Big Data Cultivation

Han Hai True Sage had met Ban Yu True Sage before, but the two couldn’t be said to be familiar, "Why would it be great for me to come?"

"The insects have Emergence Stage, at least two of them," Ban Yu True Sage replied solemnly, "With me, the Fishing Old Man, and Ren Tu, altogether there are only three people. Handling two Emergence Stage isn’t difficult; the challenge is how not to expose ourselves."

Han Hai True Sage didn’t agree to him but glanced at Feng Jun, "I’m just here with Mountain Master Feng to watch the excitement, and I haven’t decided if I want to make a move."

"Of course you must make a move," Ban Yu True Sage answered matter-of-factly, "A two-to-one opportunity is rare, isn’t it?"

Han Hai True Sage understood this, as it wasn’t his first time in a different world, knowing it wasn’t easy to annihilate opponents given the Human Cultivators’ combat strength was slightly superior, especially when facing Emergence Stage battles—the opponent could run if they can’t defeat you.

In situations like this where it’s two against one Emergence Stage, especially in an ambush scenario, it’s highly possible to instantly kill the opponent; such opportunities are indeed rare. Yet, he also remembered his original intention—to just look around and later on kill the mastermind behind it.

So he retorted, "Do you have the authority to invite me to join?"

This statement hit a nerve, meaning he wasn’t able to decide for both schools, but Ban Yu True Sage’s advantage was that he focused on Artifact Refining, thought less, and responded directly, "I’ll just inform the Fishing Old Man, such a great opportunity is rare."

Han Hai True Sage was speechless, so he turned his head to look at Feng Jun.

Feng Jun finally came to his senses, "True Sage, if you want to go, just go. By the way, Sancai True Sage can also go to take charge."

"Why do I have to only take charge?" Wei Sancai was dissatisfied, not specifically targeted at Feng Jun, "Don’t like our Clan Practitioners, can’t we just not get involved?"

At that moment, the Fishing Old Man also arrived and lightly snorted upon hearing, "I would rather have you lead the attack. Can you handle it?"

Wei Sancai rolled his eyes at him, "I can’t handle it, and you think you can? A defeated opponent still has the audacity to act big?"

The Fishing Old Man was so angry his eyes rolled back. He had lost to Wei Sancai before, but that was shortly after his Emergence Stage, with True Treasures not fully refined. Later, he wanted to redeem himself but ended up in two stalemates consecutively.

He believed his combat strength surpassed Wei Sancai’s, but Wei Sancai was skilled in space rules, which countered his style. And because Wei Sancai often fought him, he used his Fish Basket as a comparison during the Xin Mo Plate.

However, at this time, he didn’t want to argue more with Wei Sancai, "You don’t need to take charge; with me, Ren Tu, Han Hai, and Ban Yu...the four of us against two Emergence Stage, it’s more than enough."

He considered himself, Ren Tu, and Han Hai to be stronger than Wei Sancai. Ban Yu True Sage might be a bit weaker, but with the "Heaven and Earth Furnace" Divine Skills, it was highly useful for confining or refining Emergence Stage of the Insect Race.

But Wei Sancai, upon hearing this, became more annoyed. He thought he might not be able to beat Han Hai but wasn’t intimidated against Ren Tu. Now, the arrangement clearly discriminated against him as a Clan Practitioner.

It was at this time Han Hai True Sage spoke up, "How about this: the four of you make the move, and I take charge. I’m not very interested in half a side Emergence Stage insect corpse."

His words...were simply even more provoking than the Fishing Old Man’s, yet he said them so naturally.

Ban Yu True Sage was dissatisfied, "Han Hai, I know you have killed many alien races, but in terms of financial power, I’m not really inferior to you."

"I didn’t say I was rich, I just look down on those small things," Han Hai True Sage spoke his mind freely, "Moreover, as the one taking charge, if a third Emergence Stage insect comes out, I’ll quickly resolve it... you all are lacking!"

With that, even Wei Sancai, the ally, couldn’t swallow it, "What if a fourth one comes out?"

"Then we can only be exposed," Han Hai True Sage answered naturally, "I only have confidence in quickly resolving one."

Thanks to Han Hai, even Wei Sancai stopped quarreling with the Fishing Old Man, and the four True Sages went to Outer Space, joined Ren Tu True Sage, and went to handle the Emergence Stage Insect Race.

They did ask Feng Jun if he wanted to join in and observe, but Feng Jun expressed that he was insufficiently capable and opted out.

Then he went to Xiajing, wanting to see how Ninth Brother and Sister Qin were doing.

Sister Qin’s commercial building... was still in ruins. One-third of the building was collapsed, with the top two floors destroyed, but the remaining floors still housed defenders, looking quite fierce.

Ninth Brother’s warehouse on the surface was also demolished, discarded metals scattered all over. The underground warehouse was still fairly intact, but it had clearly suffered damage, though it had been repaired.

When Feng Jun arrived, it was basically already evening, and soon the sky would turn dark.

