Big Data Cultivation

Feng Jun gave a brief explanation and hurried back to the Insect World, only to be shocked to find that while he was talking with True Immortal Qingwei, the insects had already begun gradually withdrawing from the battle.

The first to retreat were the Golden Core insects. This small battlefield originally had over twenty Golden Core insects, but now only five or six remained. When these survivors contacted each other and found out that their comrades had truly disappeared, they promptly retreated.

During their withdrawal, they didn’t forget to urge the lower-level insects to launch a fierce attack for a while. After all, this was a tactical move, not just because they feared death—only by advancing can they retreat more comfortably.

Anyway, in the eyes of the higher-ranking insects, lower-level insects are meant for sacrificing. Using them at this time, there’s no point in being reluctant.

The insects had launched their attack at midnight, and though the intensity was gradually decreasing, Hesheng’s security systems truly hadn’t detected it. Even though many had served in the military, battlefield judgment requires a high degree of professionalism and comprehensive information-gathering capabilities.

Hesheng’s security couldn’t achieve this. Warriors with high professionalism don’t just finish their service; they generally extend their service time. As for information-gathering capabilities... Hesheng is merely a private enterprise lacking the depth in this area.

Not to mention, it was pouring rain on the scene, severely affecting observation.

However, He Runxian noticed this because the attacks on the storage sites he was most concerned about had weakened dramatically!

The third storage site suffered the worst; the energy shield was rapidly strengthening, yet a few big holes had been punched through, bound to be a huge hidden danger. The energy field of the other two sites was relatively weak, and if the insects continued attacking, losses would progressively increase.

But under these circumstances, the intensity and speed of attacks on the three storage sites dropped at an unusually fast pace, then rapidly approached zero. He Runxian quickly reacted, "The insects might be retreating."

"Isn’t this normal?" An elder in the comprehensive dispatch center expressed—he also bore the surname He and was He Runxian’s granduncle by generation, "With rain this heavy, they would only attack casually for a while."

He Runxian knew this was from the elder’s experience but still wanted to ponder, "Hurry and send the comprehensive battlefield holographic simulation over, focusing on changes within these few minutes."

What he referred to as holographic simulation was actually a full-dimensional dynamic battlefield diagram. Although Hesheng is merely a clan enterprise and its defense system hasn’t exceeded standards that key enterprises should have, its holographic system is implemented well when truly cultivating inner strengths.

Thus, Hesheng’s holographic system surpasses the average level. However, reconstructing a simple battlefield scene is easy; simulating it meticulously requires very powerful computational abilities—for a summary review, it’s much simpler.

Putting this aside, suddenly the insects increased their attacks on the perimeter significantly; some even appeared to have suicidal tendencies, which surprised the security personnel. But since they sought death, they wouldn’t be polite either.

However, the attack continued for about five minutes, and some observers found, "The insects are retreating wave after wave... the rhythm of a withdrawal."

In theory, counterattacking at this moment would be better, but the person in charge of security was also a seasoned veteran, considering potential defeat before considering victory, "Control the intensity of engagement, maintain appropriate contact; this attack is indeed peculiar, and the rain is too heavy to chase them down."

It was very regrettable that the insects would not maintain contact with the Human Race. When they saw the opponents dared to pursue them in the middle of the night, they decisively cut off their tails to flee, leaving behind nearly a hundred Qi-Refining Period insect corpses.

With the war’s conclusion, He Runxian couldn’t afford to consider anything else, first gathering people to transport supplies, clean the battlefield, and scout the insects’ subsequent actions...

After being busy for about an hour, he remembered to request the holographic system. However, until now, relevant information was still under analysis. Only after another hour did he obtain relatively detailed intelligence.

Given the time taken, the intelligence was naturally precise, summarized the number of insects involved in the attack, including how many General Levels there were, the types of these generals, who specifically participated in the attack, and... how the General Levels maneuvered during the attack.

If he wished to wait longer, even more detailed simulations would be available, though it wouldn’t be very meaningful.

During the analysis, everyone discovered an astonishing detail: many General Level insects inexplicably disappeared during the attack, and this situation concentrated within a minute or so, then... the insects started their planned retreat.

So, figuring out how these General Level insects disappeared is a very critical issue. Several elite intelligence analysts brought in resources, analyzing bit by bit what exactly happened in that minute or so.

Unfortunately, Feng Jun possesses a half-baked Art of Concealment, and in this pouring rain, various observation instruments were severely affected, so no one noticed the vague shadows that appeared beside the insects.

