Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 560 - : Noble Cultivation Technique
Chapter 560 -560: Noble Cultivation Technique
Second Aunt choked on Zhang Junyi’s retort, but her spirit only grew stronger in the face of defeat. Seeing her sister-in-law shield her husband, she turned to her own spouse, “Wen Cheng, help say a few words for us.”
Feng Wencheng already held some disdain for Zhang Zeping, and his wife speaking to him like this in front of his older brother made it even harder for him to save face.
It was one thing to boss around at home, but sitting in front of you are my elder brother and his wife. Don’t you know “respect your elder brother as you would your father, and your elder sister-in-law as you would your mother”?
Feng Wencheng also had a bit of a temper, having just dared to rebuke the duck neck seller. He humored his wife at home just for some peace and quiet.
So he gave a rather vague and muddled response, “Well… Xiao Jun just got back today, there’s no rush, we can talk about it later.”
Second Aunt was infuriated, but now Feng Jun truly was not the same as before. She could still see him as a junior, but deep down in her heart, didn’t she realize that he was now a goal she had to look up to?
Take her husband Feng Wencheng’s impending promotion for instance, from being a manager at the engineering department to the deputy general manager of the Forestry Guesthouse… That was not just a promotion; it was shattering a ceiling!
With six managers in the hotel, including those with strong backing, how did Feng Wencheng have the capability and luck to break through that ceiling?
The head of the Forest Bureau, Director Deng, called him specifically, pointing out that it was Chao Ying’s suggestion, and Director Deng also expressed that he personally quite admired your hard work and perseverance.
How could Chao Ying possibly take notice of a minor figure like Feng Wencheng? And Director Deng was also showing goodwill.
All things considered, both of them were doing so on account of Feng Jun’s face.
Alright, if the younger generation had capabilities, it was normal for the elders to benefit. Feng Wencheng and his wife didn’t need to thank him specifically, but shouldn’t they at least be aware of it in their hearts?
Afterward, the dinner proceeded without any further issues, but it was very clear that Zhang Zeping was not in high spirits.
Around half-past nine, everyone dispersed, and Feng Wenhui picked up an umbrella, intending to keep watch at the snack stand through the night.
“Dad, wait a second,” Feng Jun called out to him, “Let me take over the night watch. I’ve come this time to bring you and mom some real treasures. Take a look.”
What he brought this time was the Tun Na (breathing exercise) Cultivation Technique for health preservation. These martial cultivation techniques were from the treasure chamber of the Wonderful Hand Pavilion.
This technique was not commonly seen in the mobile world because it was most suitable for people who began practicing in their middle age, with very low requirements for bones and muscles, and the pain experienced during cultivation was gradual and bearable.
However, at the same time, cultivating this technique would not be too slow, but it required a large amount of natural treasures to assist it.
Precisely because of this, the Tun Na technique for health preservation wasn’t suitable for young people – during the prime of their youth, with vigorous blood and vitality, consuming too many natural treasures could be counterproductive.
In short, it was quite a decent technique, just a bit expensive, resulting in its poor popularity. It was only suitable for middle-aged and older people, making it a “noble technique.”
Interestingly, when cultivated to the level of a martial master, this martial technique could seamlessly integrate with the Donghua Royal Family’s Immortal Cultivation Techniques for health preservation, jumping directly to the initial stage of Transforming Mortality, and in the short term, one could reach the fourth level of Transforming Mortality.
In other words, it was akin to the martial version that goes hand in hand with the Donghua Royal Family’s Health-Preserving Immortal Cultivation Techniques.
Furthermore, this health preservation Tun Na technique wasn’t only compatible with the Donghua Royal Family’s cultivation technique, but in fact, the Cultivation World had several matching techniques, and they weren’t very expensive either.
Ultimately, this set of techniques was a small branch within the Cultivation World, not seeking vigorous progression but rather the maintenance of health and longevity. It wasn’t a common choice for regular people to cultivate.
But it met the needs of the Donghua Royal Family. The Royal Family’s descendants practiced cultivation mainly to have some spiritual energy, so in times of crisis for the Royal Family, they could activate powerful weapons that required spiritual energy to use.
Feng Jun also had this need, since both of his parents were approaching their fifties – Feng Wenhui was even in his fifties already. Starting cultivation at this age, choosing such a technique might spare them some pain, or at the very least, it could extend their lives.
Feng Jun did not have a vast number of natural treasures, but definitely more than enough for his parents. If they succeeded in cultivating, they could become martial masters within three to five years and then switch to immortal cultivation techniques.
Truth be told, such a situation was rare in the mobile world, making similar immortal techniques quite affordable.
However, similar martial cultivation techniques were not cheap, even though they were resource-intensive. Reaching the level of a martial master would allow one to connect with numerous immortal techniques, and if one could reach Innate and find a suitable cultivation technique, they could start directly from the seventh level of Transforming Mortality.
Feng Jun didn’t have the corresponding immortal cultivation techniques yet, but he believed he would find them sooner or later. And, by the time he did find them, it would be rather late to have his parents start cultivating then.
Feng Wenhui had had quite a few drinks that night and was a bit fuzzy-headed, “Cultivation… and taking elixirs… Are you sure your dad at this age can handle it? It’s not one of those elixirs made from mercury, is it?”
“It’s not mercury. I’ve saved more than one person already,” Feng Jun replied with a smile. “If you cultivate it well, that’s great. Even if the effects are average, it will definitely prolong your life.”
