Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 588 - Not Helping For Nothing

Chapter 588: Chapter 588 Not Helping For Nothing

Chapter 588 -588 Not Helping For Nothing

Under Feng Jun’s persistent request, Tang Wenji had no choice but to agree, allowing the people of Luohua Manor to first browse through the ancient texts.

After all, there were as many as a cube of these ancient texts, and while their volume was only equivalent to the amount of exam papers that three high school seniors could complete in a year, it was undoubtedly unrealistic for the people of Luohua Manor to finish reading them in a short period.

However, the people of Luohua Manor had their own methods; three cameras began to film, flipping through the pages one by one.

There were three texts, however, that were kept in wooden boxes made of golden nanmu. Tang Wenji made it very clear that the decision regarding these three must wait for the Heavenly Master Tang to decide, although… she was not very optimistic that her father would agree.

What Feng Jun was most interested in was actually that brown stone, which was a Soul Stone. It was an extremely rare item on the mobile phone plane as well, and a typical high-end commodity. Those at the Golden Core Stage could barely use it, and those at the Nascent Soul Stage would covet it greatly.

But obviously, just like the horsetail whisk, this stone was a treasured object among treasures, kept in a jade box inside a Storage Magical Artifact, proving that Ancestor Zhongxing was also knowledgeable.

That is to say, it was unlikely for Feng Jun to find a bargain, and the other party might not even be willing to sell.

To be honest, when he saw the stone, he had a brief moment of regret—why be so straightforward as a person?

In the following time, everyone had their work, and Feng Jun also took the Array Plate to study.

After pondering over the principle of this Array Plate, he was surprised to find: it really might be a Gathering Spirit Array Plate.

However, this Array Plate, compared to the Array Plate he had seen on the mobile phone plane, had a vastly different structure.

The pity was that he could not yet use it for experiments because a Gathering Spirit Array Plate required a Spirit Stone. He did not want to borrow the other party’s Spirit Stone or reveal that he possessed one, so he had to set it aside for the time being.

In fact, the appearance of the Spirit Stone today was a strong shock to many people, not to mention Tang Wenji and Daoist Ma. Both Yang Yuxin and Zhuang Haoyun had nearly fiery eyes.

The two of them were not people on the Cultivation Path, but the words “Spirit Stone” were too easy to understand—by the name alone they knew what it meant.

Especially Yang Yuxin. She did not know about Spirit Stones, but she had heard the term “Spiritual Energy” countless times. Her daughter was recuperating in the Bamboo Forest because it was rich in Spiritual Energy.

She did not have the privilege to enter the Bamboo Forest, she could only occasionally go in to see her daughter. Most of the time, she stayed at the edge of the Bamboo Forest. After staying there for a long time, she could also feel the benefits of Spiritual Energy.

Therefore, she kept her eyes on Tang Wenji, thinking: how can I get a couple of Spirit Stones from her?

She did not consider herself someone who bullied others with her power, but for her daughter’s happiness, she could not care about that.

Here in Luohua Manor, there was enough Spiritual Energy for her daughter to recuperate, and in the future, Chaoyang would be constructed well, and most likely, it would also have Spiritual Energy. No matter what, that was too inconvenient—what if her daughter needed it and couldn’t get there in time?

Furthermore, her daughter might study abroad in places like Haverford College, and then coming home would be very troublesome.

Therefore, her daughter needed these kinds of Spirit Stones that could be carried along.

Besides, Director Yang herself also wanted to enjoy the nourishment of Spiritual Energy.

The only problem she had to consider now was not just how to persuade Tang Wenji; her biggest issue was whether getting Spirit Stones from the Maoshan Daoist Priest would upset Master Feng?

Time flew by quickly, and before they knew it, it was evening.

Tang Wangsun arrived at Luohua Manor at 9:30 PM, which was not easy. He headed to the airport right after the meeting ended at about 5:10 PM. Fortunately, he was willing to spend the money on a first-class ticket, took the fast track, and managed to catch the plane that departed at 6:30 PM.

Seeing a Daoist Priest sitting in first class, others inevitably took a few photos, probably to attract followers on social media again.

Tang Tianshi smiled nonchalantly, fully demonstrating the image of a worldly wise man with an immortal charm. Of course, he was internally cursing MMP, but that was not visible to others.

Tang Wangsun planned to stay with Feng Jun for two hours, but it turned out… two hours were simply not enough.

Today, the items that came from the Ancestral Tablet… even scared him, had the ancestor left so many good things?

At first, he carefully reviewed the recordings to discern whether Senior Feng might have misappropriated any Maoshan treasures during this process—it’s an understandable concern.

But later, he really couldn’t be bothered to ponder anymore and occasionally even fast-forwarded—the expected treasures appeared, as did the unexpected ones; how could anyone misappropriate anything?

Just this process alone basically took an hour, and he still had a lot to discuss.

So he decisively changed his itinerary and bought a flight ticket for early the next morning to the capital instead of traveling overnight.

He then bowed deeply to Feng Jun, “Senior Feng’s great kindness and virtue will never be forgotten by Maoshan, and we hope to keep in contact in the future.”

