Big Data Cultivation

Beauty Lin finally turned to stone.

In the past, when you were unhappy, you would buy an island abroad to express it. Now, you’ve stepped up to wanting to buy land on alien planets.

However, it’s not a question of whether she should believe it, but rather she needs to consider... Is alien real estate really that cheap?

Feng Jun brought too much alien technology, most of which is still in the early stages of being deciphered, but there have been some gains in certain areas. Regardless, it has led to considerable advancements for Guojia.

Beauty Lin didn’t dare to delay and reported the situation immediately.

The higher-ups were quite surprised upon hearing the news, "Well, others are immigrating abroad, he’s going to immigrate to another planet?"

Beauty Lin was also quite frustrated, "My suggestion last time to allocate real estate was clearly a good gesture, but some people insisted on interfering and criticizing the matter in the rural villages. Now see... the gesture is going to fall through."

"Speak properly, don’t be sarcastic," the person on the other end remained relatively calm, "How likely do you think he is to buy land on another planet?"

How am I supposed to know the likelihood? Beauty Lin would never speak carelessly, "I’m just reporting what he tends to do, and I’m not the decision-maker, so I won’t speak casually and affect your judgment."

"You’re not finished yet?" The person on the other end was also annoyed by her attitude, "Don’t you have his personality profile?"

"I do have a personality profile, but I’ve reported it," Beauty Lin was about to lose her temper too, "My opinion isn’t important, but if I must say something... would he be able to bring back an alien spaceship if he had no capability?"

"Xiao Lin, don’t act impulsively. Who knows what’s going on over there?" The people on the other end spoke sluggishly, "Alright, the situation you reported is important, we’ll discuss it immediately, and you should keep following up."

After hanging up the phone, Beauty Lin couldn’t help but roll her eyes, "This is really..."

The next day, experts from a medical university who had visited before came back. Not long after, Director Yang emerged from the manor and handed them a USB drive, speaking seriously, "You have two days to decide and find a place; after that, I won’t entertain you."

"Thank you, Director Yang," the leading expert nodded repeatedly and then asked, "Time is tight, can we stay in the Cultural Town for research?"

Yang Yuxin nodded, "You can stay, but there will be no discount on expenses."

The expert’s face slightly heated up... How long has it been since someone spoke to him like this?

Nonetheless, he could only smile and nod, "Alright, please arrange for a vacation villa, as we need privacy if we’re going to stay."

Accommodation here is incredibly expensive, and vacation villas are outrageously priced, but... spending a bit more might help build rapport.

However, at this moment, someone came to ruin things, "What’s in the USB stick? We have a responsibility to check."

The expert became irate upon hearing this, "You have clearance, I have clearance too, don’t go too far!"

But Beauty Lin remained expressionless, "Luohua is my area of responsibility. It’s not that I’m being unreasonable, but please cooperate with my work, so as not to make things difficult for me."

"Alright, it’s not that serious," Yang Yuxin coughed lightly, "It’s information on the production line for the white cell proliferation inducer. We’re having them analyze how long until it can start production."

"The production line for... white cell proliferation inducer?" Beauty Lin thought for a moment, then realized what it was, and she was shocked again, "Production line... you can provide this?"

"Got a hold of one," Yang Yuxin said without fear, "But the medical and health regulations are strict here. If we go by the processes, who knows when it can start production, so we’re considering supplying through special channels first."

"Director Yang, please say less," the expert clasped his hands together in a plea, "If this continues, we might not be able to keep the project."

Beauty Lin blinked, "Is it really production line information?"

Yang Yuxin was not afraid of her, waved his hand and spoke indifferently, "If I say it is, then it certainly is. Would it be worth it for me to lie to you?"

Those words hit hard, but Beauty Lin really dared not act out.

Turning around, she went to make another phone call, "Chief Executive, Boss Feng managed to obtain a production line for a white cell proliferation inducer, yet people are doubting that he can’t gain a foothold on another planet. I am really speechless about this. We must seize the opportunity... we can’t let it be wasted!"

The Chief Executive, who oversees her work, was dazed for a good while before suspiciously asking, "Medicine... production line? Brought back from another planet?"

Their conversation couldn’t escape Feng Jun’s notice, but Feng Jun had no interest in paying attention. He was busy translating other technological materials—even with Li Shishi and Gu Jiahui’s help, the amount of material he acquired was just too overwhelming.

Can the scientific knowledge that could overwhelm the Human Race of the Earth Realm be scarce?

Two days later, Zhang Caixin returned through the Bidirectional Gate, saying that the emerging period cultivators at White Pebble Beach had been screened and could be considered to be sent to the Insect World.

Feng Jun went to take a look and found that people were indeed ready, especially to his surprise: more than half of the three hundred cultivators were family practitioners. "Master Xiaomeng, why are there so many family practitioners this time?"

