Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 607 - Earth Vein (Third update seeking

Chapter 607: Chapter 607: Earth Vein? (Third update, seeking monthly votes)

Chapter 607: Chapter 607: Earth Vein? (Third update, seeking monthly votes)

Feng Jun was not clear about the Blood Jiao King, but this man boasted a truly terrifying reputation among the cultivators.

To both those on the path of cultivation and martial artists, the Blood Jiao King was an inescapable nightmare.

Seeing his lack of awareness, Master Xiong felt obliged to explain a thing or two.

This man, nearly seventy years old, was originally a martial artist from Yingzhou with exceptional talent. Later, it was said that he had obtained a cultivation scripture, which drastically altered his demeanor, and he took pleasure in killing and drinking blood.

Subsequently, survivors began to claim that after he started cultivating, a mutation occurred in his body that necessitated the consumption of human blood to keep his inner energies from becoming unbalanced.

Those who survived did so because he would release them after he had consumed enough blood; if he captured multiple people at once, it was possible some would live.

Over a decade later, he stopped targeting ordinary people and exclusively abducted martial artists and cultivators, claiming that the blood of cultivators was greatly nourishing and beneficial for improving his cultivation level.

This situation seemed somewhat incredible, but it was indeed real. As a result, he was given several nicknames, such as “Blood Mosquito,” “Vampire,” or “Leech King.”

However, the Blood Jiao King paid no heed to these monikers, arguing, “How could I possibly be a leech? At the very least, I should be a True Dragon.

Thus, he openly proclaimed himself to be the Blood Dragon King.

His whereabouts were a mystery, and his methods ruthless; few ever escaped his clutches, and those who did could not describe his appearance—anyone with this knowledge would surely be silenced by him.

But no one would acknowledge him as a dragon, so they called him the Blood Jiao King—a gigantic leech.

This man was indeed secretive, ravaging the cultivators for forty to fifty years and remaining unscathed all the while.

In recent years, he had vanished from sight, leading everyone to believe he might have died. Unexpectedly, he had reemerged, and it wasn’t just that he hadn’t died—his agility remained as sharp as ever.

Feng Jun’s expression subtly changed upon hearing this. “This guy, how do you plan to deal with him?”

Knowing his modus operandi, Feng Jun immediately thought of his lingering outside Zhang Caixin and Li Shishi’s window—yesterday’s spirit beast meat was brimming with spiritual energy. So, for someone who delighted in drinking blood, was it necessary to guess what he planned to do?

Tang Wenji hesitated for a moment before speaking, “He has many offenses on his official record. After interrogation… we’re inclined to hand him over to the police.”

Strictly speaking, torturing someone for a confession was already illegal before handing them over to the police.

The Maoshan Daoist Sect had the authority to interrogate him based on the rules of the cultivator community, but administering private justice after the interrogation was still inappropriate.

Feng Jun pondered for a moment, then shook his head. “I think it’s best to let him commit suicide.”

Tang Wenji glanced around briefly and, without a word, turned and walked away.

But the two groups who had come to join them were privately beating the drum in their hearts: What… what have we just heard?

Indeed, the cultivator community had a rather open view on life and death matters. What truly shocked them was Feng Jun’s attitude towards Tang Wenji.

—The people of Luohua Manor really lived up to their reputation, having the audacity to directly induce the Little Celestial Master of Maoshan to commit murder.

And all he did was lightly move his lips to achieve this.

Legally speaking, murder was punishable by death, yet he brazenly uttered these words in front of so many witnesses.

The next day was still rainy, and the two hundred plus distinguished guests continued to tour Maoshan’s Spirit Gathering Array.

Feng Jun and his party also joined the tour in a pretense of interest for a while.

However, this brief observation brought unexpected insights. Feng Jun was astonished to discover that Maoshan’s Spirit Gathering Array was more effective than he had imagined, while the consumption of Spirit Stones was roughly the same.

Of course, the increased effectiveness was still only at the level of the Peak of Early-stage Qi Refinement, and it paled in comparison to the Spirit Gathering Array of Luohua Manor.

Yet Feng Jun, somewhat compulsive, wanted to find out exactly where the change had occurred.

After observing for half a day, he noticed something—the Gathering Spirit Array Plate of Maoshan was placed within a somewhat peculiar stone pit.

He checked with his mobile phone but didn’t find anything unusual, so he probed further with his divine sense.

As soon as his divine sense left his body, he felt a significant suppression. He did not know where it came from but felt his divine sense become unusually sluggish and obstructed, lacking its usual agility.

Indeed, as one of the top ten Cave Heavens, even in this declining age of law, even in its broken state, it still possessed unknown methods to suppress divine sense.

However… it really was the declining age of law. Although Feng Jun’s divine sense wasn’t as flexible and this startled him, after cautiously probing for a while, he found that the suppression on his divine sense was quite limited and did not cause any greater harm.

Then he began to investigate further. Since he had plenty of time, it was only a matter of slower exploration speed. Because he worried about other trump cards following the suppression, he remained extra cautious.

After about an hour of probing when his divine sense was nearly depleted, he finally discovered something different.

