Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 447: Chapter 447: Touching the Corpse (Summoning June’s Guaranteed Monthly Ticket)

Under the rainy night sky of Mount Zhige, Mi Yunshan personally witnessed the fierce battle between the Divine Doctor and a cultivator at the level of transcending worldliness.

She did not know what cultivation level Feng Jun really possessed. Many people said he could be at the transcending worldliness stage or even at the Golden Core Stage as an Immortal, but others said he was merely a Qi-Refining Practitioner at the third level.

In her heart, she was indeed curious, but generally speaking, the third level of Qi Refinement was already an existence far beyond her reach.

To tell the truth, when she heard the other party confirm that the Divine Doctor was at the third level of Qi Refinement and that this suddenly appearing elder was at the stage of transcending worldliness, she didn’t even feel fear—An elder at the stage of transcending worldliness? Was she actually fortunate enough to meet one?

What followed was completely beyond her expectations; this person actually came to force a trade!

However, upon reflection, this seemed rather normal. If it were not for this reason, why would such a prestigious cultivator be skulking around secretly on such a rainy night?

Feng Jun’s reaction was also unexpected: he was not afraid of the opponent and dared to openly mock and challenge them.

In summary, for a certain period, Mi Yunshan was in a state of bewilderment, failing to comprehend how things developed in such a manner.

Of course, Sister Lin was just a bit confused and not truly foolish. When Feng Jun was bound by the Immortal Binding Rope, she fully realized that they had encountered the legendary robbery and murder.

She remained quite calm and was particularly capable of restraining impulse, so she just silently watched without making any noise.

In fact, she hadn’t completely despaired, because after the Divine Doctor was bound, his words still seemed… quite confident.

And the transcendent being on the other side was obviously very wary of the Divine Doctor’s background, even pretending to be Jie Chaoqun of the Sword Forging Peak.

However, this person was not foolish either. After discussing the relationship between magical treasures and their refinement, he made a direct move.

At that moment, Mi Yunshan’s heart nearly jumped out of her throat—Was it really over? Was it all coming to an end?

She was very clear that if the Divine Doctor were to fall, her own demise would be inevitable.

However, what happened next was abrupt and unexpected; the impressive cultivator at the stage of transcending worldliness suddenly spat out blood.

Then she saw the Divine Doctor, who was securely bound, actually raise his hand and meet the opponent’s palm.

All this happened too fast, and once again she fell into a daze, with only one thought left in her mind: Divine Doctor, my man, you must win.

Meanwhile, Feng Jun, holding Yu Meiren in his hand, appeared in the room, snorting coldly, “I told you you’re courting death!”

The expert at the transcending worldliness stage in his hand was already breathless, his eyes wide open in death, with a sneer still lingering at the edges of his mouth.

“Whew,” Feng Jun exhaled deeply, but inadvertently triggered the injury in his chest, bringing a sweetness to his throat.

He had a mouthful of blood that reached his lips, but he forcefully swallowed it back down, tasting a hint of blood in his mouth.

Only then did he realize that his whole body was weak, and at that moment, he could no longer stand and collapsed heavily into a chair.

He breathed heavily for a few moments before pulling out a cigarette to light it. He took a drag, feeling a burning sensation in his lungs, followed by a violent cough.

He covered his mouth with his hand, and after a few coughs, he looked to see that his palm had acquired a spray of fine blood spots.

“Even the capillaries in my lungs have burst,” he couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.

He smoked the cigarette while coughing, finishing it amid his fits.

After the cigarette, his mind had more or less calmed down. He then bent down to check the body that claimed to be “Jie Chaoqun”, finding the corpse still warm.

Disposing of a body in this plane was quite difficult, Feng Jun thought carefully, should he move it to another dimension?

It seemed that moving it there was also not quite appropriate, after all, it was about the disappearance of a transcendent cultivator.

If there were any secret techniques for tracking, it could be a big problem. @@novelbin@@

After thinking for a while, he decided to first hide the body somewhere in the Earth Realm, but definitely not in the villa.

At that moment, he felt something was wrong. He circulated the spiritual energy within his body, which, although hindered a lot, seemed… with a few days of rest, should probably pose no problem.

Then he took out his mobile phone, planning to check the status of “people nearby” to facilitate the hiding of the body.

However, just as he extended his left hand to touch the mobile phone, his eyes narrowed sharply, “Damn it…”

The mark on his left wrist was no longer red, but a very faint blue, so dim that it was not easy to recognize unless one looked closely.

Could it be? Transporting a transcendent cultivator actually consumed so much energy?

But upon further consideration, he felt it was not strange. The little energy he had saved up could not be used for even a few Spirit Stones, yet he managed to take out a transcendent expert; the cost-effectiveness was still quite good.

However, looking at the barely discernible mark, he was somewhat unsure whether the remaining energy was enough to enter the mobile phone realm again, especially since it had been a very long time since he had to deal with a lack of energy points.

Then he remembered something else: killing a Qi Refinement Realm cultivator with those energy points really was worth it, but to fully replenish those points, he couldn’t rely on just charging them up—wouldn’t that take a few hundred days?

