng truly has real skills..."

"I’ve actually learned quite a bit from him already, but without Master’s permission, I can’t showcase it to you!"