Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 2112 - 2114: Cautiously

Feng Jun said he would wait for a few days, but plans can’t keep up with changes.

Rongxun from Taiqing had just successfully endured the Tribulation Thunder, and Mei Yeyu, perhaps affected by the Core Formation Aura, finally began forming his core.

Mei Yeyu had been in seclusion for almost two months, which isn’t much under normal circumstances, but among the many core formers at White Pebble Beach, the time he spent in seclusion before forming his core was the longest.

Feng Jun actually had quite a bit of confidence in him, but still, he had his pride. In other residences, they were forming their cores one after another; how could Mountain Master Feng’s manor be an exception?

Mei Yeyu’s core formation process went extremely smoothly; it only took three days to form the core, which was precisely the momentum advocated by sword cultivators. Two hours later, he faced the Tribulation Thunder, which was quite intense, but he handled it decisively and efficiently.

After the Tribulation Thunder ended, he could even stand up and clasp his hands in greeting to those around him, before sitting down to recover his body and stabilize his realm.

With Yue Qing’s pride, seeing this couldn’t help but nod in acknowledgment, "A worthy figure, indeed deserves to form a core in Mountain Master Feng’s manor."

Mei Yeyu had just finished forming his core when there was another surge of core formation aura from the Crimson Phoenix Sect’s side, this time it was a disciple of the Jinwu Sect who finally had a feeling and was about to form his core.

Qu Jianlei couldn’t help but remark, "One after the other, how magnificent it truly is!"

Feng Jun remembered this disciple, who initially looked down on White Pebble Beach, but later recognized the peer’s aura and asked Feng Jun for a deduction, after which he decisively turned to praise.

However, this person ultimately had the pride of an elite disciple and only chose a standard deduction instead of the "full package," and his chances of forming a core weren’t low, so there was no reason to increase the budget.

Feng Jun glanced at True Immortal Wu Nan, "Does your disciple from Jinwu need more time? But... helping him will cost extra money."

True Immortal Wu Nan hesitated, then asked, "How long does it take to dispel the curse?"

He should have asked this question earlier, but Feng Jun’s demeanor was so aloof that he, despite being an entire large realm higher, did not dare to ask and could only wait for the "right moment" to mention it.

Feng Jun thought for a moment before answering, "If everything goes smoothly, it’ll take half a day; if not... then it could be unpredictable."

True Immortal Wan Qing, who usually did not regard those who had not transcended as significant, found it inappropriate to speak because the disciple undergoing core formation was from their own sect. But after hearing Feng Jun’s answer, they immediately nodded, "Half a day should be enough."

No one mentioned what would happen if it exceeded half a day. Cultivators emphasize maintaining their hearts, but also stress keeping a sense of reverence. Some potentially negative guesses can be discussed in advance, but they should never be spoken aloud when the moment comes to avoid jinxing it.

Feng Jun gave him a deep look, "Are you ready?"

True Immortal Wan Qing nodded slightly, while True Immortal Wu Nan gave him a strange glance, feeling a bit puzzled: What is Wan Qing preparing for?

Because there were too many people around, the five chose a gravel beach about fifty miles away from the core area. Someone noticed their departure and was momentarily curious—what was Mountain Master Feng doing with four True Immortals?

However, before they could react, True Immortal Yi Jue released a pressure of Nascent Soul Peak, and her divine sense was exceptionally cold, meaning: Be good, stay out of what doesn’t concern you.

Naturally, everyone didn’t dare interfere. Could a master get involved in what a True Immortal is concerned with? Even someone as arrogant as Yue Qing could only retract his divine sense—one True Immortal’s matter, he might muster the courage to try, but there were four over there!

Once they arrived, Feng Jun first released his Golden Core Journey, activating all formations inside except for the defensive formation, and then invited True Immortal Wu Nan inside.

True Immortal Wan Qing coughed lightly, "Since you don’t want others to see, I have a small Heaven Shielding Array, which doesn’t interfere much with karma, but it’s quite suitable for preventing others from investigating."

Yi Jue also brought out an array plate, saying it was an ancient remnant formation she had improved, originally used to suppress Demonic Fiends, but now... it’s mainly for resisting divine sense attacks, and minor divine sense probes should be much safer.

This was a failed modification, its effect very limited, and even at this moment, it didn’t seem to have much significance.

However, True Immortal Yi Jue felt it might help Feng Jun, so she brought it out. After all, at her level, she didn’t care about being laughed at—without failure, how could there be success? Was she someone who couldn’t afford to fail?

In fact, Feng Jun rated her modification quite highly, "So you also perform formation deductions. I’m really impressed."

"It’s ultimately not as good as your Simplified Spirit Gathering Array," True Immortal Yi Jue was pleased in her heart, but her expression remained calm. Recently, she’d gathered quite a bit of information about Feng Jun, including his Simplified Spirit Gathering Array, which he sold when he first started out.

