Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 641 - Odd and Fragmentary Numbers (First

Chapter 641: Chapter 641: Odd and Fragmentary Numbers (First Update to Celebrate the Sailor)

Chapter 641: Chapter 641: Odd and Fragmentary Numbers (First Update to Celebrate the Sailor)

Feng Jun furrowed his brows upon hearing Elder Guo’s words, “Wangwu with its persistent Yin Spirits, really thinks it can bully Luohua Manor?”

Elder Guo was startled again, thinking to himself that he had spread this information. If Wangwu found out, wouldn’t they blame it on him? So, he hurriedly explained, “Wangwu possesses the Technique of Qi Observation, which is quite mystical; otherwise, how could it occupy the First Cave Heaven?”

With this explanation, Feng Jun had nothing more to say. Indeed, all cultivators possessed the Technique of Qi Observation, but not all observations were equal. If Wangwu excelled in this area, then that was their forte.

Still, Feng Jun was somewhat dissatisfied, “As a cultivator, not knowing how to keep one’s mouth shut will sooner or later require teaching them discipline.”

Seeing him stubbornly persisting, Elder Guo sighed and could only be candid.

“Wangwu only mentioned a possibility. It was I who specifically conducted a secret investigation. On satellite images, the manor is shrouded in fog all year round, and there is a verdant bamboo forest amidst the pristine snow… Senior Feng, this would inevitably raise suspicions.”

Feng Jun gave him a dubious look, thinking to himself how bold he was to dare investigate me secretly.

Elder Guo spoke openly, “These details are not difficult to find. Simply by inquiring with individuals in agriculture, forestry, water conservation, environmental protection… Well, Wudang has quite a few lay followers from Funiu, making it really easy to inquire about.”

Feng Jun, having heard this, lost his temper and after a long pause let out a slight snort, “Sigh, in the era of big data in the global village, it’s not easy to find a tranquil place for cultivation.”

When Elder Guo saw him return to normal, he mustered up the courage to ask, “May I know what formation is on this token?”

Feng Jun pondered for a moment, then shook his head, “Actually, I can only speculate broadly. This formation is somewhat different from what I know, so… I’d rather not say.”

Before this, he had answered everything that was asked, and he did so with clarity and forthrightness, truly open-hearted. Now that he declared, “I prefer not to say,” nobody could fault him for it.

Yet Elder Guo was still somewhat unwilling to give up and couldn’t help but ask again, “Is it related to a concealing formation?”

He was still pondering how to find the secret treasure, so he hoped the token might offer some hints.

Feng Jun looked at him, thought for a moment, but shook his head again, “It’s not a concealing formation. However, if the Weiyu Lineage all follow this kind of formation pattern, finding the place you’re looking for shouldn’t be difficult.”

“That’s good to hear,” Elder Guo said, his spirits lifting at the news, “So when do we set out?”

Feng Jun gave him a peculiar look, “I could offer you guidance free of charge, but we should still discuss how to charge you for the next step, right?”

“How could guidance be free? It must come with a charge,” Elder Guo pushed the sandalwood box forward and spoke earnestly, “You were reluctant to accept this token of appreciation before… Can you accept it now?”

Feng Jun nodded, satisfied with such compensation, “And then?”

And then? There was no then… Elder Guo hemmed and hawed, suggesting, “The resources I currently have at my disposal are probably beneath your notice. How about we wait until we find the secret treasure and use items from within as compensation?”

This response not only left Feng Jun amused but also the others could barely contain their laughter. Sister Hong spoke frankly, “Elder Guo, using something you haven’t yet obtained as payment is a bit… inappropriate, isn’t it?”

What she really meant to say was “counting chickens before they hatch.”

But considering that the other party was of advanced age and also an elder of Wudang, it seemed too harsh to say that.

“I really don’t have anything good on hand,” Elder Guo said with a wry smile, spreading his hands, “The best I have is a nearly half-length one hundred and fifty-year-old ginseng, one hundred and seventeen grams… Do any of you fancy it?”

Wang Haifeng nodded, “In The Secular World, it’s considered a good item, but… it really falls far too short.”

“Forget it,” Feng Jun waved his hand, stood up, and nodded to Sister Hong, “You handle the negotiations.”

He had deduced the formation and roughly guessed what the hidden treasure inside was. But precisely because of that, he had no interest in haggling with the other party, as such behavior didn’t suit his stature. It was better left to Sister Hong, the businessperson.

Guo father and son exchanged glances, recalling Tang Wenji’s reminder — in Luohua Manor, female disciples each had their strengths, and most of the time, a woman named Sister Hong called the shots.

The Little Celestial Master didn’t reveal more secrets; she didn’t mention that Feng Jing could retrieve items from a Storage Magical Artifact or even how many female disciples Luohua Manor had. She only teased that among the female disciples, Sister Hong was the boss.

Her disclosure of this secret was less about currying favor with Wudang and more about downplaying Feng Jing’s presence. Unfortunately, today Feng Jun casually gave an order, and Feng Jing’s abilities were already leaked.

Before coming to Luohua Manor, Guo father and son had decided, besides Feng Jun, Gazi and Sister Hong were not to be trifled with. Hence, they did not underestimate Sister Hong in the slightest.

