Big Data Cultivation

When Ren Tu True Sage heard that the elder from Feng Jun’s Sect gave three breaths, and one breath destroyed a Temple, he couldn’t help but look at him in surprise.

After pausing for about two seconds, he was somewhat unhappy, "Since there are still two breaths, why not destroy two more Temples?"

You’ve got trump cards, so use them. Instead, you bring the True Sage over—do you think my presence isn’t strong enough or more convenient?

Those nearby couldn’t help but click their tongues at this: the temper of this True Sage is truly extraordinary.

"The elder of my Sect... has a relatively high cultivation level," Feng Jun deliberately responded with a subtle jab, then solemnly said, "It’s not easy to beseech the elders of one’s Sect, and a divine descent could happen at any moment. It’s just to keep some timely backup for unforeseen situations."

Relatively high cultivation level... Ren Tu felt a bit despondent, then he recalled last time, the Angler ignoring Feng Jun for almost three hours—if one really encounters such a situation when seeking reinforcements, there’s no place even to cry.

However, he can’t speak ill of the Angler; a True Sage has their dignity. In person, one can argue however they like, but when turned away, especially in front of younger generations, one must maintain the dignity of the True Sage. So he lightly snorts, "Aren’t you afraid of being unable to escape?"

Seeing Ren Tu True Sage’s anger, no one else dared utter a word. Hearing the implication in his words, those specializing in formation had the courage to speak, "True Sage, Mountain Master Feng is truly considering us. Please don’t blame him."

Others nodded repeatedly upon hearing this. Everyone held this view—no matter Feng Jun’s flaws; in terms of rescue, he genuinely did an excellent job.

"Did I blame him?" Ren Tu True Sage glanced at the formation cultivator, slightly surprised, "Are you... from the Formation Path?"

"Greetings, Ren Tu True Sage," the Formation True Immortal saluted with a bow, "Over two centuries ago, I accompanied my master to Taixu Mist Shadow Peak."

"So, you are his disciple," Ren Tu nodded, then gazed silently towards the planets in the Measuring Star System.

After about ten minutes, his figure flickered and vanished.

Twenty seconds later, the Divine Lord Temple on the Sixth Planet flashed brilliantly and then crumbled.

About ten seconds later, the Divine Lord Temple on the Fifth Planet also flashed brilliantly and collapsed...

Ren Tu True Sage took some time for pre-planning, but when he started, it was like a thunderstorm sweeping through—within two minutes, he demolished five temples, his figure flickered, and he returned to the Tianqin cultivators.

Then he spoke lightly, "Alright, I’ve taken the collections from the temples on planets four, five, and six. The rest of the collections are yours... why not hurry?"

Upon hearing this, everyone simultaneously looked at Feng Jun—they still relied on him to lead people.

"There isn’t a single Nascent Soul in the entire star system, so what are you worried about?" Ren Tu True Sage spoke impatiently, "Just fly over directly and kill them all."

Upon hearing this, the crowd dispersed, but the Big Boss sent a thought to Feng Jun, "Don’t leave... this True Sage is spent."

The crowd rushed towards planets one, two, and three, but Feng Jun silently stood beside Ren Tu True Sage, motionless.

Ren Tu silently watched for a long time, then turned his head slightly to look at Feng Jun, asking in a deep voice, "Aren’t you going?"

Feng Jun smiled and replied, "The view here is better. It’s more convenient to support whichever planet has issues."

Is it really? Ren Tu True Sage felt a hint of doubt: Could it be that he’s realized I can’t hold on anymore?

However, despite the suspicion, he didn’t look at Feng Jun. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "I seem to have some reactions from my Earth Vein research in the Golden Crow—I’m concerned."

"I can send you out," Feng Jun answered without hesitation, "Just tell me when to come fetch you? I won’t tell anyone where you’ve gone... Earth Vein research is truly private."

Ren Tu True Sage turned his head and gave him a deep look, "Excellent insight... I truly want to know about your Sect."

Feng Jun smiled without saying anything—he genuinely didn’t know what to say.

Seeing his expression, Ren Tu True Sage could finally confirm that the other party indeed knew his situation, so he spoke in a deep voice, "The main point is I’ve accumulated some incense karma and must resolve it. This world’s incense is mighty... come for me in fifteen days."

"Accumulate karma?" the Big Boss snorted coldly in Feng Jun’s mind, "Ultimately, it’s exhaustion—what hypocrisy."

Feng Jun nodded, solemnly replying, "I also think the incense in this world is potent—would sending you to Yiyao be alright?"

"Then... Yiyao," Ren Tu True Sage thought for less than a third of a second before agreeing decisively.

At the next moment, Feng Jun took Ren Tu to the Yiyao Land.

As soon as they appeared, a figure shot forth like lightning, "Who are you? Sneaky... Ah, is it Ren Tu the Great Sage?"

