Big Data Cultivation

Feng Jun stayed at Mount Zhige for a full three and a half months, reorganizing all the order. He even managed to mine this year's six Destiny Stones for Taiqing and the Crimson Phoenix before he began to head back.

He also mined an extra one because the Yin Spirit Bigwig also had a liking for Destiny Stones—according to its words, it doesn't lack the realm of Dao intentions, but it does lack the filling of Great Dao intentions.

When Feng Jun returned to Qiuchen Market, Yue Qing happened to leave Qiuchen Market, and they perfectly missed each other.

This time when he returned, he brought four more people—Younger Sister Lang, Younger Brother Lang, Mu Fengtang, and a fifteen-year-old boy from the Tian Family—this boy has a mutated Thunder attribute and some Wood attribute. Although his aptitude is not great, he is already the best the Tian Family has.

Fortunately, this mutated Thunder attribute holds some promise; otherwise, he'd at most reach the Initial Stage of Dust Sect.

Lang Zhen didn't come, staying at Mount Zhige to accompany his wife and Younger Brother Lang.

However, he did receive Immortal Cultivation Techniques and Martial Cultivation Techniques from Feng Jun.

Feng Jun's intention was to let him choose what he wishes to cultivate. After all, Mount Zhige now has a long-term Spirit Gathering Array—he can cultivate himself or charge disciples from the two sects who need cultivation. Of course, there is an Initial Stage Dust Sect Spirit Gathering Array managed by Elder Liao Brother.

As for others doubting if Lang Zhen, a mortal, can cultivate? Don't be ridiculous; he serves an Upper Stage Dust Sect superior. He could have followed the superior to cultivate in the Cultivation World but stayed here just to help the boss guard the estate.

If anyone dares to disagree, forget about the two sect disciples inside Mount Zhige. Just remember the prefectural governor who once knelt—do you want to try it?

This time, when Feng Jun passed through Qiuchen Market, he directly put the four newcomers in Chen Junsheng's small courtyard to start their cultivation from there. How far they can cultivate depends on their luck.

After spending a night in the small courtyard, he took a large group of people and transported them to Mingsha Fang Market, then rushed without stopping to White Pebble Beach.

Speed was necessary because they all wanted to avoid unexpected incidents on the road, and... Xia Nichang was already waiting there.

This time, Xia Taishang came with all kinds of poisons, totaling over sixty thousand types—which is why it took three months.

Originally, she only planned to bring deadly or unique poisons, totaling more than three thousand.

But after contacting Master Xiaomeng who stayed behind at White Pebble Beach, she learned that Feng Jun would stay for some time at Mount Zhige. So, she decided to collect more—although some poisons were weak, a poison is not the same as another poison. A weaker poison doesn't mean it's useless.

Feng Jun appreciated her attitude and believed that anything toxic is worth bringing—You've probably never heard of sildenafil. It was originally for cardiovascular diseases, but now everyone is more concerned about its side effects.

He was quite curious: How did you manage to find over sixty thousand poisons? So much free time?

Xia Nichang remarked, I indeed have that much free time. At the Golden Core Peak, just waiting to find the condition for condensing the Nascent Soul, so there's ample time to waste—but teaching disciples, that truly doesn't interest me.

It's not that she isn't attached to Crimson Phoenix, but at her level, when people come to her seeking guidance and repeatedly ask some lower-level questions, she finds it unbearable—I don't mind your cultivation level, but could you ask some distinctive questions?

Repetitive work really drives people crazy; it's not that she's unwilling, it's that... she's not cut out to be a teacher.

So if she had time, she'd rather spend it collecting poisons—which isn't hard either. Just put up a task in the sect and lots of young disciples will set it up. In over two months, she collected over sixty thousand poisons.

Further collection was possible, but she thought it wise to stop.

Although she was curious to see the limits of Feng Jun's deduction ability, sixty thousand toxins were already quite a lot.

What is the concept of sixty thousand poisons? If each sample is counted as one inch, that's three centimeters, nine square centimeters.

Assembling sixty thousand samples into a rectangle, it would be 300 long and 200 wide.

In other words, sixty thousand samples lined up, nine meters long, six meters wide.

Imagine how dense it would be; anyone with trypophobia might have an episode on the spot.

Yet that's not the only issue. Some poisons aren't just in sacs, meaning the poison is not in one spot. The toxicity is a line from when the venom is emitted to the digestive pouch, even down to the robust small and large intestine—it's a whole line of poison.

For example, Xia Nichang brought a Shen She Wang carcass. From illusionary venom to venomous fangs to its digestive pouch are at least three kinds of poisons. But this realm doesn't focus on toxic classifications, just thinking... oh, this is Mirage Venom.

Hence, when Xia Nichang laid out the collection, most were in one-inch-cube boxes, but many were larger items, not only covering half of Feng Jun's small courtyard but also stacked in two layers.

She somewhat wanted to see Feng Jun's embarrassment—how could he possibly finish deriving all this with so much material?

