Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1186 Crude Oil Sample

Chapter 1186: Chapter 1186 Crude Oil Sample

Feng Jun looked at Yang Shangren helplessly, truly unsure of what to say.

However, this was ultimately Yang Shangren’s decision, so he simply responded, "The consequences of a third experiment will only be more severe."

"Haha, it doesn’t matter," Yang Shangren laughed upon hearing this, and it didn’t seem like forced laughter. "To have gained something before the experiment, I really have to thank Feng Daoist Friend and Kong Daoist Friend for their assistance."

He truly gained quite a lot yesterday. Feng Jun alone gave him ten thousand Spirit Stones, and he also claimed the Storage Bags of the people he killed—six in total. Such spoils of war were impossible for others to take from him.

Quite a few Qi-Cultivating Disciples from the Wu Family were terrified by his bloodlust, their nerves rattled. They didn’t understand that Yang Shangren was counting down the days; they just felt chills: a Shangren robbing us of the chance to kill Qi Refinement realm disciples—how twisted!

Additionally, he received quite a few Pills and Talismans from the Pan Family Secret Vault. Overall, after the battle yesterday, the resources he gained amounted to nearly twenty thousand Spirit Stones. Naturally, he needed to express his gratitude.

Such an easy and profitable battle was something Yang Shangren hadn’t encountered many times in his life. Moreover, he was very clear that while he had efficiently handled killing and treasure-seizing, the crucial factor was having Feng Jun, Kong Ziyi, and Huang Fu Flawless backing him up.

Without them, casually annihilating a Shangren-level clan wouldn’t have been easy—if the Wu Family hadn’t been scared out of their wits and turned against themselves, fighting two Shangren alone might not have been so effortless.

Beyond that, wiping out a clan involves many lingering problems to handle. But with tall figures shielding him, he didn’t have to bother with any of it.

So while he exerted effort, he indeed had to thank those who didn’t lift a finger.

Feng Jun chuckled. He liked dealing with people who understood such matters. "Well, you did the work yourself. And... the aura of a Shangren at the Intermediate Level does surpass mine, being at the Beginner Level. It’s what you deserve."

Yang Shangren’s lips twitched a couple of times before he finally sighed. "Honestly, I have a feeling that if we were to fight, there’s a seventy percent chance I’d lose to you... maybe even eighty percent."

This was his heartfelt opinion, even though he hadn’t seen Feng Mountain Master in action firsthand. Just from Feng Mountain Master’s ability to instantly incapacitate him, he felt he wouldn’t stand a chance—this was Feng Jun holding back, too.

Judging by the gradually intensifying experiment method, it was highly likely that Feng Jun possessed the power to kill him instantly.

He indeed had given up resisting, but similarly, when Shangren-level cultivator Fu Shangren participated in the first experiment, he actually suffered an attack!

Feng Jun merely smiled. "We won’t be fighting. Stop overthinking and focus on recovering your health—that’s what truly matters."

That day, the group settled down at White Pebble Beach. Feng Jun arranged the courtyard and feasted with his companions, indicating that they would start collecting crude oil samples the next day. They might remain here for some time.

Later that night, Feng Jun discreetly exited to the Earth Realm.

Since the transition was instantaneous, Zhang Caixin didn’t sense much change. However, she couldn’t help but ask, "Why do you keep moving that person back and forth? What are you doing?"

"Earning Spirit Stones," Feng Jun answered with a smile. "The Spirit Stones and other resources you’re all currently using for cultivation were painstakingly earned by me, bit by bit. These are things neither the Ten Great Cave Heavens nor Kunlun can acquire. It’s not as if treasures randomly fall from the sky... right on top of me, yeah?"

Though Zhang Caixin was a bit headstrong, hearing him say this made her sigh. "You’re working so hard to earn all these resources on your own. I really wish I could help you, somehow."

Feng Jun glanced around to ensure Feng Jing wasn’t nearby, then wrapped an arm around Zhang Caixin’s slender waist and gently kissed her cheek. His voice softened as he said, "Strive to advance to the Shangren level soon. By then, I’ll let you face some risks."

Zhang Caixin nodded slightly, though moments later, she couldn’t help but sulk. "But Teacher Mei... she hasn’t reached the Shangren level. So how is she able to experience those dangers with you?"

Feng Jun cleared his throat and replied seriously, "She has certain extraordinary abilities that none of you have possessed. Don’t be upset; your cultivation aptitude is the best, but you must also allow others to have their unique advantages."

"I understand," Zhang Caixin nodded. "She can carry living beings into some sort of passage... is that it?"

She wasn’t foolish. After observing Feng Jun’s experiments three times, she thought about it and deduced most of the truth.

Since she’d guessed it, Feng Jun didn’t deny it. Xiao Caixin would have to confront the mobile phone dimension sooner or later, so he responded with a smile, "Yes, that’s accurate. This kind of ability isn’t something I have. If you wish to share some of the burden in the future, you’ll have to rely on her."

Zhang Caixin pursed her lips, finally letting go of her envy toward Feng Jing. However, she posed another question, "So do others also have their strengths? I’m curious—what are Director Yang’s strengths?"