Once the tongue-lashing negotiations began, most of Luohua Manor’s people dispersed.

After some more discussion, even Elder Guo’s son Guo Haiyun couldn’t help but leave.

Being a martial master and in the prime of life, he was extremely proud at heart and could not bear the petty bargaining of the negotiations.

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Elder Guo, despite being a man and a notable figure of Wudang, had reached an age where few things could disturb his tranquility, and in his bargaining with Zhang Weihong, he didn’t care about face at all.

By evening, the two had finally hammered out a tentative agreement: Luohua Manor would charge a commission, taking 22.5 percent of Weiyu’s Secret Treasure. Zhang Weihong also told Elder Guo that this figure wasn’t final, as she still needed Feng Jun’s approval.

Feng Jun was already satisfied with this percentage. He had initially thought to collect a 20 percent finder’s fee for the items in the treasure trove. He had no idea how Sister Hong had managed to negotiate an odd percentage like 22.5.

Sister Hong indicated she had aimed even higher, “In today’s society, collecting debts for others, the fee is usually 30 percent or 35 percent, and the more ruthless ones can demand up to 40 percent. This 20-something percent is somewhat embarrassing.”

“Alright, let’s settle for this much,” Feng Jun felt it was not too little, “After all, we’re not a debt collection agency.”

“I wasn’t looking to demand more, it’s just that I have no clue what’s in his treasure trove,” Sister Hong spoke with frustration. She had actually wanted a fifty-fifty split, “If it’s more stuff like worn quilts and rice or flour… what’s the point of 20-something percent?”

The everyday items from the Mount Mao Ancestral Plaque left everyone with a profound memory; she originally intended to set a baseline and then make up the excess.

But, in all honesty, she set the baseline at two Spirit Stones, a price to which Elder Guo would never agree to his dying day.

“A 20-something percent is not bad,” Feng Jun said with a smile, “I have a feeling that Elder Guo will feel the pinch.”

Sister Hong’s mind was sharp. Her eyes lit up at his words, “Do you know what’s in the secret treasure?”

“I can guess a bit,” Feng Jun replied listlessly, “Anyway, it won’t be a loss, but I’m not that interested either.”

Sister Hong edged closer to him, “Then tell me about it.”

Feng Jun’s trip to the Shu Region had been relatively lengthy, and with Sister Hong in her prime and lacking a sparring partner for a few days, she felt a surplus of energy, as if her prime years were being wasted.

“Let’s not talk about it,” Feng Jun said with a smile, reversing his hand to embrace her, “It’s cold and freezing. Let’s rest first.”

What transpired that night needs no detail. Early the next day, Father and Son Guo came to visit again to finish the unfinished negotiations—they had stayed overnight in Baixing Town, as Luohua Manor did not accommodate them.

Generally speaking, the commission fee had been agreed upon. Unless Feng Jun strongly opposed it, there wouldn’t be much change.

Therefore, today’s discussion was about the details, and there was no rush as there was plenty of time.

Elder Guo wanted to see Luohua Manor’s Formation with his own eyes—his knowledge of the manor came only from photographs, and now that cooperation was underway, why not take this chance to broaden his horizons?

Sister Hong could not make this decision, so she went to consult with Feng Jun.

Feng Jun felt that this request could be granted. With more and more people having seen the Spirit Gathering Array, and as the manor’s fame grew, it would only attract more attention; being overly secretive wasn’t a good thing.

Showing off their strength properly could serve as an effective deterrent against any petty crooks.

In fact, given the commonality of satellite photography and high-altitude drone photography—some thousands of meters high—his Falling Thunder Technique couldn’t even reach those heights.

Whether he liked it or not, he couldn’t completely prevent others from investigating the manor. Instead, it was better to align with some relevant individuals to better resist the irrelevant ones.

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As the Guo father-son duo approached, they could see the verdant bamboo forest in the valley from afar.

It was just after the Gregorian New Year, in the period of the coldest days, and being close to a large river—especially on the mountain’s sheltered side where the remnants of snow had not yet melted—made for a biting cold in the otherwise bright sunshine, fitting the saying “It’s not the snow but the thaw that chills to the bone.”

In such a bleak winter, a large bamboo forest so lush and green seemed quite bizarre.

The Guos, being Martial Cultivators hailing from a prominent sect, had an acutely sensitive perception of qi.

Still a mile away from the bamboo forest, Guo Haiyun couldn’t help but inhale deeply, praising, “Such a robust vitality.”

Upon drawing nearer, they fully opened their senses and were a little taken aback, “It seems there’s some Spiritual Energy… But isn’t it a bit weak?”

Sister Hong smiled nonchalantly, leading them down the stone steps, replying casually, “The Spirit Gathering Array of my Luohua Manor is different from the one at Mount Mao.”

In fact, she didn’t need to explain any further. As soon as the Guos stepped onto the central concrete platform, they were stunned.

Elder Guo stood stupefied, muttering under his breath, “This Spiritual Energy… this Spiritual Energy…”

“Shush,” Guo Haiyun put his finger to his lips for silence and then gave a look around to indicate that someone was cultivating in the vicinity.

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