Big Data Cultivation

The strength of the arm was significant, unusually pale, and even on such a dark and rainy night, it was clearly visible.

Feng Jun, of course, knew whose arm it was; he felt a distinct pressure on his back. "How long did I take?"

"Phew, you scared me to death," Sofia exhaled, her breath blowing on his neck.

Despite her words, her grip on his arm only tightened even more. "One hour and twenty minutes… I was the only one around, and I didn't dare to leave. What were you doing?"

"I sensed he wasn't speaking the truth," Feng Jun raised his hand and lightly patted her arm. "Loosen up… I'm checking if he's lying."

"He will definitely lie," Sofia loosened her grip slightly. "You can't fully trust him, lying is in their nature."

"Yes," Feng Jun nodded and rubbed his forehead, taking out the Spirit Beast Bag, directly capturing Keane into it.

With this move, before he could urge further, Sofia quickly withdrew her arm and took two steps back, "You, you…"

Feng Jun glanced at her, too lazy to explain, and took out a cigarette, lit it, inhaled deeply, then raised his hand to rub his forehead, "Let me rest a bit."

Sofia continued to question, "Last time you took me away, did you use this thing?"

Feng Jun looked at her nonchalantly, "You need to learn to think."

"But this time I helped you uncover the Holy Water's secret," Sofia justified boldly, "Without me, you'd need to go to the Church to understand the Holy Water, which would be very difficult… So, shouldn't you teach me cultivation?"

"Cultivation…" Feng Jun was about to say that cultivation was impossible, but he held back, "What I acquired is a flawed method; you know, he has a tendency to lie."

"But…" Sofia extended her right hand, imitating Feng Jun's soul-searching gesture, "Just now, you did this, so he couldn't have deceived you, am I right?"

Feng Jun wanted to explain how precious the soul-searching talisman he used at the initial stage was and how exhausted his soul was, but he reconsidered; was it really worth debating this with a young girl?

So he just stated flatly, "I also contributed, so it can't be attributed to you alone."

Sofia blinked her eyes, "But without me, you wouldn't have achieved it."

"I know," Feng Jun replied casually, "so I will consider it, but don't rush me."

Sofia immediately fell silent, as obedient as can be.

After finishing his cigarette, Feng Jun got into the car, "Go back to your room for now; it'll be dawn soon. Tomorrow night, I'll take you to another place. Where will you stay tomorrow night?"

Sofia hesitated for a moment and then replied, "If you are near me, I don't care, but if I have to choose a place to wait for you, I'd like to go to the Church because… I'm not sure if Keane is alone."

I brought her such confusion? Feng Jun smacked his lips and finally made up his mind, "There's a ninety percent chance he doesn't have an accomplice, so you needn't worry, but if you plan to go to the Church, you should know the following information…"

As he said this, they drove away from the factory, heading straight for the small courtyard where Sofia was hiding—she said if she went home now, it would truly provoke her family's fury.

Not coming home at night was acceptable, but arriving home at dawn does not leave a good impression.

When they reached the small courtyard, it was indeed dawn. Feng Jun reminded her to remember the gold in the trunk, then with a slight gesture, the Essence Blood Protection Talisman flew out of Sofia's shorts pocket. He didn't explain, just turned around and left.

"What's this…" Sofia started to speak, but stopped, simply watching his departing figure with a peculiar expression. However, when she saw him suddenly disappear while walking, she couldn't help but rub her eyes, then… rubbed them again.

"Huh, did he really disappear, rather than just go invisible?"

Feng Jun returned to Luohua Manor, the place where he usually stayed. Besides Yang Yuxin, only Lin Heihu would occasionally cultivate here.

Today was a rainy day; Lin Heihu loved this kind of weather and was meditating in a corner of the Spirit Gathering Array.

Feng Jun took out the Spirit Beast Bag, shook Keane out, and checked his condition… huh, not dead?

Previously, he'd never tried taking someone across a footprint because he suspected it might kill the person, but if it's within the same dimension… it shouldn't involve Weimian's Force, right?

Anyway, he never tried, and he didn't bother with experimenting on those chickens and ducks. This time, having someone to experiment with was perfect—Keane would eventually die, so it was just utilizing waste.

Now realizing that Keane was not dead, Feng Jun understood, so bringing someone across within Earth indeed had no interference from Weimian's Force.

However, whether it would cause any harm to the body is another matter. After all, even flying could potentially cause aviation-induced ear pain, so some adverse reactions with such a long-distance teleportation are normal.

This time during the test, he only mastered the baseline and will still need to experiment more in the future. However, it's good that he has some understanding.

