Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 611 - Simple and Rough
Chapter 611: Chapter 611: Simple and Rough
Chapter 611: Chapter 611: Simple and Rough
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Regardless of the situation, Feng Jun confirmed one thing: the fellow trapped in the thick fog formation was not discovered by the Official Government’s forces.
Otherwise, they would probably have come knocking with a location tracker instead of making Director Zhang wait outside for so long, wouldn’t they?
Yet Sister Hong, being in Funiu, did have some clout, and she had connections within the relevant departments; her last warning during the Shinra incident was evidence of that.
This time, she didn’t receive a similar message, which shows that when more serious matters are involved, certain principles still hold.
It was precisely because the Gu Family and the Yang Family had deep roots that Yang Yuxin could receive such information and wasn’t afraid to spread it.
Should he kill the bastard trapped within the fog formation? Feng Jun couldn’t help but contemplate the idea.
After all, the formation hadn’t been tested—if the scoundrel were to escape, not to mention the chip in his chest, just by connecting his mobile phone to the internet could spell trouble for Luohua Manor.
But then he thought again, the guy was just a traitor; what if he really did get out? In any case, it was he who had sneaked into my house, not I who had intruded into his.
So he decided to put the matter aside for the time being. For some reason, he felt a sense of anticipation growing within him.
The next day was still overcast, and even more so, as if the heavens were brewing something big.
Zhuang Zesheng arrived at the villa early in the morning; his condition had improved significantly, and he could barely manage to walk with the aid of a cane. Also, following Feng Jun’s suggestion, he didn’t stay in the bamboo forest every day but occasionally came out to move around.
He felt it might snow today and wanted to borrow Feng Jun’s yacht to play on the river, hoping to capture some photos of “solitary angling in the snowy river.” Kids his age really enjoyed playing with personalized stuff.
Even so, he thought of inviting Gu Jiahui to join him.
Gu Jiahui declined him without hesitation, “I have to review; exams are coming up, and I don’t want to be a laughingstock.”
Zhuang Zesheng blinked, “You can study on the yacht, too, there’s a heater, and it’s much colder in the bamboo forest.”
Gu Jiahui shook her head firmly, “I’m not interested in the warm air, and… the bamboo forest isn’t cold.”
She wasn’t wrong. The bamboo forest in the valley was not only exceptionally green but also didn’t feel too cold within it. This small bamboo forest actually had the effect of improving the climate.
Feng Jun had once seriously analyzed this phenomenon to no avail, but he had a preliminary guess that the Spirit Gathering Array bound the dispersing Spiritual Energy, thus moderately retaining some of the energy.
With the weather turning cold in the last few days, Gu Jiahui walked around in down jackets, but once she entered the bamboo forest, a cashmere sweater was enough.
While they were talking, a rumbling noise suddenly erupted outside.
Feng Jun immediately walked out; he looked up at the sky and frowned deeply, “A drone?”
It was a civilian aerial photography drone hovering more than two hundred meters above the ground.
The noise from the drone was loud, disturbing most people in the manor. Feng Jun even imagined the disciples practicing in the bamboo forest would stop their cultivation and step out.
Yang Yuxin also came out and saw the drone in the sky, displaying an unhappy face.
“Director Yang,” Feng Jun pointed at the drone above and spoke expressionlessly, “this… is going too far, isn’t it?”
What he had contracted was Luohua Manor, and the agreement signed was a land lease contract, which seemingly did not include airspace… oh no, the sky.
But this was still his territory. If a commercial flight flew overhead at several thousand meters, he couldn’t say anything, but this brazen flying around at two hundred meters? That was not appropriate.
Most crucially, it was clear that the other party was scouting out Luohua Manor; if it were ordinary aerial photography, they would not have penetrated so deeply into the manor.
If he accepted such a blatantly malicious act, wouldn’t it be admitting that he was weak and could be bullied?
Yang Yuxin, of course, understood this logic. She frowned at the sky, “This is… somewhat disrespectful.”
Actually, she knew the logic behind this better than Feng Jun. From certain perspectives, monitoring religious forces and Cultivators is necessary and something that some people have always been doing, with numerous specific actions including division and undermining.
But Luohua Manor being targeted was just a part of some people’s efforts to achieve political gains.
Seeking advancement and political gains can be understandable, but that does not mean the corresponding actions are correct.
Yang Yuxin’s anger stemmed from this point; everyone knew she was in Luohua Manor, so why still play these games?
Lacking experience in handling such situations, Feng Jun could only inquire, “In cases like this, what’s the usual approach?”
Upon hearing this, Yang Yuxin’s face grew even more grim. She took out her mobile phone, gave him a look, and turned to leave, “You wait a moment…”
Before long, she returned, speaking apologetically, “I haven’t been able to contact anyone for the moment, just bear with it a bit longer.”
