Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 485 - : Selflessness

Chapter 485: Chapter 485: Selflessness

Ginger gets spicier with age, and indeed Lao Wang found a pretty good angle right from the start.

He himself had been in the processing business for over twenty years, so he definitely wasn’t short on relevant talent.

He had heard about Mou Miao’s situation early on and had even intervened to support Wang Haifeng on behalf of his partners in Chaoge.

To tell the truth, before this, Lao Wang had not paid attention to the market for Boiler Camel Motorcycles, but when he learned how much money could be made, he was somewhat tempted to take over subcontracting from Feng Jun.

However, as the situation evolved, he realized more and more that President Feng was not someone to be trifled with. People of Chaoge had suffered severe setbacks against him, and if he wanted to take on this subcontracting work, he would have to plan it carefully.

By now, he realized he had underestimated the other party and dared not even think about taking on the subcontracting anymore—if General Mou wanted to repay his hometown, then let him repay it. Aren’t General Mou’s fellow townsmen also President Feng’s fellow townsmen?

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What he meant was—I’ll send a few people to help, which could improve Mou Miao’s efficiency.

When Wang Haifeng heard this, he smiled, “Dad, have you finally acknowledged the Boiler Camel Motorcycle?”

Lao Wang gave a snort and rolled his eyes, “I don’t even know where this thing can be sold at this point… But General Mou, you know, he’s a bit too young for production, that’s why I thought of giving him a hand. As for the money, it doesn’t really matter.”

Wang Haifeng was a bit puzzled, “Then why don’t you just talk to Mou Miao directly? He knows you.”

“You kid,” Lao Wang rolled his eyes, not pleased, “can’t your old dad do a favor without making money?”

Director Wang chuckled from the sidelines, “What dad means is that it’s a bit late even to sell a favor now, I wonder if the master is still willing to accept it?”

“This…” Wang Haifeng thought for a moment and then confidently replied, “There shouldn’t be a problem. The master is quite sentimental. He has helped you in the past with the generators and later with the Boiler Camel Motorcycles.”

Lao Wang smiled, “It’s better to let Master Feng know about this, to put it on proper footing.”

Wang Haifeng knew his dad wanted to make his presence felt, but that was only natural, so he nodded, “Alright, let’s wait until later. The master is about to go into seclusion. I’ll talk to him after he comes out.”

Lao Wang was startled and then, pointing to the closed mountain gate, spoke with puzzlement, “This… You’re not thinking of not letting me in, are you?”

Wang Haifeng gave a wry smile, “Only the master can allow people into this estate.”

The old man was truly surprised, “You can’t be serious. You’ve been with him so long, and you don’t even have the authority to let people in?”

Wang Haifeng rolled his eyes, “Even Zhang Weihong, who’s closer to him than I am, doesn’t have that authority. Usually, it would be fine if I just gave him a heads-up, but now that he’s going into seclusion, no outsiders are allowed in.”

The old man and Director Wang looked at each other for a while before Director Wang finally chuckled wryly, “The rules really are strict.”

“Not that strict,” Wang Haifeng laughed in response, “The rules I deal with in the province are much stricter than here.”

Director Wang shot an irritated glance at his brother, “The province? You really can’t compare.”

“Why can’t I compare?” Wang Haifeng argued back, “With people like Master Feng, not even one in ten provinces could produce such an individual, and he bought this estate himself. To let or not let someone in, isn’t it up to him?”

This was one of the reasons why Lao Wang had prohibited him from entering the family business, talking without restraint, saying whatever came to mind.

While Coach Wang was impartially denying his father and brother entry to the estate, Feng Jun had once again entered the Mobile Phone Plane under the cover of white fog within the Heaven-Swallowing Formation.

The Spiritual Energy in the formation was so rich, he genuinely intended to bring Mi Yunshan over for Cultivation within the formation.

Sister Lin, ever since she started her Cultivation Path, had been freeloading off a Spirit Gathering Array. She barely managed to set up one outdoors, and even then, she had to sneak out in the middle of the night to use it. What’s deadly is that in the end, she was discovered by the high-rank practitioner Jie Chaoqun, who had reached the Out-of-Dust phase.

Feng Jun had eliminated the Out-of-Dust phase expert, but for safety’s sake, the Spirit Gathering Array could no longer be used.

The Mobile Phone Plane was abundant with Spiritual Energy, while the Earth Plane had almost none. Ironically, on Earth, his women didn’t have to worry about insufficient Spiritual Energy for their cultivation, whereas Mi Yunshan had to freeload off others for Spiritual Energy for her Cultivation.

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He felt a bit of pity for her—Sister Lin, after all, deserved sympathy.

However, after spending a day in the Mobile Phone Plane, he carefully considered it and ultimately dismissed the idea.

After all, one can never see through another’s heart, and he wasn’t particularly certain about Mi Yunshan’s character. Even if he brought her in and kept her from seeing others, if word got out, it was nearly tantamount to revealing that he possessed a Cave Heaven, which could attract untold envy.

Moreover, with Mi Yunshan’s Cultivation Level, staying in the Spirit Gathering Array for a few more days might not necessarily result in a breakthrough to the third layer of Transcendent Mortality. Just a few days wouldn’t help her much.