Charging with Spirit Stones would also be a loss, even if they were in the process of condensation. To him, they were still of great use.

The next moment, his gaze fell back to the corpse on the ground: surely this guy didn’t come here empty-handed, right?

Looting a corpse… This kind of thing is usually Lang Zhen’s job, but obviously, he couldn’t just take the corpse into the mobile phone plane to find Lang Zhen.

So, he had to do it himself.

Feng Jun had a certain aversion to looting corpses, but at that moment, he couldn’t care less and stripped the person completely—damn, truly uncomfortable. Wouldn’t a beautiful woman be better than this rough man?

But then he found… there was truly a surprise, a huge surprise.

Firstly, the person had a Storage Bag tucked at his waist, yes, a real Storage Bag. The color wasn’t very pretty—shit yellow—but the twenty square meters space and three meters height of storage was enough to make one overlook its color.

This was a Storage Bag with sixty cubic meters of space.

Feng Jun had researched the issue of Storage Bags in the mobile phone plane.

Generally speaking, a storage Talisman that can be used ten times usually won’t exceed five cubic meters, and the Storage Bag used by a Qi-Refining Disciple is perhaps even smaller than the space of a storage Talisman—after all, those bags have higher durability.

Even so, not all Qi Refinement practitioners own a Storage Bag—in absolute terms, there are many more Qi-Refining Practitioners without a Storage Bag than those with one.

Yu Changqing once said that most Qi-Refining Disciples use storage Talismans, but compared to the inferior ones used in the Secular World, the storage Talismans in a cultivator’s hands could last thirty to fifty uses.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun couldn’t help but think mischievously: That’s quite normal. If everyone used Storage Bags and they rarely got damaged, it would crash someone’s business.

Just like the rumor that when light bulbs were first invented on Earth, they could last 2,500 hours. The inventors painstakingly worked countless days and nights and eventually managed to reduce their lifespan to 1,500 hours.

If light bulbs lasted too long, the manufacturers would go bankrupt—not conducive to the flow of wealth.

This is getting off-topic. Anyway, according to Yu Changqing, among Wuyou Platform’s Qi-Refining Disciples, only two possessed Storage Bags with a capacity of twenty cubic meters.

So this sixty cubic meter Storage Bag was the first big surprise.

The second big surprise was the numerous items in the deceased’s Storage Bag—it’s obvious, isn’t it? If it doesn’t hold items, can it even be called a Storage Bag?

There were plenty of daily necessities in the Storage Bag, but they were daily necessities for a Qi Refinement Realm cultivator. In Donghua Country’s secular realm, these would be rarely seen.

For example, the Ice Silkworm Tents, which are extremely cool to sleep in, make one feel none of the summer heat.

Or take the Spirit Beast Meat, which is greatly nourishing for Martial Cultivators, rarely seen but a staple for Qi Refinement Realm cultivators.

The most typical examples are the grains like Spirit Rice, Spirit Wheat, and Spirit Valley. These crops do not grow in the Secular World, but cultivators in the Qi Refinement Realm couldn’t possibly eat secular grains, which are too impure.

In the Storage Bag, there was over half a ton of Spirit Beast Meat, about half a ton each of Spirit Rice and Spirit Wheat, and a little less of Spirit Valley—maybe two to three hundred catties.

Besides that, there were various other daily objects, about a dozen spell books, and over a hundred Spirit Stones.

He had struck it rich, struck it extremely rich! Feng Jun was truly overjoyed, I knew it, a Qi Refinement Realm cultivator couldn’t possibly be too poor.

He counted carefully; there were 116 Spirit Stones in total, just the change was enough to compensate for his loss of energy points.

There were fourteen spell books, nine of them on the subject of talismans, with four on the Essence Blood Talisman Technique. The other five books were on different talismanic studies.

After looking over them, Feng Jun understood. With so many spell books, it was very likely that the individual had wanted to trade with him.

Looking further, it turns out to be true. The other books were similar Dharma secrets, including the Tracking Technique of the Niu Family from Pine Cypress Peak, but alas, there was no Thunder Technique from the Fang Family of Guanquan Valley.

The one who intended on robbing turned out to be the one who was robbed. Feng Jun found it somewhat amusing, but then again, isn’t that just how things go?

Beyond that, there were also several bottles of elixirs, one long blade of magic artifact grade, and one purplish-gold sword of magical treasure grade.

“No talismans,” Feng Jun murmured softly, “what a pauper!”

He wished to find some defensive talismans, not for himself, but to give to his parents—he had the Stone Ring, which was enough for him.

Things like the Golden Armor Charm are activated proactively, but he hoped for a triggered defensive talisman to better ensure his parents’ safety.

The Qi Refinement Realm cultivator didn’t have any good defensive items, not even the Flood Dragon Silk Soft Armor.

After pondering for most of the night, Feng Jun discovered that the red pendant on the individual’s chest seemed to have some effect, the Qingmu Hair Bun on his head seemed to be no ordinary item, and then there were the Cloud Shoes under his feet.

But what intrigued him most was the ancient silver ring on the person’s hand—a Storage Ring!

(First update of June, calling for the guaranteed monthly tickets.)