Big Data Cultivation

Feng Wenhui and Zhang Junyi may not have a very high cultural level, but since their son has created a natural village, they feel that naming it is very important, and it should have a profound meaning,

though in reality, it doesn’t have much to do with meaning; mainly, the couple feels that their son has had it too easy in the past few years.

Initially, they knew about Feng Jun and Zhang Yunzhen going to the South, and they knew even more when he left the South afterwards.

As parents, they wouldn’t inquire into the specifics, as it would be like rubbing salt in the wound, but they definitely know how prosperous their son is now—whether he cultivates or not, even Chao Gang visited specially to see him.

The couple can be sure their son has turned his luck around, but it’s precisely for this reason that they should know who to show reverence to, though it’s hard to say whom to thank, but one must be mindful in daily affairs.

They believe naming the village is a very serious matter.

Initially, they didn’t know about this, but the members of the natural village need to file their records, which involves more than just an ID card; it involves migrating their household registration and providing the front page of the household register.

Okay, actually, with Feng Jun’s status, it’s not necessary to provide the front page of the household register—he can process it even without a household registration, but Feng Jun doesn’t want to give others something to talk about over such a trivial matter.

Anyway, after the couple learned about it, they’ve been contemplating the village name, and Feng Wenhui even suggested spending money to hire a professional namer to ensure the name is appropriate.

In the end, it was Gazi who couldn’t stand it anymore, "Uncle, if we’re talking about the Five Elements, Liu Yao, Bagua... who do you think is better at this than Brother Jun?"

The couple realized he might be right; their son studied Chinese literature, so his traditional cultural knowledge shouldn’t be inferior to others, let alone now that he’s on the cultivation path. However, Feng Wenhui still secretly spent some money to hire someone to come up with a name; after all, they weren’t short of money.

The key point is that back when they named Feng Jun, the name was chosen by Zhang Junyi—taking the surname Feng and her "Jun" character.

Feng Wenhui has always been bitter about this—wasn’t this a breach of taboo?

But when he heard the name suggested by another, Feng Jun couldn’t help but complain, even though he was prepared and decided to respect his parents’ decision, "Juxian Village, what a mess... why does it remind me of You Tanzhi?"

"Yeah," Gazi also remarked foolishly, "Juxian Manor really doesn’t sound auspicious, might as well call it Valley of Villains."

"What?" Feng Jun was on the verge of exasperation, "If you can’t speak well, you might as well not speak; I think it should still be called Juxian Village."

Anyway, because of this minor issue, there was a dispute in Luohua for several days, and Feng Jun wasn’t in a hurry about the Insect World matter; he’d drop by when he had free time and wouldn’t come if he didn’t.

As a result, Hesheng was quite puzzled—how come this guy... comes sometimes and not others?

Actually, Feng Jun had gone twice, but noticed that He Runxian didn’t frequently initiate contact over the radio, which decreased his interest a lot—so I’m not the most needed person anymore? Then let it be.

He really wanted to let it be, but when the decision was finally made on the village name as "Wenxian Manor," he didn’t drop by for several days again.

This time, once he turned on the radio, the people from Hesheng started to fret, "Should we contact him?"

Feng Jun was also quite impatient, planning to stay on the radio for another seven or eight minutes this time and then leave—it’s not that he discovered any issues with Hesheng; he was just going through the motions to ease his mind.

Who would have thought, in the sixth minute, He Runxian called out, "Sir, are you still busy?"

"I’m not busy, just got back," Feng Jun answered casually, "What’s up?"

"We still want to transport a shipment," He Runxian spoke under scrutiny, "Can we sit down and talk?"

This phrase was a subtle warning; he had never thought of sitting down with Feng Jun before, but now he said it.

Sit down and talk? Feng Jun also keenly noticed something wrong with this statement; previously, He Runxian never made such a request, plus the lack of contact for so long feels a bit off.

So he coldly said, "If there’s something, speak directly; if not, I’m turning off the radio."

"There is something indeed," He Runxian replied, "We’ve got heavy production tasks recently, and we’ve applied for support with industrial workers from Hesheng Headquarters, and there happen to be quite a few people from the Ancestral Star among them; we’d like to ask you to help transport them over."

"Are you crazy?" Feng Jun immediately turned off the radio. Although he wanted to get a pharmaceutical production line, his relationship with He Runxian was merely a short-term wartime transaction. If he insisted on getting the production line, he wouldn’t hang himself on just this tree, right?

He hung up, and the underground command room was instantly confused; the short military man frowned and asked, "What does this mean... He Runxian?"

"I don’t know what it means," He Runxian shook his head, answering coldly, "Aren’t you capable? Go mess around all you want."

