Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 1964 - 1966: Stolen

It’s clear that Zhang Caixin is genuinely happy, but Yang Yuxin snorts, "This brat without any manners."

Of course, she’s just saying it casually. When she delivered Zhong Lijing to Feng Jun, Xiao Zhong already understood the relationship between Director Yang and Elder Feng.

Zhong Lijing didn’t mind all this, as long as she could be by Feng Jun’s side, she wouldn’t care about such little details, "Is Zhang Yunzhen very famous?"

Yang Yuxin sneers, "Without Elder Feng, who would even know who she is? To let go of someone like Elder Feng, a potential big player, I truly admire her foresight!"

"What foresight does she have?" Zhong Lijing instinctively retorts, "She’s completely blind... But it’s good she’s blind. If she weren’t, we wouldn’t have had our chance."

Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin exchange a glance and burst into laughter—they now understand Zhong Lijing better, knowing she’s completely straightforward. If others say such things, it might be flattery, but when she says it, she genuinely means it.

That night, Feng Jun did not rest. After practicing yoga, he silently sat in meditation and adjusted his breathing. He felt his state was nearly perfect and could attempt forming a core.

However, the Devouring Primordial Heaven Technique still had about six months of cooldown time left, so he could head to the Kunhao Plane to hone more.

Should he take Zhong Lijing this time? He hesitated a bit. Technically, Zhong Lijing had not reached the third level of shedding her mortal coil and could never follow; yet he still considered it—she is a typical Jiangnan beauty after all.

It seems men are indeed pigs, and the intelligence-lowering halo automatically appears when infatuated.

But he still has some sense, realizing quickly that it’s not appropriate: she doesn’t speak Haozhou dialect, there’s no way to bring her.

The next moment, he furrowed his brow slightly. His figure flickered and disappeared into thin air.

When he reappeared, he was outside of Qingcheng Taoist Temple in Gaul, and it was deep night in Gaul now.

His Divine Sense scanned, and as expected, the Yin Yang Fish hanging on the corner of the main hall was gone.

The Yin Yang Fish was his Talisman treasure left in Qingcheng, which could be activated three times. It had been used once already, with only Zhang Dongyuan capable of driving it.

Now that the Talisman treasure was missing, Feng Jun sent out his Divine Sense and quickly locked onto a motorcycle twenty kilometers away.

There was only one rider; the Yin Yang Fish was packed in a box strapped to the back seat.

Interestingly, the box’s material was odd; the Yin Yang Fish’s aura was faintly visible and had a very strong shielding function.

What Feng Jun wanted most was not to retrieve the Yin Yang Fish, but to take away the box itself—Beauty Lin would certainly love it.

However, the urgent matter was to check out who stole the Yin Yang Fish.

The theft took place about ten minutes ago, and Feng Jun was slow to react, but that couldn’t be helped. He couldn’t possibly monitor it all the time, only noticing when the Yin Yang Fish started moving quickly.

The unfortunate part is that the people in Qingcheng Taoist Temple hadn’t discovered the loss of the Yin Yang Fish, but it wasn’t negligence—Feng Jun had instructed Zhang Dongyuan not to tell anyone about the Yin Yang Fish.

In other words, all the Taoist masters knew there was a secret hidden beside the Martial Practice Field, but nobody knew the importance of the Yin Yang Fish.

Merely ten minutes, and Time Rewind couldn’t be easier. Feng Jun found the scene from back then, and even though the thief only revealed a pair of eyes, he still locked onto the suspect—Eric, the same Eric who was willing to sell a watch just to offer incense.

Feng Jun always thought that although the Gauls were scatterbrained and lazy, they should have beliefs. The Bastille incident was their doing, followed by red books, barricades, yellow vests, and the like, all proving their indomitable spirit.

Yet you have become a devoted follower of the Daoist sect, and you steal the Yin Yang Fish?

This really shatters one’s worldview. Feng Jun’s evaluation of the Gauls changed again.

Nevertheless, this isn’t the main issue. He has comprehensive information on Eric and doesn’t need to rush.

The key point is that the one riding the motorcycle is not Eric, meaning Eric couldn’t possess that box.

Feng Jun flickered, landing on top of the motorcycle.

At this point, he should apprehend the rider and then conduct a Soul Search, tracking back layer by layer to find the mastermind.

However, on the Gaul side, Feng Jun has dealt ruthlessly before. Last time with Daniel from the "Aitai" organization, he was killed outright, without bothering with successive Soul Searches—it was just too cumbersome.

After all, there are only a few of those behind the scenes. What’s the use of locking onto them? As long as he can’t kill everyone entirely, such things cannot be completely avoided.

So he discreetly branded the rider without hastily acting.

The driver rode for more than fifty kilometers, placed the box behind a small bush by the roadside, and then drove away.

Feng Jun originally intended to go down and examine the box, but when he searched on his mobile phone, he found there were surveillance cameras around, so he didn’t bother and took out a cigarette to light, smoking silently.

