Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 128: Shocking Cultivation Speed (Three Updates for Monthly Pass)

Seeing Lang Zhen and Deng Lao Er so troubled, Feng Jun laughed, “Wait, I’ll go get you some silver coins.”

He went into the house, and when he came out again, his hand was holding a woven bag filled with a whole thousand silver coins.

Upon opening the woven bag and seeing the neatly stacked silver coins, Deng Lao Er was stupefied, “Where did these silver coins come from?”

In the past days, he had been with Feng Jun “all the time,” even going to exchange gold leaves for silver coins, and he couldn’t understand where the other party had gotten the silver coins from.

However, Lang Zhen guessed something—Feng Jun did have a Storage Bag, after all, a Cultivator’s item.

Previously Mr. Feng didn’t use the Storage Bag, as it was said to waste immortal energy, but now he must be really tight on funds to use it.

Feng Jun then went back into the room and brought out two more bags of silver coins, “A total of three thousand coins, that should be enough for a while, store the collected jade in another room, and don’t disturb me for now.”

As he was about to leave again, Deng Lao Er couldn’t help but spoke up, “How come these silver coins… are all brand new?”

“Alright, Lao Er,” Lang Zhen spoke up, “What’s with all the questions? Who could be making fakes anyway?”

Deng Lao Er’s mouth moved but he didn’t say anything, though inside he was very unconvinced—how could silver coins not be counterfeited?

Indeed, many clans in this plane were privately minting silver coins, making huge profits by mixing in impurities and cutting corners.

Feng Jun caught on to his suspicion and casually laughed, “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course we trust you,” Lang Zhen immediately laughed and smoothed things over, “If we don’t trust anyone else, we still trust you.”

What a joke, would a Cultivator make fake silver coins? That’s completely absurd.

If they had free time, why not do something else? Even if, by a million to one chance, a Cultivator with too much free time started privately minting silver coins for profit, with their abilities, how easy would it be to purify silver? Intentionally adding impurities would in fact be more trouble.

He was speaking with gusto when Deng Lao Er’s eyes suddenly widened, pointing at Feng Jun with a stunned open mouth.

His body shook, “You, you, you… you, you, you…”

“Lao Er, what are you doing?” Lang Zhen frowned, not pleased, “Mind your manners, will you? Divine Doctor is your master!”

But Deng Lao Er was full of shock, and his finger still pointed at Feng Jun, not lowering.

Just now, he got a stare from the other party, and he noticed something that scared him terribly.

Deng Lao Er mustered up his courage for a long time before asking boldly, “Divine Doctor, have you advanced to martial master?”

This was absolutely terrifying—he remembered clearly that although Divine Doctor was physically strong, he never showed any aura of a martial artist, and even Lone Wolf had said that Boss Feng had never cultivated before.

After so many days of contact, Deng Lao Er was absolutely sure that Feng Jun was just an ordinary person—at least he was until a stick of incense ago.

But after staying in the room for a while, when he came back out, he exuded a powerful presence, the aura of a martial master, and Deng Lao Er was really terrified— he had seen rapid advancement before, but never this rapid!

When Lang Zhen heard this, he too was taken aback and looked carefully at Feng Jun, “When… when did you start cultivating?”

Feng Jun stroked his chin, pondered for a while, then answered, “Just now… Wasn’t I inside the room for a bit?”

“That’s impossible!” Deng Lao Er jumped up, exclaimed loudly, “You hadn’t cultivated at all before!”

“That’s right,” Feng Jun nodded, looking at him strangely, “I always said, I had never cultivated.”

Hearing this, Deng Lao Er was about to explode; he asked incredulously, “So you mean to tell me, that you, a person who has never cultivated before, became a martial master in the time it takes to burn a stick of incense?”

This was simply too ludicrous! He couldn’t possibly believe this claim—how could becoming a martial master be so easy?

He had been cultivating for over ten years, barely affording the necessary pills, and with guidance from his father who was a martial master himself, he was now only a high – rank martial warrior, still a long distance from reaching the martial master level.

“Yes,” Fengjun nodded, seemingly perplexed, “Is it that difficult? I found it quite easy.”

“I’m done!” Deng Lao Er raised his hand and slapped his forehead hard, totally speechless.

Someone had cultivated for the duration of a stick of incense and surpassed his ten years of effort—how was he to accept this?

