Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 640 - Weiyus Secret Treasure

Chapter 640: Chapter 640 Weiyu’s Secret Treasure

Chapter 640: Chapter 640 Weiyu’s Secret Treasure

Elder Guo, upon hearing what Feng Jun said, became a bit anxious. He had prepared generous gifts specifically because he feared the other party would refuse to lend a hand.

Now, it seemed the gifts were not substantial enough, barely presentable, yet they failed to sway the other party—how lofty must your expectations be?

He forced a smile and said, “Cultivating in solitude is a commendable pursuit, and I would not disturb someone’s cultivation without good reason. After all, I can’t let you busy yourself for nothing.”

“Can’t let me busy myself for nothing…” Feng Jun smiled faintly again, “Elder Guo, you’re getting a bit too profound for such a shallow acquaintance. You should have some idea of what my assets amount to.”

Elder Guo’s eyes flickered as he steeled his resolve, “I must ensure you are satisfied in the end.”

“I’m not someone who only sees dollar signs, really,” Feng Jun spoke earnestly this time, “If we had a close relationship, I wouldn’t mind helping for free without talking about money, but with our current relationship… even if you were willing to pay a high price, I cannot afford that loss of face.”

“It’s not about money,” Guo Haiyun couldn’t help but interject, “It must be about resources for cultivation.”

“This can be considered,” Feng Jun nodded, then with a smile he said, “At the very least, it wouldn’t be embarrassing to spread the word.”

Feng, at this moment, is known in the Daoist regimes as an accomplished master—privately, he considered himself the foremost. Now that the realm of Jintan Huayang has reopened and falls under his purview, those seeking his help will certainly not be limited to Weiyu.

Since this is the case, discussing money would be inappropriate. Feng Jun wasn’t truly without funds. If he had plenty of money, why would he bother dealing with a Boiler Camel Motorcycle?

Even the money to lease the mountains in Chaoyang, he still borrowed a portion from Yang Yuxin.

However, when Daoist sects come seeking help, discussing money is out of the question, otherwise he suspected he would be overwhelmed with requests.

The Daoist sects might not be as flourishing as the Buddhist ones at present, but how could the truly ancient Daoist regimes lack several wealthy protectors?

According to Shen Guangming, he could be called a protector in Qingcheng, but he did not qualify as an authentic one.

At this thought, Feng Jun added another statement, “However, if it’s something others can do, I definitely won’t get involved.”

This statement sounded somewhat arrogant, but in fact, he meant—”If it’s something others cannot do, I might not necessarily agree to do it either.”

Elder Guo understood perfectly. At his age, understanding what others say is hardly a problem. “Rest assured, this isn’t something others can do. As I said earlier, if that were the case, both my master and grandmaster would have resolved the issue long ago.”

“Oh,” Feng Jun nodded, thinking to himself that you only mentioned Wudang could not do it, not that others couldn’t.

Seeing as it was something everyone failed to do, it wouldn’t look good for him to keep demurring, “Just tell me what it is you want me to do. If it’s an easy favor, this book will suffice… As you said, we share a common origin in the Daoist paths, so a gesture would be enough.”

He was certainly going to accept the item; in this era of declining morals, even if one were to act the villain, it was still better than playing the indiscriminate good samaritan.

Elder Guo glanced at Wang Haifeng and others, hesitating before speaking, “I would like to request that Daoist friend Feng accompany me to Weiyu Mountain.”

Feng Jun’s brow furrowed slightly, “That’s… rather inconvenient. How about this: when I find the time, I’ll let you know, and make a trip to Zhejiang Province.”

Elder Guo let out a wry smile, “Let me put it this way, I’m actually requesting that Daoist friend Feng make a special trip to seek out the secret treasure left by our ancestor.”

Coach Wang, who was in the midst of an ego swell, didn’t intend to speak, but upon hearing this, couldn’t help asking out of curiosity, “The ancestor of Weiyu… left behind a secret treasure too?”

This question was not only his; Feng Jing and Sister Hong also shared a similar surprise: The Maoshan ancestor left a storage magical artifact, so the Weiyu Cave Heaven had something similar?

“It’s…” Elder Guo’s face turned a rare shade of red, “Not necessarily a hidden treasure, maybe just a Daoist site, but definitely something valuable.”

Feng Jun’s brow creased, finding the matter rather curious, “Weiyu Mountain doesn’t sound very large. If it’s not a storage magical artifact, how could your generations… fail to find this secret treasure?”

Elder Guo had intended to discuss this matter privately with Feng Jun, but alas, the disciples of Daoist friend Feng were not so courteous, not even the little girl tasked with welcoming them showing any intent to leave.

He even glanced at the little girl, but she behaved as if she saw nothing, indicating that she wasn’t ignorant of etiquette; rather, she simply did not consider him important enough to mind.

If anyone else treated Elder Guo this way, he would have blown his top long ago—not to mention, don’t you know the first thing about basic manners?

But the reputation precedes the person, and such demeanor fits the impression he had of Luohua Manor.

Thus, Elder Guo hesitated and revealed his closely kept secret, “The hidden treasure does exist, and it’s somewhere in Weiyu Mountain, but we can’t find it.”

“Then keep looking for it,” Feng Jun rolled his eyes, thinking, so you want to use me as a laborer to find the hidden treasure?

Elder Guo hesitated again, thinking he had already said so much, so a bit more couldn’t hurt; he took a deep breath and went for it, “We know the general location, but just can’t find it. It is said… to be obscured by a formation.”