She originally wanted to ask, "What about my older sister?" but decided not to undermine her relatives and instead aimed her question toward the older woman.

"You don’t know Yang Yuxin’s strengths yet?" Feng Jun thought her jealousy was a bit unwarranted this time, but she was still a child. Smiling, he picked up his mobile phone. "Alright, I need to make a call to the Old Master... Director Yang and he are alike—they both reduce a lot of trouble for us."

The call connected immediately, as if the number had been marked as high priority. Elder Yu himself answered the phone. "Master, what a rare guest! You actually remember to call me."

"Here’s the thing," Feng Jun cleared his throat. "You wanted crude oil samples, right? I’ve arranged some. Is the receiving location sorted?"

"Hmm?" Elder Yu let out a soft hum. "Didn’t you say it’d take some more time?"

Take more time? Feng Jun’s mouth twitched slightly. This time, he’d spent nearly three months in the mobile phone dimension, advancing cultivation while traveling. It was already mid-autumn there, while it was still summer here.

So, he straightforwardly replied, "If you want to wait, I don’t mind, but I can’t guarantee when I’ll have time again."

"No, no," Elder Yu grew anxious upon hearing this. "I’ll ask immediately. Keep your phone ready, Xiao Wang, go figure it out quickly..."

Soon enough, Elder Yu confirmed the arrangement, saying they would first test the samples, and he offered a highly constructive suggestion regarding delivery. "Since you can deliver wherever, I’ll arrange two tanker trucks to meet at the entrance of the Luohua Sect."

After thinking it over, Feng Jun rejected the proposal—not because it was inconvenient, but because he didn’t want Luohua Sect to draw too much attention. If every major transaction revolved around Luohua, how would others perceive it?

Instead, he suggested delivery near the vicinity of Magic City—the technological expertise there should surpass that of Zhengyang significantly.

The Old Master readily agreed to this request without hesitation.

Half an hour later, he gave Feng Jun an address located between Magic City and Suzhou.

Feng Jun promptly returned to the mobile phone dimension. After enduring the night, the next day, he shifted the stone aside, poured five Storage Talismans’ worth of crude oil, and replaced the stone. He felt as though he were using a thermos bottle.

As for why he didn’t use the Storage Bag gifted by Kong Ziyi, Feng Jun considered that once the bag was used to store crude oil, it probably couldn’t hold anything else—crude oil’s pungent smell was overwhelming.

A complete cleaning for a Storage Bag that could hold at least thirty thousand cubic meters? How much detergent would that take?

Though he’d likely dedicate the bag to oil transportation in the future, he hadn’t finalized negotiations, so Feng Jun didn’t want to use it yet—what if he ended up transporting wheat a couple more times?

Five Storage Talismans’ worth of crude oil was substantial enough. Feng Jun flew the Flash Star Boat effortlessly to the designated spot.

His ability to scout various surveillance measures was impeccable. Upon careful inspection, he confirmed there were no people around the two tankers and found no nearby cameras either—even infrared detection yielded nothing.

As far as Feng Jun could tell, there were no monitoring signs. Elder Yu had done a good job this time.

What Feng Jun didn’t know was that a satellite overhead was watching him. Despite the poor night imaging quality, the satellite was operational.

His detection radius extended six kilometers at best, inadequate for pinpointing a "satellite nearby"—not even an aircraft could be fully checked.

But Feng Jun had his own tricks. Activating the Mirage King Bracer, he set up an Illusion Array that instantly produced thick fog.

He swiftly transferred five Storage Talismans’ worth of crude oil into the two tankers before disappearing.

Instead of returning to Zhengyang, he flew back to Chaoyang. Spending so much time in the mobile phone dimension had been excessive, so he stayed longer on Earth Realm.

His extended stay turned out to be rather dull. Feng Jun’s return home had become known, and countless followers of power came to visit—and they were truly fawning individuals, including distant relatives he barely knew.

Among those he had genuine bonds with, like Dou Jiahui, few visited him at the site. According to Dou Jiahui, "My business keeps me busy. While the scale isn’t as big as yours, it’s my livelihood... and besides, my wife is pregnant."

Interestingly, it was people like him whom Feng Jun made special efforts to visit. He stopped by Dou Jiahui’s shop, checked on him, and gifted a 99-gram golden longevity lock. "Whether you have a boy or a girl, a longevity lock is always appropriate."

Feng Jun wasn’t giving Gold because he had surplus; rather... he couldn’t exactly send Spirit Stones or Pills now, could he?

The cost wasn’t significant—just over twenty thousand. His friendship with Dou Jiahui didn’t hinge on money.

Dou Jiahui was so busy that his feet barely touched the ground, but since Feng Jun visited, he made time to catch up. "I can’t get away at noon, don’t leave. Tonight, I’ll give you a proper welcome... the full routine. If you think Yuyuan is boring, we can go to Jiangxia."

"Let’s just eat outside your shop," Feng Jun replied with a smile. "I’ll wait for you—whether you come or not doesn’t matter."

Brotherhood meant not being formal with each other. Feng Jun always felt it was a pity Dou Jiahui hadn’t followed him into cultivation. His bond with Dou Jiahui was actually stronger than with Gazi.

However, this was Dou Jiahui’s choice.