Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1165 A Few Intermediate Level Detached (Second Update)

Chapter 1165: Chapter 1165 A Few Intermediate Level Detached (Second Update)

The one who spoke was Zhang Caixin. She knew Feng Jun and the other went to the small grove because they were avoiding her, but she had no intention of intervening in whatever they might be doing.

However... Ultimately, she couldn’t suppress her curiosity. After hesitating for a moment, she quietly followed them anyway.

In truth, her movements were unlikely to escape Feng Jun’s notice. Still... what could he say? Xiao Caixin’s thirst for knowledge was so strong that he couldn’t just forcibly stop her—plus, he felt obligated to help her maintain her image in front of others.

"I didn’t invite you to follow," Feng Jun said somewhat irritably, pulling out his mobile phone and swiping at the screen. "You really are a little curiosity monster."

"You didn’t tell me not to follow either," Zhang Caixin retorted, clearly enjoying the friendly banter. "The sect rules of Luohua don’t have restrictions on this. Essentially, if there’s no prohibition, you’re permitted... I thought you were avoiding Mai Nation’s satellites."

Feng Jun continued swiping at his mobile without replying to her. Four or five seconds later, he murmured softly to himself, "Twenty-one percent?"

This time, he had deliberately absorbed a bit more energy points, and now it seemed the effect was evident—a two-percent reduction compared to the Array Master.

Then, he took out his Spirit Beast Bag, put away Master Yang, and also stowed away the Spirit Binding Array before turning to Zhang Caixin. "I didn’t want you to find out. Trust me, it’s for your own good. Do you know what cultivation level this is?"

"No idea." Zhang Caixin shook her head. With the person unconscious, how could she precisely judge?

Still, her perception ability was not ordinary. "But even while unconscious, this person still gives me a sense of danger. If I had to guess... the Transcendence Stage?"

"Correct." Feng Jun nodded, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. "Another Intermediate Level Transcendence cultivator."

As he spoke, he took out a Spirit Stone and held it in his left hand, controlling the Stone Ring to absorb energy points—he needed to replenish some.

"Another Intermediate Level Transcendence cultivator?" Predictably, Zhang Caixin raised her brow. "Where are all these Transcendence cultivators coming from?"

Her sharp eyes quickly showed her that this was not the same person as earlier—their body shape and attire were clearly different.

The next moment, her gaze shifted, and she asked excitedly, "Brother Jun, have you opened a pathway to another plane of existence?"

Good Feng Jing widened his eyes in shock at her words: Wow, how did you guess so accurately?

Even Feng Jun froze momentarily. However, he quickly understood: They were in the remote mountains of Chaoyang, sparsely populated. Bringing over one Intermediate Level Transcendence cultivator after another—it was easy to deduce with just a bit of reasoning. These couldn’t possibly be local.

So he chuckled lightly. "You’re free to assume whatever you like, but I won’t tell you if you’re correct. Some things lose their magic once revealed. But seeing how bored you are, I’m planning to pack up this Field Dwelling."

"Why?" Zhang Caixin pouted in dissatisfaction. "Besides having a Spirit Gathering Array by the water, isn’t it better to live in the Field Dwelling in the mountains, away from those pesky insects? Brother Jun, even your two elders liked it here."

She did have a point. Feng Wenhui and Zhang Junyi stayed overnight in this small yard and couldn’t stop praising it. The couple had particularly mosquito-attracting constitutions and were highly allergic to bites.

In fact, during midsummer in the mountain forest, besides mosquitoes, there were also snakes, centipedes, leeches, and similar creatures—rural living wasn’t merely poetry.

Feng Jun smiled faintly. "Didn’t you just remind me? I’m also worried about Mai Nation’s satellites discovering... suddenly there’s a small courtyard popping up here; what if it draws their attention?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and collected the small courtyard. However, the next moment, he pulled out an Array Plate and handed it to Zhang Caixin. "Defensive Formation—it can withstand Mid-stage Qi Refining attacks... hold onto it. It’s worth ten Spirit Stones."

Ten Spirit Stones wouldn’t be much in the mobile plane, but on the Earth Plane, perhaps only Feng Jun himself had that many Spirit Stones. Even Dong Zenghong, after losing the Destiny Plate, was only compensated with five Spirit Stones.

Zhang Caixin knew very well how rare Spirit Stones were. She immediately accepted the formation with a big smile. "I plan to activate the Defensive Formation near the Spirit Gathering Array. That way Uncle Feng and Aunt Feng can stay free of mosquito bites... These two formations won’t conflict with each other, right?"

"No conflict," Feng Jun replied casually. "Use them however you want. I was just using the Field Dwelling for some tests—it might only take half an hour... This Defensive Formation is now part of your gear, so take care of it."

Feng Jun had actually given Zhang Caixin plenty of gear already. Things like Defense Talismans—essential tools for combat protection—he wasn’t stingy about. However, a Defensive Formation, he had never given her before. After all, in a country safe enough to wander the streets late at night, what use was a Defensive Formation?

But Xiao Caixin’s earlier remark made him feel that giving her a Defensive Formation wasn’t a bad idea. When traveling or camping outdoors, having a Defensive Formation to ward off mosquitoes could be quite handy.

If cultivators from the mobile plane overheard him thinking of Defensive Formations this way, they would probably spit blood.

