Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 520 - : I love you

Chapter 520: I love you

Thanks to Elder Hu’s renewed interest, the contract for the mountain land proceeded exceptionally smoothly.

When some regional legal issues arose, Elder Hu personally went to the provincial capital to discuss the matter. The provincial authorities quickly came up with a solution, issuing a targeted document and disseminating it downwards.

The city committee, which had not shown much concern for the matter, finally made a clear statement, supporting Chaoyang County’s attempt in this area.

At the city committee, they had not fully grasped Hu Changqing’s true intentions, so they had been somewhat vague and noncommittal about the project. However, once Elder Hu met with Feng Jun at the Yunyuan Hotel, it became impossible to keep it a secret from others.

This was the municipal government’s guesthouse, a hotspot for rumors and gossip among Yunyuan’s officialdom, not lacking in various hearsay.

Upon hearing the news, Yunyuan’s top official, even though Feng Jun only booked a room for two hours specifically to wait for Elder Hu, saw the big picture: Hu Changqing had set aside his pride and taken the initiative to reach out.

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At that moment, he no longer worried that Elder Hu might have ulterior motives, nor was he concerned about explaining the matter to the Gu Family. So he decided to fully support the initiative and, by the way… Yunyuan’s finances hadn’t been doing well these past few years either.

During this trip to Chaoyang, Feng Jun stayed for nine days to straighten out his general plan before driving away from his hometown.

Upon returning to Zhengyang, he received some good news. Sister Hong had participated in an exhibition and sold over three billion yuan’s worth of jade.

This greatly alleviated his financial pressure, and soon, Zhengyang’s jade auction was also set to take place as scheduled.

In the backyard of the backyard, the foundation for the jade stone house had been laid, with one underground floor and two above ground. Its framework was also in place, and now it was just waiting for large blocks of jade to build the walls.

Feng Jun was short of Spirit Stones, but he really wasn’t short of jade. After returning to the manor, he cleared the site and moved over three hundred tons of jade.

When Sister Hong came back in the evening and heard about this, she went out to take a look, and was immediately chilled to the bone, “Feng Jun, if just one photo of this construction site got out, the price of jade across the country would plummet.”

“We’re using it ourselves, not selling it,” Feng Jun laughed upon hearing this, “Besides, these days, photos don’t equate to the truth anymore. You could grind marble and pass it off as jade.”

Sister Hong was of course aware of this. Even if the jade house was built, only a few people who experienced it firsthand would know it was made of real jade. To outsiders, if they mistook it for Han Bai jade, it would already be a great compliment to the homeowner.

Would photos spread around be any use? Useless, videos too. So, this act was doomed to be an indulgence of self-admiration, a mere self-conceit.

But the problem was, she felt heartbroken over the money, “Using these irregular pieces of jade like bluestone for carving is just too wasteful.”

Fortunately, she didn’t question where he had gotten this enormous quantity of jade from—after all, even Cai Xin had a Storage Talisman.

The waste from carving these several hundred tons of jade would amount to at least tens of tons. How much money was that?

Thinking it over, Feng Jun decided to collect the jade back up, “Forget it, I’ll have it processed over there and then transport it back.”

Sister Hong was so anxious she almost wanted to stamp her feet, but then she calmed down and smiled sweetly, “Fine, as long as you’re happy.”

Checking the time, Feng Jun realized it was the end of September, and in a few days, it would be the week-long national holiday. He thought he might be disturbed during the short break but decided he didn’t need to wait until October to advance in his cultivation—it would be now.

So, at dinner that night, he mentioned to everyone that he planned to advance in his cultivation in the next few days.

Now in Luohua Manor, because of the construction work, the Spirit Gathering Array in the backyard was dismantled, and everyone was cultivating in the bamboo forest of the valley. Even Gu Jiahui was there recuperating.

When he cultivated, no one else could, but he reassured them that once the jade house in the backyard was built, they could return to normal. He emphasized that there was a reason for his rush to advance in cultivation.

He also mentioned that while he was in seclusion, if they acted as protectors nearby, they could actually benefit from some of the Spiritual Energy, and the effect wouldn’t be too bad.

Gazi was the first to express support, “Brother Jun, just go ahead and cultivate. With such dense Spiritual Energy, borrowing a little should indeed enhance our results.”

The others shared the same view.

Everyone knew that when a master cultivates, the density of Spiritual Energy is many times higher than usual. Of course, no one found this unfair—it was all the master’s resources to begin with. Besides, could the cultivation plane of a master even compare to ours?

However, Zhang Caixin was not happy. When leaving, she pulled Feng Jun aside and whispered, “Your continuous advancements… are you worried about losing to me?”

Her hands were ice cold, and she was not much shorter than him. As she spoke quietly, her bright red lips fluttered under her high nose. The tip of her tongue moved between her pearly white teeth, somewhat irresistible.

For a moment, Feng Jun even recalled the charming scent of her perspiration—how could sweat glands produce such alluring odors?

Catching himself, he regained his composure. The flicker of emotion went deep into his bones and soul, but Sister Hong was nearby.

He could have let his emotions run wild heedlessly, but how would Sister Hong face others after that?

So he smiled and replied quietly, “Yes, I’m worried about losing to you. So you better work hard to beat me.”

