Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 605 - Divine Thunder Roots (One more chapter

Chapter 605: Chapter 605: Divine Thunder Roots (One more chapter to celebrate Alliance Leader hop)

Chapter 605: Chapter 605: Divine Thunder Roots (One more chapter to celebrate Alliance Leader hop)

Because the man in grey was captured, over ten people saw the stolen Spirit Stone.

The Spirit Stone was immediately placed into the Spirit Gathering Array; this array here was similar to the one in Luohua Manor. It was difficult for the Spiritual Energy to gather and easy to dissipate. In this brief period of time, the reopening of the Jintan Huayang Celestial Part was not greatly affected.

Someone murmured in a low voice, “It really is a used Spirit Stone, it doesn’t look red enough.”

Of course, there were those who retorted in a low voice, “It’s good enough to have one at all, don’t be so picky.”

Only Zheng Jingzhu of Wangwu had the corners of his mouth twitch slightly, this Spirit Stone contained less than twenty percent of Spiritual Energy, is it just used?

There were not many people with such discerning eyes, everyone knew that Spirit Stones were red, but exactly how red was a complete Spirit Stone, and what shade of pink indicated how much Spiritual Energy, not only required relevant knowledge but preferably firsthand observation and comparison.

The disciples of Wangwu had a systematic description of these differences—after all, the consumption of Spirit Stones needed to be monitored when using Formations.

However, as for the condition of the Maoshan Spirit Stone, it was enough that he knew it himself; revealing it would instead help prove Maoshan’s innocence.

After this sudden incident, Tang Wangsun’s expression truly wasn’t good; the demeanor of a highly accomplished person was greatly diminished. Pointing at the man in grey, he asked in a deep voice, “May I ask if any fellow Taoist recognizes this person?”

People looked at each other and were silent for about two to three minutes, no one spoke.

This high level of martial skill, yet no one present recognized him; this was somewhat strange.

However, Tang Wangsun didn’t care and casually waved his hand, “Take this person away and let’s give him a warm welcome with our Maoshan Techniques, and make sure he does not commit suicide.”

This was somewhat suggestive of handling matters in the manner of Jianghu; he didn’t say anything about calling the police, nor did anyone remind him to do so.

In fact, Maoshan had quite a few sinister techniques, such as hypnosis, and making someone turn into an imbecile without them realizing it.

The man in grey was tied up tightly, carried away by two Maoshan Daoist priests with sticks in a ‘hog-tied’ fashion.

As for his serious injuries and multiple fractures, no one cared—if you seek death, whom can you blame?

In truth, one should not underestimate such a formidable inner martial arts expert; even with a single breath left, they could overdraw their blood and Qi to kill or escape.

As the two disciples were taking the man away, a young Taoist with a sallow complexion passed not far behind them, making a grabbing motion at the air as if trying to drive away some insect.

No one paid attention to the minor scene, now the most discussed topic was—who was it that released that Thunder Technique?

No one was foolish enough to think that it was natural lightning. Some Taoists even sensed the essence of the Thunder Technique—”Did it vaguely have a taste of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder?”

Some people looked thoughtfully at the Taoists from Dragon Phoenix Mountain. They shook their heads, clearly indicating that it was not the Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Righteous Method of Dragon Phoenix Mountain.

Qiudao Ren of Zhongnan Mountain who was of an older age smiled and said, “Which fellow Taoist did a good deed and stayed quiet? If no one claims it soon, I’ll take credit for this accomplishment.”

Someone finally responded, “Senior Qiu, don’t joke around. The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder is a grand Thunder Technique of the Great Dao, it’s not ordinary.”

In fact, among those present, some had heard the rumors of dozens of people struck by lightning at the entrance of Luohua Manor, but the Taoists who could attend today’s ceremony all had their legends.

Some could extinguish a forest fire in the Greater Khingan Range from afar, not to mention those who could change the course of the sun, moon, and stars.

Compared to these legends, what is striking a few people with lightning?

No one could think of Feng Jun—apart from a few from Maoshan, Yang Yuxin and her mother, and the three from the Zhuang Family.

Tang Wenji was highly suspicious that Feng Jun was behind this, but she didn’t go directly to him, instead she first approached Lu Xiaoning.

Actually, failing to arm-wrestle with Lu Xiaoning last time left her a bit unwilling to accept it, so she approached him with a smile, “Gazi, your cultivation is indeed profound. By the way, where is your police baton?”

Gazi raised his right hand, showing a portion of the stick head from his sleeve, smiling as he spoke, “This is not a police baton, it’s a short stick.”

Tang Wenji blinked, looking at him thoughtfully, “Was this stick also in your sleeve just now?”

She strongly suspected he had a Storage Talisman, but Gazi responded with a smile, “Yes, the stick technique I practice is called ‘Sleeve Stick’.”

Tang Wenji blinked, looking at him with suspicion, “Is there really such a stick technique? How come I’ve never heard of it?”

Before Gazi could reply, someone next to them joined the conversation, “I dare not comment on this young friend’s stick technique, as I’ve never seen him use it, but his footwork is truly masterful.”

The speaker was none other than a Taoist from Wudang. He was in his prime years with a high level of cultivation. Just now, by depending on his footwork, Gazi had rushed ahead of him, and he could immediately see the exquisite nature of that footwork.

