Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 166: Chapter 166: Secret Technique (Part 2)

“People nearby” gave Feng Jun another surprise, indeed, after the imprint evolved, there was more information about the people nearby.

The information about Feifei indicated that her physical constitution was balanced in the Five Elements, with the Wood and Gold Attributes being relatively weak, and the Water Attribute not particularly strong either; at the same time, the Yin and Yang energies within her were imbalanced, with an overly heavy Yin Energy.

As Feng Jun spent more time here, his understanding of cultivation was no longer utterly dark. From this, he judged that Feifei, having lost her parents at a young age and needing to support her younger brother, was severely malnourished, and under considerable psychological stress.

Now that she was with Feng Jun’s group, her nutrition could keep up, and her mood had improved, but to make up for the deficit from before was not a matter of a moment; it would take at least three to five months of recuperation.

If the Wood Attribute is weak, that means the vitality is not thriving. How could she lack vitality at such a young age?

With such analysis, he understood what Feifei needed most now was to recover her health and then practice cultivation techniques specialized in the Yin Attribute and Water Attribute. Then, as water nurtures wood, and wood can generate fire, with the increase in the Fire Attribute, the overly dense Yin Energy could be suppressed.

Based on this analysis, Feng Jun selected the appropriate cultivation technique. Fortunately, it was a set of Nine Forms Twenty-Seven Diagrams, suitable for women to practice, focusing on the Water Attribute.

Deng Lao Er was out of the loop and smiled as he spoke, “Divine Doctor, of the four secret techniques, only one is suitable for women. If you have the intention, give it to her directly. Why trouble us for introductions?”

The so-called secret techniques were like the Twenty-Seven Diagrams. The Tian Family had helped purchase three sets. Before that, their clan had also taken out their own secret techniques, exchanging it with Feng Jun for the technique he obtained from Luo Wendao.

Feng Jun glanced at him expressionlessly, “This technique suits her. As for the others… you’re thinking too much.”

“No way?” Deng Lao Er was shocked after hearing this, “If you ask me, it just seems like her Fire Attribute is strong and she is of an age where her body is growing rapidly; her vitality must certainly be abundant. Wood generates fire… If she begins cultivation now, she may even turn it into pure Yin Fire, wouldn’t that be great?”

What he said was nearly correct; everyone could feel that Feifei’s Fire Attribute was decent. Although it was rare to see women practicing techniques heavily concentrated on the Fire Attribute, it was not unheard of.

But Feng Jun knew better. That guy got one thing right in his analysis, but the rest was all wrong. Missing the mark by a hairbreadth is as good as being wrong by a thousand miles—who says a child’s vitality is always vigorous?

Thus, he snorted coldly, “Her vitality is not vigorous, it will take several months of recuperation before she can start cultivation.”

Hearing this, Feifei couldn’t help but pout in disappointment. Wait several more months?

Lang Zhen, upon hearing this, nodded thoughtfully, “If her vitality isn’t strong, then it makes sense. Cultivating a Fire Attribute technique would be half as effective; it’s simply a waste of time… Divine Doctor, can you really discern all this?”

Feng Jun nodded, “Hmm, I just tried a bit, and fortunately, I could see some things.”

“Divine Doctor, can you help me have a look too?” Deng Tianrui’s eyes lit up, “I’ve always felt that the cultivation technique doesn’t fit me very well.”

“Are you serious?” Deng Lao Da looked at him very displeased, “Your cultivation speed might surpass mine soon, and the old man actually had a fortune teller assess your attributes specially.”

After saying this, he turned toward Feng Jun, “Divine Doctor, I really might have practiced the wrong technique. Can you help me check?”

It was truly unexpected; Deng Tianxiang was never a talkative person, and he was quite steady in speech and behavior. To think that he would harbor such thoughts at this moment—it really showed that appearances can be deceiving.

But Feng Jun was not going to indulge their whims. He shook his head, “You’re not going to abandon your cultivation level to start over, so what’s the point in me checking? If it turns out to be unsuitable, it will just cause needless concern.”

“I can start over,” Deng Lao Da stated with strong conviction, “If the technique really doesn’t match me well, it’s still not too late to abandon my cultivation level and start anew. I’m resolute enough to do that… but first, I need to know whether it’s a good match, right?”

He truly had the determination of someone who had been groomed as a clan leader since childhood—resolute when it matters, with sufficient mettle.

However, Feng Jun didn’t see it that way, and he even felt a bit displeased. First to help you check… as if I owe you?

So he declined quite bluntly, “I have to pay a price to check these things, and you should know that, shouldn’t you?”

Like other lesser advanced planes, there were fortune tellers here as well, though most were also part-time geomancers or even doctors, mainly earning their keep. Despite a few possessing real skills, whether one could encounter them depended on luck.

Those real fortune tellers could discern the differences in people’s constitutions and even offer cultivation advice. However, such renowned top-notch fortune tellers were not only expensive but also subject to opportunity.

When the Deng family head hired a fortune teller for his second son, it must have been someone of that caliber.

Upon hearing Feng Jun demand compensation, Deng Lao Da began with a start but then smiled and nodded, “No problem at all, Divine Doctor. Our relationship with you is merely that of an employer, we certainly can’t expect you to work for free.”

