Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 486 - : The Pressure of Bankruptcy (First Update)

Chapter 486: Chapter 486: The Pressure of Bankruptcy (First Update)

It was a total rip-off, Feng Jun had been in seclusion for three full days, and still hadn’t broken through to the fourth layer of Qi Refinement.

He once thought that he had reached the threshold of the fourth layer, just one step away from breaking through.

But when it came down to actually doing it, where was the threshold? He hadn’t even touched the doorknob, he had only seen the door.

In other words, the fourth layer of Qi Refinement was indeed Intermediate Level; breaking through from the initial stage to the Intermediate Level required a very substantial accumulation.

Feng Jun had underestimated the depth of accumulation he needed.

However, this was also normal. After all, this was his first time advancing a minor realm after stepping into the threshold of cultivation, and he had no related experience—he shouldn’t make the same mistake in the future.

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Moreover, because of the taboo associated with the Devouring Primordial Heaven Technique, he didn’t dare to accumulate recklessly at the third level of Qi Refinement—what if he accidentally advanced? This also led to his passive situation when advancing a stage.

Besides feeling that he hadn’t accumulated enough, Feng Jun had another realization—yes, just a realization.

The Devouring Primordial Heaven Technique really consumes a lot of Spirit Stones.

He had used twenty-seven “condensing” Spirit Stones, although all of them were more than half used, but one of these Spirit Stones could basically last seven or eight times longer than a standard Spirit Stone.

Feng Jun had spent three days assaulting the barrier, and the twenty-seven Spirit Stones were almost used up, with the one with the least spiritual energy nearly depleted.

He had to temporarily stop cultivating and replace all the Spirit Stones.

His heart was bleeding; he’d only meditated for three days, hadn’t yet reached the fourth layer, and had already used up nearly a hundred standard units of Spirit Stones. Even worse, he still had to continue using Spirit Stones.

But once the Spirit Stones were replaced, he felt his luck got quite a bit better. On the fourth day at noon, he felt a movement in his Qi, and the spiritual energy above his head suddenly increased a lot. Hearing a faint cracking sound at his ear, he finally succeeded in advancing!

The next moment, the speed at which he absorbed spiritual energy skyrocketed crazily.

It was midday now, and for the past two days the sky was clear. Sister Hong, Feng Jing, and Zhang Caixin were sitting under a sun umbrella, drinking cold drinks and talking about a new online drama.

Suddenly, Zhang Caixin turned her head to look towards the valley, pushed her sunglasses up to her forehead, and muttered with confusion, “Is this… a success?”

Although the sun was high and there was no mist to obscure the view, the bamboo forest had grown too lush. The over hundred square meters of concrete ground was completely covered; basically, it was impossible to see inside.

Feng Jing also took off her sunglasses to look more carefully, “What did you feel?”

“The spiritual energy has dropped dramatically,” Zhang Caixin exhaled lightly and spoke with certainty, “He must have advanced. Otherwise, there’s no explanation.”

Pausing for a moment, she clearly became a bit despondent, “The speed he absorbs spiritual energy… How terrifying is it?”

Sister Hong glanced side-ways at her, “How terrifying? How many times stronger than you?”

“Who knows?” Zhang Caixin gave a wry smile and a face of helplessness, “A thousand times, or maybe… ten thousand times? Anyway, I can be sure, it’s definitely not just a couple hundred times.”

“Isn’t that normal?” Feng Jing looked at her strangely, justifying nonchalantly, “Did you actually want to be stronger than him?”

Zhang Caixin inwardly curled her lip, thinking to herself how that kind of laid-back attitude was unmatched…

Two hours after advancing a stage, Feng Jun felt that his realm was somewhat more stable and hurriedly stood up, switching back to those nearly depleted Spirit Stones; after all, living day-to-day, one must learn to save.

After that, with Spirit Stones being continuously depleted, Feng Jun didn’t bother to replace them with “condensing” Spirit Stones anymore, but instead used standard Spirit Stones, replacing them one by one.

Doing so meant he didn’t need to get up. Using the Dharma of “Telekinesis,” he could control them with his Divine Sense, which would not interfere with cultivation.

However, after these first two hours, the consumption of Spirit Stones also decreased significantly, which shows that breaking through indeed consumes a large amount of resources.

Feng Jun continued to cultivate until dawn the next day, finally finishing his session and getting up.

This time around, he had barely advanced, maintaining a mid-section position in the fourth layer of Qi Refinement, still far from the peak. But since it had already taken five days, it was time for a break.

And this Devouring Primordial Heaven Technique was indeed too resource-intensive. Feng Jun intuitively felt that cultivating with this technique consumed at least ten times more Spirit Stones than most other techniques.

To be honest, he would rather set up a Spirit Gathering Array and have a few female cultivators practice the Dragon Phoenix Supreme Heart Method. Even though that might be slower, it would save money… save Spirit Stones, after all.

When it was essential to break through, he still had to use what was necessary. The Swallowing Heaven Technique was quite domineering while breaking through, basically ignoring any bottlenecks.

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Anyway, now that he had entered the Intermediate Level of Qi Refinement, he had to wait another half a year before he could attempt to reach the High Tier, and with such a long time, there was no need to rush.

To put it bluntly, he was pained by how much he had spent on Spirit Stones. He used to think that he was not short of a small amount of money, but casually advancing a level in Mid-stage Qi Refining had depleted his wealth by nearly a tenth, and having money doesn’t mean it should just be wasted, right?