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Being a martial artist, he couldn’t suppress the curiosity in his heart when he saw the intricacy of the footwork. While others were guessing the identity of the man in grey and discussing the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, he was focused on Gazi, and now he finally had the chance to join the conversation.

Gazi didn’t want to talk much about his martial skills, but seeing that the other party had noticed that he was good with his footwork, he smiled and said, “I haven’t practiced this footwork for very long, and it’s not very proficient yet. When it’s fully developed, it’s actually a type of kicking technique.”

Speaking of kicking techniques, they inherently carry an element of attack.

The Wudang Taoist asked with a smile, “May I inquire what this footwork is called, if you don’t mind sharing?”

Feng Jun had specifically mentioned that the martial techniques they were currently practicing were relatively basic, so there was no need to be secretive when asked about them. A proper Cultivation Technique like Tun Na should not be disclosed lightly.

Gazi smiled and replied, “It’s called the Wind Shadow Kick, nothing too remarkable.”

The Taoist from Wudang clenched his teeth secretly, thinking to himself how lightly you put it, and asked, “May I ask how your esteemed teacher is addressed?”

“Hehe,” Gazi smiled, glanced at him, and then shook his head, “That, I’m afraid I can’t say.”

The Taoist was taken aback, when Tang Wenji reached out, grabbed Gazi, and pulled him away, “Brother, I need to discuss something with him.”

She took him aside and asked in a low voice, “The Thunder Technique just now, was that Senior Feng’s doing?”

“Is that even a question?” Gazi directly responded with a rhetorical question, “No one can match Brother Jun’s prowess in Thunder Techniques.”

Tang Wenji’s eyes darted around, and she couldn’t help but continue to inquire, “But I didn’t see him just now.”

This actually revealed her concern for that person, but Gazi, being rather unsophisticated, didn’t think much of it. He simply tilted his chin slightly and said in an understated manner, “You know, that… sallow-faced Taoist, we agreed to keep a low profile, remember?”

While they were talking, Feng Jun felt someone looking at him. Turning his head, he saw it was them and quickly walked over, speaking in a low voice, “That person in gray is the same one from outside Cai Xin and Xiao Li’s window last night.”

He had identified the person by scent, and even though the sporadic drizzle continued, and the person had been struck hard enough to be crispy on the outside yet tender inside, with a strong burnt protein smell still lingering on him, he recognized him nonetheless.

“Last night outside Cai Xin’s window?” Tang Wenji also appeared stunned, “What happened?”

The celebration hosted by Maoshan this time was somewhat hasty and exceedingly busy. Tang Wenji, as the Little Celestial Master of Maoshan, was especially so and thus was not aware of the details concerning the people from Luohua Manor from the day before.

After she understood the situation, her expression shifted slightly, and she took out her mobile phone and walked to the side…

In short, although the Maoshan celebration encountered a few minor hitches, overall it was quite successful. The appearance of the Spirit Gathering Array and Spirit Stones not only solidified the credibility of Jintan Huayang’s reopening of Cave Heaven but also stirred envy among many.

The benefits of the Spiritual Spring’s water had not yet become a talking point, but with continued availability, it was believed that it wouldn’t take long before people would be clamoring for it.

The celebration was originally planned to conclude in a single day. However, many of the esteemed guests, especially those on the Cultivation Path or in Martial Cultivation, stayed until the next day.

These individuals hoped to get a closer look at the Spirit Gathering Array the next day—after all, many had already passed through the corridor to experience it today, but due to the large number of people, their experience was somewhat rushed.

A significant number of people made this request, and Tang Wangsun was keen on fostering good relations with these Daoists, seizing the opportunity to build the image of Maoshan and gradually establish its leadership within the Daoist Sect.

This request was somewhat excessive, but he agreed, since almost everyone had not encountered a Spirit Gathering Array for many years. Given that this legendary object had surfaced, their curiosity was understandable.

And dealing with such a matter, albeit with a few minor hassles, also served as a form of protection for Maoshan.

There were not a few who made this request, almost two hundred in number. Zheng Jingzhu of Wangwu had originally planned to return to his mountain, but upon hearing the news, he too stayed—whether he intended to continue discrediting Maoshan was hard to say.

Later that evening, with many people having departed, Ten Directions Hall emptied quite a bit. Tang Wangsun, the Heavenly Master of Maoshan, decided to host a banquet there to entertain the myriad deities who had remained.

The banquet consisted of a vegetarian feast once again, almost entirely made of bean products. However, some bean dishes were exceptionally well-made, the texture and flavor when chewed were hardly distinguishable from meat dishes.

Feng Jun and his group were meat-eaters, having eaten vegetarian for two meals in a row. They were definitely planning to eat meat that night, but instead of barbecue, they opted for hot pot.

Members of Ten Directions Hall were inclined to stop them—last night being the eve of the celebration, they couldn’t control it, but going on like this today, what would that amount to?

However, when they came over to inquire about Feng Jun and the others’ identities, they promptly left: who would dare meddle with people from Luohua Manor?

Even those who hadn’t heard of Luohua before today had heard Tang Tianshi mention it several times.

Meanwhile, the two groups from last night had not left either. Seeing how enjoyably they were eating here, they simply came over to join the meal.

Many martial artists can really tuck into meat. It’s not just a dietary habit; only meat can generate more qi and blood to nourish a martial artist’s body and refine their techniques.

Feng Jun didn’t stop them—sharing a meal, after all, so long as they paid for it.

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