Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1218 Seeking Benevolence and Attaining It

The last time he brought Master Yang back, his vitality was at 19%. After returning, Master Yang couldn’t even wake up on his own—it was only thanks to Kong Ziyi’s Leisure Soul-Replenishing Pill that he was saved, but even so, it took him a long time to recover.

Later, when he brought Dong Liuye over, her vitality dropped directly to 15%. And now, Dong Liuye still shows no signs of waking up.

So this time, Feng Jun stabilized Master Yang’s vitality at 17% before proceeding.

With this data and related observations, the series of tests has essentially concluded.

Not only did Master Yang’s vitality drop to 17%, but there was the added note: "Soul slightly damaged."

Feng Jun couldn’t help but take an interest in pondering whether such minor soul damage could be repaired.

Afterward, he went to find Good Scenery, hoping she could help transport people back there, only to discover that the male Haozhou-accented teacher was reading aloud from the Tao Te Ching in a dialectal tone.

Feng Jun could only shake his head with a wry smile—how creative of you all.

After listening to the recital finish, it was already lunchtime. Feng Jun left with Good Scenery briefly before quickly returning once more.

Sister Hong glanced twice at his hairstyle, finally nodding in satisfaction—well, you’ve been honest this time, no favoritism.

She had come up with this new judging method: if Feng Jun stayed too long over there, his hair would show changes.

Feeling helpless, Feng Jun rolled his eyes. Oh well, since there’s nothing urgent over there right now, I’ll just kill time here for a bit longer.

Over here, almost nothing significant was happening. However, the recent spate of people disappearing was finally causing waves. Fortunately, the Yu Family’s protection of him was thorough enough that no one could harass him directly, although occasional forum posts randomly popped up, making it hard to guard against everything.

In September, the main structures of the first batch of buildings for Ren Zhiyuan’s rehabilitation center were completed. By late September, Elder Yu’s promised wheat had also started to be delivered to the manor.

Feng Jun halted the wheat deliveries, saying he couldn’t store it and would only need them when required. On their end, however, they helplessly responded, "If we don’t clear out the old wheat, we won’t have room for the new grain."

The complaint was handed over to the Yu Family to deal with. On their part, the Yu Family took the opportunity to express: "See? Sometimes you’re in a tight spot too. So, when we’re inconvenienced, please show us some leniency."

About two days later, Yu Zhiyuan contacted Feng Jun: "The oil tanker is ready. Two days later, East Sea."

At last, Feng Jun could return to his mobile world.

Although he had stayed in the Earth Realm for nearly a month, when he returned to the forested area of White Pebble Beach, the Spirit Beast Bag containing Master Yang was still trembling slightly on the ground.

With a flick of his wrist, Feng Jun released Master Yang and then took out a Defense Array Disk. After activating it, he strapped on the Mirage King Bracer and began searching for minerals across White Pebble Beach.

Admittedly, aside from oil, White Pebble Beach didn’t produce much of anything else, but he was just idling. If he found something, it’d be a pleasant surprise; if not, it didn’t matter.

He roamed around aimlessly for a day and a night before returning to the woods the following day, still carrying the comatose Master Yang.

Upon seeing him and the unconscious Master Yang he carried, Kong Ziyi and Huang Fu Wuxia showed no reaction. It was only Du Wentian, who returned that evening, who was startled. "What happened to Master Yang?"

"Some unexpected changes—it’s Master Yang’s own matter," Feng Jun replied casually. "It has nothing to do with us. Daoist Friend Ziyi is diagnosing him right now."

At that moment, Kong Ziyi had completed her diagnosis. She stood up, shaking her head. "It’s difficult, but there’s still a sliver of hope. Relying only on Leisure Soul-Replenishing Pills won’t be sufficient."

Feng Jun nodded. He had simulated the treatment process for Master Yang before. Just the Leisure Soul-Replenishing Pills alone would require around twenty, in addition to other soul-nourishing treasures.

Kong Ziyi tilted her head to glance at him. "I recall you have Soul Condensing Liquid that you got from the Lu Family’s warehouse."

"I’ve already allocated that," Feng Jun responded with an apologetic smile. "Daoist Friend Ziyi, we can’t help him forever."

The Soul Condensing Liquid was an excellent resource for cultivating the soul, and even he needed it. Not only was it expensive, but it was also difficult to find on the market.

Moreover, even if he didn’t need it, he’d prefer to save it for his women, disciples, and descendants. Feng Jun had started cultivating empty-handed, but now that he was building a faction, he had to think about accumulating a foundation.

He genuinely admired Master Yang, but since the latter was so insistent on seeking death, why should he squander his precious resources?

Hearing his response, Kong Ziyi fell silent. After all, even filial piety withers in the face of prolonged illness, so how much kindness could one expect from strangers?

She gave Feng Jun a look and then turned to leave. When he followed her out, she whispered, "How have your treatment simulations been calculated?"

After some hesitation, Feng Jun replied, "About twenty-five Leisure Soul-Replenishing Pills, and the key is having soul-repairing treasures."

"That’s roughly what I estimated too, although I couldn’t gauge how many pills it’d take," Kong Ziyi responded casually. After a moment of contemplation, she sighed again. "If you add your Soul Condensing Liquid, can his soul be completely restored?"

"I can’t say for sure," Feng Jun shook his head. "Even if it could be completely restored, it’d still take seven or eight years to recover."

