Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 653 - The Cultivating Butterfly

Chapter 653: Chapter 653: The Cultivating Butterfly

Chapter 653: Chapter 653: The Cultivating Butterfly

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In the following time, King Crow dared not provoke further; wild animals have a nearly instinctive ability to judge the strengths and weaknesses of their opponents.

It had realized that the opponent was much stronger than itself, not just by a little bit.

So, it stood far away on a bamboo branch and watched.

After driving off its adversary, the mysterious butterfly flapped its wings and returned, continuing to peck at and eat the mouse.

Gu Jiahui and Zhuang Zesheng witnessed this scene and couldn’t help doubting life itself: Could there really be such a fierce butterfly in this world?

Before they arrived at the estate, they were not too familiar with the combat power of crows, but after arriving, they understood that these creatures were truly formidable, daring even to challenge peregrine falcons.

And this butterfly had not only defeated the crow, but—it was also eating raw mice!

Who has ever seen a butterfly that eats raw meat?

However, Gazi admired the butterfly. Previously, he did not have a direct understanding of the “Qi Refinement Realm butterfly,” but having seen it today, he felt a bit ashamed of his own inadequacy.

At night, it was he who led the butterfly back. Others were somewhat wary of the creature. Sister Hong wasn’t, but she had been away for several days and had accumulated many matters needing her attention. She hadn’t gone to the bamboo forest to practice cultivation today.

Lu Xiaoning believed that the butterfly knew when to advance or retreat, knew what could be done and what couldn’t, and though it was a bit ferocious, it should be relatively easy to tame.

Feng Jun nodded, “I agree with what you said, but this creature grew up eating human flesh… It was originally a Miaojiang Gu Insect, and if it flies away, the consequences are truly unimaginable. Do you think Elder Guo would have sold it to me otherwise?”

Gazi, who always listened to Brother Jun, would speak his mind if he had thoughts, “I think it is very attached to the Spirit Gathering Array.”

“That’s certain. In the Qi Refinement Realm, how could it not know the advantages of a Spirit Gathering Array?” Feng Jun did not deny his words, but he thought that one should not be blindly faithful to the spiritual energy of the Spirit Gathering Array, “But what if it feels that freedom is more important? After all, it was confined for several hundred years.”

Gazi was speechless for a while before saying, “I feel like it was cultivating today.”

“What?” Feng Jun nearly thought he had heard wrong, “You say it was cultivating?”

Gazi spread his hands, “The spiritual energy it absorbed is more than all of us combined. If you don’t believe me, go ask Zhang Caixin.”

Without a word, Feng Jun immediately summoned Zhang Caixin over.

Xiao Caixin answered very confidently, “It should be cultivating. The absorption of spiritual energy is not too obvious, but it is continuous. It must be deliberately controlling it.”

“Hehe,” Feng Jun chuckled upon hearing this, “This creature is really good at playing smart. You all may not know, but it can convey consciousness through Divine Sense.”

Zhang Caixin’s face showed no expression, probably having heard something from Sister Hong, but Gazi was shocked, “Convey consciousness through Divine Sense? It hasn’t conveyed any consciousness to me.”

Feng Jun gave him a look, “So, this creature isn’t as simple as you think.”

Gazi was somewhat naïve, “Even if it’s in the Qi Refinement Realm, it’s still just an insect. Brother Jun, aren’t you thinking too much?”

Feng Jun smiled helplessly, “Gazi, wait until you reach the Qi Refinement Realm, then say that again, alright? There’s no simple being who can reach the Qi Refinement Realm, we can assume it’s harmless, but… what if?”

The next day, Feng Jun went to the valley to observe carefully, pondering whether to add a Lingzhi Formation between the Yinyun Spirit Trap and the Spirit Gathering Array, and plant those natural treasures.

Planting them was easy, but tending to them… not so convenient, due to the unsuitable terrain and difficulty for ordinary people to watch over them.

It would be more convenient for the butterfly to look after them.

Nevertheless, this was just a speculation. Then Feng Jun went to the bamboo forest to see how the butterfly was cultivating.

With eyesight far superior to Zhang Caixin’s, Feng Jun was astonished to discover after a few glances that the butterfly was indeed practicing Tun Na with spiritual energy. Its breath seemed subtle but was actually quite domineering; the spiritual energy it inhaled had no exit, only entry.

The spiritual energy it absorbed truly exceeded the total of everyone in the Spirit Gathering Array.

While Feng Jun was watching, a dark shadow flashed by – it was King Crow alighting at the edge of the Spirit Gathering Array with a string of… spicy strips in its beak?

The crow carefully placed the spicy strips on a small stone, then rapidly flapped its wings, flying deep into the bamboo forest.

From about ten meters away, it perched on a bamboo branch and began cawing loudly again.

This behavior was so clear that anyone could understand it— even small cats and dogs would get it. It was offering the spicy strips.

The butterfly, perched not far from the Spirit Stone, stood with wings upright, eyes closed, continuing its cultivation, wholly indifferent to the crow – a Qi Refinement practitioner would not care about a tiny crow, would it?

If it were not chained, a hundred crows would not be enough for its wrath, let alone the fact that it also possessed sonic attack ability.

It was only because Gazi stopped it from attacking the crow, and it realized the people here were kind to that crow, that it didn’t slay the food source from afar.

