Big Data Cultivation

Unchangeable? He Runxian, having received Feng Jun’s authorization, also became noticeably resolute and let out a cold laugh.

"Don’t talk to me about that. It doesn’t matter if you provoke me, but there are some people you cannot afford to provoke, understand?"

President Bell was very annoyed by his attitude. After all, he was a banker, a dominating force in the market.

In comparison, He Runxian was far inferior—those engaged in industry are inherently one step below those in finance.

Bell wasn’t much older, only two years senior to He Runxian, and was accustomed to flattery, unable to tolerate dissent from a nobody.

Failing to come to terms with He Runxian, he approached He Huiqing: Lao He, does your nephew have some issue with me?

Can you help resolve it? If you’re not in a position to handle this, should I mention it to the Hesheng Headquarters?

He Huiqing was well aware of the situation, and he too disliked President Bell’s demeanor, half sarcastically remarking, "If you find him unreliable, then just don’t use him... I don’t think that guy is very reliable either."

After hanging up the phone, President Bell’s expression fluctuated for a long while before he finally snorted coldly, "Using me as a stepping stone? Heh, even a stone can cause a fall."

He forgot that while he was haggling over the bank’s face, many people were lacking medicine and couldn’t even afford nutritional agents.

Feng Jun seized this free time and went to the Void. This time he stayed outside the Void for six months, which was five years within the Void, leaving many unable to endure any longer.

The corrosion of the Void on the body was one issue; loneliness was another. Despite being True Immortals, even they needed some adjustments after closing themselves off for years.

The key rule set by Feng Jun was to return from the Void after three years, but now it has been five years, causing everyone to have restless thoughts.

Upon re-entering the Void, Feng Jun busied himself for several days, saying little else... Contacting Luan Xiong True Sage was necessary, wasn’t it?

However, Luan Xiong did not let Feng Jun wait long, returning after eight days—initially searching for treasure in the Void, and then continuously scouting for Void Stone deposits.

Without interacting with an Emergence True Sage, one could hardly grasp the extent of a True Sage’s power. In five years, Luan Xiong True Sage explored an area covering ten billion miles in radius, centered around the Broken Stone Zone.

Is ten billion miles far? Not really, it’s merely as far as five Earths to the Sun.

A fisherman took Feng Jun two hundred million miles away to the Dumbbell Star System, which, traveling at full speed, took only a day.

Yet in the Void, covering such distances was a remarkable feat; with limited light penetration and restricted divine sense perception, reaching a million or two miles would be exceptional for an Emergence Stage Divine Sense.

Under such conditions, Luan Xiong True Sage’s ability to sweep a radius of over ten billion miles was truly extraordinary.

Keep in mind, exploration requires a return journey, doubling the route, while also capturing various opportunities along the way—those fleeting opportunities are living chances, and if missed, they are gone, whereas maps can be drawn anytime. What choices need stating?

Moreover, even as a True Sage, the Void still had its eroding effect, and although his body could foster a full-scale burst in an effort to traverse it, everyone came to the Void... to treasure hunt!

Of course, investment and returns must be considered, and even an Emergence True Sage cannot frivolously waste Spiritual Energy.

Yet Luan Xiong True Sage did not waste any Spiritual Energy, having discovered seven Broken Stone Zones in total–two similar to this one, one twice as strong, and another more than ten times stronger.

There were three Broken Stone Zones slightly smaller than this one, but zones worthy of True Sage designation couldn’t be too small, right?

The found Broken Stone Zones were to be split in half, which was Luan Xiong True Sage’s promise to Feng Jun. Of course, he could have underreported the numbers, but once he did, if Feng Jun discovered the zone later, it wouldn’t involve the Jinwu Sect—it was something you missed and I found.

Hence, for Luan Xiong True Sage, underreporting wasn’t an option; he was eager to report more, but unfortunately, he only discovered a handful, spending most of his time either capturing opportunities or aimlessly drifting through the Void.

Some minor opportunities existed, of course, but importantly... a dignified True Sage couldn’t afford to present trivial finds.

Upon Luan Xiong True Sage’s return, Feng Jun still didn’t leave the Void—being led around by the True Sage to tour the additional seven Broken Stone Zones, engaging in discussions on how they should be divided—after all, they agreed to a split.

So, by the time he led everyone out of the Void Realm, fifteen more days had passed in total, adding up to over twenty days. Outside, that equated to merely two days.

Taking the group to Tianqin, Feng Jun’s sense of security increased again; at least the Plane Annihilation Force could now be utilized. However, the downside was: if the Bidirectional Gate needed time synchronization on both sides, he would have to alternate overnight stays.

That was rather tangential. Following that, Feng Jun collected commissions, which took nearly a day.

