Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 591 - Dispensable

Chapter 591: Chapter 591: Dispensable

Chapter 591 -591: Dispensable

Tang Wangsun and his daughter, as well as Daoist Ma, were busy until the late night.

It couldn’t be helped, the relics left by the founding master were numerous, and classifying them was troublesome – the key issue was that they had acquired another treasure capable of storage. Therefore, allocating resources appropriately was of great importance.

Tang Wangsun worked until four in the morning, glanced at the time, and sighed deeply, “Forget it, let’s just head to the airport.”

Tang Wenji expressed her confusion, “Dad, why don’t you just call and cancel, what we’re busy with now is the foundation of Maoshan.”

Tang Wangsun sighed and shuffled towards the door, “Ah, you really don’t understand, what I’m busy with is also the foundation of Maoshan…”

The next morning, everyone slept in without prior arrangement, after all, it was Saturday.

After waking up, those who should go to the bamboo forest for cultivation all went, including Gu Jiahui.

A few people were left in the villa, leaving behind good scenery to help Tang Wenji sort through Maoshan’s various resources.

Feng Jun and Sister Hong woke up rather late. This morning, he acted as a limp piece of cotton, with his last stop being Sister Hong’s needle.

By the time he got up, Gu Jiahui and Yang Yuxin had already been waiting for him for a long time, and Zhuang Zesheng had also been brought by his father, waiting in the front yard building.

Gu Jiahui had been informed that during her stay at Luohua Manor, she could not enter the bamboo forest most of the time and could only move around the perimeter. So her gaze towards Zhuang Zesheng carried some unfriendliness—I can’t go in, but you can.

Of course, she also knew that he was ill, so obviously ill that it was visible at a glance, hence she couldn’t really hold it against him.

In fact, Feng Jun had also assigned her a task, asking her to keep an eye on Zhuang Zesheng since everyone in the bamboo forest would be cultivating, and she was relatively free.

If someone else had made such a request, Gu Jiahui might not have been willing. In school, she was also the object of many boys’ attentions; the Pingyang Zhuang Family might have some reputation, but it was not significant enough to catch her eye.

After seeing the storage magical artifact’s storing and retrieving process the day before, Gu Jiahui was determined to start the cultivation path for real.

Truth be told, ever since she was born, there really hadn’t been much in this world that she couldn’t get.

Her family had already prepared everything she needed, and surpassing her parents seemed unrealistic.

That’s why the guaranteed admission offer from Peking University that everyone envied failed to trigger any interest in her; it was the offer from Haverford College that sparked a desire for a challenge in her.

Now, something that truly interested her had finally appeared, and that miraculous scene had unfolded right before her eyes.

This time, Yang Yuxin didn’t plan to stop her either, because Director Yang herself had also been profoundly shocked.

The mother’s only condition was: No matter what, you have to finish college.

This wasn’t just her requirement but also the persistence of Xiao Hui’s late father—to cultivate her child’s talents.

Yang Yuxin’s meaning was clear: As long as you can keep up with your studies, I don’t mind if you fly to Zhengyang every now and then.

In fact, what mother and daughter cared more about now was: How could they persuade the master to take on a disciple?

Yang Yuxin’s previous worry was her daughter’s lack of focus on her studies due to distractions, but now she was more concerned about: What if they couldn’t move Feng Jun?

Thus, when Feng Jun asked Gu Jiahui to look after Zhuang Zesheng, she might have been a bit unhappy, but she wouldn’t oppose it.

As for Zhuang Zesheng, his feelings were entirely different. His father had returned to the coach last night, his face full of excitement, repeatedly marveling at how right it was to choose Luohua Manor for treatment, declaring that the manor was truly miraculous.

Zhuang Haoyun did not tell his wife and son what he had seen during the day because Feng Jun specifically stated that he did not wish for those present to spread the news,

There were actually not a few observers on the scene, creating the impression of a crowd, but a careful analysis of each person revealed that the possibility of news leaking was indeed very slim.

Naturally, Zhuang Haoyun would keep the news to himself. Let alone others, he knew his wife was someone who couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

His advice to his son was: Be obedient and do as told, and don’t have conflicts with anyone.

Even though Zhuang Zesheng had spent four years on a sickbed, he was still quite proud in his interactions—his family’s superior conditions from a young age had made him accustomed to being a cut above others.

He would surely take his father’s words to heart, but when he learned that the pretty girl from the Gu Family was responsible for looking after him, his heart couldn’t help but flutter.

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He had never been interested in any girls before, and after four years on his sickbed, he had reached the age where he yearned for romantic affection.

Zhuang Zesheng, of course, knew about the Gu Family. Being able to come to Luohua Manor for treatment was because his father had learned not only the Yuan Family but also the Gu Family People came here for medical consultation.

He also knew that compared to the Gu Family, the Zhuang Family was somewhat inferior; in Pingyang, the Zhuang Family could be called the undisputed local authority, untouchable, and even in Sanjin, the Zhuang Family had a considerable reputation. However… in comparison to the Gu Family, they still fell short.

Yet this obvious gap couldn’t quell his wild thoughts, for it wasn’t entirely impossible.

Both of similar age, she was a rarely seen beauty, and he too was handsome—if completely recovered.

The disparity in their family backgrounds was considerable, but after all, the Zhuang Family was much stronger than most families.

Those heading to the Bamboo Forest included people from Luohua Manor, the two families with sick members and their relatives, and Tang Wenji expressed, “I also want to go take a look.”