Then, he thought of his disciples and the women around him—if they all were to practice the Devouring Primordial Heaven Technique, he would be left with only one path; bankruptcy.

So his near future goal was to seek out more Cultivation Techniques.

The Heaven-Swallowing Formation involving twenty-seven Spirit Gathering Arrays was closed and the original Spirit Gathering Arrays were reactivated. Feng Jun walked out of the bamboo forest.

As soon as he emerged from the bamboo forest, he saw what looked like a camping mosquito net, with someone inside sound asleep.

However, this person was a light sleeper, who upon hearing the sound of his feet on the grass, suddenly sat up.

It was none other than the lovely scenery, Director Mei.

She glanced in the direction of the villa, saw nothing unusual, then turned to see him and, rubbing her sleepy eyes, greeted him lazily, “Oh, you’re out?”

Her demeanor was so natural that it was as if she was asking him, “Have you eaten yet?”

Seeing her like this, Feng Jun felt a soft spot in his heart. The good scenery he remembered always sought pleasure, and although she also traveled around for fun, it wasn’t hard work.

But now, she had actually camped outdoors to guard him during his retreat, which was truly commendable.

He smiled slightly, “The way you put it, ‘you’re out’? Sounds like I just got released from prison.”

Feng Jing rolled her eyes at him, “Cooped up for five days, wasn’t that like serving a sentence?”

“Oh, what you said,” Feng Jun smirked as he walked over, “Miss, shall I take you inside to serve a sentence?”

“Alright, stop messing around,” Feng Jing laughed, “I just woke up, haven’t even brushed my teeth yet… Now that you’re out, we can all get back to normal. But that retreat of yours really made quite a racket.”

Feng Jun leapt ten meters into the air with ease and hovered there for a moment, looking around, then grinned, “Goodness, three mosquito nets?”

It turned out that Feng Jing, Sister Hong, and Zhang Caixin were all here, though the male disciple had mosquito repellent oil on, whereas they had their own mosquito nets.

With Feng Jun’s emergence, Luohua Manor returned to normalcy. That very night, Xu Leigang hosted a celebration to honor the master’s advancement in level.

What level Feng Jun had attained was unclear to everyone, but that did not dampen their enthusiasm for celebration.

Previously on this plane, he had never experienced anything like it, feeling that advancing from the initial to the intermediate level wasn’t worth celebrating; significant events such as attaining Martial Enlightenment were celebration-worthy.

However, lately, when his male and female disciples advanced in level, they mostly held a ceremony to celebrate, even those like Lu Xiaoning and Zhang Caixin, who were rather competitive, without fear of envy from their fellow disciples.

So he thought that an appropriate celebration was indeed good. It was festive and also beneficial in establishing a healthy competitive mechanism. Over time, if it could become customary, it would even strengthen the cohesion of their small community.

True, he had yet to firmly establish his footing in the mobile phone plane, but he already harbored thoughts of founding his own sect.

This was not being overly ambitious; everyone should have dreams—what if they came true?

The celebration banquet was held in the front building. In addition to the six protectors, both Assistant Li and Yang Yuxin and her daughter also participated.

Relatively speaking, the latter four were more like “outsiders,” so everyone tacitly avoided talking about the advancement, and instead offered their congratulations for the master’s emergence from seclusion.

However, the way Gu Jiahui and her daughter looked at Feng Jun was somewhat… indescribable.

Wang Haifeng took the initiative to talk about his dad, saying, “My old man could also lend a hand with the Boiler Camel Motorcycle.”

Feng Jun had not really thought about Lao Wang contributing to the Boiler Camel Motorcycle, but after some consideration, it actually made sense.

In fact, he had entrusted all the specifics to Mou Miao and hadn’t given it much thought.

He certainly held no grudges against Lao Wang, even though, for him, the Boiler Camel Motorcycle was no longer a focal point for development.

Firstly, in the mobile phone plane, it was a mid-to-high-end product with a limited scope of application; secondly, the Boiler Camel Motorcycle could only be exchanged for gold, whereas what he needed more now was Spirit Stones.

However, in any case, he planned to establish a stable support base on the Earth Plane, and money was essential. Increasing the production efficiency of the Boiler Camel Motorcycle would bring him considerable profit.

So, after only a brief hesitation, he straightforwardly said, “Then let your old man talk to Mou Miao. I’ll speak to Mou Miao, so he isn’t toiling for nothing… General Mou is quite good at controlling costs.”

The crowd burst into laughter upon hearing this; you could just say he’s stingy, why beat around the bush with ‘controlling costs’?

But to tell the truth, Mou Miao was really not generous—or rather, Liu Xiaoxuan wasn’t generous.

Take the case with Xiao Meng, the driver from Chaoge. After the car accident and getting beaten up, which was the start of the incident, Mou Miao and his wife had taken care of him and covered all the expenses. When General Mou decided to open a new venture and wanted Xiao Meng to join him, Xiao Meng refused.

Xiao Meng acknowledged General Mou, at least he took care of what needed to be taken care of. His refusal might have had to do with not wanting to leave home, but undoubtedly, the amount of money offered by General Mou was not enough to make him abandon everything and leave his hometown behind.

Just then, Yang Yuxin spoke up, “Speaking of cost control, President Ge of Fu Hong is even more extreme.”

Her comment instantly cooled the atmosphere, and Xu Leigang quickly spoke up to shift the mood, “In four days, Dou Jiahui’s lighting store will open, and Gazi is asking if you’ll go back for it.”