Big Data Cultivation

Feng Jun followed two high-tier Qi Refinement practitioners and quickly walked to a large courtyard on the outskirts. At the gate, two mid-stage Qi Refining practitioners greeted them with smiles, "Got another one? What's the background?"

One of the high-tier Qi Refinement practitioners reprimanded without hesitation, "Is this something you should know? Just watch the gate!"

The three entered the courtyard and saw a Master of the Realm and a female cultivator at the initial stage of Qi Refining standing inside.

The Master's brows furrowed, "Why haven't you subdued him? Is this how you handle things?"

Before the two high-tier Qi Refiners could speak, Feng Jun raised his eyebrows, "What have I done to warrant being subdued?"

"How dare you speak to the Master like that?" One high-tier Qi Refinement practitioner lifted his leg and kicked Feng Jun's knee pit forcefully, "Kneel down!"

Feng Jun's body swayed, and without any signs, he kicked out, sending the high-tier Qi Refinement practitioner flying backward, crashing heavily into the wall, embedding the whole person into it.

"Looking for death, are you, kid?" The Master of the Realm materialized a giant hand behind his head, grabbing fiercely at Feng Jun. Against Qi-Refining practitioners, he simply relied on his cultivation level to crush them.

Feng Jun launched out a rope lasso, sneering disdainfully, "Daring to be arrogant at the initial level of the Realm?"

He used the Immortal Binding Rope, which binds anything below the Golden Core, directly restraining the opponent.

The materialized giant hand had grabbed Feng Jun, but without further spiritual energy support, it instantly collapsed.

Feng Jun raised his hand, pulling over two mid-stage Qi Refining gatekeepers and slammed them hard to the ground. Their lives were nearly lost, and then he closed the heavy gate with another wave of his hand.

He glanced at the only standing high-tier Qi Refinement practitioner, speaking casually, "Stay put."

He had no interest in setting restrictions. If you dare, try running.

His interest lay in the initial level of the Realm.

He walked forward, took the storage bag from the opponent, imposed a restriction with a wave of his hand, retrieved the Immortal Binding Rope, and then asked firmly, "Where is Wu Mingrui?"

The initial level of the Realm looked at him hatefully, "You're dead!"

Feng Jun sighed, lit a cigarette, "That's not an answer."

A flash of white in his hand, and the right arm of the initial level of the Realm fell to the ground, blood spurting out.

He took another puff of his cigarette, asking with a smile, "Where's Wu Mingrui?"

Hatred filled the initial level of the Realm's eyes, "Do you know who I am?"

A flash of white again, and another arm fell to the ground, Feng Jun spoke expressionlessly, "You answered wrong again."

He put his partially smoked cigarette on the table, pulled out his mobile phone, and began scrolling—before killing, one must confirm the identity.

The next moment, he picked up the half-smoked cigarette, took a drag, drew his longsword, and pointed it at the opponent's throat, "I'll ask you one last time… where is Wu Mingrui?"

He already figured out the opponent's identity, a person from the Zhu Family Manor in Ginkgo Square Market—Zhu Qingtian? What a worthless name.

Zhu Qingtian was losing blood profusely, nearly fainting, but he stubbornly stood, eyes filled with defiance.

Feeling the sword tip piercing his neck, he couldn't help but spit out two words, "Backyard."

Feng Jun pointed at the female cultivator at the initial stage of Qi Refining, "You, go bring Wu Mingrui here."

The female cultivator's face was pale, hesitated for a moment, then turned and ran off.

Feng Jun looked at the only standing high-tier Qi Refinement practitioner, speaking lightly, "Now, you can tell me… what happened to Wu Mingrui?"

This one shook for a long time, then asked tremblingly, "Sir, are you a Master?"

With a flash of the sword, another arm fell, Feng Jun spoke coldly, "Wrong answer!"

"Wu Mingrui is involved in something major!" The high-tier Qi Refinement practitioner cried out desperately, "A big person wants to take him and his friends, we're just small fish, forced into this."

Feng Jun asked indifferently, "What major thing?"

"I don't know either," The high-tier Qi Refinement practitioner cried loudly, coming from a small clan in the market, usually relying on his cultivation level, idly oppressing the good, yet careful not to offend the big shots—never witnessed such a spectacle?

At this moment, he didn't even dare to stop the bleeding, choked up his response, "We're just small fish."

Just then, someone spoke coldly, "What a show-off, Daoist friend, disguising as a high-tier Qi Refinement practitioner… pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, quite amusing?"

Feng Jun turned his head and saw that it was a high-rank and an intermediate-level cultivator coming together. The latter had a look of deep hatred in his eyes. Upon closer inspection, this person bore some resemblance to Zhu Qingtian.

The Breath Concealment Technique Feng Jun obtained from Liang Zhongyu was originally not highly proficient, and he had only cultivated part of it. Later, though he acquired more breath concealment techniques, he had… in his words, grown up, and no longer pondered over this technique.

At this moment, the big boss couldn't help but mutter, "I told you earlier to learn a better concealment technique, but you wouldn't listen. Now look, even a mere high-rank has detected your actual cultivation level."

