Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 501: 501

The short guy didn’t have a weapon, but he was pretty tough, holding on to someone and refusing to let go, getting beaten until his face was swollen and bruised.

In the end, it was only after his arm was broken that the three people were able to get away.

The three thieves were annoyed, originally they had planned to just grab the stuff and run. Seeing the situation, they boldly went into the gate and stole a motorcycle next to the guard booth before making a hasty escape.

After they fled, Gao Mengang quickly picked up the walkie-talkie to call for help, which means that at this moment, those three weren’t far away.

“Don’t call for help,” Feng Jun spoke rapidly, then made his way behind the guard booth, pushing out a motorcycle, “You with the broken arm go to the hospital and say you fell. Just ask Gao Qiang for the money… And Lao Jiang, keep an eye on the gate.”

After finishing his speech, he jumped on the motorcycle and zoomed off. The two men at the guard booth exchanged a glance, both filled with deep confusion, “That motorcycle… did he just come out on a motorcycle?”

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Feng Jun could faintly sense the spiritual energy ahead; although the others were moving fast, they couldn’t be more than five kilometers away from him.

If he pushed his spiritual energy to sprint in the short term, he’d definitely be faster than a motorcycle, but even then, five kilometers would still take him a while to chase, so he just locked onto the leaking spiritual energy and rode the motorcycle in hot pursuit.

That’s right, those guys were too good at stealing, they even managed to steal that “Spirit Stone in the midst of condensing”!

As Feng Jun chased after them, he felt the Spirit Stone was getting closer—had the vehicle stopped?

After stopping for a brief moment, the Spirit Stone started moving again, at what seemed like an even faster pace.

Feng Jun was shocked, stopped and put away the motorcycle, then took to the air in pursuit.

Running on the ground would have saved more spiritual energy, but he had no choice as he was about to enter an area monitored by the Skynet surveillance system.

After chasing for about five minutes, he finally caught up with the Spirit Stone. Looking down from a higher vantage point, he couldn’t help but squint his eyes, “Switched to a car?”

It was early morning, around five a.m., and it was raining. There were few cars on the road, and this pickup truck was speeding along, with Feng Jun’s lost materials scattered in the back.

Not only the lost materials, but there were also some odd items, like pieces of bamboo root rock—obviously, the thieves just took items that looked unusual and did not understand what was actually valuable.

Feng Jun thought for a moment, then took out two fist-sized rocks, wrapped them in Divine Sense, and placed them on the road ahead.

The pickup truck was speeding and couldn’t stop when it saw the rocks—due to the slippery road from the rain, it didn’t dare to brake and ran over them directly.

The vehicle jolted violently, then hit the second rock.

As a result, the pickup swerved off to the roadside and plunged down from the elevated road.

The roadside here was more than a meter higher than the adjacent farmland, and the car flipped over completely.

The people inside were bruised and bleeding from the impact, and the items from the trough were scattered all around.

Feng Jun landed behind a house not far away, changed his appearance, took out an umbrella, and walked over.

By the time he reached the site, the back door of the car was kicked open and someone staggered out, face covered in blood, “Fellow… fellow villager, help me.”

Feng Jun looked at him, his eyebrows knitting in confusion, “What are you… doing?”

“We’re from the Forestry Bureau…” the man replied weakly, fresh blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth, “We’re returning from official duties and had a car accident.”

Feng Jun grinned, “Official duties at just past five in the morning… Are you joking?”

The man was too dazed to notice Feng Jun’s schadenfreude. He only knew that the onlooker might want to just watch the excitement and thus shouted loudly, “Hurry and save people… open the car door, we will give you money, a lot of money!”

Feng Jun peered inside the vehicle, his voice tinged with mockery, “Oh, four people? The driver is still conscious and making a phone call… Are you calling 120?”

The presence of an extra person was a bit of a surprise to him—was there a backup outside?

The man became enraged, stepped forward, and grabbed hold of him, yelling, “Hurry up and save them! I’ll give you money!”

“Go to hell,” Feng Jun retorted as he punched the man right in the temple, sending a slight burst of inner Qi into the blow—the man might not die, but he’d be an idiot from then on.

Of course, that wasn’t the end. Seeing the man collapse limply, Feng Jun searched his body, pocketing over two thousand dollars; he left the broken mobile phone.

The driver finished his call just in time to witness this scene, screaming furiously, “What are you doing!”

“What am I doing? I’m picking up money!” Feng Jun casually walked up to the car, dragging another person out from the back seat.

Upon seeing the person’s face, he froze for a moment: wasn’t this… Lao Han’s cousin?

Lao Han was a mason in the manor, also good at carpentry and electrical work, and part-time purchasing for the canteen. He didn’t talk much but was clever, the kind who was subtle but able in many ways, and he was also proficient at planting trees.

However, Lao Han had twisted his ankle while working a while back and went home to rest, sending his eighteen-year-old cousin to cover for him.

Seeing Xiao Han, Feng Jun guessed who the inside traitor in the manor was—both brothers were tongue-tied but scheming; it wasn’t unusual for them to have crooked thoughts.

