Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 1945 - 1947: Qingcheng’s Expansion

Gazi left that night, but Gao Qiang didn’t go. Traveling with him were An Hejun and the Little Celestial Master.

As for why Gao Qiang didn’t go, the reason is simple, he is also about to reach the Innate stage.

Of course, this "about to" doesn’t mean immediately; as long as no major bottleneck appears, he should see significant progress within a year or two.

Danxia’s response was also swift. Magu entered the dreams of the elderly couple, telling them that she planned to reveal her divine presence, but once their daughter returns, she must reflect on herself; otherwise, there will be consequences.

Such words are only fit for divine beings to judge. In the real world, if someone said something like this, it would be very unwelcome— the old couple would definitely find all sorts of excuses for their daughter, for instance, claiming that the online loan companies are illegal in the first place...

But when judged by divine beings, the two had to ask themselves sincerely: was their daughter right or wrong, is she really blameless?

So the old couple earnestly expressed: the child is immature, once she returns, we will educate her... Also, the patronage won’t be lacking.

The three of them went to Myanmar and managed it swiftly, resolving the issue in three days.

At first, the Little Celestial Master appeared, wanting to take the woman away, but the local forces certainly disagreed and even sent people to tail her.

That’s when An Hejun showed his ruthlessness, directly killing two of the monitors. As he put it, such people he had killed before, so it didn’t discomfort him.

During this process, the Little Celestial Master also figured out that these people had imprisoned more than one person. Not all the captives were innocent, but... does innocence matter? What right do they have to judge others?

Even someone with the power of Luohua wouldn’t randomly judge others unless provoked to their limit. They’re just another force masquerading as a Guojia machine?

So the Little Celestial Master directly used the Spirit Beast Bag to take away over twenty women, and among the guards, a few heinous ones were quietly killed by Gazi without any visible marks.

After sneaking back to the country, most of the women were released in a neighboring province—not a border province since the locals there aren’t very trustworthy.

Releasing these women, they made a call to the police, then the three left. However, the women explained to the police and how they got home wasn’t their concern.

The Little Celestial Master took away four women, who were left near Danxia Sky. Once they left, Madamme Ma had already instructed the Daoist nuns to arrive and "coincidentally" found several poor souls.

The three rushed back to Luohua without rest, among whom Gazi’s feelings were the most complicated. He wanted to know how much longer it would take for Luo Yuhuan to start cultivation—he didn’t want to give her special treatment; he just hoped she could be a little faster than others.

However, unfortunately, Feng Jun was not in Luohua; he went to Gaul.

Initially, he went to Mount Taibai. The Earth Spirit had roughly digested the subtleties of the Earth’s veins of Mount Taibai, so he took the Earth Spirit to the Karakoram Mountains to seek professional opinions.

Yet the Earth Spirit didn’t think much of Kunlun, feeling it was just okay. The main advantage was the chosen location. The towering Karakoram could faintly gather some world wills, so building the mountain gate here aligned with the general trend. However, the methods of improving the Earth’s veins were quite unsatisfactory.

It also commented on the Mountain Protection Array, thinking its concealment wasn’t great. A Golden Core could see through its mystery; it’s not a true secret realm technique. In the current situation, it was confident it could sneak in without alerting the other side.

Feng Jun wasn’t particularly proficient with the Earth’s vein systems, but he had researched them. After chatting with the Earth Spirit, they again talked about the Earth’s veins of Mount Taibai, and this time the Earth Spirit was quite interested in the conversation.

To be honest, it previously didn’t think much of Feng Jun’s Earth’s vein techniques, but this time it was shocked by the Earth’s veins of Mount Taibai and needed to exchange some ideas. After a lengthy discussion, it found it had somewhat underestimated him.

In the end, Feng Jun suggested, why not take it to Gaul to see the Daoist Temple under construction there?

Upon reaching Gaul, Feng Jun was surprised to find the Daoist Temple near completion and couldn’t help but marvel at Mount Qingcheng’s speed.

He took a look at the layout and found it somewhat similar to the True Martial Hall in Sofia, Australia. The front courtyard wasn’t particularly large, but the back was very deep, obviously intended to be developed into a cultivation site.

When Feng Jun first arrived, Zhang Dongyuan and Dong Zenghong were not there, so he didn’t show himself. However, the Earth Spirit pondered for a while, appearing eager to test some thoughts—it had ideas to verify regarding the relatively independent Earth’s veins there.

This was a side effect of having contemplated over the Earth’s veins of Mount Taibai.

However, Feng Jun stated that he wouldn’t provide the necessary Spirit Stones. The Earth Spirit hesitated for a moment but ultimately chose to give up.

By noon the next day, Feng Jun was in a shady spot, discussing ideas about Earth’s vein transformation with the Earth Spirit, when he suddenly saw more than twenty people walking over from afar. They then pulled up a banner, blocking the road to the Daoist Temple.

The Daoist Temple was actually on a roadside halfway up a hill. This side road created by Qingcheng was only about twenty meters long and less than ten meters wide, so when these people pulled up the banner, access was blocked.