Ren Tu glanced over and saw a Small Golden Core, his brows furrowed slightly, "Outer court or another court? Such a state of panic, what a sight!"

"Outer court disciple Zheng Tianqi, I have met the Great Sage," the Golden Core disciple greeted respectfully, relieved to come from the outer court rather than another court.

And his panic was justified, "East City Executor Senior Brother Moran has successfully condensed his soul, many have come to congratulate him, True Immortal Moran wants us to guard the gates well, it wouldn’t be good if something unexpected happened on such a festive day."

Feng Jun’s brow raised slightly, "Moran... did he just succeed in condensing his soul?"

"Oh, it’s Mountain Master Feng," only then did Zheng Tianqi realize the other was someone familiar, he was so shocked by Ren Tu True Sage that he overlooked Feng Jun, "Are you here to congratulate True Immortal Moran as well?"

Ren Tu True Sage turned to glance at Feng Jun, "Since we’ve arrived, let’s have a look."

His inner hope was that Feng Jun could stay in Yiyao for half a month, thus witnessing his emergence from seclusion.

"Just a small celebration," Feng Jun shook his head, speaking lightly, "The soul condensation celebration should be held at the Taixu Sect, right?"

Moran has been in charge of East City for many years and chose this place for soul condensation, having just advanced to Nascent Soul. A small private celebration is customary, but the proper ceremony is held either in the clan or sect, unquestionably.

Ren Tu True Sage tried to persuade him, "From what I understand, his soul condensation was devised by you, seeing it now would be great for promoting your reputation for devising."

His understanding of Moran... If not for Feng Jun, he wouldn’t have paid attention to a humble Golden Core. It was because of understanding Feng Jun that he learned of Moran, and realized within the Yiyao plate, their sect also has such a small talent.

"Reputation for devising... do I still need that?" Feng Jun responded casually. His attitude seemed inflated, but it was true. Importantly, he had reason, "True Sage, the battle is still ongoing there, I must be prepared for support."

What he meant by "prepared for support" was more akin to being a caretaker.

Ren Tu True Sage understood this, and he couldn’t prevent the other’s legitimate duties for a little face reputation, so he sighed softly, "Then you should go."

Feng Jun teleported to the Insect World, not directly engaging in battle, but watching cultivators on the six planets fight from outer space, always ready for a call for rescue.

Though technically not a rescue, Ren Tu True Sage made it clear that the entire star system no longer had Insect Race Nascent Souls, so why would Feng Jun need to rescue? Even if Human Cultivators find themselves disadvantaged, calling on nearby cultivators would be enough, why would Mountain Master Feng need to intervene?

But occasionally, he still took action, such as teleporting human cultivators from one planet to another.

Initially, human cultivators aimed for the First and Third Planets, where the Temple warehouses hadn’t been plundered by Ren Tu—Feng Jun strongly suspected Ren Tu intended to plunder all temple warehouses.

The reason for leaving two warehouses wasn’t unwillingness but inability. After dealing with the first three temples and plundering, Ren Tu True Sage realized too much Spiritual Energy was consumed, and thus destroyed the remaining two temples but found it inconvenient to collect the treasures inside.

If he forced it, he might succeed, but if he couldn’t, it would be disgraceful before juniors—these juniors came from various forces.

Feng Jun self-questioned, put in Ren Tu’s place, he’d make the same choice, choosing to concede some profits to maintain a high-image.

Facts proved Ren Tu True Sage had great insight, not minding conceding profits. The temple warehouses on the Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Planets weren’t completely swept clean. He took some vital treasures, leaving most resources behind.

This discovery occurred after cultivators looted the temples on the First and Third Planets. So many cultivators gathered on these planets, they often bumped into each other while searching for remaining Insect Races.

—Everyone knows there are still some Insect Races left on this planet, though not many. What to do with the frequent collisions?

Thus, farsighted individuals even transferred to other planets that same day, only to find: turns out there are still many treasures in the temple warehouses—not valuable enough for the True Sage.

This discovery accelerated the transfer of other cultivators to the other four planets. After all, besides temple treasures, there were Insect Races to hunt—indeed, the harvest wasn’t limited to this. On the Second Planet, someone even discovered a purple-silver mine.

Purple-silver is a material ensuring unimpeded transmission of Spiritual Energy—somewhat similar to Earth’s superconductors, extremely rare on Tianqin Plane. Now finding a small deposit on the Second Planet, where the temples had long collapsed, was truly an immeasurable impact.

Though the deposit is small, possibly not exceeding a hundred tons and requires refining, it is enough to drive people mad.

In no time, all six planets were filled with Tianqin cultivators, searching everywhere for resources.

These had nothing to do with Feng Jun, related to him was the need to respond to others’ summons, transporting between different planets.

When would the function of this transportation tool meet its end? Feng Jun felt a bit helpless.

As he lamented, he suddenly looked up, "Hmm?"