Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 465: Chapter 465 Telekinesis

Liu Xiaoxuan argued with the people of Chaoge for a long time, and in the end, begrudgingly accepted five thousand yuan, her face showing her displeasure.

She had a reason to be unhappy. Who wouldn’t cherish a new car? Even if it went through a dirty puddle, one would still feel heartache for a day or two; but after driving it for three to five years, a few scratches wouldn’t matter.

The people of Chaoge also understood her feelings and didn’t quibble with her—anyone who has bought a new car would understand this sentiment.

Then the topic shifted to the release of those people from Chaoge. Mou Miao shamelessly asserted, “This has nothing to do with me, they attacked President Feng, go talk to him.”

Liu Xiaoxuan couldn’t quite accept it: How did my strapping Mou Miao turn out this way?

In reality, Mou Miao had been honest from the beginning, but being honest doesn’t mean one lacks resentment. Knowing he was too soft-hearted to reject some requests, he had no choice but to become shameless—let them talk to someone else.

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However, was President Feng someone they could easily contact?

Eventually, the people of Chaoge got in touch with Sister Hong, and after some hard bargaining, they coughed up another five hundred thousand yuan before she agreed to release the people.

Is five hundred thousand a lot? Not really, but for the representatives of the city government to shell out such a sum in a negotiation for peace, it was quite humiliating.

Fortunately, it was easy to write off such an amount in almost any account.

But this money couldn’t secure the release of the deputy leader— who dared to easily let go of someone who stole a police officer’s issued gun?

Nevertheless, the people of Chaoge didn’t care, considering it a success as long as they got most of the people back.

What about that state-owned enterprise? To have the city fall into such a passive situation—you’re on your own. @@novelbin@@

Therefore, the tragedy continued, and comparatively, the Xu Family faced even more difficulties than the state-owned enterprise.

Lao San and Lao Si of the Xu Family were successively sued. During the proceedings, they spent a fortune, but unfortunately, their opponents were also willing to spend, and they had much more money than the Xu’s.

In the end, they managed to get a suspended sentence only after compensating for some of the other party’s losses.

As for whether the remaining money needed to be compensated—that was left unmentioned for the time being. After all, the Xu Family was used to being shameless and would decide based on the situation.

However, when these two brothers sat down and crunched the numbers, they realized that the money they had made from Mou Miao had been not only spent but gone into a deficit of five hundred thousand—if all compensations were to be carried out, they would be in debt of seven hundred thousand.

The Xu Family also lost a life!

Lao San sighed and grudgingly said, “If I could do it over, I would rather have never met Mou Miao!”

Indeed, he never considered that he might have done anything wrong.

These were all later concerns. For Feng Jun, once the people of Chaoge had delivered the Boiler Camel Motorcycle, he could consider the matter closed.

After that, Mou Miao and Liu Xiaoxuan moved away from the manor—as the people of Chaoge had promised that the matter would be dropped, it wouldn’t be appropriate for them to stay there indefinitely.

In fact, on the second day after they left, they went to Yuyuan. Mou Miao found a few manufacturers there to continue producing Boiler Camel Motorcycles. The industrial level of Yuyuan wasn’t quite as high as Chaoge’s, but it wasn’t much worse either, and fulfilling the current orders shouldn’t be a problem.

After another week, Sister Hong also advanced to the first level of stepping beyond the mundane, while Zhang Caixin had now reached the pinnacle of the third level of the same.

Moving from the third to the fourth level is a minor threshold and cannot be crossed in one leap.

Even so, the growth of her cultivation level was terrifying enough.

Life at the Feng family residence softened somewhat, as Feng Jing’s mother-in-law went on a trip, so Feng Jing couldn’t stay away from home all the time; she had to be there for at least two days every week.

It was precisely because she appeared less often that Sister Hong was able to advance to the first level of stepping beyond the mundane more quickly.

After Sister Hong entered the first level, Feng Jun handed her a Storage Bag to try, but really, there were no anomalies this time—she couldn’t use it.

When they tried Zhang Caixin’s Storage Talisman, she had no trouble with it.

Zhang Caixin complained that Sister Hong was wasting the durability of the Storage Talisman, and Feng Jun had to step in to mediate, saying he would get her a few more later, and not to quarrel over such a trivial matter; cultivation was what mattered most.

That very night, while Sister Hong and Feng Jun were cultivating together, she couldn’t help but ask again how much longer it would be until she could get a Storage Talisman?

Feng Jun, having benefited greatly from the Dragon Phoenix Supreme, had also seen his path to advancing to the fourth layer of Qi Refinement loosen. If it weren’t for the warnings of the Devouring Primordial Heaven Technique, demanding he wait at least three months, he would have plans to advance now.

Feng Jun had made up his mind that he wouldn’t return to the world of the mobile phone until he reached the sixth layer of Qi Refinement. Not just because of the heavy karma associated with Jie Chaoqun, but also because Yu Changqing’s mentor seemed somewhat dangerous to him.

So his answer to Sister Hong was: At least half a year.

For once, Sister Hong showed a girlish charm: You’re making me remember how I felt as a child when I anticipated wearing new clothes for the New Year.

Her coyness once again stirred Feng Jun’s desire…

Feng Jun’s current cultivation level was no longer suitable for cultivating within the Spirit Gathering Array; otherwise, once he broke through his bottleneck, he would violate the prohibitions of the Devouring Primordial Heaven Technique.

