Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 1929 - 1931: The Consequences of Displaying Spells
Zhang Caixin was pondering whether their open use of the technique seemed like grandstanding, while Qing Xiaozi was thinking of showcasing their powers to the public.
It turned out the old master’s idea was indeed effective; the guests who came to witness the event couldn’t help but cheer loudly at the spectacle.
Elder Yu, who was quite aged and often seemed to be dozing, suddenly became alert and instructed his guard, "Go and ask Qingzhu what she has learned and if she can show it to me."
Yu Qingzhu received the message but still refused, telling her grandfather, "Cultivation is not for showing off; if you want to see, I will demonstrate it to you privately later."
Elder Yu, with his childlike temperament, often wanted to show off, but his granddaughter spoke reason, so he didn’t insist, "Alright, later then, and make sure her uncles also learn about it."
Seeing the situation getting a bit awkward, Zhang Dongyuan from Qingcheng stepped forward, cupped his hands towards the four corners, and loudly said, "Our Qingcheng doesn’t have much to show off, just a simple Thunder Technique for fellow Daoists to critique."
He began to form hand seals and chant, and after seven or eight seconds, drew a Tai Chi Diagram with his hands, then pointed forward with his left hand and shouted, "Behold!"
A bolt of lightning sprang into existence from thin air, striking precisely at the empty ground ahead, and then... it was gone!
His Thunder Technique couldn’t even match the Thunderclap Talisman of Luohua’s Transcendent period, but to conjure lightning with bare hands was quite impressive.
Not far away, Dong Zenghong secretly curled his lip, thinking to himself that friend Dongyuan was really going all out; such a Thunder Talisman—could Qingcheng Mountain even produce one in a month? Yet it was used for demonstration.
Once he made his move, Tang Tianshi couldn’t help but pull out a talisman, sticking it onto a stone, and three or four seconds later, the stone started to wobble and floated up.
"Huh?" Feng Zhizhang from Mount Taibai softly exclaimed, "Maoshan Controlling Object Talisman... wasn’t it lost?"
"It was indeed a once-lost Controlling Object Talisman," Tang Tianshi nodded with a smile, proudly replying, "but it has recently been rediscovered, the Daoist sects are flourishing, and heritage is returning."
In fact, this Maoshan Controlling Object Talisman was found from the ancestral tablet’s tome; not long ago, a disciple of Maoshan in the Transcendent period successfully crafted it. Tang Wangsun wanted his daughter to help draw it, but Tang Wenji never liked Talisman Crafting and refused.
Feng Jun had once copied the tome from the ancestral tablet and knew the origin of the Controlling Object Talisman, but he didn’t bother to learn it because... it had little practical value.
At that time, he had access to the introductory talisman tome of the Kunhao Plane, with talismans like the Thunderclap Talisman, Essence Blood Protection Talisman, Blazing Flame Talisman, and more. Why learn such a deceptive talisman when there were others worth learning?
Though the skills of these two individuals were modest, they were considered presentable within the Daoist sects, and achieving greater prowess in techniques was indeed difficult for others.
Shen Qingyi’s brow furrowed slightly, pondering whether she should represent Kunlun with a demonstration.
Feng Jun had been silently watching the scene before him, and as his temperament continuously improved, his perception became increasingly keen; he sensed Shen Qingyi’s emotional fluctuations.
If others wanted to show off, Feng Jun wouldn’t mind, but if it were Kunlun... better not.
He chuckled softly and then said loudly, "Alright, this is a secular world after all, let’s hold back a bit. I’ll get us some fish to eat, and let’s call it a day for today’s performance."
With that, he reached out his hand, targeting the large river three miles away. Due to the rain, there weren’t many boats on the river, and as a white misty giant hand descended, the river’s surface rolled dramatically.
A second later, the giant hand withdrew and vanished, and on the ground in front of Feng Jun, hundreds of fish flopped around, all over a foot and a half in length, with the biggest one approaching a meter.
"Huh," Qing Xiaozi softly exclaimed, "the fish in this big river are quite sizable."
The others were dumbfounded; the previous performances, while beyond imagination, were still barely within the realm of acceptance.
But with a casual grab, Feng Jun brought back hundreds of fish from three miles away—was this something humanly possible?
Anyone could see that Feng Jun accomplished this effortlessly, clearly not using his full strength.
Thus, the topic of conversation quickly turned to the extent of the cultivation level of the owner of Luohua Manor.
Shen Qingyi, however, secretly sighed in her heart; she originally intended to showcase some of Kunlun’s techniques, but whether Feng Jun did it on purpose or not, he stopped her.
Sofia’s few relatives murmured among themselves; they all knew this young man was the mastermind behind Bai Rui Pharmaceuticals’ assault, but at this moment, they marveled at how the research department of the pharmaceutical industry could be so blind as to target such a person?
