Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 651 - The Carnivorous Butterfly
Chapter 651: Chapter 651 The Carnivorous Butterfly
Chapter 651: Chapter 651 The Carnivorous Butterfly
Feng Jun and Sister Hong got on a big truck to return home, leaving the car they drove on the way over to Wang Haifeng.
On the truck, they also loaded the dug-up Spirit Plant. Neither of them sat in the driver’s cabin; instead, they went straight into the truck bed.
It was one thing for a young man like Feng Jun to sit in the truck bed, but for Sister Hong, who was so delicate, to sit at the back was somewhat puzzling to onlookers.
The truck driver warmly invited Sister Hong to sit in the front, but she refused. With no choice, the driver shook his head and, as he stepped onto the driver’s cabin, he couldn’t help but give them a look, “Butterflies in this weather, now that’s odd.”
The two of them were sitting in the truck bed precisely because of this butterfly named Flower Jun.
The butterfly couldn’t be put in a Storage Bag, nor could it be taken to a different plane of existence. If the two had driven a small car and it started causing a commotion or butterflies, that wouldn’t have been fun.
At the time they got on the truck, it was just six in the morning, and the sky wasn’t bright yet. Since the truck bed was empty, Feng Jun took out a huge sofa. The two of them snuggled on the sofa, covered with a down duvet.
Around Flower Jun’s neck was a chain made of iron. The chain wasn’t thick—merely as thick as a number one wire, about three meters long, giving it some space to move.
Feng Jun also gave Sister Hong an Essence Blood Protection Talisman for her to defend herself, and he even carried one as well—relying on it for protection was easy, but always relying on it would be tiring, wouldn’t it?
Then he put Flower Jun in the truck bed—of course, the iron chain wouldn’t be able to restrain it, but if it tried to break free with brute force or use its saliva to corrode the chain, it would require a process.
As long as he noticed it had this intention, there would be enough time to stop it, and it would also make it understand what a fate worse than death would be like.
However, being in the Qi Refinement Realm… things were ultimately different, even if it was just an insect, it had enough intelligence.
It tried to break free two times; its strength wasn’t small, but how could Feng Jun’s strength be something it could shake off?
The second time it tried to break free, Feng Jun yanked it back fiercely, nearly strangling its neck in the process.
After that, it didn’t make any more attempts. Not its scream, not its white fog, and not even its spitting—all of its three big moves were not utilized.
It had a profound memory of the several lightning strikes it had suffered, and most creatures in nature are afraid of being hit by lightning.
Butterflies weren’t as intelligent as humans; it didn’t realize that with an iron chain in between, Feng Jun wouldn’t dare to use the Falling Thunder Technique recklessly.
In its mind, Sister Hong was someone it couldn’t attack, and Feng Jun… it dared not attack at all.
After the truck had been driving for over an hour, a wave of thought suddenly invaded Feng Jun’s mind, “Cold…”
What the heck, Feng Jun turned his head in surprise and glanced at the butterfly, “You’re cold?”
The butterfly with a human face nodded, indicating that it was indeed cold.
Feng Jun was stunned for a moment: This thing can communicate with Divine Sense?
Up until their time in Weiyu Mountain’s Spirit Plant garden, he had always thought it was an entity with which communication was impossible—or at least not easy. Who would have thought that all this time, this creature had been feigning ignorance?
Seeing this, Sister Hong’s heart overflowed with compassion, and without thinking, she took a down sleeping bag out of her Storage Talisman and slipped it onto it, “You should’ve said something sooner.”
Taking things out of a Storage Talisman didn’t count; only storing did. But even so, her action could still be considered impulsive.
You have to know, if the butterfly had attacked her in that interval, she might likely have had to use another Essence Blood Protection Talisman.
Moreover, anything that was taken out of a Storage Talisman couldn’t be put back in—unless you were willing to use up a storage count.
Yet Flower Jun behaved well, allowing her to slip the sleeping bag on it.
Then, a piece of information inexplicably popped into her mind—it was hungry.
“Feng Jun,” Sister Hong nudged the man beside her with her elbow, “it’s hungry… find something for it to eat.”
“Hungry?” Feng Jun was caught off-guard and replied instinctively, “I don’t even know what it eats.”
The next moment, he took out a pack of instant noodles, tore open the packaging, “Let’s see if it eats this.”
Sister Hong fed the instant noodles to Flower Jun’s mouth, “Eat up, Little Junjun.”
The butterfly lay on its side, hiding its wings and belly inside the sleeping bag, showing only its head, completely ignoring the instant noodles.
Sister Hong curled up in the down duvet, stretching out a finger slender like green onion with difficulty, pointing at a Spirit Plant in the truck, “How about that Jade Ring Bamboo Shoot… Will you eat that?”
Jade Ring Bamboo Shoot was also a rare delicacy, growing a ring every sixty years. The one she pointed out had seven or eight rings and was relatively young among the plants with over four hundred years of age, definitely worth more than two million.
Sister Hong wanted to know what it normally ate, but the fact that she was willing to use the Jade Ring Bamboo Shoot for this experiment showed just how wildly maternal love could drive a woman.
The butterfly turned its head to look at the Jade Ring Bamboo Shoot, then at Feng Jun, and slowly shook its head—I don’t eat that.
This posed a problem. After thinking for a moment, Sister Hong took out a piece of chocolate, unwrapped the foil, and held it to Flower Jun’s mouth.
