Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 446: Chapter 446: Evil Grows at the Edge of Courage

Yu Meiren handled matters with considerable caution—as the only astral phase cultivator of the Yu Family, he didn’t have the luxury of making mistakes.

He had carefully observed for two days, keeping his distance and not hurrying to take action.

Yu Meiren had guessed what cultivation technique the man and woman were practicing, but he didn’t consider the possibility of royal family techniques. In the eyes of a cultivator, what was Donghua Royal Family?

It was common to cultivate such techniques in the cultivation world, focusing on nourishment and supplementation only deviated from the right path. Dual cultivation was the correct way—after all, who would dare call the Great Dao of Yin and Yang heretical? @@novelbin@@

Of course, Yu Meiren had rushed over after hearing from Guo Lianqi, and it was a bit late; he hadn’t seen that Lin Daiyu had been an intermediate-level martial artist, and had just transitioned to the first layer of transcending the mortal coil.

Had he seen that scene, he would certainly have entertained different thoughts, but since it hadn’t happened, there was no point in contemplating it.

Yu Meiren wasn’t particularly interested in dual cultivation techniques; however, since the other party practiced it, he couldn’t take advantage of the fact that the woman was only in the transcendent realm to openly make things difficult for Feng Jun.

After observing for two days, he wanted to get closer to inspect when he suddenly noticed, huh? The Gathering Spirit Array was gone?

It was understandable for the array not to be activated for one night, but there was no activation on the second night either. He grew suspicious and on the third night, he moved much closer.

Yu Meiren had to admit, he truly hadn’t expected his presence to be so easily detected.

But having been discovered, he didn’t flinch; he’d already considered what to do if he got caught.

So he directly pulled out an inspection plate to test the true cultivation level of the other party.

Upon seeing that the other party was indeed only at the third level of Qi refinement, he was greatly relieved. In front of overwhelming power, all else was illusory.

Thus, he directly demanded not only the technique for long-distance communication but also the secret of the Gathering Spirit Array.

“The method for the Gathering Spirit Array?” Feng Jun frowned and narrowed his eyes, “Are you… taking advantage of my Qi Refinement stage?”

“I have no intention of deceiving you,” Yu Meiren raised his hand, and a lasso shot out from his sleeve, binding Feng Jun firmly.

Feng Jun was startled. The sudden move from this astral phase cultivator was truly desperate; he hadn’t had the slightest chance to dodge.

Little did he know, he was thinking too lowly, as the masters of the astral phase were indeed powerful, but Yu Meiren’s combat strength was actually quite average.

The Immortal Binding Rope he used was one of the Yu Family’s town-protecting treasures, famed to bind anything below the Golden Core stage.

What was a Qi-refining practitioner compared to that? He could take down even those in the astral phase!

He usually didn’t carry the Immortal Binding Rope with him, only bringing it for self-defense on this occasion when meeting with strangers.

Although he was certain that the other party was at the third level of Qi refinement, one must go all out even when hunting a rabbit, and since he couldn’t be certain of the other party’s background, he took him down with overwhelming force to avoid any accidents.

Having subdued his opponent, he sneered coldly, “A mere grain of rice dares to address me as a fellow Daoist? Truly courting death.”

After these words, he looked up at Mi Yunshan under the sun umbrella.

Despite appearing weak, Mi Yunshan had a tenacious spirit. She had been stunned by the scene unfolding before her, but even so, she didn’t cry out; she just stood there, silently weeping.

In truth, Yu Meiren was inclined to silence them both, but seeing her quiet and uncomplaining, he couldn’t be bothered—for an astral phase cultivator, someone on the second layer of transcending the mortal coil was no different from an ant.

Although Feng Jun was bound, he didn’t panic. After a brief shock, he asked in a deep voice, “Senior, what is the meaning of this?”

“You finally know to call me senior?” Yu Meiren kicked him into the mud with a lift of his leg, chuckling lightly, “There’s no other meaning, just teaching you a lesson on behalf of your elders.”

“Thank you for the lesson,” Feng Jun said, smiling as he lay in the mud, “May I ask Senior for your name? I should know… who has taught me on behalf of my elders. This great kindness and virtue, I shall never forget.”

His words were clearly sarcastic; by saying this, he meant one thing: dare to reveal your name.

Yu Meiren truly didn’t dare to reveal his name; he knew that the person before him possessed potential highly valued by Wuyou Platform, and there were rumors that this person had obtained an impressive inheritance.

In the world of cultivation, there were numerous secret techniques, and an impressive inheritance naturally involved even more. Already intent on taking by force, Yu Meiren certainly didn’t want his true identity known.

Blood essence, curses, or even Time Rewind—when a clan’s offspring was harmed, such traces often remained, making it easier for family members to seek retribution, and for securing their survival.

Take Yu Changqing for example: carrying a Gathering Spirit Array Plate in the Mortal World was like a three-year-old in a marketplace holding gold.

Yet, those in the know didn’t dare rob her of the plate. Even Inspectors at most would borrow it briefly, not daring to keep it for too long. The reason was simple: the plate bore Wuyou Platform’s mark.

Whoever dared to steal the plate would face Wuyou Platform’s swift retaliation—a fate too grim to contemplate.

Even kidnappers on Earth demanded unmarked old banknotes for ransom; the principle was the same.

