Big Data Cultivation

Feng Jun did not complain about the Pioneer Bank because of the many monitors; obviously, an arms deal...is not suitable to place on Yi Ju Star.

Conducting the transaction in outer space is the norm, as it can evade too many eyes and ears.

Feng Jun simulated the situation again and found that each day, for about one-sixth of the time, the location where the satellite stores goods falls in a monitor blind spot. This should be the reason why the Pioneer Bank can unload the goods there.

In space, the Human Race’s monitors are indeed numerous. If he cannot effectively evade this surveillance, it would mean he is not a qualified broker. Therefore, the Pioneer Bank’s choice to trade here also tests his ability.

Feng Jun understood their intention and did not get angry about it. This is a perfectly normal mentality; even on Earth, when cooperating on a large project, both parties will certainly evaluate the capability of their collaborator.

He considered himself not too harsh, and could perfectly accept a moderate probe. However, he could not tolerate actions that might lead to unfavorable consequences.

While Feng Jun was pondering, a faint sense of unease suddenly struck him. His body instantly disappeared, and through traces, he appeared on the Human Planet in the Dumbbell Star System, then used Divine Sense to remote-sense the area.

As expected, as soon as he left, several monitors made subtle rotations... It seemed someone had noticed something and was now adjusting their viewing angle, trying to capture something.

Was it the doing of the Pioneer Bank? A thought emerged in Feng Jun’s mind, but the next moment, he shook his head. The bank’s people... probably wouldn’t extend their hand into planetary defense, would they?

In fact, even if the other party truly had such power, it would also be their capability; the surveillance is openly placed there, which does not count as a sneaky move.

However, with these sudden changes, Feng Jun needed to carefully scrutinize the trajectory of the monitors again.

This time, he did not use extrapolation but adopted observation methods. After two full days, he identified a new route to retrieve the goods.

By this time, the Pioneer Bank had already contacted He Runxian again, urging him to say, we have already placed the goods, please extract them as soon as possible; the frontline is severely lacking in supplies.

He Runxian, where could he contact Feng Jun? Even if he could reach him, he wouldn’t be so obedient; he just faintly stated, these people have their own methods of doing things, I wouldn’t dare to risk my life to urge them.

Feng Jun identified the route right, and after half a day of waiting, when the opportune moment came, he flew towards the satellite with his physical body.

This time he calculated precisely; it took him a day to reach the satellite where he found the goods placed by the Pioneer Bank.

He wouldn’t have known if he hadn’t come; upon reaching the satellite, he discovered that this star, eight times the size of the moon, surprisingly harbored several hidden warehouses. There were food and water, escape pods, weapons, ammunition, and even energy blocks... all sorts of supplies.

Feng Jun somewhat understood why there are so many monitors here; this place should be a material supply station outside the planet. Although the supplies are not abundant, they are life-saving when truly needed.

The Pioneer Bank’s storage location had a thick camouflage layer, and the space inside was immensely large, enough not only to store all the goods easily but seemingly also accommodating a large transport ship without issues.

No wonder these people could transport goods so quickly; there was indeed a reason.

In fact, Feng Jun found traces of numerous cameras in the warehouse, though all their power had been shut down, ceasing any operation without exception.

Then he raised a hand, collected the goods, and with a flick of his body, disappeared without a trace.

The warehouse had gravity sensors, and once he collected the goods, the Pioneer Bank’s clients sensed it immediately.

Therefore they intensified the surveillance on that satellite—this monitoring came from the Human Race Urban Area and was doable by everyone, even if the other party was dissatisfied, there was nothing they could say.

However, just as expected, they did not observe any suspicious activity at that place; the large batch of goods simply vanished into thin air as if it had never existed.

The clients couldn’t help but take a sharp breath, "Sss, such incredible technology, luckily the Pioneer Bank was wise."

Having retrieved the goods, Feng Jun didn’t hurry back to the ongoing combat star system but went to the Insect World Gateway, took out the token of True Sage Diao Sou, indicating plans to open a second warfront ahead.

The True Immortal Elders of the two sects didn’t dare neglect and quickly contacted the guarding True Sage of Yuangang Sect to consult on what actions to take.

The True Sage of Yuangang certainly wouldn’t suspect Feng Jun of bluffing with leverage. However, the current manpower was truly stretched thin. They also very much understood the necessity of opening a second front and could only start assembling a team.

As a result, Feng Jun received notification that he would need to wait ten days to half a month.

Feng Jun had no intent to idle around; he went to the Big Planet, took out a Regimental Warship system for research.

The Cultivators were quite dismissive of this world’s technology, but previously, they had only heard of it. Now seeing the actual components, many people, out of curiosity, came forward to examine it closely.

Yan Yuxi, seeing this, couldn’t help but remind Feng Jun, "The old fisherman said that weapons from this world couldn’t be taken away, you should be careful."