Now his cultivation level is comparable to that of Master Xiaomeng, and she can no longer act superior. "Mountain Master Feng, Friend Mei wants others to obey commands and even take an oath, but some disciples from the Four Sects and Wutai feel that this may not be appropriate..."

Ultimately, Mei Yeyu is a family practitioner and only at the mere Golden Core First Layer, and the Mei Family is not considered a large clan, so others feel this person lacks weight.

The disciples from the Four Sects and Wutai have always been proud. If Feng Jun were the one asking everyone to take an oath, no one would likely feel displeased, but Mei Yeyu’s weight really falls short.

These people also understand that Mei Yeyu is selecting on behalf of Feng Jun, so they dare not protest, but... can’t I just not sign up?

And Mei Yeyu went even further: Aren’t there enough sect disciples? Then I welcome family practitioners to register.

Xiaomeng thinks he is being inappropriate, but Feng Jun indeed emphasized discipline, so she is unable to stop it, and she could only answer Feng Jun honestly when he asked.

Feng Jun heard this and shook his head helplessly, "Arguments are everywhere; there is not a single calm person."

He said this, but he didn’t pay much attention; where there are people, there are conflicts. Although Mei Yeyu recruited too many clan members, he strictly adhered to Feng Jun’s intentions. The Insect World is fraught with dangers, and if disobedient people go there, trouble will ensue.

So he sent the people to the Big Planet and returned to the Earth Realm, quietly alternating between the two places overnight.

In the following ten or so days, he mainly stayed in the Earth Realm, only going to White Pebble Beach at night to kill time. Even when someone needed to deduce things over there, Liu Yiyi or Gu Jiahui would report to him through the Bidirectional Gate.

He rarely had such peaceful moments and occasionally felt like a big boss quietly hidden in the small world, while the Bidirectional Gate was the entryway.

On this day, his translation work finally came to an end, and calculating the time, the mastery of warships on the Big Planet should have a certain degree of control, so he got up and went through the Bidirectional Gate into Kunhao.

Not long after he entered Kunhao, Yang Yuxin also arrived at the Bidirectional Gate, "Sister Hong, has the boss gone to the other side again?"

"Yes," Sister Hong lazily nodded, "but I think he might be gone for a while. Do you have something to discuss?"

She was quite bored guarding the Bidirectional Gate, but fortunately, Feng Jun occasionally treated her, so she had some understanding of his schedule and habits.

"It’s about the production line," Yang Yuxin replied seriously, "They plan to start work tomorrow and hope he can go and guide them."

"Didn’t he already give them the materials?" Sister Hong also knew about this matter, and she lazily replied, "If they can’t copycat things, maybe they should just take back the production line."

"That’s not what I mean," Yang Yuxin quickly shook her head, "They just feel uncertain, plus, when starting work, isn’t it appropriate to invite the leadership to be present?"

"Phew, more formalities," Sister Hong disdainfully snorted, "Can’t they focus on work?"

"They also want to focus on work," Yang Yuxin sighed, well-aware of this situation, "But whether we want to go is one thing, whether they invite us is another; I’ve encountered this too many times... They don’t dare not invite."

"The result is, I’m annoyed, and they’re annoyed!"

Sister Hong was speechless for a long time before she finally said, "Wait and hope there’s a time halt over there for him."

She wasn’t wrong; when Feng Jun arrived at the Big Planet, he found a group of cultivators practicing warship cooperation.

Cultivators have strong divine senses and learn things quickly, but cooperation with space battleships is not something that can be mastered overnight. Moreover, there is no shortage of energy stones on the Big Planet, so after mastering the related knowledge, everyone started practical drills.

Feng Jun, seeing warships flying all over the sky, furrowed his brow and asked the Yuangang True Immortal beside him, "With such a disturbance, won’t it attract the Insect Race?"

"There are fellow path mates on guard," another true immortal from the Artifact Refining Path replied in a deep voice, referring to other true immortals.

Feng Jun paused in surprise, then shook his head with a smile, "I thought everyone resented Human Race technology, but it seems they cannot escape the fate of ’it really is good after all’."

"They indeed resent it," the Yuangang True Immortal shook his head, nonchalantly replying.

He didn’t understand what "it really is good after all" meant, but he understood the tone, so he couldn’t help but defend, "The attempt at cooperation now is merely to better pretend... After all, many emerging cultivators are needed here for mining."

"So that’s how it is," Feng Jun finally understood why everyone was so diligently practicing, "It turns out they have some great responsibilities... I wonder how much longer they need to practice?"

"The coordination and reaction here among the Human Race are really cumbersome," the true immortal from the Artifact Refining Path shook his head, looking dissatisfied, "Much more complicated than our cultivator battle formations and needs more practice, in short... the Human Race here is too weak."