As it turned out, Feng Jun just went inside the room and didn't come out, leaving Sun Rongxun alone in the courtyard.

The white-haired, youthful-faced figure could be quite ruthless to outsiders, but essentially, he was relatively pure—even the personal relations in Rongxun Hall didn't fare well, suggesting how lacking his emotional intelligence was.

She sat in the courtyard for a full day and night.

On the next morning, Feng Jun finally walked out of the room. Seeing Sun Rongxun who had sat in meditation all night, he sighed lightly, "Ah, the result isn't very promising; the chance of embracing the core isn't large... unless you can bring the Rongxun Drum for another round of deduction."

"Not very big?" Sun Rongxun was first stunned, then chuckled bitterly, "If it's not big, it's not big, as long as there's a chance of forming a core, I'm already very satisfied, Mountain Master Feng, can you tell me what the odds are?"

Feng Jun, after pondering for a moment, replied, "Thirty-seven percent... not even forty percent."

"That's not small either," Sun Rongxun answered casually, then suddenly froze and let out a shrill scream, "What... a forty percent chance of core formation?"

"Not even forty percent, really!" Feng Jun felt a bit embarrassed, "Um... it's only thirty-seven percent."

"Thirty-seven percent is not small either," Sun Rongxun's youthful face turned crimson in an instant, "That's core formation, a thirty-seven percent chance!"

In this world, the chance of forming a core doesn't exceed forty percent, strictly speaking, it's not even twenty percent. Many people manage to reach the high rank or even the ninth level of the dust-clearing stage, but when it comes to facing core formation, not many dare to attempt it.

Core formation is a matter of life and death. If you succeed, you extend your life by five hundred years, if you fail... you die on the spot.

There are cases like Qu Jianlei, who survived after failing to form a core, but they are rare.

So many people dare not attempt it once they reach the ninth dust level... Being the best under the golden core has its own appeal.

When they are nearing five hundred years, feeling that their lifespan is running short, they might want to gamble again, but then it's already too late.

This is a common phenomenon; feeling there is still enough time to form a core, no one wants to take the risk, always wanting to wait and see—what if there's a chance?

But as they wait, they find... they can no longer form a core...

This is the well-known "core formation trap," however, the trap objectively exists due to too many people having wishful thinking.

Only those fearless or having full confidence will choose to attempt forming a golden core when the time comes.

In short, attempting to form a golden core is a very dangerous affair, very likely to be annihilated under tribulation thunder, but with almost forty percent chance, the odds are really not low.

"A thirty-seven percent chance of core formation?" A figure flickered, and Xia Nichang already appeared in the small courtyard, "Who is it, Guan Hongxiu?"

Sun Rongxun helplessly said, "Great Supreme Elder, my name is now Sun Hu."

"I'm not concerned with trivial matters like names," Xia Nichang declared domineeringly, "Your thirty-seven percent chance of core formation? Isn't that too high?"

"Is it very high?" Feng Jun raised an eyebrow indifferently, "The failure chance is still over sixty percent."

Xia Nichang looked at him speechlessly. She is at the peak of the golden core, and she has seen no fewer than seven or eight people in the Crimson Phoenix Sect alone disappear into thin air after failing core formation. Failing to form a core is not very odd, is it? Can it be less than over sixty percent?

She didn't want to speak to this arrogant guy, so she glanced at Sun Rongxun, "Hongxiu, do you think this probability is low? Wasn't the effort I made to find many toxins for you a waste?"

Xia Nichang and Sun Rongxun's cultivation levels differ greatly, but their ages are not much different—both are under two hundred years old.

If Sun Rongxun hadn't faced hardships and everything had gone smoothly, she might have been at the mid-stage golden core by now.

Therefore, her attitude towards Sun Rongxun was quite friendly, not showing much impatience.

"No," Sun Rongxun smiled gently, filled with joy, "Very helpful, extremely helpful."

"Tsk," Feng Jun couldn't help smacking his lips, since this was all she aimed for, what else could he say? He handed over the obsidian in his hand, "I've written the required toxins and the order of consumption on it, you can arrange it yourself."

In this world, many inheritances are recorded using obsidian. Feng Jun had not paid much attention to this method before; his usage of divine sense was not very skilled, but now he could manage.

Sun Rongxun pressed the obsidian to her forehead and immediately recoiled in shock, "So many toxins to consume?"

Xia Nichang had brought over sixty thousand toxins, and Feng Jun actually selected more than two thousand from them.

Great Supreme Xia scanned the obsidian briefly and was also shocked, "So many toxins... could it be that you've deduced all of them?"

"Of course," Feng Jun nodded with a smile, feeling a sense of pride, "Otherwise, how could I calculate the optimal result."

Xia Nichang cast him a skeptical glance, ultimately couldn't resist asking, "Those were more than sixty thousand toxins, deduced in just one day and night?"

Apparently, you don't know what a mini-program is! Feng Jun replied solemnly, "The deductions didn't start yesterday, it's hard to explain the specifics to you, anyway this is the optimal result."

Sun Rongxun heard this and her eyes turned slightly red...

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