Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 450: Chapter 450: Shedding Mortality

Zhang Caixin didn’t argue with her sister but walked straight over to Feng Jun.

She lifted her hand and took the bamboo shoot from his hand, “Brother Jun…I want to cultivate, can I?”

Feng Jun glanced at her, then looked at Sister Hong, and said with a smile, “Finally made up your mind?”

“I’ve decided long ago,” Zhang Caixin also looked at her sister somewhat defiantly, “You invited me last winter.”

Sister Hong’s face instantly darkened, “Last winter… the two of you discussed this?”

Feng Jun stroked his chin and pondered, “There isn’t a cultivation technique that’s quite right for you… can you wait two years?”

When he mentioned two years, he wasn’t being vague; he genuinely meant two years, as he had decided that he would try to avoid visiting the mobile phone realm unless necessary— it would be relatively safer to do so once he could advance to the Ascendant phase.

Therefore, he believed that he might not be able to collect a suitable cultivation technique for her in the short term.

“Huh?” Zhang Caixin tilted her head to look at him, her long lashes fluttering, “Haven’t you already started teaching my sister how to cultivate?”

“Uh-huh!” Sister Hong coughed loudly, took out a pack of ladies’ cigarettes from her purse, lit one, and looked around as if nothing was wrong, but her heart was filled with great resentment: Could it be you also want to do yoga with him?

Feng Jun didn’t want to explain, discussing the details with a little girl was too much like hustling, especially… with Sister Hong present.

He thought for a moment and then asked, “Do you really want to cultivate?”

“Yes,” Zhang Caixin nodded decisively, then paused before adding, “I think I’m stronger than my sister.”

“Cough cough,” Sister Hong choked on the smoke, becoming furious, “You don’t know anything, and yet you’re stronger than me?”

Feng Jun glanced at her, flipped his wrist, and a stack of papers appeared in his hand, “Then take a look at this when you get back.”

Sister Hong hurriedly took two steps forward, peered at the papers, and was immediately stunned, “The Book of Five Elements Transcendence… what is this?”

Feng Jun glanced at her and replied straightforwardly, “A cultivation path technique, direct cultivation.”

“I can cultivate directly?” Sister Hong pointed at him with a hand and her face flushed with red, “You little… you little scoundrel!”

So there were techniques that allowed direct cultivation! You tricked me into doing yoga with you?

A sly smile appeared on Feng Jun’s face, “Caixin really has good aptitude, and can directly cultivate, but Sister Hong, to be honest… I need to help you adjust a bit.”

“Adjust…” Sister Hong clenched her teeth in secret, and with great effort, squeezed out a smile, “Sister Hong can help you loosen up your bones too!”

“You see, I knew it, my aptitude is good,” Zhang Caixin jumped up happily, “How good is my aptitude, Feng Jun?”

“That…” Feng Jun thought for a moment, “About the same as that crow.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Caixin’s face immediately sunk, “That’s too much, and here I am calling you Brother Jun.”

“Alright,” Feng Jun waved his hand dismissively, too lazy to argue, “Forget I said anything; you’ll understand what I mean later.”

“I understand now,” Zhang Caixin glanced sideways at her sister, “My sister is not even as good as a crow… is that what you mean?”

Sister Hong’s face turned as black as a crow: Are you courting death in a different way?

“Forget it,” Feng Jun stretched out his hand, one truly shouldn’t spoil a brat, “Give back the cultivation technique.”

Neither of the sisters took his words seriously, Sister Hong flipped through a few pages, “I also want to practice this, to follow the cultivation path.”

Feng Jun glanced at her and said indifferently, “The Master said, teach according to a student’s ability.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Caixin burst into laughter, laughing so hard she ended up squatting on the ground, “The Master also said: Rotten wood cannot be carved.”

“You feel accomplished mocking me?” Sister Hong glared at her fiercely, then shouted, “Caixin, your classmate, you’re showing too much skin!”

Zhang Caixin quickly covered her chest, looked down, then glared at her sister, “You’re lying!”

“I’m not lying,” Sister Hong looked up at the sky, “Hot pants so short, tank tops so low… it’s just a matter of time.”

Anyway, the sisters were just bickering, as Lu Xiaoning watered her plants, she treated the three of them as if they were invisible.

That very night, Sister Hong advanced to the initial level of martial artist in the bamboo forest.

Her reaction was much more intense than a pleasant view, and upon discovering that she had cultivated inner energy, she immediately asked Feng Jun with joy: How long will it take me to advance to the intermediate level of martial artist?

There really is such a large difference between people.

Feng Jun finally found a bit of confidence in himself from his former boss: I knew it, this cultivation business, how could I beg others to cultivate? They should be the ones begging me!

By the next afternoon, the Spirit Gathering Array in the backyard was filled with significantly more spiritual energy.

It’s strange to say, but when Feng Jun set up the first Spirit Gathering Array, attracting those free-floating spiritual energies was indeed not easy.

However, after the spiritual energy gathered, it dissipated much more slowly, and the subsequent arrays attracted spiritual energy much faster than the first time, this time being no exception.

Feng Jun felt that perhaps some sort of adhesive effect had been generated at this location, which made the spiritual energy arrive much faster.

Regardless, it was a good thing. At 4 p.m., Zhang Caixin, clutching the Book of Five Elements Transcendence, went to find Feng Jun. She felt she had almost grasped it and could hardly wait to start cultivating.