“Damn it!” Zhang Caixin flipped him off in an uncivil manner, her slender, fair finger making the rude gesture look… intriguingly different. “You’re just bullying me because I can’t catch up with you. If you dare, let me cultivate for half a month first.”

“I won’t keep you,” Feng Jun said with a smile as he shook his head, then headed towards the good scenery, “Teacher Mei, if you are free lately, come to the manor more often. Once I start my closed-door cultivation, we will be short-staffed.”

Director Mei hesitated before replying, “Maybe… after the National Day holiday, I’ll try to squeeze in a few more classes.”

Others saw her as an unambitious salted fish, but all she wanted was to take control of her own destiny. The steady income from teaching, in fact, exceeded that of her piano business. She was aware of Feng Jun’s miraculous abilities, but couldn’t be sure if she could truly grasp them.

That’s why she always appeared so unhurried and unconcerned.

Feng Jun inwardly sighed but said nothing. He then refocused his attention on his next advancement.

Once the Heaven-Swallowing Formation was activated, the density of the spiritual energy intoxicated everyone present.

Gazi sat down right at the edge of the valley, “If it stays this concentrated, it feels like I’ll advance very soon.”

If he were to advance again, that would mean becoming a martial master—a breakthrough.

Wang Haifeng couldn’t help but tease him, “With this concentration of spiritual energy, anyone could advance. The key is whether you can manage the consolidation.”

As it turned out, they were both getting ahead of themselves. The formation had only been raised for a day and, indeed, the spiritual energy was incredibly dense, but after another half day, not long after Feng Jun stepped into the bamboo forest, the surrounding spiritual energy crazily surged toward the heart of the formation.

“It’s over, we can’t cultivate anymore,” Zhang Caixin, being the most sensitive to spiritual energy, grudgingly ceased her cultivation and stood up.

Gazi was a bit reluctant and persisted for half an hour before he too dejectedly gave up, “No use, if I continue cultivating, it feels like my cultivation level will drop.”

And he was right; the Devouring Primordial Heaven Technique was just that domineering.

The technique could absorb not just spiritual energy but even the insignificant amount of energy in food. If he cultivated near Feng Jun, it would have a significant impact on him. It couldn’t be said that his cultivation level would be stripped away, but if this went on for long, his cultivation level might indeed regress.

Gazi’s statement earned Zhang Caixin’s endorsement.

Because of Feng Jun’s reputation, everyone knew that Zhang Caixin was the most talented, and her performance was astonishing. Her endorsement frightened everyone into not daring to leech off spiritual energy any longer, and they could only honestly act as protectors nearby.

While Feng Jun was in seclusion, everyone else would also guard and protect the area. But this time, they were experiencing his cultivation up close. The spiritual energy from the Heaven-Swallowing Formation had already amazed them, but the sheer amount of spiritual energy Feng Jun required for his cultivation left them all dumbstruck.

Wang Haifeng spoke for everyone when he said, “All of us combined, multiplied by ten, wouldn’t use this much spiritual energy. Yet I can’t shake the feeling that it’s still not enough for the master… just what level of cultivation has he reached?”

Zhang Caixin also let out a long sigh and spoke into the walkie-talkie with a wistful voice, “Not just by ten, at least by a hundred…”

This gap didn’t cause her to despair but instead reinforced her determination not to be outdone.

That was their reaction, but interestingly enough, there was someone unaffected by Feng Jun’s cultivation—Gu Jiahui.

Strictly speaking, she was here for recuperation, not cultivation, but while others reluctantly moved away, she actually moved closer to leech off the spiritual energy, and she said she felt quite comfortable.

Xu Leigang and others were somewhat discontent, but before Feng Jun entered seclusion, he didn’t arrange anything special, merely mentioning that she could leech the spiritual energy and should not interrupt her treatment. So they could only watch her lounging by the valley edge, leisurely leeching spiritual energy and playing with her mobile phone…

Feng Jun rushed through as fast as he could, but even so, it was the end of September by the time he reached the Qi Refining Sixth Layer.

He then resolutely took another four days to push his cultivation level to the peak of the sixth layer.

When Feng Jun emerged from seclusion, it was the start of October.

Now, with the national holiday upon them, indeed, many people wanted to visit the manor, but they were unquestionably stopped by the gate guards.

Most were just driving by when they spotted the “stunning and beautiful” mountain ridge from a distance, thinking it might be a nice attraction, so they came to try their luck.

But there were some with considerable influence who insisted on making their way in, like the Forestry Bureau, which wanted to organize an autumn excursion here, complete with a farmhouse retreat; Sister Hong intervened to stop them.

Mayor Zang also sent people to ask if they could row boats on the river, with Gao Qiang stepping up to bar their way.

The toughest to turn away was probably Chao Ying. Unable to reach Feng Jun by phone, President Chao directly contacted Gazi, saying he was passing by Zhengyang and wanted to recognize the gates of Luohua Manor.

Gazi was somewhat stubborn, but kind-hearted. He even remembered that thanks to President Chao’s intervention, he received the salary for the ten days at the Forestry Guesthouse, which by now seemed trivial to him, but he knew he should be grateful.

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So he didn’t know how to refuse—after all, he still relied on the Chao siblings’ assistance with the contract for the mountain land.

In the end, it was Yang Yuxin who stepped forward, “Feng Jun is in seclusion. You’ve come at an inconvenient time.”

(Updated to, calling for a guarantee on the monthly ticket.)