The reason it took such a short time was because he wasn’t overly meticulous—such matters simply required a general correctness.

Next, he transported people in batches to their respective territories, eventually returning with a few to White Pebble Beach.

Then, the gambling stalls around White Pebble Beach became prosperous again.

All these operations took about four days, and Feng Jun rested for another day.

In the Insect World, He Runxian was waiting almost until he exploded with anger—he had never imagined that days would be so hard to endure.

On the sixth day, Feng Jun appeared around Hesheng again, only to be stunned to find the Insect Race crazily attacking Zuo Jing.

At this time, he didn’t want to contact Yi Jue and the others—they were in the peak hunting season, why bother them?

So he took out the radio again and listened for about half a day.

The radio had bad news, such as where defenses were lost, or how many people lost contact, but most of it was good news, like the military believed that since reinforcements were increasing, this should be the last wave of attacks from the Insect Race.

This is the most critical moment; as long as everyone can hold on, the day to break the blockade is not far, and the retreat of the Insect Race is expected.

Feng Jun was reminded of a saying: The path is winding, but the future is bright.

Just the day before yesterday, Hesheng’s production base was also attacked, but because the energy blocks were replenished, their firepower was ample, catching the Insect Race off guard and causing some casualties.

The Insect Race’s combat is not without tactics either; upon finding that the place was sparsely populated but heavily armed, and critically not even considered a suburb but rather a solitary hard bone... they decided to postpone it.

They postponed the attack, and Hesheng’s top executive He Huiqing stayed in Zuo Jing City, with envy turning his eyes blue, desperately wanting to retreat back to the base with his family.

However, this was impossible; firstly, there were swarms of Insect Race roaming the roads, making travel very unsafe.

Secondly, his villa had strong defensive firepower and had become a small node in the city’s defense circle, the City Defense Army wouldn’t allow them to abandon the position, and the military even offered real assistance in defense.

Amidst frustration, He Huiqing thankfully told He Runxian that fortunately, some food and energy blocks were replenished, otherwise they’d really feel insecure.

After understanding the situation, Feng Jun then contacted He Runxian again, inquiring how much equipment could be produced this month.

He Runxian reported a number of 150 units of tunnel-type mining equipment and 60 units for open-air mining.

Feng Jun expressed that he would take all of these goods himself, suspend other orders for now, and asked if there were any other requirements.

He Runxian didn’t feel surprised; even for a large mine, so much equipment should be enough, but he told Feng Jun that he hoped to further transport a batch of food and medicine.

Previously, he was afraid of angering brokers and was shy to request this, but now he has a reason, doesn’t he? "This wave of attacks from the Insect Race is fierce. Besides energy blocks, we also need to urgently stockpile other materials."

Feng Jun laughed, "Haven’t you heard? This is the last wave of attacks from the Insect Race."

"Haha, that’s the official propaganda, just listen but don’t take it seriously," He Runxian replied indifferently but suddenly paused, "Do you have some insider news?"

I have no insider news, Feng Jun laughed, "No, I’m just reminding you there’s such a saying, if you stockpile so many materials at high prices and don’t need them, don’t blame me."

Indeed, it’s high-price stockpiling; even though shipping costs nothing, the Dumbbell Star System is only over two billion kilometers away, and if this system is lost, Dumbbell Star System will become the frontline.

It’s fierce fighting here, and prices in the Dumbbell Star System have risen sharply as well; Hesheng Headquarters is collecting supplies there and will definitely encounter opponents hoarding goods, it’s almost impossible to buy things at normal prices.

The headquarters is wholeheartedly saving people, not considering this issue, they’ve even thought of donating some to the local government and military, which is indeed commendable.

He Runxian also knew this, and upon hearing it, he hesitated before gritting his teeth, "Having grain in hand makes one feel secure, it’s just expensive grain, which is better than starving people, right?"

"If that’s your decision, I don’t care," Feng Jun answered lightly, "By the way, remember to set up a production line for me."

"Rest assured," He Runxian casually replied, "Bell said he’s already prepared the production line for you."

"Bell... that Development Bank Regional President?" Feng Jun thought about it and finally remembered, "That guy wanted to see me before discussing transportation? I have no time for him."

"He’s not insisting anymore," He Runxian laughed at these words, "He was so arrogant before, but once the Insect Race attacked, he got frightened and asked me if there’s a way out... he’d pay a billion Federation coins for you to transport him out."

A billion Federation coins is not a small amount; Xingzheng Star is a Frontier Star, known for high wages in the Human Federation, with an average salary barely over three thousand, and Capital Star’s average salary below four thousand.

So a billion Federation coins feels like three or four billion Huaxia yuan on Earth Realm.