Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 469 - : Change in Physique

Chapter 469: Chapter 469: Change in Physique

Sister Hong, upon hearing those words, was instantly furious, with rage boiling up in her heart and malice springing to her guts.

She stretched out her hand and twisted Feng Jun hard once more, then glared at him fiercely.

Feng Jun ignored her and calculated the time – six periods… twelve hours, “Eat the second one at midnight.”

The Antidote Pill is time-sensitive, and after six periods, its effectiveness will greatly weaken.

He couldn’t give her the pills in advance since the other party was quite capable, and he truly disliked others analyzing his medicine.

It was the same old saying: he didn’t fear trouble, but he also didn’t like it.

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The woman, upon hearing this, was also taken aback, and then nodded her head, “Alright, then at midnight… Will you bring the pills then, or give them to me now?”

Her mood had noticeably improved a lot; it seemed the effectiveness of the Antidote Pill was truly extraordinary.

Feng Jun shook his head solemnly and said, “I can’t give it to you now, wait for tonight.”

The woman glanced at his long legs, then thoughtfully nodded, “Alright, I’ll wait for you.”

She seemed… to have misunderstood?

After she left, Sister Hong looked at Feng Jun thoughtfully, “If this woman dressed up a bit… she would be quite something.”

Feng Jun looked at her, unable to hide his amusement, “Are you okay? You were the one who said that she’s an auntie… Her daughter is not bad though.”

“Oh~~~” Sister Hong prolonged her tone and looked at him sideways, making an expression that seemed like an epiphany.

Feng Jun’s face darkened, and he spoke unhappily, “Looking for trouble, aren’t you?”

“You’re the one who set up a rendezvous for midnight,” Sister Hong looked at him with a suggestive gaze, “You’re the one looking for trouble… the kind you like?”

“I can’t even talk to you, someone so worldly,” Feng Jun expressed his helplessness, “Do you really think my taste is that low?”

“But I can’t use it today,” Sister Hong looked at him frankly, boldly stating, “I’m just letting you touch a bit, to satisfy your craving for a while. Teacher Mei might not even come back today, you… are in a dry spell.”

“Tch,” Feng Jun scoffed disdainfully, “If I wanted to, isn’t there Cai Xin? Hey, hey… stop pinching! Pinch again and I’ll really get annoyed.”

Sister Hong glared at him fiercely, “Don’t joke about Cai Xin.”

“Wasn’t that just rambling?” Feng Jun pouted, changing the subject, “Looking at the woman’s condition, it seems to be going well. I’m going to check it out. If everything is fine, I will go back to my room to rest for a bit, then come back tonight…”

The girl’s condition had indeed improved a lot. Lung fibrosis is extremely painful, but what caused her more agony was the ongoing process, particularly the pain felt by the parts not yet fibrosed.

The Antidote Pill effectively slowed down this process, giving the girl much relief. Seeing Feng Jun get into the car, she even showed a smile, “Thank you, uncle.”

Uncle… Feng Jun was somewhat speechless at the title, but he was too idle to make a fuss. He stepped forward and took her pulse for another ten minutes, then nodded, “Alright, maintain this state, patients need calm… I will come back tonight.”

That night at midnight, when he returned to the bus, almost everyone was awake. Seeing him come aboard, their gazes unreservedly focused on him.

As expected, when he produced the second pill, the slender middle-aged woman asked with a trembling voice, “Master… could you give us some powder?”

“No,” Feng Jun answered directly, thinking to himself that it was good he hadn’t left the Antidote Pill behind.

The woman spoke up, “Master… could you sell me an extra pill? I’m worried that two might not be sufficient.”

Feng Jun looked at her and shook his head, replying casually, “Two are enough.”

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As he spoke, he directly stuffed the pill into the girl’s mouth, this time bypassing the slender woman’s hands.

Watching the girl swallow the elixir, he raised his hand and started patting her body.

Everyone present was startled, but only the woman had the courage to ask, “Master… what are you doing?”

“Helping the medicine’s power to dissipate,” Feng Jun replied indifferently, “Thoroughly removing the residual poison.”

Upon hearing this, someone started to record with a mobile phone.

Feng Jun wasn’t afraid of being recorded; without the support of spiritual energy, learning his technique was futile for others.

However, he didn’t like trouble, and the other party’s recording wasn’t permitted by him, so he spoke sternly, “No recording.”

The person recording, not a medical staff member, couldn’t help but explain, “This involves Miss Hui’s privacy; it won’t be leaked.”

Feng Jun stopped his hands, turned his head to look at the individual, and uttered a light snort, “Hmm?”

The temperature in the bus seemed to drop seven to eight degrees all at once.

Seeing this, the woman quickly spoke up, “Turn off the mobile phone, delete it… Smash the phone.”

The person could only sullenly turn off their phone, looking quite displeased, thinking to themselves that they were recording some useful information to help her, and this was his response?

Feng Jun turned away and continued to pat the girl’s body, speaking lightly, “In my place, you follow my rules… don’t make trouble for yourself.”

He said it casually, but no one doubted that he meant what he said and could act on it.