Hearing the crow caw, it opened its eyes for a glance, then closed them again and went on cultivating, utterly uninterested in the offered food.

Unwilling to give up, the crow cawed twice more and flew around the spicy strips – Hey, I’ve brought some tasty treats.

This time, the butterfly could not even be bothered to open its eyes.

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The crow called out several times in succession, but seeing that the other party had no reaction at all, it felt truly disheartened, its head almost drooping to its chest.

After a while, the butterfly finally stopped its cultivation and opened its eyes.

Seeing this, King Crow hastily called out twice more, hinting to it: I brought food.

The butterfly still refused to look at it, and after spacing out for a while, it darted out again and caught another field mouse.

The range of its hunting ground was actually only a little more than two hundred square meters, but the area was rich with spiritual energy and had a pleasant climate. In the depths of the harsh winter, the spot was simply too tempting for small animals.

The crow saw it pecking at the field mouse, couldn’t help but fly in a circle around the spicy strips, cawing twice more.

The butterfly ignored it, and after eating more than half of the field mouse, it finally raised its two front legs, throwing the bloody remains of the rodent out. It landed precisely on the rock, the spicy strips sent flying by the carcass.

The gesture was clear: What the hell did you bring me? Look at what I’m eating.

Here’s some leftovers for you!

King Crow looked at the corpse of the field mouse, stunned: Is this for me?

The crow’s diet was varied, but given the choice, who would want to eat vegetarian when they could have meat?

King Crow could also find plenty of meat in the bamboo forest, like bamboo-boring beetles and such, but catching food like field mice was not so easy for it, as it lacked the butterfly’s strength.

So it understood then that the butterfly’s message was—I only eat meat, got it?

It was a bit puzzled. Is meat really that good? The spicy strips I brought were also quite tasty, right?

But regardless, after the butterfly flung the mouse carcass out, King Crow unhesitatingly flew over, grabbed the mouse, and flew away.

After eating the field mouse, the crow disappeared in a flash, only to return shortly after with a toad in its beak, which was still alive and struggling in its mouth.

It really must have been difficult for it, finding a toad in the middle of winter, all hibernating, and who knows where it managed to dig up this one.

As it was about to land with the toad in its beak, before it could put it down on the rock, the butterfly’s eyes narrowed, fixating on it.

Immediately after, a blur of white darted forward—Hua Jun pounced out.

Seeing this, King Crow was scared out of its wits, its mouth opened, and it dropped the toad as it twisted its body, frantically taking off to escape.

Hua Jun caught the toad in midair and then, with another blur of white, brought it back to the concrete ground to feast.

This toad didn’t have much spiritual energy, probably fetched by King Crow from a puddle near the river, but Hua Jun was thoroughly enjoying the meal.

It had been a Gu Insect before, so creatures like centipedes and toads held a great allure for it—it was instinctual.

King Crow watched the butterfly engrossedly eating and pondered.

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Feng Jun watched their interaction, finding it quite interesting.

He was truly worried about Hua Jun, but seeing this scene, he felt it was better to give it a chance.

So he went to the backyard, where the Spirit Gathering Array had just been set up and the spiritual energy had not yet gathered.

He packed up various supplies into his Storage Bag and once again entered his Mobile Phone space.

Arriving at the courtyard in Mount Zhige, Feng Jun had transported quite a few Boiler Camel Motorcycles in batches, amounting to over a thousand.

As for his ability to pull out a massive amount of supplies from time to time, the people around him had become accustomed to it and nobody asked questions about it.

Tian Yangni and the Mi Family were pleased with the large batch of Boiler Camel Motorcycles. Both families were now specifically engaged in the business of producing accessories for these machines, making a considerable profit. They were quite anxious when they saw the inventory decreasing.

In the evening, Yu Changqing came again, asking Feng Jun if he had deciphered the Lingzhi Formation, “…Elder Yan is a bit anxious.”

Elder Yan had promised two Cultivation Techniques and three hundred Spirit Stones, hoping that he could decipher the Lingzhi Formation.

“Almost,” Feng Jun replied vaguely, and after thinking for a moment, he asked, “According to your rules, setting up a Lingzhi Formation here… Is it appropriate?”

“Setting up a Lingzhi Formation here?” Yu Changqing was taken aback, “A Lingzhi Formation is not like a Spirit Gathering Array. Using a Spirit Gathering Array in the Mortal Realm is a necessary need and easier to explain. A Lingzhi Formation, however, would require at least three to five years to enrich the soil.”

Actually, enriching the soil for three to five years was not much of an issue; the key concern was that once a Lingzhi Formation was established and used to cultivate something like Spirit Valley or other Spirit Plants, it might take decades or even centuries.

The Mortal Realm does not allow places with long-term concentration of spiritual energy. Although there’s no written rule for this, everyone is well aware of it—the notion that immortals are distinct from mortals isn’t just an empty talk.

Especially perplexing to Yu Changqing was that the spiritual energy here was ultimately incomparable to the Cultivation World—not just for enriching the soil but also because the operation of the Lingzhi Formation would consume more Spirit Stones.

This was an undeniable truth—using a Lingzhi Formation in the Mortal Realm would be too costly.

Feng Jun was about to speak when Mi Yunshan walked in, “Divine Doctor, Chairman Huang Fu of the Tiantong Commercial Alliance Eastern Branch has arrived.”