Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 603 - Drama King Tang Tianshi

Chapter 603: Chapter 603 Drama King Tang Tianshi

Chapter 603: Chapter 603 Drama King Tang Tianshi

Wangwu Zheng Jingzhu’s question was actually something that Maoshan had considered carefully.

Whether to let the Spiritual Spring benefit all beings was a matter of great controversy within Maoshan.

Reluctance to part with that bit of Spiritual Energy was one aspect, but the key issue everyone thought of was, if we release the Spiritual Spring like this, others will definitely think: if you only have four Spirit Stones, you wouldn’t possibly waste them like this.

It’s a very practical issue. In The Secular World, philanthropists being eyed for their wallets is not uncommon; in fact, it seems to be becoming the norm.

But Tang Tianshi had his own considerations. He believed that, for Maoshan, this was a rare opportunity for development.

During times of peace, with the people wealthy, those inclined to the Dao would certainly increase — at least until the end of the tax exemption policy.

Moreover, from the perspective of strategic continuity, it was the same. He couldn’t guarantee how much longer he would live, but after him, it would certainly be Tang Wenji who would lead Maoshan. Thus, setting the tone now would mean it would remain unshaken for at least the next fifty or sixty years.

Especially when considering a reason that was not so openly acknowledged: once Maoshan restored its Cave Heaven and provided the Spiritual Spring again, it could surge ahead of all other Daoist branches, far outpacing the rest.

With all these considerations, Maoshan made this decision.

Are we just worried that others will covet our Spirit Stones? As if by not releasing the Spiritual Spring, others wouldn’t covet the Spirit Stones?

This is a hurdle that must be overcome, so does it make a big difference whether the hurdle is a bit higher or lower?

Everyone speaks of reviving Maoshan, but if we don’t even have the courage to face these difficulties, let’s stop talking about revival and go home to sleep.

There’s another reason that’s not so easy to mention aloud: Maoshan now has a potential ally, Feng Jun, the Manor Master of Luohua Manor!

With such a ready Great Cultivator, since we’re going to spend some resources anyway, why not spend… just a little bit more excessively?

Tang Wangsun was already prepared to face the difficulty, but since it was a Wangwu Taoist who spoke up, he didn’t mind being a bit sharp in his words.

If it had been another from his own path asking, he at least wouldn’t bluntly retort with “How can the sparrow understand the ambitions of the swan?”

Zheng Jingzhu, however, was not angry. Having heard too many such indifferent remarks over the years, he had grown accustomed to them.

He smiled indifferently, “Ambitions of the swan are all well and good, but they need the support of Spirit Stones. If Maoshan could lend two Spirit Stones to Wangwu, Wangwu Cave Mansion is willing to offer its full support and help Maoshan soar straight up to the ninth level of heaven.”

Tang Wangsun’s mouth twitched, nearly laughing out loud, “Lend you two Spirit Stones?”

“We’re not engaging in a debate, there’s no need to be so precise in words,” Zheng Jingzhu replied unconcernedly.

As a Scripture Master, he certainly had a glib tongue, “If Maoshan is willing to sell, Wangwu will certainly offer a generous price. However, as it concerns Spirit Stones, it’s a bit abrupt and disrespectful to directly offer a generous price… This kind of dilemma is something Wangwu often encounters.”

See? This is the glibness of a Scripture Master, casually resolving the other party’s suspicion while taking the chance to exonerate his own side.

“Alright, let’s not speak of such empty talk,” a female Daoist Nun with a heavy voice spoke. She appeared to be in her fifties with a plump figure, looking like a neighborly aunt, “I, Magu of Danxia Heaven, would like to ask for a Spirit Stone. Heavenly Master Tang just needs to name his price.”

Magu from Danxia Heaven is one of the Thirty-Six Minor Cavern Heavens but is also ranked tenth among the seventy-two blessed lands.

Danxia Heaven, belonging to the Alchemy Dao, has a very average relationship with Maoshan. Although part of the Ten Directions Forest, it generally keeps to itself, engaging in its own pleasures, with little to do with other Daoist sects.

The Daoist Nun wasn’t overly thoughtful, openly expressing her desire for a Spirit Stone but at least she did mention “asking for a Spirit Stone.”

Compared to the previous few, her choice of words was already quite polite.

This fellow Daoist… does she have nothing but muddle-headedness in her brain? Elder Guo of Wudang’s mouth twitched.

If you have a request, you could say it privately, why speak it out in the open like this? Now, she’s… utterly doomed to fail in her request.

Elder Guo had initially wanted to make a private arrangement, but now he had no chance, grinding his teeth in frustration.

However, Tang Wangsun secretly smiled in his heart, as he had been waiting for just such an opportunity.

Maoshan needed someone rash to bring up this topic.

So he gave the other party a glance and a faint smile, without responding.

That smile was an obvious indulgence, and immediately others followed, “The Ghost Valley Sect is willing to pay a hefty sum for two Spirit Stones.”

Some started speaking out of curiosity, “People from your Esteemed Xuanwei’s True Heaven have come as well?”

Esteemed Xuanwei’s True Heaven, one of the Thirty-Six Minor Cavern Heavens, also known as Ghost Valley Mountain Cave, had declined significantly in recent years, reportedly having lost its heritage.

The member of the Ghost Valley Sect wasn’t wearing a Daoist robe but was clad in secular attire. Hearing the others, he spoke with an expressionless face, “I am the true successor of the Ghost Valley Sect, unrelated to the Ghost Valley Mountain caves. My ancestor is Master Xuanwei, who was a disciple of Laojun.”