Then everyone speculated whether the insects used Space Power, yet after reviewing the observations of various energy waves, they were disheartened to find—there were no particular spatial fluctuations.

Actually, strictly speaking, spatial fluctuations exist, but during Feng Jun’s Blink process, they’re extremely minimal; however, when he took away the insects, the spatial fluctuations were slightly larger.

This way of crossing space isn’t breaking through with brute force but borrowing the rules for Teleportation, where spatial fluctuations are much smaller than a jump.

If it were truly the energy and space fluctuations of a transition, it wouldn’t likely escape Hesheng’s monitoring. However, Feng Jun’s method, even if presented to the military, wouldn’t be easy to identify in such heavy rain conditions.

In this scale of battle, small-range spatial fluctuations aren’t unusual; the insects also possess Blink abilities, combined with various collisions of energy fields, slight fluctuations are normal, having none would be strange.

Everyone was busy until dawn, even after all the energy stones were moved, yet they hadn’t analyzed how the ten or so General Level insects managed to disappear. But they could basically determine that it was precisely the disappearance of those General Level insects that caused the insect army’s retreat.

Yawning, He Runxian suddenly had a thought, was it the Broker forces that acted on those generals?

As soon as this thought occurred, he couldn’t sleep, so he arranged for people to treat the injured, repair the dome, replenish ammunition, and... report the battle to the City Defense Army.

He was busy until noon, finally feeling a bit relieved, and his mind returned to this speculation. But he dared not ask directly; living in society requires a keen sense of awareness.

Overcome by sleepiness he couldn’t resist, he dozed off for a while, waking up again by evening, pondering repeatedly, and called Feng Jun on the walkie-talkie, unexpectedly gaining a successful connection.

When he heard Feng Jun ask what was the matter, he hesitated for a moment, then steeled himself, "Sir, last night the insect assault was fierce, suddenly someone intervened secretly; do you know which force it was?"

Feng Jun was initially stunned, thinking when did this guy become so bold, then realized the person was using a public strategy, seemingly probing information but superficially testing his intelligence capabilities.

So he lazily replied, "It’s good that it was defended, as for anything else... what’s the point of asking? I don’t have such a strong curiosity as you."

He Runxian became increasingly convinced the other side might know something, so he asked again, "Mainly last night’s situation, it was indeed a bit dangerous; I want to know if Hesheng can invite these people again should we face another crisis? Being surrounded is really hard."

"It’s not about inviting people," Feng Jun answered casually, "I’ve agreed to a deal with you, and I’ll keep my word. I won’t allow unforeseen factors to disturb my promises... once the deal is ended, we’re no longer involved."

You admitted it, He Runxian understood the implication clearly, and thus spoke again, "What would I need to do if I want to invite you to protect Hesheng Base?"

You’re thinking a bit wildly, Feng Jun really wanted to scold him, but upon considering the plight of the Human Race in this place, he couldn’t bring himself to say it and ultimately let out a sigh, "Nothing you do will matter; in chaotic times, just try to seek your fortune."

He Runxian continued to plead, but there was no longer any response from the other side. He was stunned for a while, then dejectedly shook his head, "Alas."

In truth, he knew the Broker organization might possess vast Divine Skills, but no matter how powerful they are, there’s always a limit. If their strength were limitless, wouldn’t they be taking on military extermination tasks?

Of course, there’s another possibility; they don’t take on military orders due to other reasons. However, regardless of those reasons, would they care about the trifling commission of Hesheng?

As night fell, a City Guard military unit came rushing in to inspect their battle results.

Simultaneously, the City Guard also brought inquiries from higher-ups, wanting to know how they repelled the insects—the three damaged domes still under repair were enough to show the intensity of the insect attack.

During their conversation, He Runxian could sense that the military intelligence department seemed to have some ideas.

However, at this moment, he didn’t even have the strength to get angry; the insects had been a real nuisance lately, the military truly had it difficult, so he blandly remarked, "As we fought, they retreated, and I don’t know why."

"I heard the headquarters of Pioneer Bank is moving here?" The City Defense Army officer’s question had implications; he intended to indicate that they’re aware of their connections.

He Runxian glanced at him and coldly replied, "No such thing; it hasn’t happened before, and it won’t happen after."

The officer’s face instantly turned pale, "Impossible, we have evidence to prove..."

"No evidence," He Runxian answered seriously. At this moment, he finally understood why the Broker Mister despised being monitored, "Pioneer Bank won’t move here!"