Big Data Cultivation

Master Yuanming generally trusts his own divinations, but at this moment, he hesitated and dared not insist on his judgment.

This is not only because he greatly respects Feng Jun's divination, but he also has to consider his own pride—making a misstep in divination isn't a big deal, after all, divination is also known as peering into the heavens, and it's not easy to peer into the heavens!

However, he also assured Feng Jun that he wouldn't damage the other's earth vein, so the problem arises—if his divinations have discrepancies, how could he in good conscience dig into the earth vein?

If you can be wrong the first time, you can be wrong the second time too.

So, after some thought, he finally spoke up, "At this depth of your divination, have you ever been wrong before?"

The previous margin of error was three meters, but now the range is sixty meters. Feng Jun laughed and shook his head, "So far… no!"

Young man, how can you speak like that? Master Yuanming finally couldn't stand it. He knew he should respect the other's divinations, but after all, he's in the Golden Core Stage, with the pride of a master.

So he cleared his throat lightly, "I think your divination data might be a bit conservative. I believe it's definitely beyond ninety zhang, with a high probability of being over one hundred zhang."

Heaven, pity me; his real divination result is between a hundred and ten zhang and a hundred and fifty zhang, but now saying "beyond ninety zhang" is already an adjustment made after fully considering Feng Jun's divination abilities.

After a brief pause, he stated, "I'm certain it can't be within the range of eighty to ninety zhang, do you believe it?"

Feng Jun's expression immediately turned extremely peculiar—eighty to ninety zhang is actually two hundred sixty to three hundred meters.

And the real distance he calculated should be two hundred seventy to two hundred seventy-five meters.

In other words, the Destiny Stone is located between eighty-one and eighty-three zhang, and it's impossible to be beyond ninety zhang.

So Feng Jun shook his head and straightforwardly stated, "I really don't believe it; I think there's a high probability it's under ninety zhang… possibly even under eighty-five zhang."

How could this be possible? Master Yuanming almost wanted to laugh upon hearing this. If you say it's under ninety zhang, I might hesitate a bit, but you dare say it's under eighty-five zhang—do you truly think my divination abilities are fake?

So he simply said, "It's definitely over eighty-five zhang, and if you don't believe it, shall we make a bet?"

Successfully reducing the lower limit from ninety zhang to eighty-five zhang… I'm so clever, I truly admire myself.

Feng Jun rubbed his chin and hesitantly spoke, "I'm not really fond of betting; such a lucky mindset is unacceptable for us cultivators; staying grounded is better."

"Where can you find a future without gambling?" replied Master Yuanming sternly, "You're not wrong that cultivators shouldn't have a lucky mindset, but let me ask you… how confident are you in forming your core?"

Feng Jun thought for a moment and felt he should be modest, "Ninety percent… probably ninety."

"See, only ninety…" Yuanming's words trailed off—you're merely at the fifth level of the Out-of-Mortal World, and you claim to have ninety percent confidence in forming the core, you're unbelievably arrogant.

If he knew Feng Jun meant "ninety-eight percent" and not "probably ninety," who knows what he'd feel.

But he continued, "Even if as you say, there's a ninety percent chance, there's still a ten percent chance of failure, can you ignore that ten percent probability?"

Master Yuanming didn't wait for Feng Jun to answer, as it was more of a rhetorical question, "Thus, your process of forming the core is still a gamble; no matter the probability, once it happens, that's it… even that ten percent chance."

Feng Jun seemed not to understand his point, "I think a ninety percent chance is higher… oops, much higher."

Master Yuanming, also thrown off balance, countered, "So even now, you think your chances of winning are greater, why not bet with me?"

"Uh…" Feng Jun pondered for a moment, acknowledging the sense in the argument, and asked, "What are we betting?"

"It's that Destiny Stone; we excavate tomorrow," Yuanming said, "If within eighty-five zhang, I lose; between eighty-five and a hundred zhang, it's a draw; beyond a hundred zhang… that's my victory."

He felt undefeatable—how could it be within eighty-five zhang?

Feng Jun was indeed hesitant to gamble, "A draw… but you're still digging up my Destiny Stone, which would affect my plans. I wasn't planning to let you dig."

Yuanming had no interest in quibbling over this, waving his hand dismissively, "For a draw, I'll compensate you with Spirit Stones… By the way, I haven't asked yet, how much do you plan to charge me per spot?"

"Per spot…" Feng Jun thought for a bit, "Well… twenty Spirit Stones?"

Master Yuanming's face darkened, clearly disgruntled, "Mountain Master Feng, it's good to jest, but…"

Feng Jun promptly interjected, "I meant Middle Grade Spirit Stones, certainly not Lower Grade ones."

As he spoke, he took out a box and opened it, "Look… I have middle-grade Spirit Stones."