Ninth Brother arrived at his warehouse entrance, sighing lightly, "Is this... really not coming anymore? I’ve repaired the warehouse five times already!"

"Are the supplies still insufficient?" A voice sounded behind him.

Ninth Brother turned to look and found it was a stranger, so he frowned slightly, "What supplies, what are you selling?"

"Last time, I delivered 240,000 tons to you," the stranger swaggered over in front of him, hands in his pockets, tilting his head as he spoke, "You asked for two transports to complete, but we achieved the goal in one."

"It really was you!" Ninth Brother’s eyes lit up, speaking with delight, "I thought someone was trying to get information from me again."

"Someone again?" Feng Jun raised an eyebrow, "It seems like your place isn’t very safe either."

"Not just unsafe," Ninth Brother gave a bitter smile, "The military has its eyes on me. Luckily, I managed to sell off a large quantity of supplies quickly..."

According to him, there were only two owners of the 240,000 tons of cargo, Sister Qin and him.

The two quickly divided the supplies, and Ninth Brother began announcing at the Clan Association that he got a batch of medicines. Whoever needs it can buy it from him at market price, but it’s limited to personal treatment and can’t be transferred.

This requirement was quite normal, but the members of the Chen Clan Association weren’t isolated individuals; they too had their friends, colleagues, and comrades. So someone asked if he could help their friend—price being negotiable.

Ninth Brother was quite generous by nature, but at this time, he couldn’t afford to be generous. He stated that he purchased these items at five times the price—selling them to you at market price already results in a huge loss for me, please don’t make it difficult for me.

The subsequent events, needless to say, saw someone willing to buy medicines at ten times the price, but Ninth Brother didn’t sell—in the Human Federation, this kind of hoarding behavior definitely violated the Wartime Management Regulations.

Of course, the medicines he acquired far exceeded the needs of the Chen Clan Association, but he had no intention to simply profit from this by selling at high prices under such circumstances; it seemed rather inhumane.

Therefore, he preferred to wholesale them at a relatively low price to some familiar organizations or potential partners.

As for the selling price, still five times the market price, he did earn a little margin, but almost all of it went to subsidize the Chen Clan Association. Bearing such huge risks, he couldn’t be expected to suffer losses, right?

Since medicines were operated in this manner, other supplies naturally followed the same procedure.

However, the news that he had supplies quickly spread throughout Xiajing, and someone came knocking, offering eight times the price to buy all his cargo—indeed, his previously set price of five times wasn’t high at all.

Ninth Brother knew what these people were up to, but he wasn’t easily intimidated, straightforwardly stating that there’s no goods, only his life—if you have the ability, take it.

His tough stance led the opposition to reporting him, but fortunately, Ninth Brother had hidden most of the goods well, except the ones he had sold. The investigators merely confiscated some medicines found in his house.

However, that was clearly not the end. Soon, the military also intervened, demanding him to confess where the items came from.

Ninth Brother simply refused to say—if you’re not satisfied, just lock me up; I won’t tell you where it came from.

This attitude already severely violated the Wartime Management Regulations, making him liable for execution. But Ninth Brother was ready for it—so long as I don’t die, the worst is being sent to work at the frontier to redeem myself; speaking as if I’m not already on Frontier Star.

However, the military really couldn’t execute him, nor did they dare to incarcerate him—there were over seventy thousand members of the Chen Clan Association, scattered across every corner of Frontier Star. Handling it improperly could cause trouble.

Moreover, the key point was that if they lock him up, the subsequent supply replenishments will be uncertain.

Of course, Minister Shen’s fate might also be a reason, but no one mentioned it.

Ninth Brother was released after three days, while Sister Qin wasn’t investigated at all—she knew people of higher level and had stronger capabilities to deal with trouble,

but after being released, his troubles weren’t over. The military occasionally visited his abandoned metal company to hint—our energy stones are a bit tight, if you support us a little, we’ll patrol elsewhere.

The military patrols would trigger Insect Race attacks!

So their behavior was somewhat akin to extortion—pay us and we leave, don’t pay and we mess with you!

Ninth Brother couldn’t refuse, knowing well this was the military’s bottom line. If he wouldn’t even give them a little money—able to catch you once, could catch you twice.

To navigate the underworld, the most important thing is to have an eye for things, perhaps lacking skill but definitely not lacking perception.

Feng Jun didn’t care much about his ordeal; after listening roughly, he frowned slightly, "Just don’t pay the protection fee, so what? Without energy stones, they figure it out themselves, what’s bullying ordinary people going to achieve?"

"The military is currently facing quite a few troubles; I heard recently they discovered Shoe Cultists," Ninth Brother cautiously glanced at him, "They suspect you belong to the Super Gene Warrior faction, so they’re eager to show some results."

Feng Jun acted as if he hadn’t heard that topic, "I feel your depletion isn’t that great, why rush to acquire more goods?"

"A production line has shown some promise, I’m not sure if you’re interested," Ninth Brother straightened his face and replied seriously, "A regenerative medicine for... limb regeneration using growth factors."

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