Big Data Cultivation

He Runxian opposed so fiercely primarily because he believed that producing military goods during wartime and still qualifying to receive military orders after the war are two different concepts.

In a life-and-death war, various taboos and limits can be broken, but once it’s post-war... "Frontier Stars should not overly participate in military production," do you really think this unwritten rule came out of nowhere?

However, He Huiqing believed that you were absolutely right, anything goes during wartime, so... when it truly comes to the final stage, do you think relying on the Hesheng brand will safeguard those few energy stones?

Since the worst-case scenario is forced requisition, why not be proactive and win a good reputation?

The heated argument was because there was a slight difference in their underlying perspectives.

Both were thinking of Hesheng’s interests, but He Runxian, who was responsible for production, mainly considered the survival of the base, whereas He Huiqing, already the head of Hesheng on the Native Star, had nowhere further to advance and letting time pass until retirement was certainly fine, achieving something more could potentially take him a step further.

In the end, neither could persuade the other, so they decided to first negotiate a one-million-ton order, and as for the future... take one step at a time.

After Feng Jun paid the deposit, he entered outer space again to seek the Fisherman, and incidentally, to understand the latest war situation.

Because the Insect Race had increased their forces, within ten million miles there were over four hundred Nascent Soul-stage entities, with individual destructive power increased, and their numbers also significantly enhanced; now the Insect Race launched a comprehensive assault, and in various local battlefields, the situation was unfavorable for the Human Race.

Even though reinforcements from the Human Race were rushing in continually, the Insect Race was erupting, attacking regardless of casualties; the Humans were still quite passive, luckily, with more than fifty Human Nascent Souls stirring the pot, although the Federation troops were retreating step by step, they had not yet suffered an overwhelming defeat.

Precisely because of this, the speculation about the mysterious "Super Gene Warriors" became more and more rampant.

The Fisherman True Sage briefly introduced the battle situation, finally stating: it appears that there are no signs of a counterattack from the Human Race—if you want to fight back, you need at least a sign of a stalemate, right?

Currently, the battle consists of Human fleets being chased and scattered everywhere; if it weren’t for the Insect Race not fully committing to all-out attacks, they might have already taken Xingzheng Star.

The Fisherman couldn’t help but proudly think, "I estimate the Insect Race also heard about the Super Gene Warriors, otherwise I can’t figure out why they hold back at this moment."

Feng Jun felt a bit of slight disappointment, "It seems the war will continue for some time yet."

"I’m afraid it’s not just a question of a short time," the Fisherman gently shook his head, "My intuition tells me this battle may see repeating cycles... what did you come looking for me for?"

He had been on the battlefield for over half a year, always sneaking around, yet he didn’t feel bored at all, which was rare.

However, as Feng Jun thought about it, cultivators at the Emergence Stage have lifespans of six thousand years; a battle lasting ten years or so is normal. A fight of just over half a year indeed seems trivial.

Therefore, he reported the matter of procuring mining equipment all over again — the crucial point being that after this transaction is completed, the machinery for the two factions’ real persons should be on par, perhaps it’s time to consider adding more manpower.

Of course, he meant not only reminding the other party but also indicating that the quota of one hundred people on his side was insufficient.

"Then just increase it slightly," the Fisherman said nonchalantly, "I’ll give you fifty more slots... by the way, when you go to the Big Planet later, bring some energy stones to the entrance of the passage there, the expansion is quite fast, and energy stones are in high demand there."

A few days later, Feng Jun went to the Dumbbell Star System to pick up goods; the place was still in that valley, but to his surprise, some of the cargo boxes emitted extremely weak radiation signals.

Then he scanned a thousand miles around the area, discovered three groups of people, each group with two to three members, tinkering with some instruments—the nearest group was only twenty kilometers away, hiding in an underground hidden chamber, equipped with numerous passive surveillance devices.

Checking their identities, Feng Jun felt a bit helpless; there were security companies and detective agencies involved, clearly employed by someone.

However, among the people in the farthest group, there was a somewhat notable person, a vice president of a private equity fund.

Seeing the identity of this person, Feng Jun could confirm the relevant suspicions, so he stealthily approached and knocked out all three groups, injected them with tranquilizers, and collected them all into the Spirit Beast Bag.

Then he proceeded to inspect the cargo, and sure enough, those emitting weak signals were the goods of Pioneering Bank.

Pioneering Bank had numerous containers; not every box had a signal, but Feng Jun found this unforgivable, as Hesheng Headquarters’ provided goods never had such phenomena.

It should be noted that Hesheng Headquarters procured a lot of medical equipment, many diagnostic machines used radioactive elements, but Hesheng sealed those radioactive sources very tightly, preventing any radiation from escaping.