Master Yuanming was stunned for a moment. Twenty middle-grade Spirit Stones, according to the standard exchange rate, are equivalent to two thousand low-grade Spirit Stones. However… middle-grade Spirit Stones are scarce, so who would care about the standard rate?

If twenty Spirit Stones were a joke for extracting a point, then using twenty middle-grade Spirit Stones to extract a point would make him feel the pain—after all, when Qu Jianlei successfully formed his core, even Master Sumiao only gave a congratulatory gift of a hundred middle-grade Spirit Stones.

After a brief pause, he decisively acted shamelessly, "That's too expensive. Mountain Master Feng, you are really scamming people with this."

"I don't think it's a scam," Feng Jun shook his head and spoke seriously, "If you think it's expensive, you can choose not to extract… I also don't want you to extract randomly."

Yuanming pondered, realizing he couldn't possibly lose, and said, "If it's a tie, I will compensate you with forty Spirit Stones… middle-grade. At most, I extract a Destiny Stone you don't want me to, isn't double compensation enough?"

"That would be enough, double compensation is sufficient," Feng Jun nodded and said seriously, "You just altered the sequence of my Destiny Stone extraction, that's nothing. But… what if you lose?"

"If I lose, then tenfold compensation," Master Yuanming replied without hesitation, "Two hundred middle-grade Spirit Stones, it's not like I'm short on Spirit Stones… as long as it's within eighty-five zhang, I'll compensate you with two hundred middle-grade Spirit Stones."

Feng Jun thought for a moment, gave him an odd look, and reluctantly nodded, "Alright, let's bet, just this once… let's not let unrelated people know about this, okay?"

"Definitely, everyone has their pride," Master Yuanming nodded understandingly, "Let the Crimson Phoenix's Rongxun witness, Qu Jianlei's mouth is too big, not very suitable."

In fact, Qu Jianlei's mouth wasn't big at all; the Master of Tianyao Peak didn't want to get entangled with the Crimson Phoenix's masters—even a newly core-forming one. So, he chose Sun Rongxun, thinking he was sure to win and just needed someone of enough significance to witness.

Who would have thought, he originally intended to save face for Feng Jun, but after digging the next day, he realized… Turns out it was me who ended up saving face for myself?

Master Yuanming hadn't slept the previous night, meditating in his room, while his Divine Sense spread out—what if Feng Jun manipulated the extraction point?

He believed with Feng Jun's character, it was impossible to pull tricks in such matters, but caution never hurt.

A night's surveillance ensured Master Yuanming that he would get a fair result—the bet was fair and just!

But it was very unfortunate that, at the eighty-one zhang mark, that Destiny Stone… appeared!

It appeared when it shouldn't have, and even worse, there was a Crimson Phoenix's Rongxun beside them, witnessing this moment, making it impossible for him to deny—it wasn't like Master Yuanming thought he could deny it anyway.

But why… was there a sudden urge to deny?

Eventually, he chuckled, "Mountain Master Feng's deduction is indeed powerful, I underestimated it."

Logically, facing the fact that his skill is inferior was already quite generous—not every master could have such magnanimity.

But Feng Jun didn't think this was an extraordinary quality—one should accept bets and their consequences, right?

So he naturally said, "I was just lucky too. If the master has no objections… two hundred middle-grade Spirit Stones?"

For Master Yuanming, two hundred middle-grade Spirit Stones weren't a big issue; after all, he managed an entire peak's resources. However, losing like this did hurt a bit—some formations in the peak would need to reduce their activation time.

Most crucially, there was an unspeakable difficulty, "I didn't bring that many middle-grade Spirit Stones when I came, only seventy or eighty pieces. I'll make up the difference for you later?"

"That's no problem," Feng Jun said with a smile, waving his hand, "You can give them all at once later."

Master Yuanming nodded. As a Golden Core Master, he had to carry some middle-grade Spirit Stones when going out, not needing many but must have some. If he gave them all to Feng Jun, he would find himself in awkward situations should any matter, like socializing, arise without a few Spirit Stones.

So he didn't stand on ceremony, "I'll give them to you later… By the way, what do you need middle-grade Spirit Stones for?"

"I have to make efforts for my own Golden Core Stage," Feng Jun replied with a smile, "Besides, some techniques work better with middle-grade Spirit Stones."

Master Yuanming gave him a deep look, "I can give you middle-grade Spirit Stones, but please don't spread the word. Some people can't resist the temptation… I don't want to have to reclaim my Spirit Stones from others."

Feng Jun knew well that he had played a trick on the other party, but the Master of Tianyao Peak didn't mind and even offered sincere advice—truly a principled person. So, his eyes twinkled, "Master, are you skilled in Artifact Refining?"

"Artifact Refining… I'm not very good at it," Master Yuanming shook his head, then looked at him again, "What do you want to refine?"

Feng Jun took out a Compass and replied with a smile, "I want to find someone to help repair it."

Master Yuanming shook his head dismissively, "A broken Treasure Seeking Plate… what's there to repair?"