Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 2123 - 2125: Nipping Trouble in the Bud

Feng Jun had just negotiated stipulations with the True Immortal from Taixu, one included: To protect the aura of fellow cultivators, any cultivator with a Core Formation success rate less than sixty percent is forbidden to attempt Core Formation at White Pebble Beach.

The one with fifty-eight percent is very aware of his own situation. If he were to attempt Core Formation away from White Pebble Beach, the odds would scarcely reach thirty percent, even after following Feng Jun’s prescribed adjustments.

He had previously sought others to project his Core Formation, and the probabilities never exceeded two and a half. In recent years, they have fallen below two percent.

He is not someone who fears death and understands the great terror in the realm between life and death. He once attempted Core Formation, but when reaching this step his intuition frantically warned him: making this move would result in certain death!

Now he finally has a fifty-eight percent chance, yet the opponent actually... refuses to let him form his core here!

He actually just heard about the related matters; at that time, he didn’t think Feng Jun’s demands were excessive, considering the importance of maintaining fellow cultivators’ aura.

But when it comes to himself, in disappointment, he can’t help but complain: this sixty percent line is a bit high. I think fifty or fifty-five would adequately protect fellow cultivators’ aura.

Of course, no matter what he thinks inside, he does not show it on his face. As a disciple of a renowned sect, he naturally has dignity from that position, but anyone could see the disappointment in his eyes.

After Feng Jun finished speaking, he no longer paid any attention to him, as there was no need to. Rules are rules, and he doesn’t want to see disappointed looks.

Yet in the eyes of others, this reaction appeared as indifference towards life.

Hence, he also stopped looking at Feng Jun and instead cast a pleading glance towards True Immortal Wu Xiu.

True Immortal Wu Xiu furrowed his brow slightly and decided to toughen up before speaking, "Mountain Master Feng, can we publicly state that Yuan Hong’s core formation possibility is sixty percent? Rounding up... it’s roughly correct."

Feng Jun furrowed his brow, "Having someone who handles projections lie... how is this different from a storeroom keeper stealing?"

Then he glanced at Yuan Hong, "Yuan... what is your relation to your uncle Master Tuantuan?" 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

He didn’t intend to show courtesy to Master Yuan but figured if there is indeed a connection, he should more firmly reject, fearing not even a promotion of Master Tuantuan to True Immortal will cause him trouble.

True Immortal Wu Xiu felt uneasy under this pressure, but fortunately, he’s not one for playing mind games, understanding not to offend Feng Jun, and straightforwardly replied, "He has no relation to my uncle but once saved Elder Mo Heng’s young child."

Feng Jun didn’t know who Elder Mo Heng is, but being an elder in the top seven sect, at least determined to be Nascent Soul Eighth Layer. So, he furrowed his brows, "Why doesn’t Elder Mo Heng speak directly?"

True Immortal Wu Xiu hesitated for a moment before answering, "An elder’s favor is significant, but the elder’s son has also formed a Nascent Soul, if Yuan Hong is willing, True Immortal Ming Shu might make a trip to White Pebble Beach."

"No need," Feng Jun waved his hand. Two True Immortals at this one sect indeed exerted some pressure, but who hasn’t encountered pressure? "Rules are rules, him coming does no good."

"Wait a minute," True Immortal Wu Xiu interrupted, "I heard you have a rule where if you persuade others to agree, exceptions can be made?"

Feng Jun indeed has such a rule, but he estimates that the face of an upper sect True Immortal would certainly be sold by other sects, and even the Qinggang Sect, seriously opposed to Taiqing, probably wouldn’t object.

However, if this were the case, the management of White Pebble Beach becomes troublesome. If other sects acquiesce to Taixu Sect’s face, how can Taixu Sect reject when needing exceptions themselves?

Gradually, the seven top sects would gain control of the discourse on "exceptions." How much of a threat that poses Feng Jun is hard to say, being the one handling projections. He can leave if frustrated, but it greatly affects others.

Most crucially, he’s worried about the seven sect forces forming alliances, something he absolutely doesn’t wish to see. Should the seven top sects reach a unified understanding, his own situation becomes perilously dangerous.

Therefore, he waved his hand and straightforwardly indicated, "I require this of the secret clan forces, but the seven top sects can’t operate this way."

True Immortal Wu Xiu blinked his eyes, furrowing his brow to inquire, "Why is that?"

"No reason," Feng Jun shook his head. He didn’t want to explain his concern about a Monopoly Alliance, knowing the opponent could not comprehend. Even if understood, might become more interested in doing it.

"Since it is a rule, it cannot change overnight, and moreover, this is White Pebble Beach; only I can change the rules here!"

True Immortal Wu Xiu’s mind is somewhat slow, otherwise, as a supreme True Immortal, he wouldn’t have been reprimanded by Master Tuantuan like that. Confused, he asked, "I’m merely requesting an exception, not advocating to change the rules."

"It’s my decision whether an exception should be made," Feng Jun responded displeased.

In the next moment, he realized his words might be slightly rash in front of a True Immortal, so he proceeded to offer further explanation.

"Originally, it was the subordinate sects of your Seven Sect Alliance that proposed this sixty percent requirement, which I agreed to out of respect for you. Now, you want to make an exception. I’m puzzled, who exactly is the master of White Pebble Beach?"