How could Feng Jun let her be so reckless? He inevitably pointed out a few difficulties to test her understanding.

Turns out, she really was a natural when it came to cultivation, or maybe because of her interest, she had studied the cultivation technique thoroughly. She grasped even the difficult parts without much of a problem.

Feng Jun was somewhat perplexed, “No way, with your literary talent, you’re going for an arts exam?”

Zhang Caixin answered with pride, “I don’t like rote memorization, nor do I like math and science. Isn’t the arts exam much more relaxing?”

Alright, one must admit, the one-child policy really did bring up too many spoiled kids.

Feng Jun didn’t let her continue her smugness, though. He corrected some of her misunderstandings—not because he hadn’t made mistakes in his initial understanding, but as someone who had been through it all, he could offer more rational advice reflecting on his own experience in cultivation.

After their exchange, it was almost 5 p.m. Zhang Caixin looked at him eagerly, “Can I start cultivating now?”

“Wait until it gets dark,” Feng Jun didn’t want to cause too much commotion, “by then, it’ll be fine with your sister watching.”

That night’s cultivation took place directly in the backyard. Feng Jun told his three disciples that aside from when he was in seclusion, the bamboo forest was theirs—however, they must control the time they spent cultivating.

The villa’s backyard had light strips, which Feng Jun switched on, and had Zhang Caixin sit cross-legged on the stone table inside the pavilion.

Sister Hong and he both stayed at the edge of the Spirit Gathering Array, silently watching her.

It wasn’t long before someone walked up behind them. It was none other than Feng Jing, “What is Xiao Zhang doing?”

She hadn’t intended to pay much attention to these sisters, but seeing this scene, she became genuinely curious and came out of her room.

Feng Jun responded solemnly, “She’s cultivating.”

Feng Jing had thought Zhang Caixin had chosen the path of the three male disciples and couldn’t help but ask curiously, “Doesn’t she find martial cultivation arduous?”

Sister Hong glanced at her upon hearing this. Her sister, she could criticize, but others, not so much. “She’s on the Cultivation Path, starting right from the get-go.”

“Eh?” Feng Jing admitted she was a bit confused, “Isn’t it martial cultivation first, then the Cultivation Path?”

Sister Hong couldn’t hide her pride as she answered, “Her talent is excellent. Feng Jun said she’s a natural-born cultivator.”

Feng Jing didn’t pay it much heed, simply nodding, “Oh, that’s really great.”

Just then, Feng Jun let out a soft exhale and spoke in a hushed tone, “Be careful, watch.”

The next moment, the spiritual energy in the air seemed to tremble slightly and then returned to normal, as if the trembling were just an illusion.

But with his warning, both Feng Jing and Sister Hong noticed the detail.

Sister Hong glanced at her watch and couldn’t help but be amazed, “No way, just over half an hour… and she’s already at the first level of Transcendence?”

The corner of Feng Jun’s mouth twitched. Holy cow, is this what top-notch talent looks like?

Mi Yunshan, who also had the talent to be guided by an Immortal Family, struggled to reach the first level of Transcendence. Yu Changqing, with slightly better talent, was guided in his youth, and now was only at the eighth level of Transcendence.

Yet Zhang Caixin, without any prior cultivation, was half a step into Transcendence, and after just over half an hour, she officially entered the first level of Transcendence, using the rather common Book of Five Elements Transcendence.

The existence of such people was simply to demoralize others’ passion for cultivation, right?

At that moment, Feng Jun even felt a pang of regret—did he choose the wrong cultivation technique for her?

If he had started her off with the Tai Chi Breathing Technique, making her begin with martial cultivation, wouldn’t that have been better?

This was typical enthusiasm upon seeing prey; seeing that she might keep up with his pace of cultivation, he wanted her to follow the path he had taken. That way, he could ensure her success to the greatest extent.

However, upon further thought, who could guarantee that the path he had cultivated was the most reasonable one?

Upon hearing this, Feng Jing’s mouth also twitched slightly, “Is she really at the first level of Transcendence?”

Contrary to her usual demeanor, which did not seem competitive, anyone who thought that would be grossly mistaken.

She simply hid her competitive spirit well. Having been in the system for so long, she was reluctant to quibble over trifles—her life’s big picture was already set, and the real deal was to enjoy life in a timely manner, without seeking trouble.@@novelbin@@

Now, in her heart, she was quite discontent: I’ve cultivated for so long and am only at the intermediate level of a martial artist. To transition to the first level of Transcendence, I have to switch to another cultivation technique, and even Feng Jun can’t estimate how long it will take for me to succeed.

This young girl simply cultivated for a mere half-hour and directly reached the first level of Transcendence. How can this be bearable?

Zhang Caixin was blissfully unaware of their feelings. When the first strand of internal energy arose in her Dantian, she felt her whole body begin to warm up, plunging into an indescribable state.

It was not pleasure or comfort, but rather… a transcendent feeling, like being reborn.

It was like a butterfly struggling to break free from its cocoon, or as if sitting on a high platform, looking down at the multitude below.

That is the true sensation of initially entering Transcendence. Feng Jun had never experienced Transcendence, and when Mi Yunshan entered Transcendence, it was in a rather shy manner and position, without such a feeling.

To cast off the mundane and henceforth be different—this is Transcendence!