Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 584 - 584 A Qi Refinement Realm Great Cultivator

Chapter 584 -584: A Qi Refinement Realm Great Cultivator? (2nd Update) Chapter 584 -584: A Qi Refinement Realm Great Cultivator? (2nd Update) Tang Wenji, having witnessed the projection of consciousness, how could she still care about competing with Zhang Caixin?

Her eyes were filled with confusion, and her head involuntarily nodded repeatedly, seemingly pondering something.

After a while, her eyes lit up, and she bowed her hands to Feng Jun, “Thank you, Daoist Feng, for your instruction. ‘Spiritual Sense’ couldn’t be more appropriate.”

But it’s quite easy to confuse, Feng Jun mused secretly, then he spoke with a serious tone, “I think ‘Divine Sense’ would be more suitable.”

‘Spiritual Sense’ and ‘Spirit Stone’ are really not the same thing, but he couldn’t explain it outright, otherwise she would inevitably ask—what’s a Spirit Stone? Could you show me?

He didn’t believe that the current Maoshan Sect had any Spirit Stones, so it was better to avoid this topic.

Seeing that he insisted on defining “Divine Sense,” Tang Wenji had no intention of arguing—it’s just a term after all, no matter who came up with it, don’t people still call it the same name?

So she continued to ask, “Daoist Feng, your cultivation level is profound, truly a distinguished figure of our generation. Would you be interested in discussing with Maoshan how to cultivate ‘Divine Sense’?”

You’ve already shown off enough, and I’ve cooperated very well by showing my shock, so now, please get to the point.

Feng Jun looked at her and laughed, “To discuss, one must have the attitude to discuss. Daoist Tang talks in a way that’s quite aggressive.”

“All right, I apologize,” Tang Wenji replied briskly, “I’d like to know now what the mystery is behind this ancestral tablet. I hope Daoist friend won’t hesitate to enlighten me, and Maoshan will surely be grateful.”

Seeing how straightforward she was, Feng Jun didn’t want to appear too stingy, so he smiled slightly, “Actually, my hint was quite clear. Can’t you guess it?”

“Divine Sense… What kind of hint is this?” Tang Wenji muttered to herself with a frown, then her eyes suddenly sparkled as she thoughtfully looked at the ancestral tablet in her hand. “Could it be…?”

“That’s right,” Feng Jun nodded with a smile, “Your sect’s venerable ancestor still cares very much about the legacy.”

This time, Tang Wenji was thoroughly stunned and fell silent for a long while.

After a considerable wait, Gazi couldn’t hold back any longer and asked Wang Haifeng in a low voice, “What are they talking about?”

“How would I know,” Coach Wang shrugged his shoulders and replied quietly, “I guess they’re engaging in a battle of wits.”

Of course, I knew they were engaging in a battle of wits, Gazi glanced at him, “I meant to ask, do you understand them?”

“There’s nothing hard to understand,” someone suddenly spoke up, and everyone turned their heads to see that the speaker was… Director Mei?

Feng Jing usually kept a low profile, but that didn’t mean she had no desire to show off—if that were the case, why would she bother posting so many travel photos in her circle of friends?

Seeing everyone confused, she couldn’t resist speaking up, “Just yesterday, someone suspected that I had a Storage Magical Artifact, turns out the Maoshan Sect had one all along.”

“A Storage Magical Artifact?” The eyes of Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang brightened instantly, as they were the only two left without a storage talisman.

“A Storage Magical Artifact?” Daoist Ma’s eyes also shone, staring fixedly at the ancestral tablet with a trembling voice, “This ancestral tablet is actually… a Storage Magical Artifact?”

Zhang Caixin, however, slightly furrowed her brows, feeling somewhat puzzled in her heart: How could Director Mei be so sure?

Feng Jing could certainly be sure; although her cultivation level wasn’t high, she was the only one among Feng Jun’s women who could use a Storage Ring—because after her metamorphosis, she gained a “space” attribute.

Even someone as exceptional as Zhang Caixin couldn’t use a Storage Bag before stepping over the threshold of the Qi Refinement Realm.

With this attribute, Feng Jing was particularly sensitive to spatial containers. Feng Jun had already hinted at part of it; with a slight sense of it, she naturally could detect that there was indeed a sense of space on that ancestral tablet.

In fact, even Tang Wenji couldn’t be sure if what Feng Jun said matched her own thoughts.

Hearing Feng Jing’s words, she first glanced at Feng Jun, noticed he had no reaction, and then looked again at Feng Jing, thinking to herself that the three women around Feng Jun were indeed incomparable.

One like a big sister who could make decisions for Feng Jun, one beautiful and feisty with a high opinion of herself, probably for good reason, and the third, quiet but able to confirm that the ancestral tablet was a Storage Magical Artifact while everyone else was clueless?

As she pondered, Daoist Ma couldn’t help but speak again, “Little Celestial Master… is it really a Storage Magical Artifact?”

“I’m not certain either,” Tang Wenji spread her hands in resignation, speaking very frankly, “I tend to believe it’s a Storage Magical Artifact, but as you know, only a Great Cultivator in the Qi Refinement Realm has the ability to discern that.”

A Great Cultivator… in the Qi Refinement Realm? Feng Jun found it hard to suppress a smirk—putting those two terms together, do you really think they match?

Seeing the faint smile on his lips, Tang Wenji felt a bit hurt and couldn’t help but look at Feng Jing, “Beautiful Daoist friend, may I ask if you’ve reached the Qi Refinement Realm?”