Concerned about the other party’s secret techniques, Yu Meiren didn’t dare to divulge his name and instead snorted coldly, “Sword Forging Peak’s Jie Chaoqun!”

Feng Jun understood—Jie Chaoqun was a powerful enemy he couldn’t afford to provoke. So he snorted coldly as well, “So, it’s Senior Jie. I shall remember this lesson you’ve given. May I ask if Senior Jie has any further instructions?”

“No instructions,” Yu Meiren said casually, “This Gathering Spirit Array of yours is suspiciously similar to a grand formation of my Jie Family. What do you have to say for yourself?”

He had decided to kill the youngster, but since he could frame the Jie Family, there was no rush to take his life. What was important was to get the secrets of the Gathering Spirit Array and the method of long-distance communication.

If it weren’t for wanting these two things, would he have gone after someone with no grudges or grievances?

“Hehe,” Feng Jun chuckled softly, rising from the muddy ground, “I’ve seen many shameless people, but today I’ve met the epitome of shamelessness.”

His ruse was discovered! But Yu Meiren wasn’t bothered, confidently smiling thanks to his trust in the Immortal Binding Rope, “I had intended to negotiate, but since you refuse to reveal anything, don’t blame me for offending… Blame your low cultivation level and possessing treasures beyond your strength.”

Feng Jun shifted his body and stood up from the ground, smiling as he spoke, “I know you are not Jie Chaoqun, but if I investigate along the Guos of Pine Cypress Peak, I’ll eventually find you… If you don’t want your whole clan to be implicated, it’s best you be sensible.”

“Hahaha,” Yu Meiren laughed aloud, looking up to the sky, “Your reliance is nothing more than this. No one knew when I left, and the Guo I trapped in the Yin River is at the mercy of my hands.”

“Is that so?” Feng Jun also began to smile, “That means if you can’t return, he is as good as dead?”

Yu Meiren had no intention of killing Guo Lianqi; he just wanted to trap the fellow, preventing others from joining the negotiation.

In fact, Guo had willingly allowed himself to be trapped—before coming to negotiate, he must have made arrangements at home. If anything happens to me, it would certainly be the doing of the Yu Family from Guanquan Valley.

Yu Meiren, hearing these words, wasn’t angered but continued to smile, “Who can prevent me from returning… Is it you?”

Feng Jun, bound by the Immortal Binding Rope, smiled fearlessly, “Is it a magic artifact or magical treasure, and have you refined it?”

“Of course I’ve refined it,” Yu Meiren briefly paused, then smiled again, speaking with interest, “I’ll allow you to call for help, but… is it possible?”

He didn’t believe that just because he had refined the magical treasure, it could betray his identity.

Such secret techniques… might exist, but it was unlikely he’d be that unlucky.

But at the next moment, he reached out to grab the other party, “It seems we’ll need to change locations for our chat…”

However, he had only extended his hand halfway when a mouthful of fresh blood suddenly sprayed out, “Pff.”

Feng Jun inquired whether the other party had refined the artifact, not because he wanted to track down his roots through the magical treasure—he didn’t have that ability.

He just knew that once a refined magical treasure lost its connection with its owner, it would backlash.

A backlash was good; it gave him a chance to retaliate.

So he decisively chanted in his mind, “Exit!”

The next moment, he was back in modern society. He assumed that the rope binding him would return with him, just like his clothes, but upon reaching this plane, he believed the other party couldn’t continue to control the rope—it would fall off, right?

Regrettably, the rope… did not come back with him.

Feng Jun instantly regained his freedom and couldn’t help but be slightly stunned: Is this how I free myself?

That was not the outcome he wanted because if he re-entered the mobile phone realm, he would still be bound.

Then he began to panic: Does that mean I can only enter the mobile phone realm again after ascending to the detachment stage?

He calmed himself down, grabbed a plate of sunflower seeds, and cracked half a plate before picking up a specially-made poison pill from the Yu Family, placing it in his mouth—the kind that could spray poison when bit down on.

As for a cultivator in the detachment phase potentially getting the poison spat back at him, he wasn’t very concerned; if the worst came to worst and he failed, he could just come back!

After all, as long as he mentally commanded to exit, he could return to reality.

He picked up his mobile phone and tapped it, “Here we go~”

The next instant, he was back in the phone realm, only to witness the other party spewing out a mouthful of fresh blood.

“What… what’s going on?”

He was still not over the shock when the rope that had been tightly binding him suddenly loosened.

The eyes can be deceived, but the Immortal Binding Rope, being an active tracking-type magical treasure, would backlash directly at the owner once it lost its target, even if that meant crossing dimensions.

The mouthful of fresh blood that Yu Meiren sprayed out was not unjust; the Immortal Binding Rope had truly met its nemesis.

Feng Jun hadn’t thought that far ahead. As soon as he felt the rope loosen, he struggled fiercely, freeing his left hand as the other party reached out to grab him.

At this critical juncture, there was no time for him to think. He lifted his left hand and firmly grasped the outstretched hand of the other party.

A grab from a cultivator in the detachment phase was astonishingly powerful. Feng Jun felt a stuffiness in his chest as if he was about to spurt out blood, and his left hand felt as if it was about to explode.

Bearing the discomfort, he fiercely held onto the other’s hand, mentally chanting, “Exit~!”

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