Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 70: Who is Trying to Mess with Him?

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Feng Jun really had some tricks up his sleeve when it came to deceiving people.

He stopped discussing cultivation techniques and changed the topic, “So, do you know of any cultivation resources nearby?”

Seeing that he didn’t directly answer, Lang Zhen knew that the other party didn’t want to commit to the matter, but he didn’t feel disappointed.

Guiding others in cultivation was no small matter; one shouldn’t make hasty decisions anyway, and Feng’s reaction was pretty normal.

In fact, the fact that the other party didn’t turn hostile or scold him right away was already a sign of considerable goodwill.

However, regarding Feng Jun’s question, he was still somewhat puzzled, and could only shake his head, “Resources, are you talking about spiritual objects?” How would I know about any resources? Feng Jun snorted internally, but his expression remained unchanged, “Are there any spirit stones?”

“Spirit stones?” Lang Zhen’s face was filled with confusion. To be honest, he had been confused more times today than he had been in the past year combined, “What are those?”

Feng Jun was already accustomed to his state, so he very straightforwardly tried another term, “Or perhaps… Immortal Stones?”

Lang Zhen continued to be baffled, “Immortal Stones… what are those?

Although, I have heard people mention ‘immortal emissaries’.”

Feng Jun scratched his head in frustration, then took out a cigarette and lit it, “Then… energy stones? Immortal treasures? Spirit Crystals? Immortal Crystals?”

He temporarily couldn’t get hold of any cultivation techniques, but he knew getting anxious was useless, so he decided to settle for the next best thing, to see if he could get some spirit stones.

He had been entering and leaving his space more frequently recently and found this to be incredibly convenient. However, the lengthy charging process was driving him insane. He hoped to obtain a few spirit stones, as converting these into energy points was really fast and convenient.

If he managed to have an abundance of energy points, he could go in whenever he wanted, come out whenever he wished, in and out, out and in…

Why does this thought feel a bit dirty?

“Immortal Crystals,” Lang Zhen murmured softly, his eyes lighting up, “So the spirit stones you’re talking about are Immortal Crystals?”

Upon hearing that, Feng Jun perked up, “Really, have you seen them?”

No,” Lang Zhen shook his head decisively, “Those are resources used by cultivators, how could I have seen them? I’ve only heard people mention them.”

Feng Jun’s eyes rolled around, “Then, what color did they say these Immortal Crystals were?”

“How would I know that,” Lang Zhen said with a wry smile, shaking his head. Then he ventured to ask tentatively, “The spirit stones you’re talking about… what color are they?”

“If you don’t know, then forgetit,” Feng Jun waved his hand dismissively, speaking indifferently.

As for the color of spirit stones, he completely ignored the question. A cultivator should maintain the deportment of a cultivator.

As expected, Lang Zhen’s mouth moved, but in the end, he didn’t dare to continue asking.

In any case, for Feng Jun, tonight’s gains were substantial. He not only found out that Lone Wolf was a motormouth and a joker, but he was also delighted to learn that this plane indeed had cultivators.

At the end of the hour of Yin, which is around four in the morning, dawn was breaking, and the people from the three villages were already up, quickly getting ready to take advantage of the cool early morning to hastily set out. Because Small Lake Village had Doctor Feng’s large two-wheeled cart, they moved a bit slower. Pushing a motorbike on these dirt roads was genuinely challenging; it wasn’t even as fast as those who carried goods with a carrying pole.

Of course, the motorbike was very heavy, and Feng Jun had loaded it with too many items, which was quite significant.

However, after walking forty or fifty miles, the advantages of having a vehicle became apparent. The people from Small Lake Village could put their belongings on the cart and then take turns pushing the motorbike while the others could walk empty-handed.

Only Jia Xingwang, who had a grudge against Feng Jun, preferred to carry a basket rather than take advantage of the convenience offered.

When it was nearing noon, and the sun became increasingly scorching, Shuangxi Town was just ahead.

Everyone put in a bit more effort and finally reached the town.

The town was really small, basically two streets forming a cross, with the busiest area around the crossroads.

The place for the market wasn’t at the crossroads but on a large flat piece of land on the southern side of the town, next to the road.

This flat land was about a hundred acres in size, with an even surface, and there was a row of big trees with thick trunks in the middle, which provided shelter from wind and rain, as well as shade from the sun.

Tomorrow was the market day; those who arrived early today could first occupy a spot in the shade of the trees.

Feng Jun also wanted to secure a cool spot because he was particularly averse to heat. But seeing how fiercely everyone was vying for shade, he simply found an area without much shade, set up a stand to erect a shaded canopy, and then put up a camp bed.

He had barely sat on the camp bed for half a minute when he saw Lang Zhen strolling over, leisurely as ever.

He casually nodded at Feng Jun, “Seeing you set up like this, are you planning to set up a stall too?”

“Yes,” Feng Jun responded with a smile, nodding, “Since I’ve come to the market, I definitely want to try settingup a stall. It’s a rare experience.”

What he meant was that now he had come to this plane, he wanted to enjoy the pleasure of running a stall.