Flower Jun turned its head to look, took a bite, and paused in slight shock. Its front legs emerged from the sleeping bag, grabbing the foil and finishing the chocolate.
“This one definitely has a picky palate,” Sister Hong laughed and took out a piece of chocolate, handing it over to the butterfly, “Peel it yourself.”
Feng Jun tilted his head again, signifying that he didn’t want the chocolate anymore.
But soon after, he began transmitting a message, “Hungry…”
“You won’t even eat chocolate, so what else do you want to eat?” Sister Hong warned, her face darkened as a scare tactic, “If you don’t eat it, that’s it.”
This guy was truly finicky, and along the rest of the journey, even though the truck passed by highway service areas that sold tea eggs and bread, it showed little interest.
Sister Hong bought a bottle of honey and a paper cup of soy milk, drizzled the honey into the soy milk, and finally got it to finish a cup of soy milk.
“Still prefers nectar,” she deduced, the butterfly was after all a butterfly.
However, what Feng Jun did next completely overturned her understanding.
At noon, Feng Jun took out some sausages to eat; despite being a multimillionaire, if he didn’t want to stop for a meal and delay their trip by hitching a ride in the big truck, he had to resort to convenient food.
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No sooner had the sausage wrapper been torn open than Feng Jun’s eyes shot towards it, filled with longing.
“Oh my,” Feng Jun slapped his forehead hard, “I’d forgotten, this little guy is originally a Gu Insect and is carnivorous… However, it hasn’t eaten meat for hundreds of years; I wonder if it can still digest it.”
Without waiting for him to finish, Sister Hong had already grabbed a sausage, peeled it, and handed it to Feng Jun.
This time, the butterfly wasn’t finicky at all, gobbling down three sausages before stopping, and even peeled the last sausage by itself.
Looking at it, Sister Hong’s eyes beamed with joy, “Little Junjun really has personality, actually a meat-eating butterfly.”
“Can you not be so corny?” Feng Jun rolled his eyes, the name “Little Junjun” sounded particularly grating to him, he always felt like Sister Hong was teasing him, “It hasn’t eaten meat in hundreds of years and is just craving it… I’m sure it loves vegetarian food too.”
While speaking, he took out a bamboo shoot and waved it in his hand, nothing else but the Spirit Green Bamboo Shoot native to the Mobile Phone world.
This thing was a genuine Spiritual Object, vastly different from lesser Green Bamboo Shoots, and was extremely valuable to Innate Experts.
Even cultivators in the Qi Refinement Realm couldn’t consider this a staple food.
No sooner had the Spirit Green Bamboo Shoot been revealed than the butterfly’s gaze immediately turned towards it, its eyes revealing an undisguised desire.
Having just appeared satiated, its eyes now conveyed an overwhelming hunger.
Feng Jun knew what was up, as he had suspected, the butterfly was an omnivore, both carnivorous and herbivorous. It had devoured the sausages out of a meat craving, but as soon as it sensed the richer Spiritual Energy of the Spirit Green Bamboo Shoot, it immediately wanted it.
This actually wasn’t hard to guess; having lived in the Spirit Plant garden for hundreds of years, what had sustained it? Clearly, it was those Spirit Plants.
The Spirit Plant garden was meticulously maintained, without even a single seedling out of place. This might not necessarily mean Feng Jun was a butterfly with obsessive-compulsive disorder; more likely, it had turned those young plants into its food.
As for why it showed no interest when Sister Hong offered it the Jade Ring Bamboo Shoot, the reason was simple to understand: there were only so many varieties in the Spirit Plant garden, and it had been eating them for hundreds of years. Even the tastiest food would become sickening after so much time.
The lesser Green Bamboo Shoot was different; there was no such thing on Earth.
The butterfly sensed the richer Spiritual Energy and upon closer inspection found a new item on the menu; how could it not be interested?
Sister Hong also noticed its eagerness and glanced at Feng Jun, “How much for this bamboo shoot?”
From her expression, if Feng Jun named a low price, she just might buy it.
“It’s priceless,” Feng Jun laughed in response, “You can’t find a second one on Earth. I was just doing a test.”
There was actually a big problem in his statement, but Sister Hong didn’t catch it, instead looking at the butterfly with a pitying gaze, “Poor Little Junjun, drooling already.”
Feng Jun’s eyes darted around, and he pulled out a piece of Spirit Beast meat.
This wasn’t Piercing Mountain Salamander meat, which was slightly tougher and not as pleasant taste-wise, but… the Spiritual Energy was no less potent, perhaps even more intense.
Seeing the piece of meat, the butterfly zipped out of the sleeping bag, a flash of white, and pounced towards Feng Jun with incredible speed.
However, it came to a sudden halt less than twenty centimeters from Feng Jun’s palm and hovered in midair.
Finally, it remembered the type of terrifying individual it was facing.
Seeing that Feng Jun’s hand remained outstretched, motionless, the butterfly became even more frightened, its wings beating slowly as it perched on the sofa, eyes pathetically fixed on Feng Jun.
Feng Jun watched it with amusement, “Not only does this guy know quality, but he’s also got a sense of propriety.”
No sooner had he spoken, the butterfly lifted its two front legs in a bowing gesture, its two antennae atop its head trembling continuously.
Suddenly, a surge of consciousness reached Feng Jun: Want to eat, really want to eat, I’m hungry…