At her core, she was a proud person, but she quietly bought a set of the Simplified Spirit Gathering Array, and after testing it, she believed Feng Jun’s accomplishments in formation techniques were also quite extraordinary, or she would straightforwardly state, just talk about deductions, why mention formations?

The face of the True Immortal Jiu Wei looked rather unwell, "So we can’t use divine sense to perceive?"

In order to guard against the "Domain Karma" mentioned by Feng Jun, all three decided to heed his advice, stepping aside appropriately, witnessing the event from ten miles away, while also casting various protective measures on themselves.

For a Nascent Soul True Immortal, ten miles is no different from ten meters; they could see clearly with their naked eyes. However, to be safe, one would naturally want to use divine sense, but True Immortal Yi Jue had brought out such a formation that everyone had to rely on their vision.

"Divine sense can be used," explained True Immortal Yi Jue, "just don’t harbor any malice, after all, we’re just observing, aren’t we?"

Feng Jun began to busy himself inside his journey. The three observers found it somewhat tiring, as hovering in the air requires spiritual energy, which could potentially draw the Domain Karma—though this was the Kunhao Realm, and the Qingping Realm consciousness couldn’t intrude, but still—what if?

Even the slightest possibility was a gamble no one dared to take; for True Immortals, a Domain Consciousness was still overwhelmingly powerful.

True Immortal Wan Qing thought for a moment, then with a large grasp, molded the earth into a platform, instantly raising a platform one mile thick and two miles high, and True Immortal Jiu Wei casually smacked a reinforcement talisman onto it, flying the three of them to the top.

After flying up, True Immortal Yi Jue casually released tables and chairs, then tossed out two Defense Array Disks to activate, and surprisingly, pulled out a monocular telescope.

Not to be outdone, True Immortal Wan Qing also tossed out a Formation Plate, then brought out tea and dried fruits, "No rush, it might still be a while. Fellow Daoist Yi Jue, what do you have in your hand?"

"A mundane item, makes viewing easier," Yi Jue replied while adjusting the focus skillfully. For a Nascent Soul True Immortal, this distance was negligible, and though she used the monocular, she kept both eyes open, vastly different in visual effect.

But she enjoyed this kind of contrast, at least one eye had it easier, right? Having been a True Immortal for many years, it was always about this sense of distance.

"A mundane item, is it also the product of Mountain Master Feng?" True Immortal Jiu Wei couldn’t help but ask.

While they were chatting, in the core area of White Pebble Beach, many Golden Core Masters were also communicating through divine sense, ultimately pondering what was happening, with some suspecting an attack from outside the domain, "Perhaps they are keeping us from following for our own good."

This speculation wasn’t off, but seeing the platform rise in the distance made everyone uneasy. All could confirm it had been conjured temporarily using magic. The question then became—what were these True Immortals doing by ascending high, trying to show off?

Ascension is normal; the higher one stands, the farther one sees, but...isn’t hovering better? They are all True Immortals; who wouldn’t know how to fly?

Feng Jun didn’t pay attention to these matters—for there was no point. His business here required only adequate protection, primarily guarding against the cultivators of White Pebble Beach to prevent leaks. If any other accidents happened, this level of protection would be useless.

He invited True Immortal Wu Nan to sit opposite him, and after the two shared a pot of tea, he took out a mobile phone, conducting a final deduction—without using a Substitute Soul Puppet this time, as it wasn’t necessary. Discovering no issues, he asked, "Are you ready?"

"Ready," True Immortal Wu Nan nodded, narrowing his eyes while regulating his breathing, then opened his eyes, slowly extending his left fist—with four fingers clenched, only the little finger extended.

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "Mountain Master Feng, the curse has been pushed to the first two joints. Cutting at the base will sever the curse."

Feng Jun furrowed his brow, "Check again, are all traces of the curse gone?"

"I’m quite certain of it," True Immortal Wu Nan’s mouth curved into a slight smile, appearing both helpless yet full of confidence, altogether a peculiar smile, "The Qingping Realm kept their word, as I can clearly perceive."

"That’s good," Feng Jun nodded, "Cut off the left little finger then."

True Immortal Wu Nan had prepared for days, forcing all the curse into the little finger, which was even slightly blue at the tip. Without hesitation at Feng Jun’s words, he drew a short sword and slashed down fiercely.

The body of a Nascent Soul is exceptionally robust—at least to a Golden Core Master, it is mostly unyielding, only achievable by self-operation to sever this finger.

After it was cut down, the wound on his hand naturally contracted, without a drop of blood, though Golden Core bodies are inherently sealed, the Nascent Soul True Immortal compacting a bit of blood is hardly an issue.

As for bleeding in battle, that’s merely due to neglecting consolidation.

Yet the severed little finger still oozed blood, which was crucial; deliberate treatment would mean the curse couldn’t be severed.

True Immortal Wu Nan lifted his right hand, sending a ball of Gang Qi to envelop the severed finger, which then flew into a box that automatically closed.

He proceeded with extreme caution, not even thinking to reclaim the released Gang Qi, fearing any recontamination from the curse, "Is it done?"

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