Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 539: Chapter 539: Spirit Stone Generator

Feng Jun had no interest in upholding the justice of the human world. His reasons for dealing with the Eastern Sub-rudder of Wonderful Hand Pavilion were more than sufficient, but targeting other sub-rudders would seem like he was unnecessarily escalating the conflict.

Of course, he didn’t mind escalating the conflict, but he believed that attacking blindly without a plan was not advisable.

If he was powerful enough, he would choose to directly attack the main headquarters of Wonderful Hand Pavilion, eradicating the organization once and for all.

However, Shangguan Yunjin’s plan was too whimsical, driven purely by the thrill of the previous raid and the desire to experience it again.

So Feng Jun shook his head, “When the Eastern Sub-rudder is in trouble, do you think the other sub-rudders will still leave their prisoners behind after hearing about it?”

Shangguan Yunjin expressed very straightforwardly, “It doesn’t matter if there are no prisoners. I just want to snag another magic artifact.”

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“Then you should discuss it with Elder Brother Pan,” Feng Jun promptly refused. “You belong to a reputable sect, and I, an isolated spirit, will not get involved.”

“How could you not?” Shangguan Yunjin looked at him somewhat irritably. “We need your mass killing methods… This time, it’s still half and half between you and us, okay?”

Indeed, the terms were quite good. Wuyou Platform would handle the thunder, Feng Jun would handle the blasting, and the spoils would be split equally between them.

From the previous encounter, it had become clear that handling the thunder was crucial; without the two of them taking it on, Feng Jun would have had a hard time getting past Meng Zhanbo.

Of course, Feng Jun could choose to eliminate Meng Zhanbo… and Ye Tiannan. This plan was a bit more difficult but not entirely impossible; however, if this attracted the attention of the Qinggang Sect, he would have to hide in the Earth Plane forever.

That’s why when Shangguan Yunjin proactively extended an invitation this time, with her and her brother taking half, and Feng Jun the other half, it showed sincerity—strictly speaking, most of his costs were only some relatively inexpensive blasting powders.

But he still refused. “Heh, I think the magic artifacts will be sent away too. Do you think they won’t strengthen their defenses?”

“You actually chose the wrong moment… If we had attacked the other sub-rudders directly after destroying the Eastern Sub-rudder, exploiting the time difference, perhaps we could’ve gained something worthwhile, but now it’s a bit too late.”

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Yunjin glared at him fiercely.

As Feng Jun puzzled over this reaction, he heard her say, “Actually, I’m not that interested in those sub-rudders either. I just wanted to try my luck to see if I could find some magic artifacts to exchange for your embroidered shoes… You’re not interested in the shoes, I can tell.”

“You really are persistent,” Feng Jun smiled helplessly. “I’m not interested, but someone else could make use of them.”

Shangguan Yunjin’s gaze shifted, “Could you hold onto those embroidered shoes for me for half a year? Maybe I can find something valuable to trade.”

Feng Jun found it somewhat amusing; women are indeed strange creatures, always dwelling on such frivolous things.

But what to say? If women in the Earth Realm can show off their handbags, why can’t women in the Cultivation World show off their embroidered shoes?

So he didn’t rebuff her but instead offered, “At most for half a year… Three months should be no problem.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than someone burst in through the door, shouting loudly, “Haha, Fellow Daoist Feng… I’ve created the Spirit Stone Generator, come congratulate me!”

Watt? Feng Jun stared at Wang Botai with a stunned expression. The man was disheveled and filthy, reeking of intense perspiration.

But what shocked him even more was the content of the other’s words, “Spirit Stone… Generator?”

“That’s right,” Wang Botai replied jubilantly, then dragged him along, “Come take a look…”

Feng Jun got on the farm vehicle, and after traveling more than ten miles, arrived at the residence of the Wuyou Platform disciples.

This was an unclaimed wasteland where the three had built a small courtyard, even separating it into front and back sections. The front was where Shangguan Yunjin lived, and the rear was home to Wang Botai and Pan Renjie.

Not to mention any gentlemanly considerations, as Elder Brother Pan was at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer, it was only appropriate for him to stay in the rear section, Wang, being of the same gender, also stayed at the rear, and the front was given to Shangguan Yunjin, a member of the opposite sex.

This house was erected in just three days, and they even drew a stream of mountain spring water into it. Although it was a wasteland, the beauty of the surroundings was in no way inferior to the gardens of the Earth Realm.

But these details are beside the point. In the backyard, outside the wall, Wang Botai had set up a formation, and there was also a dismantled Boiler Camel Motorcycle.

Feng Jun didn’t care to distinguish whether the motorcycle was from the Chaoyang or Yuyuan version; it was merely missing two magnets taken by the other party.

As for the formation… he was completely unable to understand it.

Yet Wang Botai was gleefully explaining, “This is a trapping formation I obtained before, the Fierce Wind Trapping Formation.”

The Fierce Wind Trapping Formation… How to describe it? It was a cyclical trapping formation, similar to an inverted tornado, drawing down the Nine Heavens Fierce Wind into the formation. Anyone caught inside would struggle to move an inch, even being helplessly blown about by the wind.

The wind blows in every direction, posing a threat to one’s life. Typically, cultivators choose to stabilize their stance and then… that turns into a trapping formation. Some think they can brave the wind and walk out, only to find themselves stuck in a vicious cycle, wasting their strength in vain.