Feng Jing seemed a bit older than her, though their ages weren’t too far apart. She also loved being addressed as “beautiful lady,” so she smiled slightly, “You’ll have to ask the master about that.”

Her reply was quite polite, but why did it feel… a bit like a gentle brush-off?

Tang Wenji was a very decisive woman. She turned to Feng Jun directly, “May I inquire, Feng Daoist friend, whether it is possible to ascertain that the Maoshan Ancestral Plaque is a Storage Magical Artifact?”

“I am very sure,” Feng Jun responded curtly, “And for this exact reason, I did not wish to keep your ancestral plaque. That’s why I had Zhuang Haoyun hold onto it… Do you understand what I mean?”

“Feng Daoist friend is magnanimous!” Tang Wenji stood up and solemnly bowed three times, “On behalf of the Maoshan Lineage, I thank you, Daoist friend.”

“No need for thanks,” Feng Jun sat firmly in his place, simply gesturing with his hand, his posture indeed quite grand.

Even Daoist Ma didn’t believe the other party meant any offense to the Little Celestial Master—who could blame them for being strong?

But he still felt… something was amiss. You face a Storage Magical Artifact from my Maoshan and are utterly unmoved?

Alright, maybe you have a Storage Magical Artifact and don’t find this one remarkable, but aren’t you tempted by the resources inside Maoshan’s Storage Magical Artifact?

He dared only think it, yet Tang Wenji dared to ask directly, “I truly admire your self-restraint, Feng Daoist friend. Pardon my boldness, but are you so strict with yourself, or simply uninterested in the modest possessions of my Maoshan?”

Feng Jun smiled slightly, “Both, I guess.”

This was the absolute truth. He was not an old-fashioned person. Against an opponent with whom he had a grudge, he could commit murder for treasure but at the same time, he still considered himself principled, not wanting to take advantage of others without reason.

Of course, another point was that Maoshan was indeed too weak. If it were a more powerful sect, taking a little advantage without causing them any severe consequences would be acceptable, but bullying the weak… truly did not interest him.

Yet, these three words were somewhat hard for Tang Wenji to hear. She replied with an embarrassed smile, “Feng Daoist friend truly has an honest nature, and is indeed a role model for us cultivators… May I inquire about your line of cultivation, Feng Daoist friend?”

You look down on my Maoshan? Come now, reveal your background, so we may properly admire it.

Feng Jun had no interest in arguing about this. He spoke with a serious tone, “Tang Daoist friend, the two points you mentioned are actually not important…”

“To me, what’s most important is that your sect’s founding master is also my senior. As a predecessor, considering descendants and the lineage, he left behind some things, so how could I covet them?”

This explanation should be considered extremely positive, right?

“Once again, I thank you for your nobility, Daoist friend,” Tang Wenji had to stand again after hearing this, bowing deeply three times with utmost respect.

After sitting down once more, she let out a sigh, smiling bitterly, “It’s a pity that us descendants of the Maoshan Lineage not only fail to discover our Storage Magical Artifact but also cannot open it… We truly bring shame to our ancestors.”

Feng Jun smiled without replying. Instead, he reached for a cigarette, casually lighting it.

Seeing that he wasn’t speaking, Tang Wenji posed her question, “May I ask if Feng Daoist friend has reached the Qi Refinement Realm?”

Feng Jun took a deep drag, allowing the smoke to billow around his mouth and nose as he spoke calmly, “Daoist Ma must have told you, right? Your sect’s founding master is a senior, and his intentions were certainly good, but I hope you won’t take offense when I say that I do not value his cultivation level.”

Now she understood! Tang Wenji, as the daughter of a Heavenly Master with exceptional talents, knew secrets others did not—the founding master was a Great Cultivator, but he too was only in the Qi Refinement Realm.

Thinking again, she understood even better. If the other party deemed the founding master as ordinary, then naturally the things he left behind were unimpressive to them, wasn’t that normal?

However, even if the other party looked down upon it, she knew how far she was from the founding master. Contemplating this, a sour feeling was inevitable.

She composed her emotions and spoke earnestly, “Feng Daoist friend… no, Senior Feng, the Storage Magical Artifact left behind by our ancestor is something we descendants, with insufficient cultivation, cannot open. We are deeply ashamed, and I humbly request your guidance.”

“This is really not something I can teach,” Feng Jun promptly shook his head, “That is your Maoshan relic. Perhaps your ancestor meant for another Qi Refinement Realm disciple to emerge, and then Maoshan may hope to thrive again.”

Another Qi Refinement Realm… disciple? Tang Wenji pursed her lips in frustration. Such Great Cultivators were not that easily produced, were they?

Of course, she admitted, what Feng Jun said made sense. The ancestor didn’t know what treasures he had placed inside the Storage Magical Artifact, and if the descendants were unworthy, no matter how many treasures were left, they were useless, right?

Actually, she wanted to beg the other party to help extract the items from the Storage Magical Artifact, but currently two barriers stood in her way.

The first was that she didn’t know exactly what the ancestor might have placed inside it or if there was any profound significance.

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The second was that this kind of request, seeking help from a cultivator outside of Maoshan, was a real disgrace.

However, the Little Celestial Master was ultimately the Little Celestial Master. She stared at Feng Jun for a long moment, then smiled faintly, “I hope you’ll forgive my presumption, but, Senior Feng, you’ve invited the Heavenly Master of Maoshan to negotiate; surely you have your own requests?”