Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 1261 Big Boss

Chapter 1261: Chapter 1261 Big Boss

"Different from what Tiantong sells?" Guo Xiaosong was taken aback upon hearing this, then sighed, "It’s always this troublesome."

Being a loose cultivator is not easy; it’s not just idle talk, but genuinely difficult.

Without any cultivation technique legacy, one can only purchase from others, which seriously tests one’s character. If you end up buying a fake, the loss isn’t just about Spirit Stones.

The cultivation world once saw a rampant spread of fake cultivation techniques, leading to several enforcement actions. Cultivators, when desperate, might cause great upheavals, and some even resorted to Soul Searching to find the problems hidden in fake techniques, prompting necessary crackdowns.

Nowadays, technique stores pay more attention to authenticity. However, for peace of mind, you should still seek out those big or established shops.

Feng Jun asked for ten thousand Spirit Stones when selling Broken Qingluo because Old Man Su confirmed he had the real deal in his hands, selling it at a high price to boost buyer confidence.

Imagine someone paying ten thousand Spirit Stones for a fake technique; would Old Su’s grandson from a major sect withstand the fury of revenge?

Of course, anyone who owns a shop in the core area of the Fang Market wouldn’t typically engage in such shortsighted behavior.

Regardless, counterfeit and substandard techniques aren’t completely eradicated; they’re just less widespread now.

After reflecting, Guo Xiaosong suddenly felt something was off, "Xiao Si, isn’t your family quite wealthy? How did you end up buying a fake technique?"

The Qi Refining Seventh Layer Xiao Si sighed, "Well, I said it already, I was rebelling against my family. They wouldn’t let me learn the Thunder Technique, so I ran away. How could I have so many Spirit Stones?"

"If you didn’t have Spirit Stones, you could have bought a cheaper Thunder Cultivation Technique," someone beside him muttered, "The Yang Thunder Scripture needs at least twenty thousand Spirit Stones, thinking you could get it for ten thousand was foolish."

Xiao Si smiled bitterly, "Even if I’m foolish, I’m not that foolish. My mom actually killed some bandits and got the technique from their Storage Bags. How could I not trust her?"

The crowd was utterly speechless; this was indeed a confusing mess.

However, Xiao Si held onto a glimmer of hope, "There should be quite a few people practicing Yang Thunder Scripture at Thunder Plains, right? Can anyone help verify it?"

"No need to find anyone else," Guo Xiaosong shook his head, "Mountain Master Feng said it, so your technique definitely has issues."

Xiao Si looked towards Feng Jun, raising his hand respectfully, "Mountain Master Feng, sorry for being rude earlier. I’ve decided to gather two thousand Spirit Stones at home to pay you. Could you tell me what’s fake?"

Feng Jun had encountered the Yang Thunder Scripture before, but it was a product from Tiantong, sealed exceptionally well. He could replicate the entire technique but could only use it for matching, unable to see detailed content.

So he thought for a moment before replying seriously, "You might need to ask Cultivator Guo. His friend probably holds an authentic copy of Yang Thunder Scripture."

He referred to Tang Shixun from Taiqing, but the matter involved others’ privacy, so he couldn’t speak openly.

Guo Xiaosong naturally understood his implication and sighed once more, "Ai, always cleaning up your messes."

Nonetheless, out of the twenty people today, aside from Xiao Si, the others didn’t have major issues.

After witnessing Xiao Si’s result firsthand, everyone else was no longer indifferent as they initially were. In gratitude, they expressed their insistence on following Feng’s suggestions.

The authenticity of the Yang Thunder Scripture was hard to determine, but Fire Poison was truly easy to judge.

Thunder Plains was initially a subsidiary of Crimson Pheonix Sect, not to mention now there are quite a few Crimson Pheonix disciples practicing there—fire and thunder can coexist, but crucially, one should know the conditions inside their own body.

A few Thunder Cultivators surrounded Xiao Si, finding a somewhat familiar Crimson Pheonix disciple. The Crimson Pheonix disciple casually tested and concluded, "There’s no Fire Poison... Oops, something’s wrong. Wait a moment, I need to get a higher-level Talisman."

Upon using another Talisman, he detected the Fire Poison but stated, "This Talisman sells for five Spirit Stones within the sect... I won’t take your Spirit Stones. Just tell me where this hidden Fire Poison came from and who identified it. I want to earn sect contributions."

The cultivation world teems with secret tales, techniques, and methods, but there are even more cultivators. Encountering rare occurrences, aiming for sect contributions is instinctual for major sect disciples.

Anyway, the performance of the Crimson Pheonix disciple thoroughly convinced the group of Thunder Cultivators.

So by the next day, Guo Xiaosong had gathered fifty individuals, including Qi-Refining Cultivators and a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The Nascent Soul cultivator’s foundation was also severely damaged, Feng Jun diagnosed the cause but had no better suggestions—there simply aren’t enough Natural Treasures around for thorough testing.

