Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1174: Heavy Damage

Chapter 1174: Chapter 1174: Heavy Damage

Early the next morning, Kong Ziyi woke up, and after washing up, she waited for someone to call her to set off.

But by nearly noon, no one had come to inform her. Not being the type to put on airs, she went to Feng Jun’s small courtyard to inquire.

However, the Qi Refining First Layer cultivator who pursued Martial Enlightenment blocked her, "Madam, I’m very sorry. The Mountain Master is conducting an important experiment and does not wish to be disturbed. Please understand."

"An experiment?" Kong Ziyi blinked her eyes, a flicker of realization passing through her mind... it seemed Yang Shangren had already mostly recovered.

Still, there were things she wasn’t going to discuss with these minor cultivators, so she casually asked, "Seen Yang Shangren come out?"

Jing Qingyang shook his head and replied honestly, "Haven’t seen him."

Kong Ziyi nodded and went back to her quarters without saying another word.

By evening, Feng Jun opened the courtyard door and walked out, looking utterly exhausted.

As soon as he stepped out, Kong Ziyi also exited her quarters and nodded in his direction. "Today... we’re not going anywhere, right?"

"Mm," Feng Jun responded absentmindedly, then let out a heavy sigh. "A bit tricky."

At this moment, Huang Fu Wuxia also emerged from her quarters, and upon hearing his remark, she couldn’t help but ask, "What’s tricky? Need help?"

Feng Jun coughed lightly, "Damage to the soul. I’m considering... which pill might be most appropriate."

Kong Ziyi’s eyes shifted subtly, her tone unaffected, "Soul damage comes in many forms. Is it caused by brain trauma, or an intentional eradication of the soul...? Incidentally, I can contribute a little when it comes to soul repair."

She wasn’t boasting. While Taiqing wasn’t known for its expertise in soul cultivation, Tianxin Platform was.

My heart is the Heavenly Heart—such bold claims certainly came from someone with extraordinary resolve.

Because of Ji Buseng’s quiet guidance, both Master Sumiao and Kong Ziyi had an understanding of soul cultivation far beyond most Taiqing disciples—Emergence Stage cultivators could borrow the pressure and Divine Sense of Golden Core cultivators. This wasn’t merely because of bloodline connections or the causal ties of the Yin Yang Curse.

Feng Jun paused and then glanced at her, nodding slightly, "Alright, but let’s eat first. He’s not dying."

Kong Ziyi had concerns on her mind and wasn’t in the mood for food. Emergence Stage cultivators could fast for short periods, so she simply returned to her quarters, sat down, and calmed her thoughts to wait for Feng Jun.

Half an hour later, she entered the small courtyard with Feng Jun, accompanied by Huang Fu Wuxia—who now showed little restraint when around Feng Jun. The reason was simple: they shared a secret about an Emergence Stage cultivator.

Such a secret, it seemed, neither Huang Fu Wuxia nor Kong Ziyi were eager to involve themselves with. Still, they had their respective considerations. Letting other cultivators know, however, would almost certainly provoke immense conflict.

Upon entering the courtyard, the first thing the two women saw was Yang Shangren lying within the Spirit Gathering Array.

His eyes were tightly closed, his face pale, his breathing weak—a scene that suggested he was near death.

Feng Jun furrowed his brow; he hadn’t expected that this attempt to transfer energy points had left Yang Shangren in such a dire state.

After bringing him to the Earth Realm, Yang Shangren’s life value had dropped to just 19%. The worst part was a note on his mobile phone—"Severe damage to Divine Sense, difficult to recover naturally."

Early in the morning, Feng Jun had released Yang Shangren from the Spirit Beast Bag. Over the course of nearly an entire day, Yang Shangren had exhibited no reaction. Though his physical condition seemed to have slightly improved, his life value stubbornly remained at 19%.

Feng Jun wasn’t overly worried about whether Yang Shangren could be healed, but if the treatment required excessive resources, it wouldn’t be worth the trouble.

At this moment, Kong Ziyi released her Divine Sense, which swept unabashedly over Yang Shangren, and then flicked her wrist, producing three silver threads. One end of the silver threads directly adhered to Yang Shangren’s Baihui and Taiyang acupuncture points.

Manipulating the silver threads with her fingers, Kong Ziyi closed her eyes and felt for about five minutes. Then, with another flick of her wrist, the silver threads turned to ash and quietly scattered onto the ground.

Huang Fu Wuxia finally exhaled and commented with admiration, "Threading the waves to interrogate the sea—Sister Ziyi is indeed... skilled in the Art of Soul Mastery."

In the Earth Realm, diagnosis via threading was child’s play; even some in the Mortal Realm could achieve this. But sensing the state of the sea of consciousness through threads—something even in the Cultivation World—was extraordinarily rare.

Kong Ziyi opened her eyes and slowly nodded, "It counts as external, harmless damage—did not harm the brain. It’s fine; he can be treated."

This damage wasn’t harmless in the true sense; what she meant was that the damage wasn’t maliciously inflicted, not the result of deliberate soul refinement, soul theft, or attacks on the sea of consciousness.

Feng Jun relaxed a bit upon hearing this, though he already had a good grasp of Kong Ziyi’s personality. He asked, "Would the treatment cost much? If so, I can consider other methods."

"Not too costly," Kong Ziyi answered casually. "I have my master’s secret formula Leisure Soul-Replenishing Pills, which are very effective for treatments."

Huang Fu Wuxia couldn’t help but interject, "Sister Ziyi, are you treating Master-crafted elixirs... like something trivial?"

