Big Data Cultivation

"Aurora?" The Big Boss was taken aback. "Is your sect's foundation based on light or thunder? The power of extreme light is substantial?"

"You don't need to keep probing my sect," Feng Jun shook his head with a half-smile, knowing that the Big Boss had always been trying to understand his society. This behavior was understandable, even if it was in its peak period, such behavior wouldn't be unusual.

Even an ordinary person would want to know their friends well, wouldn't they?

However, Feng Jun wasn't too curious about its background—some things are better left unknown, so he changed the topic. "Where shall we ambush ahead? But there's not much time to prepare. Do you have any big weapons?"

"Big weapons… oh, no," the Big Boss thought for a moment before answering, "We can try to see what attack might work, but there's no guarantee we can set an accurate ambush on his way to Hidden Ridge. There will definitely be some deviation."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun understood immediately, "The deviation might be a bit significant… right?"

"How should I put this?" The Big Boss felt a bit embarrassed, then decisively shifted the blame, "Xiao Bai's foundation is not very good."

You're just messing with me, right? Feng Jun almost laughed out loud. This is one of your chosen trump cards; wouldn't you choose something of knock-off quality?

The Big Boss not only shifted blame but also stirred things up, "Mountain Master Feng, you could deduce where the best ambush spot would be."

It was the first time that Feng Jun heard himself being called Mountain Master Feng, and it gave him goosebumps. "Senior, you can just call me by my name. When you speak like that, it feels like you're planning something against me."

The Big Boss readily accepted, "Alright, let's proceed two hundred thousand more miles, and you deduce where the best place for an ambush would be."

Proceeding another two hundred thousand miles would allow a few hours to prepare. Since it's an ambush, the more fully prepared, the better.

After a couple more hours, the white fox stopped. It was a little over one hundred thousand miles from the Hidden Ridge Market, a relatively suitable place, any closer and it would be influenced by the market.

Feng Jun had never deduced combat before, but this time, he fortunately intercepted a trace of battle aura from Master Hanpo outside Jumu Market Town. This aura wasn't enough for him to initiate a curse technique, but a little deduction was possible.

In fact, Master Hanpo had run too fast, leaving no time to disturb the aura, otherwise, he would never leave such a hidden danger—indeed, after achieving a flawless body, they had to be cautious of many things.

The higher the rank of a cultivator, the more careful they must be not to leave handles for others, a cost outstanding individuals must bear, just like celebrities, wealthy magnates, and political leaders on Earth Realm.

Feng Jun took out that trace of aura, which was sealed in a small box.

Just as he was about to deduce, a sudden unease hit him. "Senior, something seems a bit off here?"

The Yin Spirits were pondering what kind of attack method to use when they heard him say this and were momentarily stunned. After a while, she asked tentatively, "This world's environment seems somewhat malign?"

"I think so too," Feng Jun chuckled bitterly. If it was an ordinary matter, he wouldn't mind, but he truly felt dense malice. It seemed that if he were to deduce here, there would be severe consequences. "This is not a suitable place for deduction."

"I knew it…" the Yin Spirits grumbled in complaint, then spoke up, "Why don't you deduce Xiao Bai, see if there's any similar sense of insecurity?"

Feng Jun had indeed never deduced Xiao Bai—he had only met it twice. The last time was during an ambush outside Lantern Town, and they cooperated quite well. How could he appropriately deduce Xiao Bai?

He swiped his mobile phone, and then smiled, "Senior, Xiao Bai is a spirit beast companion, not a puppet beast."

"Is there a difference?" The Yin Spirits were annoyed, "It's my spirit beast companion. I'm in this state now, almost reduced to ashes, and it's normal for it to be affected, right? Wait, did you find out about me too?"

"No, not enough authority, you're quite powerful, Senior," Feng Jun replied with a smile. He truly couldn't uncover information about the Yin Spirits.

But he knew Xiao Bai was a spirit beast companion of someone called "Qing Lian," about whom he knew nothing.

"If you could deduce me, that would be extraordinary," the Big Boss replied proudly, "I've long obscured heavenly secrets. Forget the Emergence Stage, even at the Body Integration Realm, if you could deduce my origins, I'd gift you ten thousand high-grade Spirit Stones."

Ten thousand… high-grade Spirit Stones? Feng Jun immediately exited his mobile phone's interface.

No way, his heart was beating too fast, he needed to compose himself for a moment.

If the Big Boss noticed, that would be even more trouble—are you some kind of bumpkin? Never seen ten thousand high-grade Spirit Stones?

Ten thousand high-grade Spirit Stones… truly never seen! But wasn't he pretending to have a very powerful sect?

Those people and the messages Feng Jun encountered in the Kunhao Plane never mentioned how precious high-grade Spirit Stones were, but he wasn't an idiot. Based on his understanding of grades, he felt that even someone at the Emergence Stage might not come into contact with high-grade Spirit Stones.