"Wasn’t this some kind of code phrase?" The short soldier sneered coldly, "Don’t play that with me; I’m quite familiar. I’m giving you a chance to salvage the situation... If you really miss it, don’t say I deliberately targeted your Hesheng."

He Runxian directly retorted, "Just say you’re targeting us at Hesheng, it’s all the same... Anyway, I don’t know anything!"

He said this because he was fearless.

Indeed, the Human Federation has been established for over six hundred years, with numerous rules and regulations, a bloated and inefficient system, and clear directives on what can and cannot be done, truly emphasizing hierarchy.

But Frontier Star is an exception; people say what they want—everyone’s uncertain if they’ll be alive tomorrow and you’re talking to me about unwritten rules?

The short person trembled with anger but couldn’t argue, "Have you considered the consequences?"

"If you hadn’t come with the name of the Federation Military Headquarters, do you believe I could finish you off right away?" He Runxian was truly enraged, "Hesheng Headquarters asked me to give you face, but that doesn’t mean you have face in front of me, is it so difficult to have a bit of awareness?"

The short person finally fell silent, although he was still muttering about "considering the bigger picture," but ultimately couldn’t hold back and said, "Activate inquiry mode handset."

This active mode... from the author’s point of view, it’s actually become a tragedy.

For those doing things on Xingzheng Star, activating inquiry mode on the handset... at least means a lot of people’s efforts were in vain.

Even worse, some weren’t even given the chance for their efforts to be in vain; after Feng Jun turned off the handset’s power, he threw it directly into his Storage Bag.

But the Big Boss couldn’t help but speak, "Feels a bit malicious."

"I’m used to it," Feng Jun indifferently replied, "I’m not Chinese currency... can’t make everyone like me."

He’s not interested in details because he doesn’t plan to deal with He Runxian anymore. Even if in the future he needs to purchase energy mining equipment, Hesheng is not the only option, and even if he has to work with Hesheng again, it won’t happen in the short term.

However, the Big Boss’s thoughts were very deep. It sensed for a while and stated, "Get closer to the base."

This request made Feng Jun puzzled, but without necessity, he didn’t want to dampen others’ spirits for no reason, so he advanced seventy to eighty miles towards the base, "Any closer and it wouldn’t be appropriate; there are some Insect Race squads."

These Insect Race squads aren’t very strong, mostly consisting of two or three Golden Cores with a lot of Out-of-Body and Qi Refinement individuals, mainly serving to obscure the battlefield and clean up Human Race squads. Although there are Human Race satellites over Xingzheng Star, such clean-up is necessary.

Feng Jun, if willing, could clear these Insect Race squads—even if operating alone was difficult, bringing a few Golden Cores or even Nascent Souls from White Pebble Beach would ensure it could be done discreetly.

It’s just that now the Human Federation has increased its investigation of cultivators, and he’s been warned by Ren Tu for releasing his Divine Sense, so he has no intention to stir trouble—since he’s supporting, he must recognize his strength.

However, getting this close was enough, and the Big Boss finally felt the internal situation of Hesheng, "Oh my, more than two hundred feet underground, shielded very well... It seems He Runxian is being watched by the military."

"Is that so?" Feng Jun became interested, "At this critical moment, they actually dare to do this... Do they not want supplies?"

Now intrigued, he naturally wanted to investigate further, so he found a way to get within about ten miles of the base.

It’s not that he couldn’t get closer, but getting any closer could risk being discovered by Hesheng.

Then he simply hid, silently sensing what was happening inside.

Soon after, the Big Boss sorted through the base’s entire information and drew a conclusion: after the last batch of supplies arrived, about five days later, the army sent a battalion-sized combat unit over, and afterwards, He Runxian went into the bunker with the military personnel.

This combat unit split half of its personnel to help defend the base, while the remaining half was responsible for armed transport of goods, and during this period, quite a bit of supplies were transported out, greatly alleviating Zuo Jing’s supply shortage.

They are currently discussing the formation of a stronger transport team because other cities heard that Zuo Jing has supplies and have requested aid, hoping for some assistance.

In fact, among the last 1.5 million tons of supplies, medicine and medical equipment accounted for nearly 500,000 tons, with the remaining 1 million tons of various foods distributed to Zuo Jing’s 6 million people, which was not particularly abundant, especially with a large portion of supplies still in the base.

However, other cities’ reactions are: this isn’t just a matter of food, but rather to bring confidence in the Human Race’s resistance.

Even if during ten days, there’s only one day with proper food instead of nutrition agents, it gives everyone strong confidence—at such difficult times, supplies for the Human Race can be transported over, showing the Federation still cares about everyone.

Feng Jun understands this logic, during war, confidence is indeed important, but what he doesn’t understand is: under such circumstances, shouldn’t they treat He Runxian, who controls the transportation channels, with more courtesy?

The military’s forceful intervention feels like they are too comfortable with their days.

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