“A formation?” Feng Jun and the others were taken aback.

Inside, Guo Haiyun was actually blaming his father, thinking, “Why did you tell them so much? Not a single stroke has been drawn yet. Even if you’re going to discuss it, it should be privately with Feng Jun. Why should the others listen?”

But seeing the people from Luohua Manor dumbfounded, he felt an indescribable satisfaction. Act all high and mighty now… After all, Weiyu Mountain is the second Cave Heaven, is having a formation so remarkable?

Thus, he impulsively blurted out, “My Guo Family has the secret token. As long as the formation can be broken… retrieving the treasure won’t be a problem.”

This time, it was Elder Guo’s turn to spin around and glare at him fiercely—damn, why blurt out everything?

“A token?” Feng Jun’s brow furrowed yet again, “Did you bring it? Show it to me.”

This demand was truly over the top. That was the token for the secret treasure of Dayou Kongming Realm, and the potential treasures inside were countless.

However, Feng Jun didn’t see it that way. He was well aware that such a request was taboo, but his thought was, I’m willing to help you, so I’m asking for your token. If I weren’t willing, even if you stuffed the token in my hand, I’d just throw it away—who would care for it?

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Conversely, if you trust me, then hand over the token. If you don’t trust me? Then it’s a fine time to go our separate ways, saving me the bother of nonsense—do you really think I’m idle?

The Guo father and son exchanged glances a few times before Guo Haiyun reached into his clothes and surprisingly pulled out a box about the size of a Xinhua Dictionary. Thankfully it was winter, his clothes were thick, or else, with the box’s size, it would be almost impossible to conceal.

The box was made of a material akin to car window glass, exceedingly sturdy and somewhat transparent. Inside was a space filled with yellow silk.

Wrapped within the yellow silk was a grey token resembling a banana fan, densely carved with patterns. However, due to its age, there were some imperfections on the patterns.

Seeing them solemnly take out the token, Feng Jun gave Feng Jing a nod of his chin, “First, let’s see if it’s a storage magical artifact.”

Without any pretense, Director Mei brought the token close to her, reaching out to sense it, even closing her eyes. After about half a minute, she shook her head, “It’s not, there’s no sensation of spatial essence.”

Only then did the Guo father and son realize, so this beautiful woman actually has the ability to sense space?

Then, the reason why Maoshan showed her so much deference was easy to understand—the storage magical artifacts from Maoshan she required people to access.

Feng Jun’s arrangement was to signal the other party: Let’s play fair, I’m a man of principle, my actions are never sloppy, so there’s no need for you to have baseless suspicions.

Elder Guo, after the initial shock, also grasped his intentions and smiled happily, “Feng Daoist friend truly is as clear as wind and bright as moon, having a spirit unlike ordinary people can compare against. It looks like we have found the right person… As the ancients said, this object is merely a token, with no other use.”

At first, he was indeed somewhat worried. If the other party decided to take it by force, how could he respond? Although not very likely, it was a real possibility.

Thankfully, Luohua Manor was not just haughty but very open in their dealings.

This openness concealed a hint of arrogance—they genuinely did not believe the Guo Family had anything valuable.

Neither Guo family members liked this arrogance. Elder Guo did not show it, just because he was older and could accept some things, but at this moment, father and son both felt, such arrogance… was not entirely a bad thing.

Feng Jun took the token, gauging its weight. It felt similar to jade in density, slightly cold and piercing to the bone, seeming like some metallic material, and then he inspected the patterns on it.

As he did, he let out a surprised hum, “How could it be… like this?”

Upon hearing this, the spirits of the Guo father and son both lifted sharply, “Fellow Daoist (Manor Master), can you understand the patterns on this?”

“These patterns can hardly be called Daoist patterns,” Feng Jun replied with a dismissive smile. “On Earth, aside from natural features like mountains and rivers that harness the majestic powers of heaven and earth, I really don’t know any material that could contain Daoist patterns.”

These were not just words of bravado but common knowledge in the mobile phone plane’s Cultivation World; no object there could carry Daoist patterns, let alone here?

Yet he hadn’t realized that what he called Daoist patterns differed somewhat from what the Guo family was referring to.

Educated though he was, Elder Guo didn’t mind his correction but instead inquired eagerly, “Feng Daoist friend… Have you ever seen real Daoist patterns before?”

If Feng Jun had witnessed those profoundly mysterious Daoist patterns of legend, it would be fitting for Elder Guo to address him as a senior, as the old saying goes, “Learning knows no precedence; the achiever is the teacher.”

“No, but I know this isn’t a Daoist pattern,” Feng Jun weighed the token in his hand, speaking thoughtfully, “This is part of the analysis of a certain formation.”

Elder Guo became even more excited, “Fellow Daoist… You’re indeed an expert in formations.”

“Expertise might be an overstatement,” Feng Jun shook his head and replied nonchalantly, “I just happened to come across a familiar formation.”

The next moment, he regarded Elder Guo with suspicion, “How did you know I’m skilled in formations?”

Elder Guo was startled, then chuckled awkwardly, “Zheng Jingzhu of Dayou Kongming Realm mentioned, with the spiritual energy so thick within Luohua Manor, there must be a Spirit Gathering Array in place… And since this was originally an uninhabited mountain lacking any Daoist legacy, the Spirit Gathering Array must have been set up by the senior.”

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