The Big Boss casually mentions ten thousand high-grade Spirit Stones, which only indicates… we're really not playing in the same league.

Is ten thousand high-grade spirits a lot? Of course it is, but the Big Boss has hidden their identity so well that only "Qing Lian" remains, and even the Stone Ring didn't reveal more details. So… those who can truly see through it probably don't mind ten thousand high-grade spirits.

So Feng Jun has to return to Earth, first to calm his heart rate, blood pressure, adrenaline, dopamine… and so forth, before going back to avoid being laughed at by the Big Boss.

He's adjusting his breath when the walkie-talkie sounds. It's Liang Siyu's voice, "Boss, uh… they're pressing for crude oil again, what should I reply to them?"

Feng Jun has always been a bit repelled by this girl who resembles his ex-girlfriend, but she was introduced by Xiao Caixin and has been through evaluation, "Hmm, tell them to wait, we'll talk in a few days. If they keep nagging… you can directly contact Yu Zhiyuan."

"Contact Yu Zhiyuan?" Liang Siyu was startled, "That's Elder Yu's son, can I contact him directly?"

"You're part of Luohua, it's definitely suitable," Feng Jun doesn't think he's bluffing—he really has this power, "If he complains, have Zhang Caixin contact Yu Qingzhu… just say it's my idea."

Yu Qingzhu is now the Yu Family's only cultivator, the hope of the entire village… the whole family. Can Yu Zhiyuan really block his daughter's path to great heights?

The sound in the walkie-talkie just stops, and someone knocks at the door again, it's Liu Yuting, Wang Haifeng's wife, "Boss, are you busy?"

Madame Wang knew Feng Jun when he was just starting, and later went to Siam for trade. This secured some personal connections, allowing direct visits—that's something even Xu Leigang's wife Zhao Xia can't compare to, let alone Liang Siyu.

"Ah, I really can't find the time lately," Feng Jun directly spoke through the door, they're not outsiders, no need for politeness, "Maybe in a few days I'll have some free time… if it's urgent, just say it."

"I've arranged the list for the next batch of cancer patients, and Assistant Li has audited it," Liu Yuting replied respectfully.

In the past, how much would she care about Li Shishi? She is a classic second-generation privileged, and when Wang Haifeng's father had trouble, her father had to intervene, which led to their marriage.

In Wang Haifeng's eyes, Li Shishi, someone from the bar scene, could be managed with money—both emotionally and physically.

But now, Li Shishi has pledged allegiance to Feng Jun as the boss, and Liu Yuting took over the Cancer Care Center that Li Shishi previously managed, naturally, Liu Yuting must respect Li Shishi's opinion.

Her problem now is, "Someone wants to cut in line, one billion per treatment cycle… can we let them?

"Hmph," Feng Jun scoffed, "We used to charge one billion per treatment cycle."

"I understand the situation," Liu Yuting truly does understand, her husband is Wang Haifeng, "This person found out late and has been searching overseas for treatment opportunities. Now their situation is quite severe, so they want to pay to cut in line."

This situation is too normal, when Feng Jun priced a treatment at one billion, many thought it was expensive—looking at the treatment list shows many were publicly funded.

Now that the care center is built, conditions improved, and costs reduced, many are grateful. But some very wealthy people don't care about treatment costs and want to cut in line, which is understandable.

Feng Jun chuckled, "Does having money mean you're really important?"

"He's explicitly applying," Liu Yuting isn't afraid to debate this with Feng Jun, "And waiting for our review."

In fact, she's aiming to increase the center's revenue, showcasing her management skills—not looking to profiteer. Please, Liu Family doesn't care about such small money! Opportunities to cultivate with Mountain Master Feng aren't something money can buy!

If she really wanted to make money—let's not even mention, her husband has the Storage Talisman.

"We act according to rules," Feng Jun responded seriously, "Here we don't allow cutting in line. If someone truly has money, bring out ten billion, and I'll approve a special number, but certainly not cutting in line."

Liu Yuting blinked, "This… can you specially approve?"

She didn't even consider whether the client could afford that sum—if one can afford a billion, surely they can afford ten billion?

Though not being able to afford ten billion is objectively possible, in Liu Yuting's eyes, that's considered "pretending to be rich," she just wanted to confirm, "Ten billion can be specially approved?"

"Certainly not for everyone," Feng Jun confidently answered, "Huaxia citizens can be considered for ten billion… only Huaxia citizens, not including those yellow-skinned, white-minded bananas."

"Got it," Liu Yuting nodded, "This special approval… is an additional slot, not cutting in line?"

"Cut in line at Luohua?" Feng Jun scoffed, "I'm curious, whose face is that big?"