Oftentimes, a trapping formation evolves into a killing formation, and the Fierce Wind Trapping Formation is no exception. If one remains inside for too long, even the wind can blow one to death.

Of course, summoning the Nine Heavens Fierce Wind is extremely challenging. Using such a phenomenon to trap and kill Qi-Refining Disciples is hardly economical, so the Fierce Wind Trapping Formation that most people know of is a simplified version, meant to exhaust your physical strength using the wind.

If the real Nine Heavens Fierce Wind were summoned, it could instantly kill a Golden Core Cultivator.

In summary, the main purpose of the Fierce Wind Trapping Formation is to contain people, and it operates on a principle of formation cycling—in which one is utterly unable to find the way out and must also withstand intense winds.

Such a function seemed rather lackluster, so later on, this formation was mostly used by sects to discipline disciples or as an option to temper the minds and bodies of cultivators, turning it into an auxiliary formation.

This formation, disdained by the wealthy cultivators and unaffordable for the penniless, is thus not widely known. Wang Botai stumbled upon such a set of formations by chance and employed it here.

He constructed a propeller using several fan blades and generated electricity through the wind power of the Fierce Wind Trapping Formation.

After witnessing it, Feng Jun was astonished. Gosh, is this the creation of a wind-powered electric generator?

Seeing his stunned expression, Wang Botai couldn’t hide his pride. “How about that? I’ve turned Spirit Stones into electrical energy, haven’t I?”

Feng Jun twitched the corners of his mouth and slowly nodded, “Indeed, you’ve converted it, but the efficiency of the conversion… it does not seem very impressive.”

He really wanted to tell the other that one could generate electricity in a place with strong winds without needing any Spirit Stones.

However, Wang Botai didn’t share this view. He smirked and nodded dismissively, “The current inefficiency doesn’t matter, I’ll strive to improve and raise its efficiency.”

Shangguan Yunjin furrowed her brows, unable to restrain herself from speaking, “But you can generate electricity by burning wood, Brother Wang. Using Spirit Stones for electricity, isn’t that a bit… ”

Wang Botai glanced at her disapprovingly, “Junior Sister Shangguan, this is just the first step. The quantity and stability of electricity from Spirit Stones can’t be compared to that of wood… Once this power becomes widespread, many things could utilize it and it could even change our lives!”

“Completely change our lives?” Shangguan Yunjin eyed Feng Jun skeptically—was he right?

But Wang Botai didn’t wait for Feng Jun’s response and interjected, “I won’t say more, but recall the walkie-talkie demonstrated by Junior Sister Changqing… though somewhat impractical due to its short range, wouldn’t extending the range be possible if the power was strong enough?”

Shangguan Yunjin’s eyes lit up at hearing this, then she remarked thoughtfully, “Right, that sect mission database could also be expanded.”

“Alright, fellow Daoists, that’s enough,” Feng Jun interjected with a laugh, spreading his hands, “Your ideas aren’t bad, but this is my secret technique. If you wish to learn it from me… I’d have to be willing to teach you, right?”

There’s no concept of copyright law in this plane, but the phrase “the law does not transmit lightly” is self-explanatory.

Wang Botai looked at him abruptly, “Can’t I research it on my own?”

“You’re certainly free to research,” Feng Jun replied with a smile, “but no offense… never mind, you do your research, but if you want to use my things in the future, you’ll have to pay for them.”

Actually, paying for things is a secondary issue. When Wang Botai dismantled Feng Jun’s generator and other items, he did not pay, not because he refused to acknowledge the debt but rather… it was just a matter of spending some gold and silver, which, after accumulating a certain amount, could be settled all at once.

For a cultivator to obtain some worldly gold and silver is really not that strenuous—a few hundred taels of gold could settle accounts once, isn’t that tedious?

Wang Botai was not upset about having to spend gold and silver, but about the doubt cast on his capabilities, “Do you think I can’t grasp electricity? It’s only been a few days, and I’ve already created a Spirit Stone Generator.”

Feng Jun didn’t bother with verbal disputes, “As I’ve said, this is a whole system… Although Brother Wang is indeed talented, to fully grasp this system, even a thousand of you might not be enough.”

Upon hearing the word “system,” Wang Botai fell silent. Yes, his master had said it—the strength of others lay in their complete systems. How could he forget this?

He sighed in resignation, “What you say is very true, Feng Daoist friend. What should I do for you to impart this technique to me?”

“You should continue your research,” Feng Jun chuckled, “How far you get will rely on your own fate.”

Wang Botai went quiet, but Shangguan Yunjin remembered something, “Daoist friend Feng, how much would you sell one set of your Contribution Point System for? It wouldn’t really be one thousand Spirit Stones, right?”

“One thousand Spirit Stones?” Wang Botai, upon hearing this, jumped in shock, “What could be so expensive?”

Feng Jun looked at them both with a sly smile, “I also have systems that cost a hundred Spirit Stones, and even ten Spirit Stone systems. If you want a cheaper one, I’ll give you a cheaper one.”

Shangguan Yunjin responded with a resigned tone, uttering two words, “Swindler!”

She had ample experience with trade and immediately sensed that the seller was sharpening his knife, ready for the slaughter.