He sulked for quite a while before he asked again cautiously, “Might I ask, Divine Doctor, what Cultivation Technique did you practice?”

“Alright,” Lang Zhen grunted, “Lone Wolf, as men who live by the sword, we must know what to avoid. Besides, you already know Boss Feng is the Divine Doctor. Isn’t it normal for him to have some unique secret techniques?”

He had already returned to normal, after all, he had witnessed the Divine Doctor cure his own plague in the time it takes to pee.

Elder Deng looked at him suspiciously, “Brother Wolf, do you believe what the Divine Doctor said?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” Lang Zhen rolled his eyes—while he might not unconditionally believe in any Divine Doctor, when this one also happened to be a Cultivator, he felt anything could be normal, “Otherwise, why would he be called the Divine Doctor?”

Elder Deng looked at him in shock for a long while before tentatively asking, “Brother Wolf, are you hiding something from me?”

“Hiding something from you?” Lang Zhen looked at him irritably, “Let’s lay it all out… You’re already living on the edge, just protect the Clan well. What’s the use of prying so much?”

Elder Deng rolled his eyes, thinking to himself that upon encountering such a situation, how could he not inquire? Perhaps, you, Lone Wolf, knows the inside story.

At that moment, Feng Jun saw a group of people approaching from a distance and called out to the two, then walked back to the thatched cottage and shut the door.

Sitting on a stool, he took out the Zhongxia Mobile Phone from his pocket, swiped the screen and looked at the apps on it.

Unfortunately, this phone did not have bullfighting live streaming, but that didn’t matter. He thought for a moment and opened WeChat.

Feng Jun’s WeChat contacts weren’t many, only a little over a hundred. He originally wanted to find some beautiful scenery, but accidentally, he saw the ID “Close Sister Hong.”

It’s you then, he opened Close Sister Hong’s profile, opened her Moments, and tapped with his left hand.

He had no choice, as for entering WeChat space, this was the only operation he was good at so far.

However, he was not confident whether he could actually enter WeChat space here; he considered it a test.

Fortunately, he did enter the space and easily found Sister Hong’s mobile camera, turning on the camera.

He hoped Sister Hong wasn’t rolling in the sheets with someone at that moment—an absurd thought suddenly popped into his head.

Thankfully, Sister Hong was facing her phone, poking at it with her fingers, and it was unclear what she was doing.

It was already deep autumn in Zhengyang, and ordinary people would be wearing jackets, but Sister Hong was indoors.

She wore a white, lace-trimmed half-sleeved top, with her face alternately smiling and frowning, and occasionally her eyes would widen as if deep in thought.

Feng Jun watched for five or six minutes, wanting to continue watching but felt a bit unethical, so he flipped the phone over in his hand and was about to put it down.

Unexpectedly, when he flipped the phone, he saw the other side—two delicate and long legs resting on a mahogany tea table.

So this was the correct way to use the back camera!

This was the first time Feng Jun could blatantly gaze at Sister Hong’s legs.

Feng Jun struggled with his monkey mind for a while before exiting Sister Hong’s WeChat space.

Looking at the time on the phone, only about ten minutes had passed, and with a slight nod of his head, he logged out of the Cultivation Plane. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in modern society.

Of course, before leaving, Fengjun did not forget to bring over twenty or so pieces of jade.

The first thing he did was to check the phone connected to the power bank and found that only about ten minutes had passed on this phone too.

But the phone he had taken into the space had nearly half an hour gone by.

This meant that the phone inside the Cultivation Space earnestly recorded time, and since he had entered a second space through this phone while spying on Sister Hong’s camera, it kept counting minutes.

However, the phone in the real world only recorded time when he was spying; otherwise, the time stood still.

From this test, Feng Jun understood many rules, and most importantly, he realized that the mobile space could accumulate entries, and in the Cultivation Space, he could enter other spaces for a second time.

The second most important was his guess about the timeline; it turned out that even if he entered the mobile space, the outside world’s time did not necessarily have to stop—it all depended on whether he wanted the time to continue flowing outside.

Third came as a pleasant surprise—as in the Cultivation Plane, even without a signal or WIFI, he could observe some activities in the real world. Isn’t that a huge BUG?

As for this phenomenon, the literature monk racked his brain but couldn’t explain it, and ultimately resignedly thought: Just consider it the author’s setting.

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