Zhang Junyi, however, had a quick mind, “Son, your technique… how does it compare to The Classics of Tendon Changing?”
Feng Jun smiled, “The Classics of Tendon Changing? Heh… my technique is not supposed to exist in this world; there’s no comparison.”
Feng Wenhui belched, “Can’t compare… but which one is a bit stronger?”
Feng Jun thought for a moment, then picked up an umbrella, “Mom and Dad, come out with me for a bit.”
The three of them left the house and walked to the street. Zhang Junyi had put on a jacket and felt a bit chilly, shivering uncontrollably. “Son, is it going to take long? If it’s going to be a while, mom will go change into a down jacket.”
“It’ll be quick,” Feng Jun grinned, then pointed towards the gloomy sky, “Do you both think this kind of weather could produce thunder?”
“No way,” Feng Wenhui shook his head decisively, even though he had drunk quite a bit, his mind was still clear, “Winter is approaching, and it’s been overcast with continuous rain, it’s not strong convective weather, how could there be thunder?”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Feng Jun completed a spell, extended a finger forward, and a bolt of thunder crashed down with a loud “crackling” noise.
Feng Wenhui’s drunkenness instantly diminished significantly.
Zhang Junyi was more sober, so she remained relatively calm. She had seen the Golden Armor Charm her son made previously, and later Gazi had brought over a Protective Talisman, so she was very certain that her son now had some mystical abilities. She couldn’t say she believed it all, but she couldn’t completely disbelieve either.
Feng Jun glanced at his dad and asked with a smile, “Do you think… The Classics of Tendon Changing can produce this?”
Returning to the house, his parents became quite excited. Feng Wenhui immediately asked, “Practicing this… can it actually produce thunder?”
“This…” Feng Jun pondered for a moment, “Thunder is just a technique, what you need to practice are the basics, take it slow.”
“That’s also true,” Feng Wenhui nodded, “Even if we can’t produce thunder, didn’t you say it could prolong life?”
He was already in his fifties, and at this age, all kinds of small health problems were making themselves known; pursuing health and longevity was now an urgent priority.
Zhang Junyi then spun her eyes, “Son, if we practice this technique, won’t it be like when we were young and worked too hard, potentially straining our backs? If we focus on cultivating the basics, could we live to a ripe old age?”
To be honest, Feng Jun’s parents were really quite open-minded, and they were also highly intelligent. Currently, they were just running a small shop, purely due to bad luck. Both of them had no major issues in their behavior or actions.
Zhang Junyi’s question was quite representative.
She believed that laying a solid foundation was most effective, and that engaging in other activities could easily lead to self-injury — it was akin to someone in the Cultivation World asking if it was possible to only focus on increasing Cultivation Level without improving combat prowess or learning other skills.
Feng Jun believed that this was indeed… possible!
Ultimately, the purpose of Cultivation is to elevate one’s Cultivation Level, realm, and lifespan. Many cultivators learn combat abilities and auxiliary skills merely to compete for more resources and better engage in cultivation.
However, all those matters could completely be delegated to him, their son.
When his parents’ Cultivation Levels reached a certain stage, and they could no longer advance just by meditation, then it would be timely to learn a few other things — like the Worldly Trials.
Everyone talks about the “Immortal Second Generation” and “Immortal Third Generation”; why couldn’t there be an “Immortal Older Generation”?
He nodded with a smile, “Yep, for now, just focus on cultivating. Mom, not only can you prolong your life, but you can also nourish your beauty. You should keep a close eye on dad.”
“Not a problem, mom will cultivate diligently,” Zhang Junyi laughed joyfully, then lifted a hand, “If your dad doesn’t behave, I’ll strike him with a bolt of lightning… Make him jump again!”
It had been a long time since mom was this lively, showing that the words “nourish beauty” were truly a powerful weapon for women.
“Oh look how formidable you are,” Feng Wenhui glanced at her, asking with a smile, “So, do we need to make a trip to Lin An, have a casual encounter on the Broken Bridge, with an assistant named Xiaoqing by your side?”
Feng Jun actually enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere at home. However, precisely because of this, he used to feel embarrassed to come home when he hadn’t made a name for himself outside — his parents would never criticize him, but he had once declined the job they arranged for him in the county.
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Then he clapped his hands, “Mom and Dad, take a look at the second gift I’ve prepared for you.”
As he spoke, he laid out a dozen bottles and boxes. Inside the bottles were Body Tempering Pills, Foundation Establishment Pills, and Meridian Opening Pills; the boxes contained various Natural Treasures.
How to take them and the precautions were all written on a piece of paper, but he would surely have to explain them again.
Feng Wenhui’s drunkenness had long since faded, and he listened patiently to his son’s instructions. Then he picked up the three pieces of paper, glanced at them, and asked, “Do you have enough for yourself?”
“I don’t need these anymore,” Feng Jun replied with a smile, but then he thought about it, this statement was not respectful enough to his parents — as if he had forgotten about them until now? So he quickly added, “My situation is a bit special, and I can’t really go into detail.”
But Feng Wenhui and his wife wouldn’t mind such things. What mattered most was that their son was doing well!
Zhang Junyi nodded with a smile, “All right, we have received your second gift too.”
“No, not yet,” Feng Jun hastily waved his hands, “I haven’t brought out the second gift yet.”
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