Big Data Cultivation

Eventually, Pioneer Bank managed to get in touch with someone from Hesheng Headquarters. It’s unclear what they discussed, but the headquarters contacted He Huiqing and He Runsheng for an online meeting.

He Runsheng was rather gloomy, but his will mattered little in the situation, so he could only call Feng Jun.

Unfortunately, Feng Jun was not on Xingzheng Star. He was at White Pebble Beach performing deducing for someone—such camaraderie must be cherished.

Then, when night fell, he had to meditate alternately in two realms to synchronize the time on both sides.

This clock-in, clock-out kind of life was getting a bit tedious for him. Sometimes he even thought about sending another batch of people to the Void.

Of course, that was just a thought. With no one in the Void, he had his biggest trump card. Although things were a bit troublesome now, safety was the priority—peace is a blessing.

Early that morning, the bidirectional gate at White Pebble Beach opened, and Feng Jun quickly moved to the Big Planet in the Insect World—this was his primary concern. The population was large, not to mention that their combat strength was low, and they were in charge of energy extraction, so he couldn’t ignore it.

Upon arrival, he saw a familiar face, "True Immortal Nichang, I finally see you... What have you been busy with lately?"

"I’ve been waiting for you," Xia Nichang replied directly, "Recently we’ve been considering... luring some Insect Race members to kill. I wonder if that would make things difficult for you?"

"Luring the Insect Race?" Feng Jun frowned, then shook his head in disbelief, "None of you are easy to deal with. What are you planning to play at?"

What Xia Nichang said was indeed true, they were really planning to "fish" the Insect Race. How? With energy stones!

Most of the Nascent Soul True Immortals here were truly unwilling to keep mining. Whether they came through the White Pebble Beach channel or from two sects, they felt a bit resentful.

Both sides usually had this intention, and upon meeting, they immediately struck up a rapport. However, at first, they definitely needed to hide it from people like the Angler, perhaps even from Feng Jun.

After some real reconnaissance, they concluded that this endeavor was feasible, so they came to Feng Jun—including the True Immortals from Xuanhuang Sect and Yuangang Sect. They all felt it was more suitable for Feng Jun to talk to the Angler about this.

For instance, to a True Immortal of Xuanhuang Sect, the Angler is indeed one of their own True Sages, but precisely because he’s one of theirs, he wouldn’t even need to consider flipping out. Moreover... if he wanted to deal with his juniors, there were really too many methods to choose from.

Xia Nichang’s intention was clear: We’re not going to actively attack the Insect Race, just using a bit of energy stones as bait. If the Insect Race comes looking, we’ll strike them down.

So, loopholes could be exploited in such ways! Feng Jun also found it eye-opening, "Is there a significant difference between this and actively attacking?"

"Of course, there is a big difference," a True Immortal from Yuangang Sect replied, asserting confidently, "First, the battlefield is pre-set by us. If they don’t come, we won’t provoke them; second, it can reduce the attention of the Red Giant Star’s Insects in this direction."

In other words, by setting the trap in other positions, it lowers the chance of this Big Planet being noticed by the Insect Race?

Anyway, it seemed quite a stretch, but one couldn’t say there was no reason at all.

Feng Jun felt it slightly amusing, "This Big Planet has been here for how many years, and the Insect Race hasn’t discovered it. Now you’re assuming it can be found... I say, can you put more thought into finding a reason?"

The Yuangang True Immortal answered in a solemn tone, "The Insect Race is a formidable enemy of the Human Race. The humans in this world live miserably. It’s only right for us to kill as many as possible to rescue them, isn’t it?"

Feng Jun sighed helplessly, eager to explain to him the concept of "safety in production comes first."

However, this is ultimately a view from the Earth Realm. In the world of cultivators, only the ideal of "courageous advancement" matters.

So, he pondered for a moment and asked, "Is this the thought of all your True Immortals?"

"About ninety percent think this way," the True Immortal from Yuangang Sect replied, a bit embarrassed to claim unanimity, given that there was a Kunkuo True Immortal from his sect who really wasn’t interested in battles, "Anyway, some True Immortals have to stay behind to protect these Golden Core Masters."

Feng Jun asked again, "Do all these Golden Core Masters agree?"

When it comes to safety issues, one cannot just ask the leadership; the workers’ opinions are also quite important.

"At least over eighty percent agree," the True Immortal from Yuangang Sect answered conservatively, "We can’t directly ask; if a Nascent Soul asked a Golden Core, of course, they would all say yes. So, it’s just an estimate."

Indeed, as cultivators, nobody wants to be looked down upon, especially when the question comes from a superior. Being labeled "cowardly" is not worth it, irrespective of the long-term impact. Assuming an encounter with the Insect Race, would anyone risk saving those branded as cowards?

But Yue Qing did not like what was being said, "Mountain Master Feng, we Golden Core Masters also have the resolve to kill the Insect Race!"

Feng Jun pondered and then asked another question, "Are you all sure that luring the Insect Race won’t affect the safety of mining?"