But Lang Zhen obviously misunderstood and nodded slightly, “That’s true, it’s all part of the experience. You have to try everything… What are you planning to sell?”

After thinking for a moment, Feng Jun answered, “How about selling lighters?”

“That item is a bit too luxurious for Shuangxi Town,” Lang Zhen commented, “In fact, it’s not much better than flint. Ordinary households don’t need to spend big money on it, and it’s a pity to sell it cheap, better change to another kind of goods… I think chocolate would be good.”

Chocolate is also a luxury, but it has a unique taste with no substitute. Shuangxi Town might not have many wealthy people, but that’s just a low proportion. In absolute numbers, there are still quite a few, and with chocolate being so delicious, it is bound to sell well.

However, Feng Jun frowned and replied, “It’s too hot, the chocolate will melt.”

After thinking it over, he decided to change the item, “How about I sell cigarettes instead?”

That evening, the market became more crowded, with some already starting to do business. There were those selling herbal tea and also street snacks, creating a lively and noisy atmosphere.

Younger Sister Lang brought Younger Brother Lang, and the two siblings were weaving through the crowd, occasionally stopping to talk to people.

Feng Jun didn’t even need to look to guess that the siblings were definitely promoting Spirit Green Bamboo Shoots among the crowd—the good stuff couldn’t be simply displayed at a stall for sale. It had to be through private contact, to first gather a few potential buyers with the intent to purchase.

At this moment, Lang Zhen looked the part of the esteemed figure once again. He sat on a portable bed, quietly smoking a pipe. The glowing ember on the pipe flickered in brightness, casting reflections on his expressionless face.

Around the hour of Hai, which is after nine o’clock at night, over a dozen men entered the market. Leading the group were two constables, followed by a bunch of strong men, each with a certain ruffian air about them, obviously no good at first glance.

After glancing around, the constables’ eyes lit up when they saw Feng Jun and they walked straight towards him.

Feng Jun didn’t need to think twice; with that kind of approach, it was clear these men were here to make trouble.

The way people did things in this space really lacked subtlety; the two constables didn’t bother with deception or beating around the bush with anyone else and went straight to the point.

Approaching Feng Jun, one of the towering constables spoke out loudly, “Where are you from, and what’s your business here?”

Feng Jun flashed a grin, “I’m just passing through. I heard there’s a big market here tomorrow, so I came to take a look.”

“Passing through?” The towering constable scrutinized him before stretching out his hand with a voice that resonated like a bell, “You look suspiciously like a thief’s scout with that strange appearance… Showyour identity proof!”

Where would Feng Jun have any identity proof? However, having spent some time in Small Lake Village, he had his gains, so he replied nonchalantly, “I’m not setting up a stall. Why would I need identity proof?”

In this realm, the management was much laxer than in the Earth Realm. Identity proof was indeed important, but if you weren’t engaged in certain significant affairs, it didn’t matter whether you had an identity or not. Otherwise, there would not be so many unregistered or runaway households.

Just like in Small Lake Village, many people still do not have identities, but that does not prevent them from coming to the market. They just don’t set up stalls —after all, the Official Government is entitled to investigate your identity if you run a stall.

For instance, Younger Sister Lang was able to kill a middle-aged man without any hesitation—if everyone’s identity were registered and their whereabouts clear, how could she dare to kill so casually?

However, even though what Feng Jun said made sense to everyone, these men who came looking for him certainly had their reasons.

The muscular constable sneered, “Oh, who told you we can’t check identities if you don’t have a stall? Are you the constable, or am I?”

Another man, standing with his arms crossed, glared and spoke with a menacing tone, “Boy, the Official Government is searching for runaway households, who cares if you’re not settingup a stall!”

The statement was… correct, of course. Runaway households can be searched at any time, which is politically correct.

But to come directly to him and then talk about searching for runaways, there was a clear intention behind it.

“Brother Hu, Brother Hu,” someone called out from a distance, and then ran over. It was none other than Second Master Ding.

He greeted one of the men with a cupped fist salute and said with a smile, “Brother Hu, this is Doctor Feng, who saved my son’s life. I am willing to vouch for him, so there’s no need to check, right?”

Second Master Ding had mentioned he knew some friends in town, and he wasn’t just boasting.

Brother Hu was a stocky man who looked Second Master Ding up and down and asked with a frown, “Who are you?”

Second Master Ding widened his eyes in anger, “I’m Second Master Ding of Small Lake Village… Brother Hu, when you were thrown off your horse, didn’t I…”

“Oh, I remember now,” Brother Hu interrupted, spreading his hands, “Old Second, you know I’m just a plain man; I can’t help you with this… Let me explain this to you.”

He pulled Second Master Ding aside before whispering, “Someone’s trying to mess with him, talking to me is useless. Besides… isn’t Doctor Feng’s outfit way too weird?”

His complaint actually had some merit—if Feng Jun hadn’t been dressed so oddly, perhaps he could have intervened on Feng’s behalf.

Hearing this, Second Master Ding’s face turned dark, “Who’s trying to mess with him?”

(First update, second update at nine o’clock tonight, please click, recommend and collect.)