Such trivialities aside, the real thing Feng Jun was worried about was indeed what Xiao Caixin mentioned—Mai Nation’s satellites.

Modern Huaxia satellites could even detect poppies growing in flowerpots on home balconies. Mai Nation’s technological level and satellite numbers were definitely comparable to Huaxia’s.

Thus, operations involving the Field Dwelling indeed required caution. For instance, in today’s clear weather, it was better to pack it away. But during overcast or rainy days? Anything goes; use it however he pleased.

At this moment, Zhang Caixin’s phone rang. She said a few words after picking up the call, then hung up and turned to Feng Jun with an odd expression. "Ni Hong has expressed willingness to dramatically lower the price of lithium batteries—same specs, thirty percent lower than Kevin’s pricing."

Hearing this news, her mood couldn’t possibly remain calm. The lithium battery project had been under her operation, and dealing with Kevin Company had always been within her purview, with even Sister Hong only handling secondary tasks.

Feng Jun raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Even lower than Kevin’s prices?"

Ni Hong’s high product pricing was a recent trend. Initially, they had tried low-price strategies to enter markets. Otherwise, where would sayings like "If you’re driving a Ni Hong car, you’d be embarrassed to tell people it’s yours" come from?

However, nowadays, Ni Hong products rarely competed on price. First, their quality was reliable, and second, labor costs were so high that production costs couldn’t be reduced.

In simpler terms, Ni Hong had a tradition of using low prices to enter markets, but this was to secure market share. Their current production costs had long surpassed the stage of cost-cutting competitiveness.

Now Ni Hong wanted to compete with Huaxia in the lithium battery market by slashing prices.

The fact is, Ni Hong-manufactured lithium batteries had superior comprehensive energy efficiency compared to Huaxia’s. However, Huaxia enforced strict entry requirements, creating strong barriers—they were openly saying, "We might not be as good as you now, but let’s compare again in five years."

Ni Hong desperately wanted to enter Huaxia’s market but couldn’t get in. As for the five-year challenge... they felt unconfident.

Five years later, Huaxia might very well surpass them.

If Huaxia still couldn’t surpass them by then, well... they could just extend the challenge by another five years. Who could endure that?

As a result, Ni Hong was eager to sell lithium batteries in Huaxia—even at a loss—just to ensure Huaxia consumers recognized their better cost performance and bought their products. Losing money was a small price to pay.

In fact, they believed the bigger the losses, the better—ideally to the point where competition was unsustainable, forcing Huaxia to abandon their lithium battery industry. Then, following that, prices would inevitably soar.

Huaxia had previously suffered such losses too many times, but Ni Hong’s rigid thinking rarely came up with fresh strategies.

Nonetheless, this method was a transparent strategy—I offer better quality at cheaper prices; will you buy it or not?

Huaxia would restrict purchases, which solved the issue. But if companies broke through these restrictions to negotiate prices with Ni Hong, they would receive prices so low they’d be shocking. The decision then became whether to buy or not.

Zhang Caixin, who had been handling the matter, clearly understood the underlying scheme. She nodded. "Indeed, these are extremely low prices. Larger orders could secure even more discounts. And... they aren’t objecting to our reselling to third parties."

This kind of approach was crystal clear—it was outright cultivating middlemen!

An average individual, limited by their perspective or tempted by the immediate profits, might not think deeper about it. But Boss Feng, with his level of insight—and even potential to become the world’s richest man—clearly saw through it.

Even Zhang Caixin could deduce most of it, though she wasn’t in a position to make the final decision.

Feng Jun understood the situation well and gave Zhang Caixin a half-smile. "So, what would you suggest?"

Without hesitation, Zhang Caixin answered, "There’s no way I’d agree. Ni Hong’s lithium battery project is barely holding up; they’re banking on good news from the Huaxia market to sustain them. If they fail, we can take our time and play the game."

"Besides, I’m buddies with Kevin. The crayfish sold outside their factory? Absolutely divine!"

This random tangent earned her a resigned eye-roll from Feng Jun. "Just for the sake of those crayfish, I suppose I’ll have to side with Kevin."

Typical women’s conversations—Feng Jun couldn’t bother discussing further. He handed the Spirit Beast Bag to Good Feng Jing, pulled out his mobile, and started swiping away.

Zhang Caixin raised her eyebrow, just about to say something, when Good Feng Jing noticed Feng Jun’s intention to occupy himself elsewhere and waved her off. "Let’s chat later..."

Feng Jun once again entered the mobile plane. After surveying his surroundings briefly, he released the Flash Star Boat, which shot away like a streak of wind.

Upon arriving at the Fang Market, he headed directly to the management office.

The office was much livelier compared to his previous visit, full of noise and commotion. Feng Jun thought there must be an urgent task happening, so he stepped forward to inquire.

Being an unfamiliar face, the person he asked furrowed his brows and was on the verge of an annoyed response. Suddenly recognizing him as a Transcendence Master, the individual immediately displayed an ingratiating smile. "Master, the most popular task right now is hunting wild beasts in the Endless Sea."

After pausing briefly, he added an explanation. "The crowd here, though, is mainly waiting to get their phones installed."

"Installing phones?" Feng Jun nodded thoughtfully, thinking how he’d finally witnessed people lining up to install mobile phones.