Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 599 - There Are Always People Better Than
Chapter 599: Chapter 599: There Are Always People Better Than You
Chapter 599 -599: There Are Always People Better Than You
Whisker Hu’s heart skipped a beat when he heard Di Aixin say that, thinking to himself: this could spell trouble!
He was very confident in his own strength, considering it one in a thousand, but even so, he wouldn’t gamble five hundred thousand on an arm wrestling match with a stranger.
Yet the fact that the other party dared to offer such a condition clearly showed their absolute confidence.
Of course, if it really came down to a match, he wasn’t necessarily bound to lose, but judging from the opponent’s confidence, the chances of his losing seemed higher.
However, faced with such a challenge, he couldn’t back down.
“Uncle here is nearly fifty,” Whisker Hu laughed heartily, “Wrestling strength with you young folks really isn’t my forte…”
He planned to switch to some other event, such as sparring without weapons or the like—there was no way he believed he could lose at that.
“If you don’t want to compete, let’s forget it,” Di Aixin wasn’t dumb, he directly cut off the other man, his face full of disdain, “We’re eating here. You should go wherever you were headed.”
He knew he was strong, but the other party was a martial master; if it came down to a fight, he probably wouldn’t stand a chance.
Not to mention, he was a disciple of Gao Qiang; Gao Qiang’s strength might not be as great as his, but in an actual fight, Gao Qiang would totally overwhelm him.
What, looked down upon by a youngster? Master Xiong felt that was intolerable, “How about this, let’s just place our hands together, push a bit… What do you think?”
Pushing hands was a real test of one’s control over strength, not something brute force alone could handle, but at a certain level of cultivation, where everyone made few mistakes, lacking strength wouldn’t cut it either.
Di Aixin continued to shake his head, “Not great, you’re already a master. If I could push hands with you, wouldn’t that make me a master too?”
Whisker Hu hadn’t spoken yet when a young man behind him couldn’t hold back anymore, “Arm wrestling, is it? If you want to defeat my master, you’ll have to get past me first.”
Di Aixin gave him a look, filled with contempt, “And what if I win against you? Can you give me five hundred thousand?”
“I’ll bet you ten thousand!” The young man said heatedly, “And if I win, I don’t want your money, you just have to sincerely apologize to my master by kowtowing!”
Just as Di Aixin was about to agree, he heard Feng Jun lightly cough, “Alright, the meat is well-cooked now, one skewer each, eat them while they’re hot.”
With skewers that had been flamed up to five hundred thousand each, everyone got one, who had time to talk anymore?
Even Feng Jing, who cared a lot about his image, threw caution to the wind and dug in hungrily.
Only Zhang Caixin ate slowly, chewing thoroughly with each bite, appearing unhurried and poised.
Whisker Hu originally thought the young lady was just feigning sophistication, telling himself that her eating was akin to a peony chewed by an ox.
The girl was indeed beautiful, but what a pity—aside from her looks… she had nothing else.
Wait… what am I seeing here?
When Zhang Caixin ate Spirit Beast Meat, it was different from everyone else. She chewed a piece of meat thoroughly and when she swallowed, she promptly circulated her qi and blood to digest the spiritual energy within it.
This was originally the method of eating Spirit Beast Meat in the Mobile Phone realm, and even many martial cultivators from that realm couldn’t manage this, only cultivators could enjoy the meat so subtly.
Among the people from Luohua Manor, only Feng Jun and Zhang Caixin could completely digest the spiritual energy while eating, the others, including Feng Jing, couldn’t fully absorb it.
Of course, people like Gao Qiang who had not taken a master, even if they wasted a lot and the spiritual energy ultimately had to exit their bodies, the transformative effect on their physical bodies was still astonishingly profound.
When Feng Jun ate Spirit Beast Meat, there was no need to say, but as Zhang Caixin ate and circulated qi and blood to digest, inevitably, faint fluctuations of spiritual energy appeared in her body.
Master Xiong certainly lived up to his title. As a martial warrior who was invited to the Jintan Huayang Celestial Part ceremony, his abilities were undoubtedly acknowledged, not to mention his reputation made other warriors retreat at the mere mention of his name.
He had assumed Zhang Caixin was nothing more than a pretty face riding on someone else’s coattails to join the crowd, but when he noticed her imperceptible qi and blood fluctuations, one could imagine how shocked he was.
At that moment, how could he bother contemplating her skewer? If a little girl had such formidable cultivation, how could the others be simple?
Interestingly enough, because people like Feng Jing weren’t fully channeling their qi and blood to digest the spiritual energy and had no spiritual energy fluctuations, they seemed even more unfathomable.
As he watched the others finish their skewers, the middle-aged man who had come with him also left. But Whisker Hu stayed behind.
With a thoughtful gaze at Di Aixin, he asked, “How about that arm wrestling then?”
Di Aixin shook his head, lips sealed and unresponsive.
Although he only practiced stances and combat techniques with Gao Qiang without cultivating, the powerful spiritual energy from the Spirit Beast Meat was shaking his qi and blood, simultaneously transforming his body.
Subconsciously, he had clamped his mouth shut, intending to digest this fortuity thoroughly—how could he waste meat worth half a million per skewer?
Whisker Hu stared blankly at him for a while, then glanced at the others, sighed softly, cupped his hands together, and turned to leave.