As mentioned before, Tang Wangsun had an excellent image, and he could go directly to a TV drama crew to play the role of a wise senior without makeup—truly presenting an immortal charm.

With him being so polite and referred to as “Senior,” Feng Jun could no longer hold any grudge that he didn’t arrive immediately, and he smiled, “Heavenly Master Tang speaks too kindly… I have not helped for nothing.”

“Heh, understood,” Tang Wangsun nodded. He was all too aware of the price one had to pay to request the aid of a Great Cultivator like this, and often, the issue isn’t whether you can afford the price—it’s whether you can even get the person to agree in the first place.

So he made his position clear, “I suggest that the two of us find a place to talk in private.”

“Gazi and Gao Qiang, the two of you help keep an eye on the things,” Feng Jun called out, then glanced at Sister Hong and the others, “Come along with us.”

He had decided to send only one of his six disciples to guard the items, having the other five participate in the “private talk.”

Why? No reason in particular, he simply felt that the Maoshan Heavenly Master did not have the right to exclude his disciples.

They came to the small living room in the back building where Feng Jun’s party consisted of six people, whereas the Maoshan side was three, two Heavenly Masters and Daoist Ma.

After sitting down, Tang Wangsun didn’t speak to Feng Jun first, but directly reprimanded his daughter instead, “Delete that recording… now!”

“Why should I?” Tang Wenji, not daring to rebuke Senior Feng, had no problem talking back to her father, “I can edit it.”

“What do you know?” Tang Wangsun was genuinely unsympathetic this time, “Some people have a rich imagination… You’ll understand when you reach your old dad’s position that just knowing how to ride a motorcycle isn’t enough to manage Maoshan properly.”

Tang Wenji fell silent, probably cursing her father in her heart.

Ignoring her, Tang Wangsun turned to Feng Jun with a smile, “We’ve relied on Senior Feng a great deal this time. Just tell us what you want.”

Feng Jun got straight to the point, “I want to transcribe the texts from those three wooden boxes.”

“No problem,” Tang Wangsun agreed readily, which somewhat surprised Feng Jun.

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However, a smile spread across his face the next moment, “But these are our Maoshan’s closely guarded secrets… Senior must understand.”

“Hmm,” Feng Jun nodded nonchalantly without giving away his thoughts, then casually asked, “How should I be considerate, then?”

“That’s easy,” Tang Wangsun smiled as he proposed, “Our Maoshan still lacks a Patron, no… a Supreme Emissary.”

“Let’s talk about that later,” Feng Jun wasn’t really interested in becoming Maoshan’s Supreme Emissary. It wasn’t that he looked down on Maoshan, but rather that enjoying benefits required assuming corresponding responsibilities.

With his abilities, taking on some responsibilities was no issue for him, but he didn’t like the hassle and didn’t want it to impact his cultivation.

Tang Wangsun wasn’t annoyed and simply smiled, “Then continue, what else would you like to ask for?”

Feng Jun thought for a moment, “I saw quite a few Talismans this time. Give me one of each type, I want to study them.”

The Talismans were abundant, and many were duplicates, meaning that the Ancestor Zhongxing who left these Talismans intended not only to pass down his legacy but also to provide help for his future generations against potential troubles.

One must say that Maoshan’s Ancestor was extremely concerned with the transmission of the Taoist lineage, almost to the point of being overprotective.

This request made Tang Wangsun hesitate. After pondering for a while, he said, “Some Talismans are in very short supply, for instance, there are only two Jinwu Flame Talismans, and even just one Purple Gale Talisman.”

Being amiable, Feng Jun nodded, “Then like this… for Talismans that number less than three, I’ll just borrow to look at them briefly. That shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

“Of course not,” Tang Wangsun responded readily and then sighed regretfully, “The ones with more than three copies are of lower grade anyway. I suppose you would understand them at a glance… at most two.”

Feng Jun couldn’t help but laugh, “You seem to have a lot of confidence in me.”

“You’ve cultivated the Six Senses… Divine Sense,” Tang Wangsun looked at him enviously, “What are these little things to you?”

Indeed, the flattery was spot on. Despite knowing Tang Wangsun’s ulterior motives, Feng Jun couldn’t hold it against him—the level of Earth Realm Cultivators was just this; he couldn’t possibly bully the kids.

So that was settled, and the negotiations moved on. Feng Jun hoped to acquire half of the vintage wines, causing Tang Wangsun to fret once more—he clarified that it wasn’t just wine, but Spiritual Wine for training.

Well, calling it Spiritual Wine might be a stretch, but it certainly fell into the category of supplements.

Feng Jun offered a compromise, suggesting it was just about needing some restorative items, right? “I’ll find some to exchange with you—I’ll just treat it as wine.”

In the end, the inevitable came up: how to divide the Spirit Stones?

Feng Jun stated, “I’ve been making requests for quite a while now, this time it’s your turn to speak, Heavenly Master Tang.”

The Heavenly Master Tang, looking like a bitter gourd, tentatively asked, “Would it be okay to give you just one piece?”

Feng Jun really didn’t want to come off as too easygoing, but when he saw how pitiful the Earth Realm Daoist friends were, he felt a pang of compassion, “Forget it, I won’t take any. Just remember that you owe Maoshan one favor to me.”