"I know," Feng Jun nodded with a smile, "I brought over this set of things to facilitate your fishing."

He did have this intention. Initially, when he was probing with He Runxian, he was just thinking about bringing the arms back to Earth.

No matter what level of arms, bringing them in bulk back to Huaxia would not only accelerate the progress of reverse engineering through dismantling but also possess combat capability—in fact, having an entire regiment’s worth of equipment would be best.

However, he merely probed a little. Even if his understanding of this world isn’t comprehensive, he’s very aware of how sensitive an organized combat gear is.

But later, Xia Nichang and the others intended to fish, and the old fisherman agreed, while the Frontier Bank considered providing firearms. Feng Jun couldn’t help but think that using these warships during the fishing process would better confuse the Insect Race.

Funnily enough, the Frontier Bank couldn’t quickly provide brand new arms, which was just like giving a pillow to a sleepy person for Feng Jun—one set just right to bring back to Huaxia, another to leave to the cultivators of Tianqin.

Yan Yuxi hadn’t reacted to Feng Jun’s meaning, but Xia Nichang understood. Her eyes instantly lit up, "This is good, if Human Federation warships appear, even if discovered by the Insect Race, it won’t matter... using Human Race warships for fishing is also good."

"So you guys need to learn a little," Feng Jun nodded with a smile, "especially the disciples of the two sects, more people will arrive quickly, consisting of many cultivators at the Dust Removal stage."

This is not his intention, but rather the decision made by the two sects—since the battlefield is to be opened near the Big Planet, forcing these Golden Core cultivators to mine is somewhat of an underutilization of their combat prowess.

So, after Feng Jun provided detailed information, the two sects decided to send a large number of Dust Removal disciples over—currently they are using mining equipment to extract energy stones, and what Golden Core cultivators can do, Dust Removal cultivators can too, with similar efficiency.

Of course, the environment here is pretty bad, especially the gravity, which is quite unfriendly to Dust Removal stage cultivators, but it’s entirely overcome-able, and high and low temperatures... Dust Removal cultivators can basically withstand.

As for safety issues... these objectively exist, but since True Immortals and Golden Cores are going to the other side’s territory for confrontation, that would attract some attention, and as long as good covert measures are in place on the Big Planet, the chances of issues arising are not high.

In fact, the elders of the two sects believe, "The humans in this world don’t have cultivation level, yet they dare to mine under the Insect Race’s watch; there’s no reason for cultivators to be inferior to mortals."

In short, risk objectively exists but is largely controllable, and crucially, to accelerate the exploration of the Insect World, some risks are indeed worth taking.

Everyone understood Feng Jun’s meaning, and Yue Qing couldn’t help but state, "Can’t the warship piloting be done by Dust Removal disciples?"

To put it bluntly, he still wants to rely on cultivation level to charge and kill; piloting warships seems a bit cowardly to him.

Master Yue is proud but also wary, that pride runs deep in his bones; he doesn’t look down on Human Race technology, he simply feels acting in such a manner contradicts his true nature.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun shook his head, "This isn’t just my opinion; the elders of the two sects believe that if the ship explodes in outer space, the risk to Dust Removal disciples increases greatly. They think that although cultivators should be fiercely forging ahead, there is no need to take unnecessary risks."

Yue Qing snorted softly and mumbled under his breath, "A bit overly cautious."

Daring to criticize even the True Immortal elder’s decision, truly worthy of Master Yue.

Anyway, after Feng Jun released this information, most Golden Cores during rest no longer sat in meditation but instead rushed to learn warship piloting knowledge, time flew by swiftly.

Feng Jun helped them engrave obsidian for three days, finally producing several copies of the relevant language knowledge, and then he stated, these aren’t given for free; after translating the warship’s related knowledge, you must make several versions for me.

Everyone expressed that it’s not a problem, and then Feng Jun’s figure flickered, and he went to Xingzheng Star.

At this time, the Frontier Bank was already restless; four days passed, and the mysterious broker still hadn’t shown up, and He Runxian actually also expressed that he couldn’t contact the other party—could it really be a problem?

That day, Feng Jun finally contacted He Runxian, "The Frontier Bank’s goods have been transported over, where to place them?"

"Just put them here for me, still that stockyard," He Runxian replied very straightforwardly, "I’ve already arranged with the bank, anyway, they don’t have any decent stockyard, and they agreed, so I can take a cut."

Thus that evening, the dome of warehouse number three was shut again, and nearing nightfall, it started raining from above.

The Military Intelligence Department constantly had people secretly monitoring Hesheng, and upon noticing that they reactivated the stockyard dome, they knew that something was about to happen, so they dispatched dozens of very nimble "hummingbird" drones.

But they really didn’t expect it to start raining after nightfall, leaving them a bit stunned, "Is this really... a meteorological weapon?"

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