Is a high-rank still… mere? Feng Jun couldn't help but mutter to himself, I'm only at the intermediate level, okay?

The Golden Core Master… indeed perished, but one should not be overconfident, do you understand?

Feng Jun sheathed his longsword, looked at the high-rank cultivator, and pulled out a folding fan, shaking it twice with an air of arrogance, "Who are you?"

The high-rank cultivator furrowed his brow, thinking to himself how daring this fellow is, could he really have some backing?

Honestly, if it weren't for his many experiences with clans rising and falling, he wouldn't be speaking to the other party politely at this moment—he would have already taken action.

So he spoke with an impassive expression, "Shouldn't you first…"

Before he finished speaking, a flash of white light appeared, and he vanished without a trace.

The intermediate-level cultivator named Zhu Gaoyang was considered Zhu Qingtian's paternal uncle. After knowing about the changes in the front courtyard, he was eager to rush over and kill the opponent, but was advised against it by the high-rank super sage—"First ask clearly, then act when it's appropriate."

He had been suppressing his anger, trying to ascertain the opponent's background. If you don't have roots, I will kill you to avenge my family.

Zhu Gaoyang was listening attentively, and suddenly found that the super sage had somehow disappeared, his anger instantly turned into cold sweat on his back, "You, you… what did you do?"

Feng Jun was most troubled by facing a one-versus-many situation. Though he considered his combat strength strong, one mustn't be arrogant in the cultivation world—do you know what powerful trump card the opponent might have?

The Golden Core cultivator whom he had stealthily killed didn't need mentioning, as previously stated, even the Taiqing Sect Sword Cultivator Li Zhishen had once severely injured a Golden Core.

But now that Longsheng Folding Fan had dealt with one high-rank, facing only one intermediate-level opponent, he indeed felt no pressure—if one-on-one you can still succeed, then I might as well go back to Earth and hide.

Thus he didn't bother answering the other's question, put away the folding fan, and casually took out his mobile phone, swiping it twice.

Then he lit up a cigarette, and slowly spoke, "Zhu Gaoyang, is it? I've put my cards on the table, if you don't want me to destroy your entire Zhu Family Manor, answer my questions!"

"Destroy my Zhu Family Manor?" Zhu Gaoyang laughed, a skyward laugh, "Ah, turns out in your eyes, the Zhu Family Manor can be easily wiped out? No wonder you dare to torment Qingtian like this… brat, you can try, my Zhu Family Manor may well have a true ancestor!"

Feng Jun frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Are you choosing to refuse to answer then?"

"I will answer," unexpectedly, Zhu Gaoyang expressed willingness to cooperate but immediately proposed a condition, "Can I treat my nephew's broken arm?"

"No," Feng Jun replied without hesitation, "I was inexplicably brought over by you, and then almost overpowered for no reason… I just want to ask, do I look easy to bully?"

Zhu Gaoyang paused for a moment, he too had heard from the Qi Refining Initial Stage female cultivator that this person was seeking Wu Mingrui's whereabouts, and after failing, acted out, but truly didn't expect his nephew to provoke the other first.

He couldn't help but ask, "Qingtian, is that so?"

Zhu Qingtian had blood flowing from both his shoulders. Although he had contracted his meridians and blood vessels, he was still severely bleeding. Only relying on a pulse of unresolved resentment in his chest did he prevent himself from completely fainting. If measured for blood pressure, he would certainly be in shock levels.

His head was in a daze, not even noticing the disappearance of the super sage. Hearing Zhu Gaoyang ask this question, he replied without hesitation, "Uncle, this person refuses to let himself be overpowered, he deserves death, you must avenge me!"

"Damn it," Feng Jun raised his hand, sending a ray of white light towards Zhu Qingtian, "Die for me!"

"Spare him!" Zhu Gaoyang shouted, but it was already too late.

Seeing his nephew's head fall to the ground, he was filled with rage, shouting, "Scoundrel… prepare to die!"

Immediately, a flying sword stabbed towards Feng Jun, rapid and unparalleled.

Feng Jun's body flickered, dodging the flying sword, not caring if the opponent's flying sword could track him. He shook his hand and struck a Great Seal towards the opponent—he had not used the Mountain and River Seal for so long, it felt slightly unfamiliar.

Zhu Gaoyang was in a fury but did not lose his reason. Seeing the forceful approach of the Great Seal, he did not withstand it head-on. Instead, he swiftly dodged, simultaneously slapping a Defense Talisman on his body.

While controlling the flying sword to attack Feng Jun, he shouted loudly, "Quickly fire the signal-arrow, call the Fang Market to maintain order."

Feng Jun felt somewhat unwieldy using the Mountain and River Seal. Though its power was indeed considerable, the key problem was that its speed was still a bit slow and lacked tracking ability.

Just like the Immortal Binding Rope he previously acquired, which was claimed to "bind everything below Golden Core," but in fact, it was slow and greatly affected by the environment—completely unable to be deployed in dense forests.

So he simply retrieved the Mountain and River Seal, sent out a Divine Sense Attack, and then once again summoned the Immortal Binding Rope.

The big boss sighed softly, "A replica of the Overthrowing Heaven Seal used like this by you… your sect's elders really didn't get rid of you?"