He used nearby people to check again, and found that the passenger in the front had a broken neck and was close to death, while Xiao Han was still unconscious—wait, what’s this?

Xiao Han actually has… an Earth Attribute with a Capricorn Sign; such an elemental metal constitution astonished Feng Jun since he had never encountered a situation where age added a bonus.

This person’s talent may not be on par with Zhang Caixin, but there is a very good chance that he is stronger than Gu Jiahui by a slight margin.

No wonder someone was able to notice the anomaly with the Spirit Stone; it was definitely this guy who spotted it.

This was the first male with cultivation potential that Feng Jun had discovered on the Earth Plane, and he was not very old.

So it seems, the author’s setting is fair after all, with suitable females for cultivation, there are also suitable males.

However, regretfully, Feng Jun was not going to consider this person for cultivation—since he’s an enemy, the higher his talent, the more he needs to be eliminated.

Feng Jun raised his hand and sent this person to the Mobile Phone Plane.

Now, the only one awake was the driver.

In the driver’s horrified gaze, Feng Jun opened the car door, punched the person out cold, and then began to search him.

He searched the three of them, only taking the cash, two watches, and a ring, while things like bank cards and mobile phones were left untouched, scattered on the ground instead.

Next was to retrieve his stolen materials; he chose only three items that were cumbersome, including a segment of bamboo root—not a material for the Spirit Gathering Array, but it could potentially drag Luohua Manor into the mix.

As for the condensing Spirit Stone, he thought about it and didn’t rush to take it; clearly, this matter wasn’t done on a whim, so he needed to know who was operating all of this from behind the scenes.

He might not sense other items, but with the Spirit Stone, as long as the other party didn’t deliberately conceal it, he could detect it within a twenty-kilometer range—that’s why he didn’t dare to set up a Spirit Gathering Array on the Mobile Phone Plane, fearing that cultivators would sense it.

Additionally, the first Spirit Stone he obtained on that plane was hidden in a stone stump; had it not been so well-concealed, it would have been taken away long ago.

After finishing these things, he felt that something was not quite right. After thinking it over, where had the motorcycle that was stolen from the manor gone?

A motorcycle isn’t worth much money, but the problem is… the Black Iron had also disappeared.

That is to say, besides these four people, others were involved in this incident.

Feng Jun had a headache; he could overlook other things, but the Black Iron being taken away was definitely a problem—such metal simply doesn’t exist on Earth!

Yet, looking for it now was difficult, as the Black Iron contained no Spiritual Energy.

Nevertheless… it wasn’t that big a deal. Feng Jun quickly reassured himself. Compared to Black Iron, Spirit Stones truly were like a BUG, able to lock onto them made everything else insignificant.

Whoever took the Black Iron would be exhausted just searching for a similar metal, and Feng Jun didn’t believe they would reveal that such metal came from Luohua Manor because they couldn’t find the ore.

If someone dared to leak such information, he would definitely not mind killing them—his current low profile was only to avoid trouble.

The face of a cultivator is not something just anyone can slap.

So he disappeared into the distance, arrived at the rooftop of a building, took out a telescope, and scrutinized the pickup truck that had fallen into the ditch.

The rain wasn’t heavy, but it wasn’t light either, affecting visibility to some extent.

More than half an hour later, a car appeared next to the scene of the accident.

By this time, the driver who had been knocked unconscious was awake again, and seeing that car, he immediately waved his hand.

Two people got out of the car, talked to the driver for a while, moved the scattered materials into the trunk, then waved their hands and drove off without rescuing the three people at the scene.

However, before they could start the car, an ambulance arrived at the scene with its siren blaring—this was the actual rescue.

Feng Jun had locked onto the Spirit Stone and wasn’t in a hurry to leave, while the driver pointed at the two men and looked around in all directions, obviously behaving strangely—where had Xiao Han gone?

The ambulance team began emergency treatment, and after a quick examination, they knew that the person with a broken neck needed to be attended to first, then wheeled the person into the ambulance—though everyone knew that there was hardly any point in saving this person… but what if?

In any case, the reality was they wanted to earn the treatment fee first.

Then, the second ambulance arrived at the scene, taking away the man whom Feng Jun had turned into an idiot.

Only after that did the police arrive, but it was the traffic police, not Yaoyao Ling.

In fact, the car accident caused by Feng Jun had no witnesses and appeared unremarkable; nobody thought there was anything suspicious about the accident.

Even the traffic police were impatient. In this rainy weather, accidents were everywhere; resources were stretched thin, and since it was their own rollover, there was no issue of liability. They should have called for an ambulance, not them.

The injured driver, having been robbed of cash, could have reported it to Yaoyao Ling, but he himself didn’t think it was urgent to report—wasn’t it normal to be robbed by passersby after a car accident in the wilderness?

In such heavy rain, Yaoyao Ling had plenty of work to do and couldn’t handle everything, and the driver knew very well that it was better to keep the incident low-key.

(Updated to, calling for monthly tickets.)