Feng Jun’s ties with Maoshan had grown deep, not something he could just shake off if he wanted to, and he had indeed taken far too much advantage with that Soul Stone.

“Let’s go take a look together then,” Feng Jun whispered with a chuckle as he negotiated with her, “That’s a Spirit Gathering Array I designed myself. If you want to have a look, you have to let me scrutinize your Array Plate for a couple of days.”

The Little Celestial Master agreed without hesitation, seizing every opportunity to actively share knowledge with him—she didn’t believe the Spirit Gathering Array of Maoshan could surpass the one designed by Senior Feng.

Indeed, her intuition proved correct. Upon reaching the perimeter of the Bamboo Forest, she took a deep breath, intoxicated, and couldn’t help exclaiming, “The Spiritual Energy here… it’s almost on par with a Cave Heaven paradise.”

“It’s not as exaggerated as you say,” Feng Jun laughed in response, “It’s just the result of diligent work for some time. Given Maoshan’s foundation, surpassing Luohua wouldn’t be difficult given time.”

Naturally, he was just speaking casually; anyone who believed that was truly foolish.

All those meant to enter the Bamboo Forest had gone in, with Zhuang Haoyun sending his son inside and then stepping back out himself.

Then Feng Jun took Tang Wenji for a round inside to feel the Spiritual Energy.

After emerging, the Little Celestial Master, still reluctant to leave, stood outside the Bamboo Forest, looking around. She pointed at a vast cluster of white mist, “Senior Feng, what is that over there?”

“Just a little trick,” Feng Jun responded with a smile, obviously not about to reveal that it was a Yin Mist Trap Formation.

But Tang Wenji, having practiced cultivation from a young age and being exceptionally perceptive and intelligent, guessed as she studied the surrounding terrain and asked, “Is that a maze formation to prevent others from getting close to the Spirit Gathering Array?”

“Heh,” Feng Jun just smiled, without giving an answer.

Sharing the Spirit Gathering Array with her was no big deal, simply an exchange of knowledge. When he discovered the second Spirit Gathering Array in the Earth Realm, he didn’t feel the need to hide too much anymore, especially since the two arrays were different.

But the Yin Mist Trap Formation was another matter, of course. The Spirit Gathering Array was for the enhancement and acceleration of cultivation, while this kind of formation was defensive, meant to protect one’s wealth and secrets. How could he possibly reveal it so readily?

Tang Wenji didn’t mind and showed understanding, expressing with some emotion, “Centuries ago, our Maoshan also had defensive formations, even a Mountain Protection Array. Nobody could directly locate Maoshan’s position.”

“That’s quite normal,” Feng Jun nodded, answering casually, “The law is not passed on lightly. Cultivators still need to pay attention to opportunities. It’s just a pity that we are now in the age of dharma decline.”

Tang Wenji’s eyes darted as she glanced at him, “I’m a bit curious, in this age of declining Spiritual Energy, what kind of opportunity led to Senior Feng’s profound cultivation level?”

In reality, she wanted to ask where he got his Spirit Stones, as Maoshan was eager to learn as well.

Feng Jun looked at her and smiled lightly, “Inquiring about my opportunity… Can you bear the resulting karma?”

“Alright, pretend I didn’t ask,” the unconventional Little Celestial Master knew when to stop. Sensing he might be displeased, she quickly changed the subject, “Don’t you want to try out Maoshan’s Spirit Gathering Array? Pick a quiet place then.”

Feng Jun answered nonchalantly, “No need to choose. Anywhere on my turf is the same. Right here is fine.”

“Here?” Tang Wenji looked around, hesitant, “Setting it up next to your Spirit Gathering Array… according to Maoshan’s records, doing so could cause interference.”

“Then we’ll just move a little further away,” Feng Jun readily agreed, having heard similar things on other planes through his mobile phone. His primary consideration for setting it up not far from the Spirit Gathering Array was to maintain its effectiveness, “If we go too far, it will be difficult to gather Spiritual Energy.”

He took the Array Plate Tang Wenji handed over and casually produced a Spirit Stone, placing it on the plate before beginning his analysis.

Watching him take out a Spirit Stone as naturally as one would a one-yuan coin, Tang Wenji’s lips couldn’t help but twitch again, her heart aching faintly: So many Spirit Stones at his disposal, and he only spent thirty for the Stone of Fate, how outrageous…

However, someone was feeling even more disgruntled. Watching the two fiddle with the new Spirit Gathering Array, Zhuang Haoyun sighed, “I suddenly feel that making so much money is meaningless.”

Not far from him was Yang Yuxin. Director Yang responded indifferently, “Making money is still useful; otherwise, your son couldn’t have afforded Master Feng’s help.”

“Heh,” Zhuang Haoyun chuckled bitterly, “Director Yang, do you really think that the Master can be swayed by money?”

“Money may not sway him, but not having money won’t do,” Yang Yuxin finally turned her head to look at him, “What method did you use?”

Her voice was calm, but undoubtedly, her directness implied that she saw him merely as someone of little consequence.

(My father suffered a stroke and regular updates are scheduled. Feng Xiao doesn’t want to play for sympathy, which is why I haven’t mentioned it before. Ensuring updates is my commitment. My only hope is that my readers will vote more this month, so I feel that all my persistence is worth it. That there are people accompanying me, and I am not alone.)