So… will this guy wake up? Feng Jun was still unfamiliar with a cultivator from a divine incense system, so he took out his mobile phone and swiped it again.

What was shown on the mobile phone slightly exceeded his imagination, yet made him feel acceptable—"After a certain intensity of divine descent, there's a high probability that one will wake up and retain some memories."

"Divine descent," Feng Jun muttered softly, this seems to be different from the divine incense system, right?

While he was in a daze, a white figure flew over erratically, it was Lin Heihu who noticed the unusual aura here.

Once he arrived, he was startled, "Hmm, Evil God's Aura?"

Feng Jun glanced at him and shook his head with a bitter smile, "This Evil God is opposed to the previous one who created Holy Water."

"They are both Evil Gods," Lin Heihu answered honestly. In this regard, he shared the same understanding as Chen Shengwang, "The aura of this Evil God is very chaotic, and it feels like it won't last long."

Feng Jun blinked and recalled that this guy once wanted to refine Holy Water, but was stopped by him, "You mean… you can refine this Evil God?"

"An unimpressive Little Demon," Lin Heihu responded disdainfully, surprisingly, he also had times when he said such things, "I can refine it very easily, better than cultivating for half a year in the Spirit Gathering Array… The key is that if not refined, it will dissipate quickly."

True enough, Feng Jun nodded, according to the memories he obtained from Keane, he knew Huaxia was not in the range of belief for demons in the first place, and even Keane knew Huaxia had extremely hidden and powerful cultivators, very tough to provoke.

Keane came to Huaxia twenty years ago, first to lay low, and secondly to see if Huaxia was as strong as the legends said—if not, he didn't mind developing here.

The outcome was certainly tragic. He silently killed two beggars and devoured their souls, only to be hunted down by a network as intricate as heaven and earth—not by the force of cultivators, but by the national machinery.

He was utterly puzzled; did anyone care about the life and death of beggars on the roadside? Wouldn't it be better if they were all dead?

Keane was viciously ruthless and merciless, but cherished his own life greatly. He didn't believe secular people could have much impact on him, but attracting the attention of those terrifying cultivators would be bad.

So, he stayed away from big cities, traveled among mountains and vast plains, and even worked briefly as an English teacher when money ran out, not daring to act hastily.

But in the end, he hit rock-bottom, while traveling in the wilderness, someone was planning to steal from an ancient tomb, one of them was holding a compass and deducing something, then… his memory fractured at this point.

Later, the next day, he was attacked, presumably the person with the compass discovered him and invited a cultivator whose aura wasn't much higher than his.

Keane had Little Demon by his side and naturally wasn't afraid of the opponent, yet although the opponent's cultivation level was far inferior to his little treasure, they had things called "talismans," which greatly suppressed his little treasure.

And the opponent shouted out his identity, "Foreign Demonic Fiend, wait for my master's wrath and the wrath of the nation."

Keane was terrified, didn't even have time to finish off the opponent before directly fleeing.

He didn't know if the opponent was bluffing, but such a weak cultivation level able to suppress his little treasure was quite remarkable, and he was quite troubled by Huaxia's mobilization capability—news would spread, and it would be too late for him to escape.

The official government was secular power, but even demons dared not completely ignore it; the military and police with strong blood energy and a murderous aura were very suppressive to them, and being surrounded would be catastrophic.

Of course, most importantly, Little Demon couldn't get any faith replenishment on this land; he'd have to be a fool not to run.

Keane didn't probe the limits of Huaxia's strange individuals and extraordinary persons, but he was certain that the rumors were absolutely true—a tomb thief's hired guy could calmly detect his presence.

He directly crossed the national border and never dared to return to Huaxia afterward.

These things we speak of are too far off, but the key is Lin Heihu was right, these auras in Huaxia won't last long.

"Then go ahead and refine," Feng Jun nodded with a smile, "but be careful, this Little Demon has a boss behind him."

"Heh," Lin Heihu laughed proudly, "These insignificant servants of Evil Gods are not qualified to ruin my meritorious deeds in Huaxia."

He could survive underground for a thousand years due to accumulated meritorious deeds protecting him, otherwise, who is spared by the Heavenly Dao?

"Just make sure you weigh the importance correctly," Feng Jun waved with a smile, "Then I'll leave this person to you, he won't die, right?"

"He definitely won't die, I wouldn't ruin my own meritorious deeds," Lin Heihu stared at Keane, casually replied, then furrowed his brows, "I have a feeling that this guy has committed evil in Huaxia."

"Your feeling is accurate," Feng Jun nodded, "I soul-searched; this guy killed two beggars."