Big Data Cultivation

The perception abilities of the Insect Race Nascent Soul were very strong; one Multi-eyed Bug Nascent Soul even sensed something, then raised its eyes to look over.

It immediately flew into a rage. "A Human Race Warship? Damn ants, you actually dared come here?"

The Human Race Warship was actually just a smokescreen; it was only released after the battle started. The real purpose wasn’t to attack, but to cover up the perception of the Insect Race on the planet, so they wouldn’t know what exactly was happening.

When the Cultivators finished the battle, the Human Race Warship didn’t disappear either, but instead started wildly bombarding in Outer Space, putting on a full-encirclement posture.

This kind of behavior was something the Insect Race absolutely couldn’t tolerate. On the nearest Fifth Planet, a gigantic Sandworm soared into the air. This was the top Combat Strength on that planet, and also one of the only two remaining Insect Race Nascent Souls.

The other Nascent Soul, however, made no move—its task was to Guard the Temple.

The Sandworm’s speed was very fast, but to reach the battlefield would still take at least a day. Seeing this, the Insect Race on the other planets actually weren’t in a hurry anymore—of course they couldn’t let the Human Race Warship off, but the Human Race was famous for being cunning; they had to discuss a proper plan.

The Insect Race truly looked down on the weak Human Race, but they also knew how troublesome the Human Race was. The opponent’s strength was unclear; they couldn’t just charge blindly, they had to talk tactics.

However, if the Insect Race really talked about tactics, one could only laugh—there was only one tactic... the Bug Tide tactic!

The Insect Race also had planet Guard missions, but generally speaking, sending out two-thirds of their Combat Strength was no problem.

They weren’t good at construction, so a bit of damage to the planet didn’t matter at all, as long as it wasn’t blasted to pieces.

In this situation, they probably didn’t even need to send out two-thirds of their Combat Strength; one-third was enough.

Three Nascent Souls per planet, that made fifteen; over a hundred Golden Core, that was six to seven hundred Golden Core bugs, plus nearly ten thousand Out-of-Dust Insect Race, and they even brought some Qi Refinement Realm—around three to five hundred thousand.

In fact, if the opponent really had very strong Combat Strength, these planets could easily muster three to five hundred thousand Out-of-Dust and over a hundred million Qi Refinement; it was just that the time hadn’t come yet to use the Bug Tide, so there were relatively fewer low-level Insect Race.

Wars of the Insect Race had always been like this: the lives of low-level Insect Race simply didn’t count as lives.

This time was the same; not many low-level Insect Race were sent out, but since something had happened, the low-level Insect Race still had to charge at the very front.

So the Insect Race from the other five planets set out more slowly, and their marching speed was even slower.

The normal marching speed of the main army was such that they would need eight to thirty days to reach that Big Stone.

However, it didn’t take long before an even worse piece of bad news arrived: after just a day and a half, that Sandworm, having charged too fast, was focus-fired by the Human Race Warship and directly fell.

In fact, Sandworms were known for their thick skin and tough flesh, and their reactions weren’t exactly slow. For a regiment-level Human Race combat unit to focus-fire and kill it was not easy at all, but once you added the ambush of dozens of True Immortals, it became a matter of minutes.

Seeing the Insect Race pressing in from five directions, the Cultivators couldn’t help feeling the urge to annihilate one of those forces. With their strength, if they went all out, simultaneously wiping out two forces wouldn’t be too difficult.

However, they had more or less accepted the concept of "war" now, and understood that this wasn’t the time to expose their true identities, so for the moment they could only think about it.

In fact, after they found out the Sandworm had been killed, the five Insect Race units all stopped and first moved closer to each other.

Yet not long after, under the gaze of countless Insect Race, that Regiment-Level Flagship, with other ships attached, directly accelerated and then jumped away!

For the Insect Race of the Folded-Ruler Star System, this day was simply a Day of Shame. A mere regiment-level Human Race fleet came when it wanted and left when it wanted; the key point was that it had killed ten Insect Race Nascent Souls. Could there be anything more humiliating than this?

Then they were dumbfounded to discover that the cause of the battle turned out to be a very small Energy Stone Mine, and it had already been mined to the very bottom!

This was also Feng Jun and his people going a bit too far—while killing the Sandworm, they didn’t forget to dig out the Energy Stones they had placed down.

Although doing this would consume some extra Spiritual Energy, everyone’s view was quite unified: they would rather waste Spiritual Energy than leave Energy Stones for the Insect Race—this stuff could let the Insect Race raise their Cultivation Level and replenish their expenditure; of course they couldn’t be left behind.

Just like during wartime, if you couldn’t take the provisions with you, you’d rather burn them than supply the enemy.

While the fury of the many Insect Race was at its peak, another piece of news came: on the surface of the Sixth Planet, Human Mecha seemed to have appeared, and two Nascent Souls and several dozen Golden Core had gone missing.

This was intolerable! The Insect Race main army split into two; one half patrolled in Outer Space, and the other half headed straight for the Sixth Planet.

However, just as they were planning to set up an inescapable net on the planet and thoroughly search for the Human Race Army, an alarm came from the Fourth Planet: two depots had been raided, one Nascent Soul had died in battle, and one Nascent Soul was missing, suspected to be the work of Human Mecha.

The Insect Race of the Fourth Planet decided to pull back—if they didn’t return, their nest would be in danger.