He noticed there was some change in his mindset. When dealing with adversaries from the Earth Plane, he no longer felt the need to meticulously trace back to find the mastermind as he used to. Instead, he leaned more towards a brutal strike and then moving on.

After all, those people wouldn’t be scared away; even if they temporarily retreated, they would never give up their coveting. It might be better to kill them once if there’s an opportunity.

So his mindset changed, increasingly viewing the opponents as mere ants, to be killed whenever he wished. Besides, he had so many things to do, was it worth exerting such effort?

Just after a cigarette’s time, a car came from afar, a man with a turban got down from the passenger seat, walked straight to the small grove, picked up the box, and sped off with it in the trunk.

The time from parking to restarting the car was less than ten seconds.

But this was enough for Feng Jun to ascertain their identities—two North Africans.

Then he inscribed two more sigils and said he wanted to return to Luohua. The man with the turban received a phone call and changed the car’s direction as per the instructions.

Out of curiosity, Feng Jun stopped his actions—for it was just one in the morning, far from daybreak. He thought it was better to sleep first.

After some turns, the two drove to a spot beside a football club, parked the car, and snoozed away.

After dawn, someone took the box from the car and delivered it to a cathedral.

So it was indeed the work of the Vatican, Feng Jun pondered, still returning to Luohua. He was not in a hurry with such matters, watching where they would send the box next—he was too lazy for a detailed soul search, but hoped to find someone high up the chain.

However, to his surprise, that very night, the box was delivered to the Mai Nation Embassy.

Feng Jun couldn’t quite understand it; wasn’t the relationship between the Vatican and Mai Nation rather indifferent? What kind of maneuver was this?

Thus, he was even less in a hurry to act, wanting to see what the opponent was up to.

The box stayed at the Mai Nation Embassy for three days. Presumably, many people were researching it. Feng Jun had a mind to hit them hard, reminiscent of Belgrade years ago, but ultimately he restrained himself, wanting to see how things would develop further.

As things went on, they became increasingly bizarre. The box was then taken onto a Mai Nation destroyer. To be honest, when he discovered this, Feng Jun was really tempted, but obviously, the destroyer didn’t have very strong research capabilities.

Ten days later, the box reached mainland Mai Nation and was airlifted to a research facility in the middle of the desert.

There was powerful security protection around the research facility. Clearly, it was a military restricted area.

The Yin Yang Fish, as an object with "minor energy fluctuations," was unexpectedly discovered by them. Through a series of operations, they contacted Eric, who was relatively familiar with the Daoist Temple, to steal this "decoration."

Originally, Eric didn’t want to do it. He knew very well that the Daoist Temple was not to be trifled with, but the opponent explained that they wanted to purchase it, but the temple wouldn’t sell, so they had to "take it themselves."

Of course, what finally moved Eric was the generous reward; three thousand euros were enough for him to betray his faith.

To prevent invoking the temple’s mysterious powers, the transportation of the Yin Yang Fish was delayed. In fact, whether it was the cathedral or the embassy, they were testing the temple’s tracking abilities, until the item was on the warship.

The people from Mai Nation were confident in their warships; despite their navy being not too peaceful in the past two years, with submarines going missing, it was surely Ivan’s doing. Only the disappearance of Lexington remains unexplained to this day.

When the Yin Yang Fish was brought to the research facility, they were even less worried about security issues. However, to be safe, they sent it to an underground lab 200 meters deep. Simultaneously, while the defenses appeared unchanged, the security level was raised to the highest.

Inside the lab, all sorts of security measures were well implemented. Only two researchers, dressed in full protective gear, stood beside the Yin Yang Fish. The majority viewed it through one-way glass or even remotely via surveillance cameras.

The first day involved various recordings and tests, leaving behind a wealth of data, followed by index research.

The second day was composition testing, but just that morning, around ten local time, the Yin Yang Fish suddenly began to glow. The increase in brightness wasn’t rapid, but very determined.

The two researchers were stunned for two seconds, momentarily unsure of what to do, until a remote expert voiced, "Oh my God, it won’t explode, will it? Lower the isolation shield... prepare for evacuation."

The thick and transparent isolation shield slowly descended, enveloping the Yin Yang Fish. Half a minute later, it was bright as a neon light, its brightness still increasing.

"There’s an unknown massive energy generating," came the frantic shouts through the earpiece. "Evacuate, everyone evacuate... activate all isolation walls, I repeat, activate all isolation walls, this is not a drill, this is not a drill!"

Alas, it was futile. This research facility, from its inception, was outfitted with all sorts of defenses, including reinforced concrete tens of meters thick, able to withstand Muhai weapons. But most defenses were against external attacks.

A minute later, the Yin Yang Fish finally exploded with a bang—not with a loud sound, but the violent shockwave combined with the bizarre high temperature instantly penetrated all defenses.