While saying this, he couldn’t help but glance at Feifei—she was just hired to cook, so why did she get such a good deal?

“I’m helping her because I want to,” Feng Jun noticed that look and spoke coldly, “I’m not afraid to tell you that the price I’ve paid cannot be compensated with money, and I’m not short on cash!”

As the successor being groomed by the clan, Deng Lao Da had the ability to keep his composure to some extent, but he was after all a young man not yet twenty, and these words choked him up a bit. “Then Divine Doctor, you tell me what you want, I’ll think of a way.”

Feng Jun’s face darkened as he spoke icily, “I’m treating her for free, not only because she’s young but also because her parents are gone, if I can lend a hand, then I will.”

Then, his voice rose slightly, “And you? Deng Tianxiang, your parents are alive. I won’t say anything else, but if you really practiced the wrong cultivation technique— the very wrong kind, do you think Master Deng wouldn’t notice?”

By the end, his voice had become quite stern, not because he wanted to charge a fee, but because he felt the other party’s idea was simply too much—have you ever considered the painstaking efforts of your parents?

Hearing this, Deng Lao Da’s face turned pale in an instant, and then he knelt down on one knee, “Thank you for the instruction, Divine Doctor. Indeed, I am in the wrong.”

Seeing this, Deng Lao Er also knelt down reluctantly on one knee, “Divine Doctor, my initial words were in jest, I meant no disrespect to my parents.”

Feng Jun waved his hand dismissively, speaking with diminished interest, “A joke… just know when to stop, I wasn’t concerned, as long as you both keep diligently working. In the future, if something is not right with you, I won’t sit idly by either. Let’s leave it at that.”

Having said that, he turned and returned to his room, closing the door behind him.

The Deng Family brothers stood up, casting a tentative glance at Lang Zhen. In the end, it was Deng Lao Er who asked in a low voice, “Brother Wolf, the Divine Doctor isn’t really angry, is he?”

Lang Zhen glanced at the two of them irritably, “To make the Divine Doctor angry, the two of you still have a long way to go. But remember…some disrespectful jokes are better not made carelessly.”

“I understand,” replied Deng Lao Er sheepishly, then, looking at the tightly closed door, couldn’t help but speculate in his mind: What is the Divine Doctor planning to do?

What did Feng Jun plan to do? He was going back to the Earth Realm!

Though he had found a way to look for Spirit Stones, it seemed that he wouldn’t be able to find them effectively in the short term, and his time here wasn’t brief. His diesel fuel was running low and he had no explosives left.

Before securing a stable supply of Spirit Stones, charging his generator was an effective way to supplement his energy reserves. “Always think of the day during the day, don’t wait until you have no time to wish you had thought when you had time”—every little bit adds up, even a mosquito is still meat.

As for explosives, he planned to procure a large quantity of them when he returned, even though he still had some grenades and shells at hand. But these items had different usage scopes compared to explosives and couldn’t replace each other.

Additionally, the Stone Ring imprint on his wrist had evolved, definitely requiring some further exploration.

Conducting these tests in the Earth Realm was less conspicuous, and besides, there he had access to a dedicated power line for constant recharging.

Of course, there were various other factors, such as… he had been single for quite a while now, cough cough, you know what I mean…

When Feng Jun reappeared in his villa at Peach Blossom Valley, he brought back two tons of high-grade Jade, and not only that, he had just received a Cultivation Technique and over a hundred Body Tempering Pills.

Entering the room, he didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity in his heart.

But the next moment, he dismissed this emotion, selecting a cylindrical piece of Jade from the ones he brought with him.

Last time, he had given Sister Hong a pair of Stone Balls, and Wang Haifeng had complained for a long while, saying he favored beauty over friendship. This time, he intended to give his sparring friend a gift.

However, this item was collected from his Mobile Phone space and hadn’t been finely crafted, so he needed to find a place to carve it.

Speaking of carving, one of course thinks of a Jade shop. In principle, he had fairly good relationships with Liang Haiqing from Henglong and Li Yongrui from Li Dafu, but was this small matter worth involving the CEOs?

He showered, got ready, grabbed a backpack, stuffed the necessary items into it, and walked out the door, glancing at the two cars in the garage. He decisively chose the Phaeton.

This time back, he intended to stay a while longer, so he first drove to Zhengyang’s Wangfu Outlets.

Outlets, fully known as Factory Outlets, are the literal Chinese translation of OUTLETS in English. They primarily sell off-season, shelf-pulled, and odd-sized products of branded items at a discount.

However, as Zhengyang is an inland city, the concept of an Outlet is still fairly fashionable. The key point is that the brands here genuinely belong to luxurious names, and even though it’s a discount store, the prices can still stop the average wage-earner in their tracks.

Feng Jun browsed around inside, and by the time he came out, he was clad in branded clothes, his hands carrying a dozen bags—there was no help for it, he had been poor for a long time, and for him now, it really wasn’t much money.

However, right after that, he encountered something that he found very unpleasant—soup from instant noodles, spicy flavor no less, had been splashed onto the hood of his Phaeton parked in the underground parking lot…