The pit where the Spirit Gathering Array was placed was a very large rock, at least ten thousand square meters, and beneath the rock, there were faint, abstruse currents of energy flowing.

As if intuitively, Feng Jun guessed what these currents were – probably the Earth Veins from legends, right?

It would be laughable if the renowned ten great Cave Heavens were only sustained by a Spirit Gathering Array; having Earth Veins was the norm.

However, as for the previous effects of these Earth Veins, who knew how they were, but now… they seemed rather unremarkable.

Even the infallible “nearby mineral resources” could not be detected and he had to use Divine Sense without any protection.

Of course, Feng Jun had yet to understand the principles behind the constitution of Earth Veins, perhaps they could only be probed with Divine Sense.

Just like the meridians, traditional Chinese medicine speaks of them with certainty, but Western medicine says they do not exist – because they can’t be detected with instruments.

But who could deny the existence of meridians when there are real people who have benefitted from traditional Chinese medicine?

Overall, Feng Jun felt he had gained new knowledge; the existence of Earth Veins could enhance the effects of the Spirit Gathering Array.

That evening, the Elder of Wudang sought an audience with the group from Luohua Manor; it was merely a ceremonial visit, and their reason was that they were very interested in Lu Xiaoning’s footwork and also curious about the “Sleeve Staff,” which they had not seen.

Wudang hoped to establish a long-term communication mechanism with Luohua Manor, to actively exchange knowledge about martial arts.

This was the only cooperative unit that proactively approached Feng Jun and others during their trip to Maoshan.

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But in all fairness, Wudang did have the confidence to do so; even though they were ranked ninth among the seventy-two blessed lands according to the Daoist Sects, if we were to talk about social influence alone, the current Wudang was truly the foremost branch of the Daoist Sects.

Moreover, Wudang’s approach, waving the banner of martial arts exchange… that could indeed be something worth considering.

Truth be told, to the average uninformed person, if an Elder of Wudang took the initiative to visit and brought up the topic of martial arts exchange, that was a significant sign of respect.

However, deep down, Maoshan probably didn’t like it — visiting Luohua Manor without our permission, what audacity!

Feng Jun also didn’t appreciate such abrupt visits; you think Wudang has the confidence? We’re not even interested in entertaining you.

Luohua Manor might not be well-known, but that doesn’t mean just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can come knocking; if everyone followed suit, would we even have time for cultivation?

So, Feng Jun didn’t bother to meet them personally; he let Gazi, Gao Qiang, and Zhang Caixin receive them.

The next day, bright and early, they drove back to Zhengyang.

It was now the deep of winter, and most of the deciduous trees in Luohua Manor were stripped bare, fortunately, there were plenty of evergreen pines and cypresses, keeping the estate from looking too desolate.

The bamboo forests in the valley and the backyard were lush and verdant, especially the one in the valley, which looked vibrant even in the dead of winter thanks to the nourishment from the Spirit Gathering Array.

With seven people away at Maoshan and Sister Hong helping with the sale of jade, the manor was a bit short-handed; even Xu Lei and Wang Haifeng couldn’t fully concentrate on cultivation and had to take turns.

After their return, the manor regained its usual order. However, having experienced the journey to Maoshan, Feng Jun’s six major disciples fully understood the Manor’s weight, and even Feng Jing cut back on substitute teaching, spending most of his time immersed within the estate.

In mid-December, the interior renovations of the Jade Building finished, followed by furnishing, installing appliances, and setting up lighting.

It was during this period that Yang Yuxin brought Gu Jiahui to Luohua Manor once again. The capital was remarkably cold at this time; Zhengyang was somewhat better, and more importantly, the winter air in the capital was not suitable for ordinary people to live in.

Yang Yuxin hoped her daughter could stay here until the end-of-term exams.

Of course, she very much wished her daughter could become a disciple of Feng Jun, but it didn’t seem right to raise the matter bluntly; she thought she’d wait until she achieved some impressive results in Chaoyang or collected some suitable Daoist texts before broaching the subject.

During these days, Feng Jun had almost completely digested the texts obtained from Maoshan, thanks to the significant increase in his Divine Sense, which also enhanced his reading and comprehension abilities.

The project in Chaoyang was progressing smoothly, and Yang Yuxin had found a capable team from the capital; this team even included several experts who were judges for the “Mozi Award.” Coupled with the general contractor introduced by Yue Pengfei, the progress there was even smoother than Luohua Manor’s.

Therefore, Feng Jun didn’t mind Gu Jiahui spending time for recuperation in the bamboo forest.

A couple of days later, nearing the end of December, Zhengyang saw its first snow of the winter.

To call it snow was a bit of a stretch; it was more a mix of rain and snow that turned into water before hitting the ground, but regardless, snowflakes could be seen in the air.

Mou Miao knew snow was expected in the coming days, so on this day, he hurriedly delivered a hundred Boiler Camel Motorcycles.

That very night, amidst the blizzard, someone broke into the valley.

In such weather, alarm systems could be somewhat affected, but Feng Jun had installed so many alarms around the valley that it was inevitable some would be effective.

And everyone was on high alert; even if a false alarm was suspected, they would still observe thoroughly.

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