Feng Jun glanced at her curiously, “If you could get in touch with someone, what would be the outcome?”
Yang Yuxin shook her head slowly, “Probably, there would be a conversation about it, it would take a process.”
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The drone’s buzz grew increasingly loud as it circled twice over Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin before flying off again.
Yet even as it flew far away, the buzzing noise remained particularly annoying.
Feng Jun slightly lifted his chin, looking in the direction of the drone, “What kind of trouble would it cause if I knocked it down?”
“Knocking it down certainly wouldn’t be appropriate,” Yang Yuxin pondered and replied, “Even if they haven’t shown their identity, everybody has an idea…”
But Feng Jun got her implication, “You mean, we could also play dumb?”
“Playing dumb is possible, of course, but at such a distance, you would definitely need a gun,” Yang Yuxin spoke with furrowed brows—the drone was very nimble, and it was also flying high up at one or two hundred meters, “Even with a rifle, it would be hard to hit.”
Then she sighed softly, muttering under her breath, “Looks like… I’ll need to apply for an armed guard after all, really bothersome.”
“Who said you must use a gun?” Feng Jun formed a spell with his hands, then snapped his fingers, “Go~”
With a “crackling” sound, a bolt of lightning struck the drone square on.
The drone momentarily stalled mid-air and then spiraled down.
Three hundred meters outside of Luohua Manor by the roadside, a white commercial vehicle was parked, equipped with radar and antennas, and the words “Mobile Emergency Response” were written prominently on its side.
Such vehicles weren’t uncommon in Zhengyang, often used for large event broadcasts or to temporarily increase communication densities, or even when disasters struck and mobile base stations were damaged.
“Damn…” a surprised exclamation came from inside the vehicle, “What was that? What just took down our drone?”
“Play it back, play it back,” another voice called out loudly, “Why does it feel like a high-frequency electromagnetic pulse interference?”
“They really must have a death wish,” the first voice could scarcely contain its anger, “Daring to shoot down our drone. Do they want to die?”
“Cut the crap,” the second voice snorted coldly, “Did you reveal your identity? If you didn’t, and they shot it down, at most they’ll have to compensate you for a drone… You really think that you can get something here that couldn’t be obtained in Maoshan?”
“Report, new situation detected,” a female voice interjected, “The drone, the drone… it seems the drone was struck by lightning.”
The two voices abruptly ceased their argument, and after a moment, cursed in unison, “Damn it!”
This time, Yang Yuxin saw from beginning to end how Feng Jun cast the Falling Thunder Technique.
She was stunned for a moment before chuckling lightly, “You’re not hiding it anymore?”
It was long rumored that Master Feng could wield Thunder Techniques, and while he neither confirmed nor denied it, he tended to keep a low profile. Even when he made a move in Maoshan, it was done with utmost discretion.
Yet now, before her, he used it openly and Director Yang’s heart started to flutter with anticipation.
Feng Jun just smiled faintly, “Before… it wasn’t exactly hiding. I’m just a person who dislikes hassle.”
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Director Yang blinked in curiosity, “So you don’t mind the hassle now?”
Feng Jun pondered for a moment before answering uncertainly, “Maybe I’m…restless?”
This was his self-analysis. When he first encountered his fortune, he was indeed cautious and secretive, afraid of being targeted by others.
But as he grew more successful, as his wealth, connections, and cultivation level all increased, he became less willing to compromise.
He wasn’t so arrogant as to dismiss everything, and he still had the capacity for introspection. That’s why he recognized his own impetuousness.
But then again, how to put it? Even Maoshan, which sent a shock through the entire Huaxia Daoist Sect by reopening the Huayang Celestial Part, regarded him as a Great Cultivator, treating him with utmost respect.
In this context, someone entering his cultivation ground secretly, even trying to threaten his parents, and now brazenly controlling drones to spy on his own cultivation ground—couldn’t he react a bit excessively?
However, arrogance is never a good thing, especially for Cultivators.
So he smiled again at Yang Yuxin, “Isn’t Director Yang here? So I got a little arrogant.”
What he meant was, with you here, I can afford to be a bit arrogant as there’s someone to help me clean up the mess.
But seeing him use Thunder Techniques, Yang Yuxin was already somewhat emotionally stirred. When she heard him say that he was feeling restless and arrogant because she was present, she felt certain parts of her body begin to grow restless, swollen, and… damp.
She bit her lower lip forcefully, then nodded slightly, “Well… that makes sense. I’ll help you deal with them since you didn’t use a gun…”
Her words stopped abruptly there as she suddenly realized she might have made an ambiguous statement.
This time, Feng Jun didn’t pay attention to the potential double entendre; he nodded, “I’m actually very curious about what kind of excuse they’ll come up with to ask me for the drone.”
Yang Yuxin smiled slightly, “I’m curious too.”
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