In fact, even if she did break through, it wouldn’t necessarily be a good thing. Even if she could keep a secret, others would think—how could an 18-year-old nobody suddenly rise three levels? There must be something amiss.

On the contrary, in the Earth Realm, his disciples and women could advance ranks however they wished without inviting curiosity—simply because nobody understands the difficulty involved.

Feng Jun had interacted with Mi Yunshan for a day, transporting some materials back and forth, and ultimately decided: he should first strive to raise his cultivation level. Once my cultivation level has increased, setting up a Spirit Gathering Array and the like will be no problem at all.

When he returned to the Earth Plane, the rain was still pouring. To be honest, he felt a bit helpless about the huge reaction caused by the Spirit Gathering Array, but it was still okay; aside from that mother and daughter, there were no other outsiders in the manor, which made it much safer than a mobile phone realm.

He strolled out just in time to see Sister Hong and Feng Jing each holding a small floral umbrella, standing there chatting.

When the two women saw him emerge, they both were taken aback. Sister Hong, in particular, stepped forward and unabashedly hooked his chin with her hand, chuckling, “Handsome guy, you don’t use an umbrella in the rain, and yet you’re not wet… pretty cool, huh?”

“Then let’s get wet by the rain,” Feng Jun replied with a smile, then retracted the spiritual energy protecting his body, allowing the rain to drench him.

“Don’t,” Sister Hong said, feeling a bit sorry for him, and immediately extended the small floral umbrella over to him. She then naturally hooked her arm through his, “Weren’t you about to go into seclusion? What will you do if you catch a cold?”

Feng Jun turned his head to look at her. They had a height difference of just ten centimeters, not much really. Looking at her face that could flip between delight and anger, he said, helplessly, “Sister Hong, catching a cold… impossible. I take particularly good care of myself.”

Sister Hong paused, then caught on and pinched his arm hard, “You scoundrel, what’s always running through your mind? Can’t you think about something serious for a change?”

Feng Jun laughed out loud, “If I don’t want it to happen, not even daggers falling from the sky can touch me, let alone rain.”

Sister Hong was stunned for a moment before she asked curiously, “At which stage of my cultivation will I be able to do that?”

“You have to be at a high-rank stage of cultivation,” Feng Jun replied with a smile. “As for martial cultivators, when they reach the level of a martial master, they can also use their Qi to protect their body. The cultivation path is somewhat lacking in this aspect.”

Feng Jing stood by, just watching the two of them chat, without uttering a word.

“High-rank stage, huh,” Sister Hong said dejectedly, pouting her lips, and then she raised her leg, lamenting, “Look, my legs and shoes are soaking wet; such a heavy rain…”

Sister Hong never wore socks in the summer, and today she was wearing casual denim skirt, which hung twenty centimeters above the knees, paired with white leather sandals. On them, a few specks of mud were visible, and the bright-red toenails were especially striking.

Feng Jun felt a burst of mischievousness flare up inside him, “Right, Sister Hong, you should come inside and feel the spiritual energy.”

Then he glanced at Feng Jing, “You, too.”

The three of them reentered the mist, and Gao Qiang blinked a few times, showing no other reaction.

The fog was thick, and one couldn’t see a person just two or three meters away. Lucky for them, with Feng Jun, an old hand, leading the way, they easily reached the concrete area in the middle of the bamboo forest.

Standing on the concrete, Feng Jing was the first to speak, “Feng Jun, did you do something just now? I feel like… there’s some activity in here?”

Feng Jun was quite surprised to hear this, “Your senses are sharp. It’s a bit of spatial fluctuation… You felt it?”

“Just a little,” Teacher Mei actually didn’t know what spatial fluctuation meant, “I just felt that you were up to something.”

Feng Jun chuckled lightly, “Oh? And what am I doing now?”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Sister Hong gasped, “Ah, don’t.”

Following that, Feng Jun’s voice, tinged with a hint of mischief, came through, “Hehe, becoming one with nature in the rain… how refreshing it must be… Sister Hong, I have been looking forward to a day like this for a long time.”

In the boundless white fog, embarrassing noises began to emerge, and Feng Jing quickly took a few steps back, thinking this young rascal really dared to make a scene. Well… out of sight, out of mind for me.

But what the eyes don’t see, the ears can’t avoid hearing. The noises continued for about twenty minutes, and Teacher Mei felt it was torturous. Just as she was considering whether to find her way back, she heard Sister Hong’s suppressed and drawn-out moan, after which… silence fell.

She felt her body go progressively weaker. After steadying herself, she was about to take a step away when she felt a surge of warmth behind her followed by a pair of strong arms wrapping around her waist.

“You scoundrel, no, don’t,” she struggled desperately, but for some reason, she grew weaker and weaker, even unable to push away the encroaching face.

That day, in the rain, Feng Jun finally achieved his first double flight in his life. Regrettably… it wasn’t perfect, as the thick white fog obscured too many visual details.

As for cultivating in such a situation? That’s out of the question; how could one possibly focus on positions in the rain? Everyone was standing.

Regardless, it was a breakthrough, and once a breakthrough is made, it becomes easier to achieve again in the future.

Although both women were mentally prepared to some extent, it was still somewhat difficult to accept. Fortunately, the vast white fog concealed everything.

The rain stopped late that night, and by noon the next day, Feng Jun entered the bamboo forest to begin his seclusion formally.

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