At this juncture, the Yin Spirit chimed in, "This is easy—use Three Bells Soil... Oh no, this realm doesn’t have Three Bells Soil. Boil Medicago Solvent Water with Thunder Fire, soak it for seven months, consume Golden Gardenia Fruit, and after seven months, hammer the meridians with Ink Gold for three months, then empty the sea of consciousness for half a year; that will surely heal him."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun chuckled, "Senior, you call this easy?"

"Is this difficult?" The Yin Spirit’s voice sounded a bit confused. "He’s had this old malady for sixty or seventy years, but it’s been cured in less than two years...he should secretly laugh."

Feng Jun didn’t argue with it—confirming that the Yin Spirit wasn’t a product of this plane was satisfying enough for him.

So he spoke out, "I need something now..."

The things Yin Spirit mentioned, the Medicago that had been burned by thunderfire, the Golden Gardenia Fruit, he didn’t have, though he did have Ink Gold; but to cover that up, he reported a total of about ten materials.

The Golden Gardenia Fruit is relatively expensive, but even rarer is the Medicago burned by thunderfire. Fortunately, they were in the Thunder Plains, where thunderfire was very common, and Medicagos weren’t exactly rare either, so they were quickly gathered.

The Yin Spirit knew what Feng Jun meant, and felt a bit hurt, "You don’t trust me?"

If I trusted you, my brain would be missing a string! Feng Jun thought, but he wouldn’t say that out loud. "Senior, you overthink. Since you’re not from this plane, I think it’s still better to deduce and validate it a bit..."

The Yin Spirit chuckled coldly, "You speak as if you are a native of this plane, yet your three girls...they came from other planes!"

Although Feng Jun was mentally prepared, hearing this made his liver tremble twice.

However, he managed to control his emotions and responded calmly, "Anyway, I’m the one stepping forward now. If there’s a mishap, it’d ruin my reputation, so I must be cautious. May I ask, Senior...do you know what brand effect means?"

"Brand effect..." The Yin Spirit drifted into contemplation. Even though it had quietly overheard many things around Feng Jun, it hadn’t heard this term before. However...it didn’t seem too hard to grasp.

While it was pondering, Feng Jun completed the match—the Big Boss was right indeed. Adjusting this person in just over a year was truly a rare feat.

Yet, the Big Boss missed a point—many intermediate steps were skipped, like soaking Medicago Solvent Water for seven months and internally taking Golden Gardenia Fruit, which will inevitably cause ulcers.

With such ulcers, using Ink Gold for pounding was impractical, so Feng Jun added two more medicinal concoctions to barely ensure the next treatment could proceed; otherwise, it’d just smash into pieces.

Still, Feng Jun didn’t believe the Big Boss intentionally hid this step. He was more inclined to think the Big Boss considered it unnecessary to mention—do I need to point out such common knowledge?

Hence, even though he understood, he could only grit his teeth—I’m familiar with these little tricks, you still expect me to make a fool of myself?

The Yin Spirit indeed didn’t mind completely, hearing that he’d added some things during the intermediate steps, it was startled first, then silently smirked: Cultivators on this level, I haven’t dealt with in ages, missing details is normal, right?

Anyway, I conveyed the core content clearly, that much can be confirmed absolutely.

This early-stage Thunder Cultivator had been internally out of balance for long, consulted many people, but nobody could provide a genuinely effective solution. The best he could do was strive to maintain his state, slowing his decline as much as possible—there’s no hope for advancement in this lifetime.

He wasn’t even listed among the twelve masters of the Thunder Plains—because he couldn’t bear their corresponding duties.

But he indeed felt unwilling in his heart; he was only one hundred seventy years old, reached the early-stage peak at one hundred twenty years old, yet in fifty years, made no progress.

The root problem was being too poor. He went to many people, but finding top figures requires a lot of money, which he couldn’t access; moreover, even paying a fortune doesn’t guarantee results.

Now, Feng Jun’s analysis and suggestion stirred his deeply buried desire, so he proposed, for the three thousand Spirit Stones you want, I can’t pay temporarily. After trying, if truly effective, I’ll give five thousand Spirit Stones—is that okay?

Feng Jun didn’t bother discussing the matter; instead, he turned to Guo Xiaosong, "Friend Guo, this is your business... I’ll just collect three thousand Spirit Stones."

"Rest assured, I’ll pay the three thousand Spirit Stones," Guo Xiaosong patted his chest confidently. He’d found a new financial source—he’d first advance the costs to Feng Jun, then once others verified the results, they’d surely reimburse the money.

As for the possibility of not getting paid back...he genuinely didn’t believe anyone would dare cheat him of his money in the Thunder Plains?

In short, it was his unconditional trust in Feng Jun, otherwise, advancing several thousand Spirit Stones—he was also just a poor Thunder Cultivator.

As proved, his investment was very insightful, but that was later on.

Fifty people on the second day, fifty full again on the third day.

However, Kong Ziyi was somewhat tired, "These Thunder Cultivators...they are really tiresome, not to mention lack money, and they are quite troublesome."

Regardless of the society, being penniless is never favorable, even for someone like her willing to reason.

Yet, at that moment, someone rushed over from afar, "Has Mountain Master Feng arrived at Thunder Plains?"