After another apology from the woman, Feng Jun paid no attention and had the girl turn over, then started patting again with crisp sounds.

The slapping session lasted for over twenty minutes, and to his surprise, a slight sweat formed on the girl’s body.

He stopped his hands and observed, nodding his head in satisfaction, “I will come again tomorrow at noon, by then you better think about… what kind of price you’re willing to pay.”

After finishing, he walked off the bus, pushed the motorbike he had ridden when he arrived and was ready to leave.

“Master, wait a moment,” the woman chased after him, walking up to him, “That… Could you tell me, what is it that you need?”

Feng Jun remained silent, and after thinking for a moment, asked, “Have you heard of anyone possessing a Daoist Technique?”

He wasn’t sure if there were any Daoist traditions in this world, thus his casual inquiry wasn’t filled with great expectations to actually find any.

“Um…” The woman hesitated, then shook her head in confusion, “I’ve never heard of it, but I can ask around for you.”

“Then go and ask,” Feng Jun mounted his motorbike, “Collect as much as possible, but I won’t acknowledge anything that’s worthless.”

After he spoke, he rode off into the distance on his motorbike.

The woman stood puzzled in the night, frowning and pondering, “Daoist Technique… What is that?”

The next day at noon, he arrived on time. The girl’s condition had improved much since the day before, and she even smiled and waved her hand in greeting.

Feng Jun examined her pulse and found it to be roughly as he had imagined, so he looked at nearby people as well.

As expected, the toxicity was completely eliminated, but her Jianggui Physique had transformed into a “Yimu” Physique.

After careful contemplation, Feng Jun vaguely guessed that the Jianggui Physique might have some relation to paraquat since the toxicity of paraquat was gone, the girl’s original Yimu Physique had been restored.

The Jianggui Physique was originally just a minor subsidiary of the wood element, just as Mi Yunshan’s Shadow Physique could be categorized as a Taiyin Physique.

Is the Yimu Physique better, or is the Jianggui Physique better? There’s no absolute good or bad.

The Jianggui Physique has some unique properties. If there’s an appropriate cultivation technique to match it, it can have some special effects.

The Yimu Physique belongs to a broader category, making it easier to find suitable cultivation techniques, more convenient for exchanges, and offering a wider path.

The girl’s Yimu Physique was very strong, barely different from Yu Changqing’s.

Being able to observe this change in physique was already worth Feng Jun’s intervention.

Seeing him in a daze, the woman came closer again, “Master… I have already sent people to look for what you asked for.”

Feng Jun snapped back to reality and waved his hand, “Everyone else get off the bus, move away, you sister… you stay.”

The woman was taken aback for a moment, then nodded her head, “Oh, okay… My surname is Yang.”

As noon approached, although there were clouds in the sky, it was the hottest time of the day. As soon as they left the air-conditioned bus, they immediately felt as if they were in a steaming basket.

But no one dared to complain. They could only hide under two relatively thick trees, and someone impatiently asked, “Tian Ge, how long do we have to wait? It’s unbearably hot.”

The short and stocky young man answered nonchalantly, “How would I know? You’ve enjoyed plenty of air conditioning these past two days. It’s good to sweat it out now and avoid falling sick.”

Sister Yang drove everyone away and was wondering what the other side wanted to do, when she saw Master Feng take out a pill, “Swallow this.”

Xiao Hui obediently opened her mouth, not questioning what pills they were, and gulped it down.

Oh my~ Mrs. Yang’s heart trembled violently, what kind of pills were these?

The next moment, she saw Feng Jun swiftly start to slap her daughter all over her body at a rapid pace.

His hands moved incredibly fast, leaving afterimages in the air, and the sounds of slapping coalesced into one continuous noise, like rain pelting banana leaves.

Mrs. Yang watched, dumbfounded, thinking that with such a skill, the young man truly deserved the title of “Master.”

No wonder he didn’t allow others to watch. With such awe-inspiring skills, who would want to make it publicly known?

After five or six minutes of slapping, Xiao Hui who had been gritting her teeth in endurance couldn’t help but make a sound, “Uncle, can I grunt?”

“As you like,” Feng Jun continued slapping rapidly, “but try to keep your voice down.”

The next moment, Xiao Hui grunted, but it wasn’t a grunt of pain, it seemed as though she was enjoying something.

Her soft grunts became increasingly like moans, causing Mrs. Yang’s face to redden as she listened.

Feng Jun also felt something was amiss as he listened, and after another minute or two of rapid slapping, he couldn’t help but speak out, “I say, you’re better off screaming.”

“Mmm~ Got it…” Xiao Hui replied softly, “Mmm~”

Feng Jun persisted in slapping for fifteen minutes, then finally stopped, “Let’s stop here for today… Whose moaning did you learn from!”

Mrs. Yang hesitated before speaking, “Can’t we do it a bit longer?”

If you feel the moaning is somewhat inappropriate to hear, I can get off and step aside.

Feng Jun shook his head and spoke sternly, “For the first time, the session can’t be too long. Once you get used to it, we can last a bit longer.”

(Updated to here, calling for monthly passes.)