Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 444: Chapter 444 Coveting

Mi Yunshan blinked and asked softly, “So, are you here to warn me, or to threaten me?”

Yu Changzhu looked at her coldly, silent as if considering which choice to make.

Mi Yunshan was slender and appeared quite delicate, but her words were far from polite.

Yu Changzhu was stunned for a moment, but eventually sneered, “Beauty, what’s the point of always following that blockhead Feng Jun? Let big brother here take good care of you.”

Yu Changzhu was a woman, but few were aware of that fact, and she assumed the other party didn’t know either.

Mi Yunshan’s hand moved, and she drew a firework from her waist, speaking faintly, “Could you repeat that?”

Yu Changzhu’s expression turned icy as she pushed open the car door and stepped out. There was a martial master in her car who also followed suit.

She took two steps forward and noticed that the other party didn’t hastily shoot the firework, feeling somewhat disappointed—she had intended to embarrass her adversary and damage her image in front of Feng Jun.

After the disappointment, a hint of malice arose in her heart, prompting her to look around, “It seems we truly are all alone here.”

Just then, a grey silhouette flashed rapidly towards them from the distance.

Feng Jun landed, and upon seeing the scene, guessed the situation eight or nine times out of ten—for Yu Changzhu’s mischief, he had a profound understanding; she was like a giant unruly child.

However, out of respect for Yu Changqing and Yu Zhengqing, he didn’t want to make too much of it, especially since Zhu Er was actually a good kid when she was rational.

So he gave her a snarl with a grin, “If you dare to intercept my woman again… think carefully about the consequences!”

Yu Changzhu was infuriated by the words “my woman,” and yelled loudly, “She’s just your female attendant, a female attendant!”

Feng Jun remained silent, just looking at her coldly—sometimes, silence was more effective than words.

Yu Changzhu’s chest heaved rapidly several times, and after standing dazed for a few minutes, she turned and walked towards the farm vehicle.

“Let’s go,” Feng Jun said, scooping up Mi Yunshan in his arms, and in a few bounds, they had vanished into the mountains.

The next day, Feng Jun found Yu Changqing and touched on the events from the day before. He suggested that if Zhu Er found the Contribution Point System’s work burdensome, she could go home to rest for a while, as too much work pressure was not good for one’s body or mind.

In the following two days, Yu Changzhu kept mostly to herself, staying indoors or looking down at the ground when she did go out. Her sister rarely scolded her, but when she did speak up, it had a significantly big impact on her.

Lang Zhen brought his family over and, about six or seven hundred meters from the small courtyard, close to the Tian Family’s residence, borrowed three rooms. Moreover, he began building a small courtyard on a farther plot of land.

Feng Jun wanted to host a welcome banquet but Lang Zhen firmly declined, this wasn’t just a matter of a master-servant relationship, but about the dignity a Divine Doctor should maintain.

Strictly speaking, valuing the Lang Family too highly wasn’t necessarily a good thing for them.

Nevertheless, the Lang Family arranged their own celebration to mark the reunion of their family members and invited some guests like the Deng Family Brothers’ father, the martial master Deng Yifu, and the Lone Wolf’s former superior, who both made a special trip from Mount Zhige.

Feng Jun also attended, bringing a congratulatory gift, and saw the three Lang siblings, whom he hadn’t seen in a long while.

The Younger Sister Lang had grown increasingly robust, and Feng Jun couldn’t help feeling she was like a thirty-year-old version of Britney Spears, broad at the waist and sturdy in the limbs.

Of course, the younger sister wasn’t as vivacious as Britney; she was still unmarried, quite naive, and even shy to look at Feng Jun directly.

Younger Brother Lang and the youngest brother conversed freely after meeting Feng Jun, expressing considerable warmth, though it was clear that Lang Zhen had cautioned them about what sort of being a Divine Doctor is, and they could not approach this “foreigner” as casually as before. @@novelbin@@

Yu Zhengqing and Yu Changzhu also came to offer their congratulations. When they saw Mi Yunshan following Feng Jun, the Second Young Master Yu drooped her eyelids, trying her best to avoid her, adopting an “I can’t see you, you can’t see me” attitude.

Feng Jun noticed too that, because of his presence, the atmosphere seemed a bit… stifled?

He hadn’t expected to become akin to a company CEO or a head teacher, and the thought left him with an indescribable feeling.

Therefore, he didn’t linger long after offering his congratulations and sat down for just a while before turning to leave, just like those CEOs and head teachers…

That very night, the Spirit Gathering Array in the mountains came alive once again, and Mi Yunshan successfully advanced to the second layer of transcendence.

To put it simply, this was a case of amassed potential finally unleashed. Having waited too long for the Immortal Family’s guidance, she had made many preparations. Now, with the appropriate Cultivation Techniques and the Spirit Gathering Array’s support, advancing quickly wasn’t strange at all—Cultivation Seedlings were indeed different.