This little interlude thus came to an end. Although only two groups had approached Feng Jun and his associates, the number of those who took notice of them was far greater.
Feng Jun’s probing allowed him to spot several individuals posing a threat within a few dozen meters, as they passed by.
He couldn’t help but inwardly exclaim that the world was indeed full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Not to mention others, just take Master Xiong and that middle-aged man for example; both had actually reached the realm of martial masters.
However, the cultivation of these two martial masters seemed shallow; their qi-blood was not powerful enough, which was a result of living in an era when Natural Treasures were scarce.
But Feng Jun was sure that if these two martial masters fully unleashed their combat strength, Gazi might not be their match.
If they were to fully exert their combat strength, though, the consumption of their qi-blood would be immense. After a fight, it would take a considerable amount of energy and resources to replenish the lost qi-blood.
Probably because of the impact on qi-blood, despite their higher realm, these two were stuck at the threshold of low-level martial mastery, finding it difficult to break through to the Intermediate Level.
Situations like these were not uncommon not only in the Earth Realm but also in the Mobile Phone Realm. Lang Zhen had been a low-level martial master for many years now but had internal injuries that made even maintaining his level difficult. If Feng Jun had appeared two years later, he reckoned Lang Zhen would have likely declined in his cultivation level.
However, with Feng Jun’s emergence and resource assurance, Lang Zhen’s injuries swiftly healed and he had recently advanced to the next level.
Unlike these two middle-aged men, the Little Celestial Master of Maoshan, Tang Wenji, who was also a low-level martial master, had slightly stronger qi-blood. It was unclear whether this was due to a solid foundation or something special about the Maoshan Heart Method.
That’s why Tang Wenji wasn’t afraid to arm-wrestle with Xu Leigang, but Master Xiong didn’t wish to challenge Di Aixin.
Feng Jun had watched closely and felt that if the opponent were to burst out with qi-blood, Di Aixin would most likely be no match for him.
However, he didn’t speak up to stop it; he wanted to witness the technique of the opponent’s qi-blood burst and what state they would fall into afterward.
As for the high possibility of Di Aixin courting his own doom, Feng Jun was too lazy to intervene—suffering a loss can benefit your growth after all.
Better than boasting about astonishing divine strength every day and mindlessly picking fights everywhere.
Of course, even if Master Xiong won the skewers, it wasn’t certain he could take them away; a simple signal from Feng Jun to Gazi would suffice.
When Gazi stepped in again with his skewers, one skewer wagered for another—I believe the opponent wouldn’t be able to resist such temptation, right?
Feng Jun truly had confidence in Lu Xiaoning; he might not be great at actual combat, but with such vigorous qi-blood, he definitely wouldn’t flinch at arm-wrestling.
As things took another turn later on, Feng Jun didn’t inquire further; after all, the situation was under control.
Besides those two, he had detected two other martial masters and…a Taoist at the early stage of human transcendence.
The early-stage transcendent Taoist lingered nearby for a moment before leaving. Feng Jun wanted to observe the information through his mobile phone, but it was too late. He only noticed vaguely that it was a dark-skinned middle-aged man with common, perhaps even slightly ugly, features.
In any case, these discoveries greatly broadened Feng Jun’s horizons, and he thought to himself that without making this trip to Maoshan, he wouldn’t have known about so many remarkable and extraordinary individuals.
That night, someone seemed to covet Feng Jun and his companions. Li Shishi and Zhang Caixin stayed in a suite, and in the middle of the night, there were faint noises outside the window.
Li Shishi was naturally a night owl and had planned to sleep early, but after consuming the richly nourishing Spirit Beast Meat, she found herself full of energy and unable to sleep. Hearing the noise from outside, she called out, “Who’s out there?”
Zhang Caixin was then awakened by the disturbance. Fearless, she sprang from the bed, dressed only in tight underwear, and swiftly drew the curtains back.
Her movements were still a bit slow, as a dark figure flashed past the window and quickly disappeared into the night.
Ten Directions Hall had night-watch Taoists on duty. Hearing the commotion, they rushed over and were puzzled, “On such a rainy night, who would be moving around outside…are you sure it wasn’t a mistake?”
It truly was a rainy night. Not long after Feng Jun and his friends finished their barbecue, it began to rain, not lightly at that. Maoshan was covered in dense vegetation, producing a lot of rustling sounds, so the Taoist thought it might have been a misunderstanding.
But Feng Jun had already rushed over. Standing by the window, he reached out into the rain and seemed to grasp at something, then pulled his hand back and sniffed it, frowning slightly, “Someone did indeed come by… an old man, a mundane individual.”
Having advanced to the mid-stage of Qi Refinement, his perceptual abilities had greatly improved. The person had lingered under the eaves for some time, and although the scent could easily be dissipated by the rain, a remnant trace was enough for him.
“No way?” the night-watch Taoist from Maoshan said with a look of disbelief.
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He had been privately instructed by the elders above that the visitors were not merely important in the ordinary sense but were truly invaluable, beyond what ordinary people could comprehend, and must not be treated with anything less than the utmost respect.
In fact, he even wondered if these guests hailed from some secret place in Zhengyang.
But still, he couldn’t believe that one could simply reach out into the rain and discern someone’s age and identity by smell.
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