Master Xuanwei is an honorific title for Wang Chan of the Ghost Valley Sect—the one whose disciples were more remarkable than the next. However, the lineage of this master was said to have been lost a thousand years ago.

But now someone has appeared, claiming to be his successor. It can only be said that the background of this individual is… Well, even if it’s shrouded in mystery, at least it sounds like they’re pretty confident.

Upon hearing this title, Tang Wangsun felt a bit overwhelmed and thought to himself, why are all sorts of demons and ghosts popping up?

Wang Chan of the Ghost Valley Sect, a mighty one who preceded even the Three Pure Ones. It’s probably the case that only the legendary Zhan Shanggong could surpass him. But that’s not in the annals of history. At that time, maybe this place was still a marshland.

However, at this point, he could break the impasse. So, he slightly smiled, “I’m sorry to say that in Maoshan right now, there is just one Spirit Stone. The other three Spirit Stones are in my Storage Magical Artifact, and I cannot retrieve them.”

The female Daoist nun of the Danxia Celestial Part Magu grew impatient, “Then just take them out. Isn’t that a simple matter?”

The others, upon hearing her words, all turned their heads to look at her, thinking that indeed the Danxia heaven was a model of amusing themselves.

Seeing their reaction, the female Daoist nun got annoyed, “What are these expressions for? What, did I say something wrong?”

“Not only is what you said wrong,” the Taoist from Zhongnan Mountain said, “doesn’t Danxia have Storage Magical Artifacts?”

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At his words, the female Daoist nun gave him a fierce glare.

What’s with that look? The Taoist from Zhongnan was wondering when she responded, “The last Storage Magical Artifact of my sect was snatched away 800 years ago, and it was done by one of you Taoists from Zhongnan!”

This was so wrong! The Taoist from Zhongnan felt troubled as he touched his forehead, “Fellow Taoist, there are many from Zhongnan… It’s the information age now. When you make such random accusations, it’s easy to attract negative attention.”

“I have five hundred thousand followers on Weibo!” the female Daoist nun retorted disdainfully, giving him a look of scorn, “They are loyal followers, not bought, and a single repost can easily break a hundred thousand. Do you believe me?”

The Taoist from Zhongnan’s eyebrows turned white on the spot. He was an old man rushing towards the age of sixty, aware of fashionable terms, but totally clueless about terms like ‘gaining followers’ and “repost counts” were entirely foreign to him.

After some thought, he decided not to stoop to her level, but rather to fight on his familiar ground, “Let’s not talk about attracting negative attention. To store or retrieve items from a Storage Magical Artifact requires a Great Cultivator with strong Daoist powers… Do you understand what I’m saying, fellow Taoist?”

“Great Cultivator?” The Daoist nun from next door was utterly astonished, and after a long pause, she finally smacked her forehead, “In this degenerate age, could there really be Great Qi Cultivators? That’s impossible, right?”

“Hehe,” the Taoist from Zhongnan chuckled, with a face that said “you really haven’t seen much.”

But Zheng Jingzhu of Wangwu Mountain was unfazed as he spoke, “Such Great Cultivators, like dragons that reveal only their heads and not their tails, who can say for sure that they no longer exist?”

Seeing that his plans were falling through, Elder Guo of Wudang Mountain spoke up again, “I wonder how Tang Tianshi managed to contact this Great Cultivator. Please introduce us when it is convenient. Wudang will be deeply grateful.”

“It’s all within the Cultivation Path, no need for such gratitude,” Tang Wangsun said with a smile.

He already had the perfect image of a serene and venerable Daoist. Paired with this smile, he emitted genuine affability, truly like a high-level practitioner, “But as that senior is wholeheartedly devoted to the Dao, without any worldly distractions, I cannot guarantee an introduction.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zheng Jingzhu from Wangwu Mountain scoffed, “Can’t guarantee… and you still say there’s no need for gratitude? Tang Tianshi, I remember you used to not be like this.”

The discord between Wangwu and Maoshan actually wasn’t that serious, but Wangwu was insistent on dragging Maoshan down, so Zheng Jingzhu kept telling brutal truths.

“Zheng Daoist, your words are really inappropriate,” Tang Wangsun replied soberly, collecting his smile.

In his brows, there was a hint of concern, “It’s one thing to criticize Maoshan, as I’m indifferent—purity and impurity dwell in oneself. But if you think that senior can be seen just by anybody… Are you sure you are speaking for Wangwu?”

Zheng Jingzhu was immediately at a loss for words and couldn’t help but silently curse Tang Wangsun for his shamelessness—would you die if you didn’t wave your big-flag bragging rights?

How would he dare to be disrespectful to a Great Cultivator? Even considering such a thought was too daring, as a Great Cultivator surely possessed great Divine Skills.

The others, upon hearing this, cursed Tang Wangsun for his shamelessness, but also grew vigilant: it seemed better not to carelessly approach that Great Cultivator.

In fact, before this, some people had learned that Maoshan’s opportunity might be related to Zhengyang’s Luohua Manor. Disciples of Maoshan had lingered around the entrance to Luohua Manor for some days and then, not long after, the reopening of Jintan Huayang Celestial Part occurred.

To assert that the two events were unrelated, it was believed, would convince no one.

Some had even planned that, once this matter concluded, they would pay a visit to Zhengyang and make their way to Luohua Manor.

But just when they were thinking about it, Tang Tianshi reminded everyone: Great Cultivators might not be as approachable as I am.

So if everyone went to them, and it truly angered the other party, that would be less than amusing.

Feng Jun, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but nod in agreement inwardly: the difficulty of dealing with Tang Wangsun truly was no less than that of his daughter.

For Maoshan to have produced two such outstanding Heavenly Masters in a row, it was indeed destined to flourish.