With Divine Sense, Feng Jun knew the reason: during the Daoist Temple’s construction, the locals demanded labor jobs, but Zhang Dongyuan wanted to use Huaxia workers—he knew that the French workers were not easy to handle.

And then problems arose. The Daoist Temple wanted to buy building materials locally, but the suppliers refused to sell to them because they didn’t hire local people. The suppliers had already received warnings from the union not to sell to Huaxia’s Daoist Temple.

This was quite frustrating. Anyone involved in construction knows that cement, sand, bricks, and gravel are typically bought locally, as hauling them from afar is not cost-effective.

Zhang Dongyuan’s Daoist Temple was much smaller in scale compared to Sofia’s, while the construction scale of the Amsterdam Taoist Temple was massive. If local suppliers wanted to withhold supplies, Huaxia’s construction team could still actively provide them, but in Gaul, this was completely impractical.

Hence Qingcheng could only hire a few local people to a limited extent. The resulting work was really a total mess, as they were free-spirited and inefficient, often stopping work halfway to have afternoon tea.

Zhang Dongyuan guessed this would be the outcome, but fortunately, he also hired Huaxia people. The extra local hires were considered a needless salary expense to buy some peace.

However, once the civil engineering was almost done, the Gauls notified him that the electricians had to be locals—your own electricians aren’t qualified. What if there’s a major accident? Hence, we must use our people.

Besides electricians, even the tree nursery staff had to be locals—you might not meet environmental standards.

To put it bluntly, it was simply bullying, mainly because they saw Zhang Dongyuan and others as Huaxia people, and in the Western perception, most Huaxia people are fairly honest, so bullying was tolerated.

But Zhang Dongyuan was the leader of a sect and could handle this situation. His decision to build the Daoist Temple in Gaul was not without any preparations, so he asked someone to greet a few influential figures.

His temple wasn’t large anyway, and those making things difficult were just small fries. After the agreement was reached, the Daoist Temple hired a few more locals, and they worked alongside each other.

After four or five days, the Gauls were truly incompetent, so Zhang Dongyuan waved his hand... dismissed!

It’s not that I didn’t give you a chance, it’s just that you really are not qualified!

Qingcheng gave them another chance, and since others spoke for Zhang Dongyuan, firing them was a matter of course.

These people lost their jobs but didn’t dare to stir up trouble in other ways, so they protested every now and then just to be a nuisance.

The Daoist Temple couldn’t be bothered with them; you might block the road, but it’s impossible to block it 24 hours a day—actually, Gauls really aren’t hardworking; they protest during lunchtime and leave in the evening, occasionally stopping for afternoon tea in between.

For the Huaxia people in the Daoist Temple, these people didn’t seem capable of anything besides being annoying.

However, what Feng Jun saw was different. He furrowed his brows and murmured a light "huh."

The Earth Spirit also sensed his thoughts and couldn’t help but remark, "This lineage of Daoist tradition is truly patient. The post-magical era is indeed sorrowful."

Feng Jun gestured with a hand seal, and the surrounding winds and clouds rapidly changed; the strong wind was so fierce people could hardly stand upright, and the sky turned pitch black as if night had fallen in an instant.

The protesters noticed the weather change and quickly packed up their banners, but unexpectedly, the wind blew them loudly, and when one person tried to gather them, they were almost swept off their feet.

The wind ultimately didn’t blow them away, but did knock two of them down; as they loosened their grip, the banners were gone.

"The wind is too strong, let’s head back," someone shouted amidst the gale, "Looks like rain is coming too!"

"Let’s hide in the cars for a bit," someone reluctantly suggested, "If the rain passes quickly, we can continue protesting."

"Without the banners, what are we protesting for?" someone shouted, "We’ll come back tomorrow."

Everyone then drove down the mountain, but unexpectedly, the massive dark cloud moved swiftly to the town and poured heavy rain for more than ten minutes before gradually dispersing.

The protesters ran fast enough to avoid getting drenched, but the next morning, each of them looked cross-eyed and crooked-mouthed, appearing as if they’d suffered a stroke.

In Gaul, there weren’t any effective treatments for stroke; generally, doctors considered it "facial nerve paralysis," with treatment consisting of hot compresses and the proverbial "drink more hot water."

If one or two people were affected, they wouldn’t mind, but now the issue was that everyone who visited the Daoist Temple suffered from it. After discussing, they believed it was certainly the result of being blown by that strange wind yesterday.

How should this matter be interpreted? Someone suggested, "Let’s go to the Daoist Temple and demand compensation! If they hadn’t fired us, would we have gone there yesterday?"

The person who spoke had a whimsical idea, but when people are looking for trouble, even the most bizarre reasons can be used, just as it happens between nations and, even more so, between people.

Everyone was initially taken aback and then considered it; they felt Huaxia people posed no real threat, so they all agreed.

The one who proposed the idea opened the car door to get in, but suddenly, there was a loud crash from the clear sky, and a bolt of lightning struck down, knocking him to the ground.