Originally, he should have directly confronted the Pioneering Bank on Xingzheng Star, but considering the time needed for transporting goods, he simply packed away the goods prepared by Hesheng and disappeared—he did not touch the goods of Pioneering Bank at all.

Then he took the goods to White Pebble Beach, where now the real persons registered had exceeded one hundred and twenty, and there were six registered True Immortals—all vouched by others.

It seems everyone is quite impatient to enter the Insect World.

Feng Jun selected around ten people he was familiar with, while others were simply chosen by drawing lots—the most primitive way.

In total, he chose seventy-five True Sages and three True Immortals, filling all available slots. He then led everyone to the Big Planet, where he set down both people and equipment.

Since there were more people on his side again, both families still managed to split the equipment evenly. However, after settling things, he keenly noted an issue—there were still a few True Immortals missing.

He had asked about this problem before and didn’t want to inquire again, but he memorized this unusual occurrence.

He then requested energy stones dug up by the two sects, saying he needed to return to the passageway to help them transport the goods back, as there was a shortage over there. The two sects’ True Sages immediately handed over the ores, with none willing to accompany him back—they were very pleased with their mining.

This situation is unimaginable in the Earth Realm; billions of tons of energy stones handed over without a second thought, yet on the Tianqin Plane, it did happen—because everyone trusted Feng Jun wouldn’t cheat.

If fraud occurred on the Earth Realm, the severest consequence would be a judicial sentence, and many such offenders are never caught.

But on the morally focused Tianqin Plane, any fraud exposed at least leads to social death.

Considering cultivators’ penchant for swift revenge, perpetrators have a high chance of being physically obliterated—the key is nobody wants to stick their neck out on behalf of unethical actions.

Thus, Feng Jun brought these ores to the passageway entrance and handed them separately to the head Elders of both sects, while stating that True Sage Diaoso’s intention was to send another hundred True Sages there.

This time, the two sects’ True Sages increased a bit, and while the explored Insect World is growing bigger, requiring more manpower, the two sects also gathered more True Sages—some arrived after completing missions, others came after arranging their affairs.

Interestingly enough, this group of a hundred included some other True Sages—not just from other five sects, but even those from the Way of Talisman, Formation Path, Artifact Refining Path, and even Sentiment Path.

Feng Jun confirmed and found both sects knew the true identities of these True Sages, after he exposed many spies last time, a heavy blow to their faces. Certainly, they wouldn’t make similar mistakes again—for spies, repeating mistakes is impossible.

Since you all don’t mind, then neither do I, Feng Jun led the group to the Big Planet and directly flashed to Xingzheng Star—the occupants on the Big Planet were used to his busyness, nobody cared.

Feng Jun arrived at Xingzheng Star, discovering the battle was still intensely fierce, with the production base facing attacks from two directions of the Insect Race.

Thankfully, the attack strength was moderate, and the production base had strong defenses. As night fell and the Insect Race gradually disengaged, the base’s mechas even took the initiative to launch a wave of counterattack.

Of course, this counterattack was symbolic, Feng Jun understood very well.

But the action indeed indicated the base’s capability to launch a counterattack, intimidating the Insect Race.

The counterattack seemed a bit of a farce, but still resulted in the destruction of two mechas, with four severely damaged.

For severely and lightly injured mechas, let’s not mention them for now. In the destroyed two mechas, a warrior perished and another was severely injured—if there were no accidents, both his legs below the thighs would be lost.

This symbolic counterattack led to such severe losses, yet this is war.

Feng Jun saw all this clearly, even analyzing both sides’ intentions thoroughly, but he didn’t indulge in too many feelings, instead directly contacting He Runxian—even though the base’s crisis wasn’t entirely resolved.

"Is Lao He here? I’ve brought food and medicine."

"Damn, you finally arrived," He Runxian couldn’t help but curse, "I almost thought you had pocketed my goods and fled."

"Watch your language," Feng Jun snorted, "can’t I take some time on the road?"

"But this time, the delay was a bit long, right?" He Runxian had dealt with him long enough not to be easily intimidated, "Our battlefield here is tense and supplies are running low, yet we couldn’t contact you no matter what. I was anxious."

"Stop spouting nonsense," Feng Jun snorted indifferently, "I haven’t even taken the Explorer Bank’s goods, so I refuse to believe you didn’t know this...if I really wanted to trick you, would I not take their goods?"

He Runxian indeed knew this—there’s no way he didn’t.

Currently, many in the Dumbbell Star System say the Explorer Bank aims to forge ties with the He family but failed, ending up as a joke.

Knowing the ins and outs, He Runxian couldn’t help but ask, "With so many goods transported, why didn’t you transport the Explorer Bank’s? They feel I’m targeting them; thus, I had to step up myself."