"No one can be a hundred percent sure," Xia Nichang responded solemnly, "Just like when forming a Nascent Soul, we aren’t sure we can a hundred percent succeed, but we still strive. We can only say... we’ll try to act with a clear conscience."

"That’s not the logic," Feng Jun shook his head and spoke earnestly, "When cultivators choose their own path, they can say it’s with a clear conscience, but the life and death of others... shouldn’t be decided by you, right?"

"Why are you so fussy?" Yue Qing couldn’t help but complain, "Mountain Master Feng, you’re a good person, but you have a flaw... you think too much for others, it was like this with mortals before, and now it’s the same with the Golden Core."

"Alright, you have a point," Feng Jun couldn’t help rolling his eyes, secretly sighing in his heart, the cultural differences really do objectively exist, even though I’m doing this for the good of the masters, I’m still being complained about, "I’ll go seek advice from Fishing Old Man True Sage."

The True Immortals nodded happily upon hearing this, "Surely that’s how it should be."

"Before the True Sage makes a decision, don’t act rashly," Feng Jun solemnly warned, swiping his mobile phone, then his whole body disappeared.

"That Mountain Master Feng," the True Immortal from Yuangang Sect sighed and shook his head, "he really treats everyone like kids."

"Say less," Xia Nichang retorted, "at least he dares to discuss with Fishing Old Man True Sage, it’s clearly the responsibility of you two sect leaders, yet you still let him take the lead, and you have the nerve to comment on him."

The True Immortal couldn’t help but blush, "You make it sound easy, do you really think the sect’s rules are just for display? Besides, I don’t have Mountain Master Feng’s teleportation divine skill, do I?"

Feng Jun arrived in the star system of battle, and with his thoughts, summoned Fishing Old Man once again.

This time, Fishing Old Man didn’t respond for quite a while. After about three hours, his silhouette finally appeared, "I say, you call on me rather conveniently, don’t you? Summoning me now and then, I was just enjoying myself picking up some benefits... what is it?"

"I also don’t want to disturb you so easily," Feng Jun answered helplessly, "but the problem is there’s a troublesome matter currently..."

He babbled on about the situation, and Fishing Old Man couldn’t help but complain, "You’ve got quite the knack for causing a fuss, good at finding loopholes... If you were a disciple of Xuanhuang, see how I’d deal with you!"

"You have to be reasonable, True Sage," Feng Jun spread his hands helplessly, "I already said it’s the idea of those mining True Immortals, it’s none of my business, there are even your Xuanhuang True Immortals among them, I’m emphasizing safe production..."

Originally, he thought the True Sage had a lot on his plate and didn’t want to waste his time, but now he decided to honestly recount the conversation.

Unexpectedly, Fishing Old Man True Sage laughed after listening, "That’s how they think, huh? Alright, let them have at it then."

On hearing this, Feng Jun’s face suddenly sank—why do I feel like you are targeting me?

"Feel like I’m targeting you?" Fishing Old Man True Sage, although lacking Tuotuo True Sage’s telepathy, wasn’t far off in perceptive abilities, he smiled at him, "You’ve got it right, I am targeting you."

Then, he laughed again, "Just teasing you... what I mean is, it’s also time to open a second front, everyone is steadily advancing by the passage entrance, but it’s time to train everyone’s combat abilities against the Insect Race."

Whatever you say, Feng Jun reluctantly smirked, you have high cultivation, you have reason; next, you’re going to command me to transport personnel, right?

Sure enough, Fishing Old Man True Sage continued, "Go to the passage entrance, and transport another batch of True Immortals and Masters over... this time I won’t return, just take a token of mine back with you."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of obsidian, casually drew on it, and handed it to Feng Jun.

Feng Jun took the token and put it away, "So, how do we calculate this transportation fee...?"

Previously, he never mentioned it, but this Fishing Old Man was so unrespectful of the old, he felt it necessary to care a bit.

"Your words are strange," Fishing Old Man shot him a sideways glance, "You transported so many people from White Pebble Beach, did I say anything? Now you talk to me about transport fees?"

Old fox! Feng Jun speechlessly smirked, I transported people to work for me and they earn some hard-earned money, but you wipe out my transport fee with justifiable confidence.

He even suspected that Fishing Old Man opened the second front out of greed for his transportation abilities.

But what can he say? He didn’t plan on squabbling over these things; just wanted to tease the other party earlier. Now that there’s a reason, he let it go, after all, an extra battlefront behind the Insect Race means less pressure for the human race in this world.

However, he didn’t rush to leave. Instead, with a flicker, he headed over to the vicinity of Hesheng.

After listening to the radio for a while, he took out his walkie-talkie and called, "Director He, my production line... did you get it?"

Last time, he hadn’t received goods from the Pioneering Bank, so naturally, he didn’t get the leukocyte proliferation inducer production line, then entrusted Hesheng to obtain a line for him, and He Runxian also stated... it was free!

"Aha, you’ve finally shown up again," He Runxian’s voice was filled with delight, "The Pioneering Bank asked me to pass a message, they still want to continue the collaboration with you."

(Updated to, summon monthly tickets.)