The next day at noon, a light rain began to fall, and in the afternoon, another team arrived, seeking an audience with the Divine Doctor.

It was the Tongcheng Su Family, the same Su Family from Shi Feng Mountain during the last event, a clan that belonged to the Family Alliance, with two Innate Experts in its ranks.

This time, the visitor was another Innate Expert from the Su Family, also a woman.

Her name was Su Xiaohua, over fifty years old, with ordinary looks, but no one should underestimate an Innate Expert because of that.

The Su Family hoped to build a few houses here and didn’t ask to buy land—buying land here would be an insult to the Divine Doctor.

Tian Lewen didn’t even need to consult anyone, he simply waved them off with a gesture, “Go ahead and build.”

He knew the Divine Doctor wouldn’t mind these things, as long as they didn’t talk about buying land; you could build whatever you wanted on the ground, just follow the planning regulations.

In Donghua Country, property rights for houses were far less important than those for land.

Thus, those who built their houses on someone else’s land either had no choice due to lack of land, or they simply didn’t care about that bit of real estate.

The Su Family clearly belonged to the latter—they wanted to build houses right next to the courtyard, but Tian Lewen sternly stopped them—”Hey, hey, you’re not allowed to build houses near here.”

Su Xiaohua was somewhat dissatisfied and even argued with Tian Lewen a bit; in her view, being an Innate Expert meant it was quite normal to do as she wished.

But did Tian Lewen look like someone who would fall for that? He made it clear: “If you won’t follow the plan, you can leave. We didn’t invite the Su Family here anyway”—backed by an Immortal, he had that kind of confidence.

Su Xiaohua didn’t dare to create a scene, and could only sulk as she chose another spot two miles away, and then… Tian Lewen rejected her choice again.

Now she was truly annoyed. “Mr. Tian, do you really think my Su Family can be bullied like this?”

“I’ve already given you the planning blueprints!” Tian Lewen was also frustrated, “Is this a place for building houses?”

Su Xiaohua pointed to the workers building houses for Lang Zhen, and challenged, “Then how come they can build?”

Of course they can build! Tian Lewen was nearly at a loss for words. If you ask where the Divine Doctor’s greatest strength lies, there’s no unified answer; but if you ask whom the Divine Doctor trusts the most, more than ninety percent would say—it’s Lang Zhen.

Compete with Lang Zhen? Are you even on the same level?

He felt this Innate Expert he was dealing with might be a fake—have you ever seen such a foolish Innate Expert?

So he didn’t bother to explain any further, he simply retorted, “You’d better ask who that family is,” and turned to walk away.

This Su Xiaohua… actually went right up to ask and did so with righteous indignation.

As if fate had it, Lang Zhen was actually present. To see an Innate Expert pose such a question, he too was slightly dumbfounded and then answered, “Because I am a follower of the Divine Doctor.”

After receiving such a response, Su Xiaohua turned and walked away, grumbling under her breath, “Just because you’re a follower of the Divine Doctor doesn’t make you so great… really…”

Lang Zhen watched her receding figure, startled for a moment; it was rare to see such a person, who hadn’t been killed before becoming an Innate Expert.

There were many subtle changes in Mount Zhige, but let’s not delve into them all. After Mi Yunshan advanced to the second tier of Transcend Mortality, the following night, Feng Jun continued to take her into the mountains.

Feng Jun could finally confirm that even with the Spiritual Energy being relatively ordinary, it surpassed the average Immortal Cultivation Techniques—Yu Changqing couldn’t cultivate without the Spirit Gathering Array, but Mi Yunshan’s Cultivation Level could slowly improve.

After two nights, this was the conclusion; Feng Jun planned to activate the Spirit Gathering Array on the third night to compare the difference in cultivation effects between the two environments.

That night there was a slight rain, and Feng Jun carried Mi Yunshan into the mountains after nightfall. Familiar with the path from frequent visits, he could navigate in the dark; the slight muddiness of the mountain road didn’t affect him at all.

When the two reached the center of the Spirit Formation, Feng Jun, protected by Spiritual Energy, was not wet at all, and Mi Yunshan, curled in his arms with a bamboo hat shielding her head, had her stockings and shoes soaked from the knees down.

Feng Jun released a Sun Umbrella and a small table and helped her take off her shoes and stockings.

Stepping out from under the umbrella’s cover, Feng Jun sneered coldly in a certain direction, “Fellow Daoist… haven’t you seen enough yet?”

“Eh,” after a soft exclamation, a figure seemed to float out of nowhere and hang in the air before Feng Jun.

Feng Jun narrowed his eyes: Damn, a Transcend Mortality stage?