Some even suggested, should we perhaps establish a Daoist Temple as well, to get acquainted with this person and learn these techniques?
Then someone hesitated: Sofia offended the FBI and the Central Intelligence Agency over this, even daring not return to the Mai Nation. If we do the same, will we face similar consequences?
Several people were discussing in low voices when someone next to them chuckled softly and replied in English, "You’re really overthinking this. So many people in Huaxia want to become his disciple, and they don’t even have a way in, yet you’re worrying about other things?"
The speaker was Gu Jiahui’s cousin. His grandfather and Gu Jiahui’s grandfather were brothers. He was also quite intrigued coming to the ceremony this time, wanting to become Feng Jun’s disciple.
However, Gu Jiahui said it’s basically impossible but promised to put in a good word for him when possible.
Failing to become a disciple, he’s naturally a bit unwilling, but he absolutely dared not act out. Hearing these foreigners say that becoming Feng Jun’s disciple requires giving up something, he thought they were being too wishful.
In short, after this display of techniques, no one felt it was just for show. Instead, it strengthened many people’s resolve to become disciples of the Daoist Sects, with people from the Yu Family, Yang Family, and Gu Family being tempted.
That same night, not less than a hundred people inquired about how they could become Feng Jun’s disciples.
Meanwhile, Sofia drove alone to a hotel in the city.
This was where the Jansen clan booked rooms, and after dinner, they returned here.
Sofia knocked on the door of a business suite, walked in with a stern face, seeing several of her elder brothers drinking and chatting.
She directly threw a few discs onto the ground and spoke expressionlessly, "If you haven’t left Zhengyang by night tomorrow, then don’t ever leave again."
"Sophie," a man in his early thirties spoke up. He was her cousin Dolon, with an embarrassed expression, "We were just curious, wanting to be his disciples."
"You should remember what I said," Sofia’s face was as cold as water, "I told you not to play little tricks...forgotten? Or do you think, Dolon, that I’m still a clueless little brat?"
"But we didn’t even bring it inside," another young man spoke up, looking disgruntled, "We just reasonably utilized the rules, didn’t we?"
The small discs were metal robots, solar-powered and capable of climbing with their popped-out metal legs, some equipped with suction cups, able to ascend steeper than ninety-degree angles.
The Jansen Family truly lived up to their name, coming up with such high-tech gadgets.
Sofia pointed a finger at him, her face cold, "In front of me, I am the rule. Are you sure you want to face my judgment?"
"Oh, Sophie, you know Michael’s intelligence," Dolon hurriedly covered up, "We just thought, since we came to Luohua, what if...we gain something?"
The ingrained greed in the people of the Mai Nation made them unwilling to leave Luohua without doing anything, especially knowing how dangerous Feng Jun could be.
Sofia repeatedly reminded them not to play tricks, so they brought a few little robots, and since they didn’t take them into the manor, they casually left them outside to crawl over the walls into the manor.
"Except for death, you won’t gain anything!" Sofia sneered, "Do you know how many people Feng Jun has killed? You should be thankful...the robots were found outside the wall."
Hearing this, Dolon finally breathed a sigh of relief, "That’s good...so you found it, and he doesn’t know?"
"If he knew, it wouldn’t be me coming to you," Sofia was so angry she laughed, "The people he’s killed were more clever and capable than you...isn’t living well enough?"
Michael’s eyes darted around, "Since he doesn’t know..."
"If you really want to die, I can kill too," Sofia squinted her eyes, exuding a strong murderous aura, "I’m telling you to leave immediately to save you, understand?"
"But..." Michael wanted to say something, and Dolon interrupted him, "Alright, Mike, shut up. Sophie, since it wasn’t him who found it, who did, you?"
"If it were in Amstan, you wouldn’t get past me," Sofia replied gravely, "Equivalent to Huaxia’s...FBI, they hope you leave with dignity!"
The robots were actually discovered by Beauty Lin’s people. Though they weren’t responsible for body searches anymore, they hadn’t stopped their surveillance. When they noticed Sofia’s family associates wandering around outside the manor, they were on alert.
Due to the rain today, visibility wasn’t good, so they didn’t spot the robots immediately, but eventually they did.
Beauty Lin originally wanted to watch Feng Jun handle it, but then thought since Sofia could be considered officially part of Luohua now, and their previous relationship was a bit tense, it was a good chance to smooth things over.
In fact, those in her line of work don’t want killings everywhere. Today you can kill others; tomorrow others can kill you. Forcing the adversary to back off is the best approach.
Moreover, she’s well aware of Feng Jun’s ruthless methods. To save face or "deter villains," he would not hesitate, so she decided to do Sofia a favor.
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