Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 388: 388: Formation Arises (First Update, celebrating Yín Méng F?ng~)

Chapter 388: Chapter 388: Formation Arises (First Update, celebrating Yín Méng F?ng~)

It’s not the martial cultivator’s cultivation level I want to know about! Feng Jun realized what the other party meant.

The efficacy of Qi Dissipating Powder on martial cultivators and cultivators, they differ? He didn’t know if this assertion was correct or not.

So he wanted to ask, “Even if I’m affected by Qi Dissipating Powder, what should I do to maintain my martial cultivator’s cultivation level while my cultivation level is falling?”

But this question… he couldn’t ask! He couldn’t show interest in this matter.

Therefore he shook his head slightly, appearing indifferent, “I’m not familiar with Qi Dissipating Powder, I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“You don’t need to know,” the middle-aged man gave him a “you know what I mean” look and said with a smile, “You just need to know that some suspect you don’t even have the combat strength of an innate expert. If you and I really fought, other than Magistrate Han, there would be others who’d be happy.”

Feng Jun looked at him and said seriously, “So you’re deliberately provoking me to fight?”

You talk as if only I have a bad attitude! The middle-aged man replied resentfully, “But I’ve already admitted defeat.”

Feng Jun gave him a cold glance. If I hadn’t threatened to expose your identity and used your family against you, would you have admitted defeat?

However, since both were innate experts and among the very top of the Secular World, being too petty over such minor matters also seemed beneath their dignity. So he nodded, “Fine then, you can leave now. Remember to apologize to those you threatened.”

“Apologize?” The middle-aged man looked at him with surprise, laughing a little as he said, “Master Feng, I’m an innate like you, also from Shi Feng Mountain. He offended me, and I let it go only because I respect you.”

Where does this unwarranted sense of superiority come from? Feng Jun looked at him dispassionately, “So what if you’re a master?”

The middle-aged man was once again at a loss for words. After all, the one before him could possibly be an immortal.

He offered a sheepish smile, “If they were under your command, I would indeed greet them. But they aren’t. Master Feng, it’s not that I insist on my own pride, but I see issues with those two as well.”

“They’re on my territory, speaking out for justice,” Feng Jun looked at him coldly, “In fact, I’ve given you quite a bit of face already.”

The middle-aged man spoke gravely, “People who understand the significance of the name ‘Shi Feng Mountain’ are rare. They not only revealed my origin but also provoked me… Could it be that some people are trying to drag you into trouble?”

“Hmm?” Feng Jun blinked, feeling that the other person also made some sense.

His insistence on an apology was just a matter of pride, to maintain face. If because of this, he let others set the pace, he would feel even more uncomfortable—nobody likes being used by others.

After a moment of contemplation, he nodded slightly, “Alright, I accept your point. But after all the shouting, letting you leave just like that makes me uncomfortable… How would you advise me, master?”

As an innate expert, the middle-aged man also cared greatly about face. Hearing this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, “How about this? I’ll keep an eye out for anyone targeting you. Is that agreeable to you?”

Feng Jun glanced at him, nodding with a half-smile, “Alright, then it’s settled.”

He spoke with indifference, not really expecting the man to bring any news. Simply dampening the Family Alliance’s spirits was enough, as even the Official Government were not good characters.

Of course, if the man kept his word and actually managed to get some information, that would be a welcome surprise.

In fact, after the man from Shi Feng Mountain left, Feng Jun had pondered whether to send someone to probe and see how the ‘justly outspoken’ individuals would react.

But in the end, he gave up on the idea. What if they truly were well-intentioned? Wouldn’t he be wronging them?

These days, you really can’t trust everything people say. As long as he was aware and didn’t forget to be cautious, that was enough.

Really, it boiled down to his confidence in himself. He believed he could handle many unforeseen situations, and there was no need to be suspicious of everyone.

But now, it was really time to begin cultivation.

Feng Jun returned to Luohua Manor. Between two hills, he chose a spot of about a hundred square meters of flat land.

This place had many rocks, as well as plenty of grass and shrubs. There really weren’t many large trees around.

Then he got busy. He had a cement area of over twenty square meters flattened out, placing a stone table and six stone stools in the middle, with several long stone benches around it.

He didn’t explain the purpose, but to others, it seemed like a spot to rest temporarily, a pity there was no pavilion built to offer shelter from the rain.

This kind of project was quite simple, but it still took four or five days. During this time, Feng Jun had already surveyed the surrounding terrain and identified the twenty-seven base points for the Heaven-Swallowing Formation.

In the following time, he placed twenty-seven Spirit Stones one by one in their positions. To prevent others from noticing anything unusual, he camouflaged the stones very cleverly, some even buried in the soil, leaving only a small top exposed.

After setting up everything, Feng Jun checked over his work and was very satisfied with his handiwork.

The points were chosen wisely, the formation was ingeniously arranged, and… it was sufficiently secretive.