However, during this time, he had not been idle. Every day, he pondered over talismans in his room, and in his spare time, he would cultivate a technique from the Storage Ring called “Heaven and Earth Psychic”.

This was a cultivation technique for Divine Sense, which was the application of one’s divine consciousness outside the body. Cultivators could only produce external divine consciousness after reaching the Detachment stage, so at first, he didn’t care much about it.

But then he glanced over it and discovered that as long as the divine consciousness was strong enough, it could be developed outside the body even during the Qi Refinement Realm.

And the preface of “Heaven and Earth Psychic” was precisely about how to cultivate divine consciousness externally.

Feng Jun wasn’t content with this. He believed his divine consciousness was strong enough—after all, a main character’s perks.

So, he gave it a try and found that there might be a way, and then he began to attempt refining his divine sense.

What he didn’t realize was that for cultivators who took the martial path to enlightenment, the divine consciousness was generally very strong; indeed, it was difficult to cross the threshold without a firm belief.

Feng Jun just happily discovered that checking into “People Nearby” on his mobile phone occasionally, or tending to the “Farm” could effectively strengthen his divine consciousness.

Then he realized that when he entered mobile apps, he couldn’t use his physical body, so, of course, it was his divine consciousness that was being strengthened—the theory was sound.

Yet cultivating divine sense was quite painful, and if it was used too much, recovery would be very slow. This was something that couldn’t be replenished by spiritual energy alone.

Suddenly, he discovered with delight that the Dragon Phoenix Supreme Heart Method could effectively restore divine consciousness.

This heart method was truly magical; after cultivating it, not only could he efficiently raise his cultivation level and invigorate his spirit, it also relieved his body’s negative states comprehensively, and even his divine consciousness recovered quickly.

Seven days later, his divine consciousness could finally extend outside of his body. Although he could only move a lighter an inch away, there was no doubt, he had done it.

This discovery made him extremely excited: this thing was really interesting.

But for the following half-day, he suffered as if years were dragging by, his head pounding to the point of explosion until Feng Jing rushed over from the city in the evening. Without saying a word, he dragged her to the back building to ease his own negative state.

It was only half past eight in the evening by then, and Feng Jing had been at a banquet in the city before coming over.

Sister Hong was looking at her mobile phone on the second floor of the back building. Seeing the two of them bustling into the room and then locking the door, she couldn’t help but snort coldly, thinking, do you really need to be that eager?

If it weren’t for my period last night, would you even have the chance to increase your cultivation level?

In fact, the back building was now vaguely included in the edge of the Spirit Gathering Array. Sometimes Sister Hong and Feng Jing stayed there, cultivating with him the Dragon Phoenix Supreme—there was no big difference compared to cultivating in the pavilion, as they required very little spiritual energy.

As for Zhang Caixin, she would always cultivate in the pavilion as she was sensitive to the concentration of spiritual energy—knowing it was greater here, she would definitely choose this place.

Indeed, this was the proper attitude of a cultivator: seizing the best conditions for cultivation and practicing without wasting a second.

The next morning, Feng Jun asked Feng Jing, feeling refreshed, “Are you coming back tonight?”

“Tonight… we’ll see,” Feng Jing lay there and lazily replied, “I have a meeting in the afternoon, and if it runs late, I’ll still need to dine with the inspecting leaders. After ten, I don’t want to drive over. I might as well go home to give mom some peace of mind.”

Hearing that she might not come over in the evening and that he would not be able to continue cultivating “Heaven and Earth Psychic”, Feng Jun felt a bit disheartened—if he cultivated it today and ended up with a headache again, he would just have to tough it out.

But if he didn’t cultivate that, he still had other options, such as the Essence Blood Talisman Technique.

Currently, he was delving into three types of talismans: the Thunderclap Talisman, the Sweet Dew Talisman, and the Essence Blood Warning Amulet.

The Sweet Dew Talisman was the first one he started to ponder, but then he shifted his focus to the Thunderclap Talisman, especially after mastering the Falling Thunder Technique. He felt the Thunderclap Talisman wasn’t that difficult anymore, and he was just a step away from getting it right.

But now, he felt that the Essence Blood Talisman Technique was easier to master, as it was a family heirloom technique.

The Thunderclap Talisman and Sweet Dew Talisman were basic talismans. Although they have a wider audience, the Essence Blood Talisman Technique was generally used within the clan and didn’t require a high level of expertise, so it was easier to master.

He felt that he was almost in control of the Essence Blood Warning Amulet.

The tricky part, however, was that drawing the talisman required one’s essence blood.

Since his cultivation did not need spiritual energy, he spent a lot of his time not in the bamboo forest or the backyard but in the small pavilion by Pump One—that was where Elder Jiang had been treated.

In the peak of summer, although there were some white clouds overhead, the heat was unbearable. Although Feng Jun was drawing talismans in the pavilion and surrounded by heat, he was only at the Third Level of Qi Refinement and couldn’t endure it without circulating his Qi.

By noon, he felt somewhat unwell and decided to go to the gatehouse to sit and have a couple of ice creams—he had just equipped the gatehouse with a refrigerator a few days ago.

After walking only a short distance, a luxurious bus sped from afar and stopped at the gatehouse. A person jumped off the bus, “Brothers, I beg you, there’s someone poisoned at home… seeking President Feng.”

(Update up to here, calling for monthly tickets.)