Although the Insect Race in the Zhechi System was stationed in the rear, there were still bugs that had experienced war. They were very puzzled and said, "Human Race Mecha... can they really kill Nascent Soul Bug Race?"

The Nascent Soul on the Sixth Planet might have been accidentally ambushed; that’s something you can’t really argue with. But the Nascent Soul guarding the warehouse on the Fourth Planet... could it really be that careless?

However, other bugs refuted this, saying that Human Mecha indeed weren’t that powerful, but maybe those ants had developed some new weapon.

Anyway, the bugs on the Fourth Planet returned to their post, and right after that, the bugs on the Second Planet reported: suspected Human Mecha sighted. There were no casualties, but... the enemy’s movements were bizarre and impossible to track.

Soon after, news also came from the First Planet that Human Mecha had been discovered, and their escape speed was insanely fast. A Nascent Soul Flying Centipede refused to accept that and gave chase, and then... it disappeared.

All the bugs exploded in an uproar and hurried back to their respective garrisoned planets; the Sixth Planet’s plan for a strict lockdown went up in smoke.

These sudden changes were, of course, because Feng Jun had quietly brought the Cultivators back again. He even taught them the essence of guerrilla warfare, using those sixteen characters from the Old Master.

The Cultivators’ pride was actually quite strong; fighting like this felt like the sneak-attack style of Loose Cultivators, which was a bit shameful. But Feng Jun emphasized again that this was a war, not a contest of ego, so everyone accepted it.

Once they accepted it and operated this way, everyone felt it was actually pretty convenient. Someone even said—if we’d known it was like this, why didn’t we do it from the start? We wasted over thirty days with more than a thousand people.

Then someone refuted that, saying, how was that wasted time? If they hadn’t effectively killed off the Insect Race’s high-end combat strength and created panic, would the guerrilla war be going so smoothly now?

They really had a point. They had taken out more than ten Insect Race Nascent Souls; now it was questionable whether the bugs still had sixty Nascent Souls. The Human Race only had a bit over thirty Nascent Souls, but one side was in the open and the other in the dark, one mainly defending and one mainly attacking, so the Human side was actually more proactive.

If the bugs still had their original numbers, they would have had more than ten experts available for emergencies, and the Human side would be far more passive.

Moreover, killing that many Insect Race Nascent Souls had a huge impact on morale. Now the bugs basically didn’t dare launch proactive attacks.

The most delightful part was that, because of the appearance of Human Race Warships, the bugs’ defenses were mostly aimed at the Human Federation’s kind of tactics. They never imagined that what they were facing was Human Cultivators with extremely strong individual combat strength and a wide variety of attack methods.

This kind of mistaken understanding would make them pay a heavy price.

In the following ten days or so, aside from the heavily damaged Fifth Planet, the Insect Race on the other five planets also suffered serious losses; another eight Insect Race Nascent Souls fell one after another.

The bugs were feeling really bad about this; most Nascent Soul Bug Race chose to preserve themselves and kept driving low-level bugs to scour the surroundings—after all, they never lacked cannon fodder. As long as sacrificing some cannon fodder could expose hidden enemies, it was a bargain.

Unfortunately, Nascent Soul Cultivators had too many methods; ordinary low-level bugs simply couldn’t sense them. Doing this was really in vain.

Feng Jun actually hadn’t planned to stay long. He felt that once everyone adapted to this style of combat, he could leave. After all, he still had a lot to do. If he was worried about this place, he could come back to check often, and at critical moments, as long as he could take everyone away, that would be enough.

But as the fighting went on, he increasingly realized that this seemed to be the place most suited to him.

He might be a bit of a coward, but as a man, he also longed for battle. However, at the very front lines he had no qualification to participate in combat—at most, he could do some small business and help multiple sides solve some problems with supplies.

But here, he had the qualifications to join the fight. He could exchange blows with the bugs’ Golden Core, and quite often he was the one wearing Human Mecha to cover the retreat—when it came to getting out alive, not even a True Immortal could compare to him.

Besides that, he could help transfer all those Cultivators back and forth among the six planets, making it very easy to concentrate their strength to wipe out weaker Insect Race forces.

Most importantly, with him around, the many Tianqin Cultivators wouldn’t panic—their retreat path was guaranteed.

Honestly speaking, he greatly enjoyed his current life. Cultivators really did get a stronger sense of accomplishment by fighting heaven and earth.

However, after nearly two months, he still took some time to go to the Big Planet, found that everything there was in perfect order, and then quietly entered the Void again.

What he didn’t know was that on the front-line Xingzheng Star, He Runxian was now calling the handheld communicator no fewer than five times a day.

In the Void, Han Hai True Sage had already found several Treasure-Finding Spots, but the disciples of Xuanshui Sect hadn’t split up; they were still concentrated in that Broken Stone Zone whose outskirts were full of Big Stones, tirelessly exploring deeper into the rubble.

Ten True Immortals and more than sixty Realmen focusing their strength on a Void Treasure Hunt made for a truly spectacular scene.

Once they discovered that Feng Jun had arrived, someone immediately called Han Hai True Sage, but this call was similar to the induction of an Essence Blood Protection Talisman; no one knew exactly where Han Hai True Sage was.

Feng Jun was a bit surprised. "You haven’t found a suitable Treasure-Finding Spot? It’s been over a year—why are you all still crowded here?"

(Updated to here, calling for monthly tickets.)