The twenty-seven Spirit Stones, still in the process of condensation, he had cut open the outer layer to ensure that the spiritual energy could be released. Then he made stone caps to ensure that normally, the spiritual energy wouldn’t leak out.

Having completed all of this, he took over half a month, and Zhengyang was beginning to enter summer.

The construction of the perimeter wall had reached the final stages, and the road work was nearly complete. However, because the cost of the wall was far lower than anticipated, Feng Jun tasked for the transformation of the irrigation channel, so that the water from the mountain could more efficiently water the trees.

As for the place where he intended to cultivate, it hardly required any work at all. There were no major changes needed around it.

To avoid drawing attention, Feng Jun decided he would start his cultivation on a rainy day.

Regrettably, the heavens really didn’t show him any favor, as after he had set up the formation, there was no rain in Zhengyang for half a month, with barely any overcast days at all.

This stretch of fine weather significantly sped up the construction, since it was taking place in the wild; even working at night was not an issue.

Finally, one evening, large clouds began to form in the sky, and a mountain wind started to blow.

Feng Jun checked the weather forecast, which said that the rain would start at three in the morning, and luckily, it would continue for seven to eight days or even… half a month.

After dinner, he told everyone that he needed to take a walk and possibly… would not return for a while. Everyone was to carry on with their tasks.

However, sadly, after a whole night had passed, the sun surprisingly came out the next morning. Although it couldn’t be said that there was not a cloud in the sky, there were… very few clouds.

With no rain for more than a month, a significant drought had developed in Zhengyang, which rapidly intensified and spread.

Baixing Town, being near a large river yet situated at a higher altitude, also had its drought worsen.

Everyone had thought that they would get a thorough and timely rain this time. The town even began to gather manpower, preparing to initiate flood prevention measures, but the meteorological bureau played them again.

Outside the gate of Luohua Manor, where the incense usually had faded, that morning saw people arriving with incense burners once again.

In such uncertain times, panic spread easily. Initially, it was just a family of three who came to burn incense, but an hour later, there were already four groups doing so.

Another hour passed and over a hundred people had come to burn incense. Although there were only six incense tables, the incense burners scattered on the ground had exceeded twenty—Funiu was lacking in many things, but not in incense burners, as there was at least one in every household.

By noon… vendors had started selling long incense sticks and large bowls of tea; the number of people burning incense surpassed five hundred.

As time went on, someone brought a farm cart full of watermelons to sell, setting up two sun umbrellas for people to take shelter from the heat.

Those who had burned incense were mostly in no hurry to leave, instead finding a shady spot to chat and gossip with their neighbors.

“Praying here… Does it help? I always feel like there’s nothing supernatural about this place.”

“I don’t know, everyone else prays so I just follow along… Tomorrow I plan to pray to the Qing Shi Gong.”

“The Qing Stone from Shangcai Village? Isn’t that supposed to bring literary fortune? The Qing Stone God that ascends to heaven in a straight line, is it… appropriate to ask for rain from him?”

“Who cares, just pray to them all. Yesterday, I prayed to Guanyin for children. If it doesn’t rain soon, I’ll be at a loss this year.”

“Hey, what are you talking about? This Luohua Manor is really efficacious. Did you not hear about the King Crow inside?”

“Crows… Does King Crow have say over the rain? Isn’t he the one who controls fortunes and misfortunes?”

“What do you know, King Crow is the one who’s in charge of the rain, got it?”

“I may not be well-read, but don’t fool me. Those in charge of rain are Lord Lei, Mother Lightning, and Aunt Wind… At most, include Well Six Lang.”

“Knowing you’re not well-read, just listen—King Crow is Lord Lei… A bird beak and a pair of wings on his back, how is that not Lord Lei?”

“Cut the nonsense, Lord Lei is Thunderstrike Child, the hundredth son of King Wen. A pair of storm wings on his back, holding a gold staff…”

While they were arguing, dark clouds began to appear in the distance, gradually engulfing the sky.

By three in the afternoon, large raindrops began to fall on the ground, raising puffs of dust.

At that moment, Feng Jun sat crossed-legged at the stone table, finely attuned to the changes in humidity around him.

Before long, the rain intensified. Feng Jun began to channel his inner qi, forming an invisible umbrella of protection around himself.

However, the next moment, he realized something was amiss. Using his inner qi to stay dry might interfere with his absorption of spiritual energy, wouldn’t it?

So, he produced a sun umbrella and placed it in the hole at the center of the stone table.

After thinking it through, finding no other oversights, he sat down again cross-legged, casting spell after spell with practiced motions. Soon, the covers of twenty-seven spirit stones were pushed open, and streams of spiritual energy shot into the sky.

Despite the rain, the rising spiritual energy instantly caused some anomalies, attracting some insects that dared to fly through the rain.

Feng Jun ignored these happenings, sitting there calmly and methodically, casting a series of spells. Then he took a gentle breath, sinking his qi into his dantian, opening the gateway to heaven.

(Silver Meng Feng Peak~’s five-chapter update completed, 5/5, ah, now I can take a breather, calling out for monthly tickets during the double period.)