If that doesn’t count as high-cost, then what does?

At first, Kong Ziyi was momentarily taken aback, but then she laughed, "Wuxia, you’re overthinking it. Alright, I wasn’t entirely clear. Strictly speaking, this formula was provided by my master, who had it refined by the sect’s Pill Masters... in all of Taiqing, I’m the only one with this pill."

As she spoke, she retrieved a medicine bottle. It was about the size of a 500-milliliter beer bottle. "There are a hundred pills in this bottle; I have three bottles. Tell me, would you say this cost is high?"

"Oh, so the pills weren’t refined by your master himself," Huang Fu Wuxia nodded, finally understanding her mistake. Still, she was curious, "Then why hasn’t this formula been passed down? Or is it that Pill Masters can’t replicate it?"

"Pill Masters can’t replicate it," Kong Ziyi replied confidently. "Some of the ingredients are powders mixed together—extremely fine powders. My master said that perhaps one day the formula will be handed over to the sect, but for now, there’s no need."

As the two chatted, Feng Jun discreetly pulled out his phone to check the ingredients of the Leisure Soul-Replenishing Pills.

Having confirmed that the ingredients were indeed inexpensive, he cleared his throat lightly, "Friend Ziyi, aren’t you going to test it?"

"About to test," Kong Ziyi opened the medicine bottle, poured out one pill—about the size of a peanut—and tossed it to Feng Jun. "Feed him one pill first. If he doesn’t wake up within half a day, feed him two more."

By the end, she casually threw the entire bottle to Feng Jun as well. "Just handle it however you think is best. Since you’re a Divine Doctor, you should know how to use it."

If it were any other doctor, most would’ve likely been at a loss. Wasn’t this irresponsibly cavalier?

But Feng Jun actually understood this quite well. With a smile, he accepted the bottle and raised a hand. "Qingyang, come over."

Jing Qingyang wasn’t directly Feng Jun’s subordinate; he was just a hired worker under Chen Junsheng and counted as part of the task group. However, anyone underestimating him was bound to face trouble—even at Qi Refining First Layer, his Martial Enlightenment path allowed him to fly!

Thus, in Feng Jun’s eyes, he was the most suitable person to administer the pill.

With exceptional control over Spiritual Energy, Jing Qingyang maneuvered the pill directly into Yang Shangren’s stomach.

Feng Jun observed with intense focus. However, with the two women present, it wasn’t appropriate for him to keep glancing at his phone.

While he watched, Huang Fu Wuxia brought Kong Ziyi aside and softly asked about the details of the Leisure Soul-Replenishing Pills, expressing interest in acquiring high-priced distribution rights.

The pills proved remarkably effective: within five minutes of ingestion, Yang Shangren’s breathing became rapid, his Divine Sense in the brain showed signs of activity, and even his hands and feet occasionally twitched slightly.

By about thirty minutes later, his brain activity was so intense it seemed he might wake up at any moment.

Huang Fu Wuxia absorbed all of this keenly. Though her Divine Sense wasn’t as sharp as Feng Jun’s, the powerful movements of Yang Shangren’s soul were palpable. Moreover, she had her Treasure-Appraising Eye to aid her.

"In another ten minutes or so, he should wake up," she murmured, her eyes flashing with intrigue. "Sister Ziyi, I won’t mention the cost of this pill anymore. Just tell me—what’s your psychological price range for it?"

"Well... this isn’t easy to answer," Kong Ziyi hesitated, clearly out of her depth regarding such business matters. "Even if these pills were sold, Taiqing disciples would be the first priority."

"You can still supply Taiqing; there’s no problem with that," Huang Fu Wuxia reassured her confidently.

She had thoroughly thought through the business angle. "But for now, you haven’t registered the pills with Taiqing, meaning the pills aren’t exclusively Taiqing’s property. All I need is a verbal agreement with you—down the line, Taiqing can sell them, and I can sell them too."

The tactic was obviously exploiting the rules—a loophole that came across as unethical yet was entirely legitimate within the law. Crucially, Huang Fu Wuxia wasn’t pushing for the formula, only sales rights—a far less objectionable move.

Moreover, she confidently declared, "I guarantee my price will be higher than Taiqing’s, and your revenue through profit-sharing will definitely far exceed whatever Taiqing offers. Sister Ziyi, I’m not criticizing, but shouldn’t you start thinking about building a career of your own?"

Kong Ziyi clearly struggled to process such manipulation. Hesitating, she responded, "This... I’ll need to discuss with my master. By the way, Mountain Master Feng, what do you think about this pill?"

Feng Jun hadn’t intended to insert himself into their conversation, but since asked directly, he responded plainly, "This pill—I don’t think the cost is very high, and the effect is excellent. However... it may be difficult to promote. The formula likely doesn’t originate from Taiqing, does it?"

Kong Ziyi was startled by his remark, and after some consideration, hesitated to reply, "This formula... Mountain Master Feng has seen it before?"

"I haven’t seen this formula before," Feng Jun shook his head slowly. There were things he didn’t want to say outright, but since the question was posed, he could only hint, "I merely believe this formula doesn’t seem to align with Taiqing’s approach."

Huang Fu Wuxia interjected, unable to hold back, "Mountain Master Feng—does the approach matter that much? As long as it doesn’t overlap with other sects, it’s fine."

Feng Jun was now about 80% certain that this pill’s methodology stemmed from Tianxin Platform.

However, he couldn’t voice such thoughts outright and could only glower at her sharply, "Do you even realize? This is a hallucinogenic pill!"