Immortal Wu Xiu was momentarily at a loss for words; by this account, the Seven Sect Alliance was indeed somewhat overstepping.

However, another pinnacle of the Leaving Dust stage would not agree. He suddenly stood up, "Uncle-Master Wu Xiu, although White Pebble Beach is not a large place, its arrogance is immense. Since I am not welcome here, I won’t be forming my core here!"

This person had a high probability of forming his core, over eighty percent. He could not tolerate Feng Jun’s insult to a fellow disciple. As a proud disciple of the Seven Sect Alliance, his reaction was quite normal.

Feng Jun’s face instantly fell. Just as he was about to speak, Immortal Wu Xiu acted faster, raising a hand to immobilize the disciple and sternly saying, "We are speaking, do you get to interrupt?"

Then he looked at Feng Jun, apologetically, "I’m sorry, my disciples have always been a bit spoiled. I apologize to you."

He understood well how difficult Feng Jun could be, and without mentioning anything else, Yi Jue was currently in the manor, so he very straightforwardly apologized.

Yet Feng Jun sneered, "If apologies were sufficient, what’s the need for the Enforcement Hall? Although I am not part of the Seven Sect Alliance, you should be clearer than I am about the consequences of offending a superior, Immortal Wu Xiu?"

Immortal Wu Xiu knew he was difficult to deal with, but he didn’t expect that even after he had personally apologized, the other party was still unforgiving. He could only offer another bitter smile and explanation, "Didn’t I already take action? Mountain Master Feng, we know each other well... he’s ultimately still young, let this pass."

"The problem is, I am also very young, not even fifty," Feng Jun replied coldly, "Is he younger than I am?"

The other disciples were stunned upon hearing this; a Golden Core First Layer... not yet fifty years old?

Disciples of the Alliance generally have high regard for themselves. Even if they are only in the Leaving Dust stage, they may not hold Golden Core Masters outside of the Seven Sect Alliance in high esteem. Like this immobilized disciple, clearly already instructed to avoid provoking Feng Jun, but he still spoke out impulsively in anger.

His behavior could be seen as defending the dignity of his fellow disciples, but it can be certain that, if Feng Jun were a master from within the Seven Sect Alliance, he would have thought twice before speaking.

However, no matter how high their self-regard, disciples of the Alliance would still show respect to extraordinary talents. A Golden Core First Layer under fifty years old—could even Immortal Yi Jue achieve that?

Although they could be sure Feng Jun hadn’t experienced any particularly harsh battles, allowing him smooth cultivation progress, there are many who progress smoothly, but who can form a core before fifty?

Moreover, learning deduction is also highly time-consuming. Yet this deduction master is actually under fifty, who would believe it?

Feng Jun reported his age—a rather conservative one at that—and numerous disciples of the Taixu Sect fell silent. Though proud, in front of such a prodigy, their pride seemed ridiculous. Besides their sect identity, what else could they boast of?

Some still wanted to speak up in support of their fellow disciples, but currently, they could only hold back.

Immortal Wu Xiu was not known for his patience. Seeing that Feng Jun remained unforgiving, he couldn’t help but frown slightly, "What do you propose then? I’ve already restrained him, do you still want to kill him?"

Feng Jun shook his head with a mix of laughter and exasperation, "I’m not that petty. Since you’ve apologized for his offense, I won’t pursue it further. But since he decided not to form his core at White Pebble Beach, I hope he leaves today, so he gets what he asked for."

He wasn’t sure if Immortal Wu Xiu would plead for leniency for a disciple of the Taixu Sect, but he intended to block that possibility.

Immortal Wu Xiu was momentarily surprised, then chuckled, "I was wondering what you were thinking; so that’s it. Let me tell you ... it’s unnecessary. My disciples of the Taixu Sect are nothing if not steadfast. If they say they won’t form a core here, they absolutely won’t go back on their word."

"That’s great then," Feng Jun said with a laugh, slightly provoked by Immortal Wu Xiu’s words, calling the offense "steadfast."

He scanned the room with a smile, "Disciples of the Taixu Sect seem quite principled. Is there anyone else who doesn’t want to form their core here?"

Several disciples of the Taixu Sect had their expressions change immediately upon hearing this: such provocation... unbearable.

Before they could react, Immortal Wu Xiu unleashed his Nascent Soul pressure, not towards Feng Jun but to bear down on the disciples of the Taixu Sect. He declared coldly, "I’m speaking with Mountain Master Feng, none of you interrupt, or you will face the sect regulations!"

Then, he rolled his eyes at Feng Jun, "Mountain Master Feng, do you truly dislike our Taixu Sect so much?"

"There’s no like or dislike," Feng Jun responded with a smile, "I just want to see the resolve of the disciples of the Taixu Sect; I’m a big fan of steadfast cultivators."

Immortal Wu Xiu gave him a helpless look, "I know my previous actions were improper. You can take it out on me. Why take it out on the small cultivators at the Leaving Dust stage? This doesn’t suit your elevated status."

"They were the ones who offended me first, so how is it taking it out on them?" Feng Jun’s expression turned serious, "I just find it odd; as guests, you come to the host’s place, yet expect me to do this and that. Who gave you the confidence ... that you can handle me?"