His "at least seven or eight years" was actually the most optimistic prediction he had made: roughly twenty-three to twenty-four Leisure Soul-Replenishing Pills, plus a bottle of Soul Condensing Liquid, and Master Yang would still need seven or eight years to heal—even assuming no complications.

For this reason, Feng Jun didn’t plan to use this as a favor to someone. Seven or eight years later, he might already be in the Golden Core stage. Why would he need to concern himself with a mere Out-of-Body expert then?

"But I want to achieve that level of recovery," Kong Ziyi pressed, having long observed the degree of effort Feng Jun put into things. She understood him well. "Dong Liuye’s case was too severe, and Master Yang’s last round was too mild... This time feels just right."

Feng Jun instinctively replied, "It’s not too ideal this time either; I could make it slightly lighter. By the way... can you procure any soul-repairing medicines?"

Kong Ziyi gave him a skeptical glance. "If I put in enough effort, I probably can... but they’d be far more expensive than Soul Condensing Liquid."

"No need to actually give it to him," Feng Jun chuckled. "Just bring it over so I can simulate its usage."

Her delicate hand slapped her forehead lightly. "I almost forgot we could approach it that way. Alright, I’ll reach out now."

In the meantime, Feng Jun went to the oil storage warehouse, while Kong Ziyi began contacting sources to acquire soul-repairing treasures.

As for Master Yang? Kong Ziyi wasn’t keen on seeing his half-dead, lifeless state either. She promptly stored him in a Spirit Beast Bag, promising to deal with him later—when she had time, of course.

Thanks to the laborers’ tireless efforts day and night, the second underground warehouse was now built, nearly full of crude oil, while construction on the third had just begun.

"Let me load some to clear out inventory," Feng Jun remarked. Using his Storage Bag, he directly retrieved 360,000 cubic meters of crude oil.

After storing the oil, he wasn’t hurried to return to Earth—after all, he couldn’t keep using the same Storage Bag consecutively for transporting items.

So he packed up at his small courtyard, intending to take Jing Qingyang and Chen Junwei to Mingsha Fang Market.

As soon as he made his move, Huang Fu Wuxia and Kong Ziyi also followed. The two of them had remained in such a barren place purely for Feng Jun. If he were to leave, why would they stick around?

"I’m just heading to the Fang Market for a stroll," Feng Jun explained with a smile, "to see if there’s any Natural Treasure worth purchasing."

Huang Fu Wuxia’s eyes lit up at these words. "Then let’s go treasure-hunting."

Kong Ziyi’s eyes sparkled with joy. "I’ve heard Wuxia talk about this before. Let’s go treasure-hunting together... Oh, by the way, An Yuhong said she’d come over in a couple of days. Will we come back?"

Feng Jun nodded with a smile. "Of course we’ll come back. Actually, I’m going to the Fang Market partly because my sect’s perfumes are about to arrive. Make sure not to follow me during that segment—getting misunderstood would be troublesome..."

"Pfft," Huang Fu Wuxia and Kong Ziyi gave matching eye-rolls. "We’re more worried about being misunderstood!"

That said, treasure-hunting required fulfilling a prerequisite. "You both know Qi Concealment Technique, right?"

"That’s easy," Huang Fu Wuxia said confidently. Trembling slightly, she reduced her cultivation from Out-of-Body Level One all the way to Qi Refining Fifth Layer in just a dozen breaths.

Then she took out a wooden mask and placed it on her face. The mask wriggled slightly, and within moments, her bright, beautiful face transformed into that of a plain, middle-aged woman.

"I can do that too," Kong Ziyi said, covering her face with both hands. When she revealed her face again, it had morphed into an unfamiliar yet unassuming appearance, carrying a faint resemblance to a girl named Lang Damei.

Damei actually wasn’t bad-looking—if not for her thick legs, arms, and waist, she could be considered attractive.

"Huh?" Feng Jun raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Is this the Thousand Faces Technique for mimicking others?"

"Just the Thousand Faces Technique," Kong Ziyi replied nonchalantly. "It’s untraceable by anyone below the Out-of-Body stage."

The corners of Feng Jun’s lips twitched. His Thousand Faces Technique could only fool those in the Qi Refining Realm.

"Your aura," Huang Fu Wuxia quickly reminded her. "You need to suppress it, down to the Qi Refining level."

Kong Ziyi hesitated briefly before shaking her head with a wry smile. "I actually can’t do that... but I can blur my aura somewhat."

When her aura became indistinct, even Feng Jun could barely discern it clearly. But suppressing her cultivation level was never something she had bothered to learn—as a disciple of one of the Four Great Sects with a real immortal backing her, she had never needed to.

After pondering for a moment, she cautiously asked, "Can’t ambiguous auras work too? Being indistinct doesn’t necessarily indicate high cultivation."

Huang Fu Wuxia rolled her eyes helplessly. "Come on, we’re going treasure-hunting. Even expressions that seem wrong might cause suspicion, leading to higher purchase costs. An obscure aura is even more problematic."

"Hah," Kong Ziyi sighed in exasperation before speaking up after a pause. "How about this, Wuxia: let’s head to your Tiantong first so I can buy a Qi Concealment Technique manual and learn it?"

The corners of Feng Jun’s mouth twitched. Spending money just to buy a new technique for a casual round of treasure-hunting? The world of the wealthy is truly beyond my understanding...