Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 472 - : A Sprig of Xiao Xiang Grass

Chapter 472: Chapter 472: A Sprig of Xiao Xiang Grass

Feng Jun had cultivated with Wind for half the night, and not only did he sleep in, but when he got up, he went straight to the backyard.

After seeing the young girl leave on her own, he cultivated a little longer and didn’t come out until after ten.

When Yang Yuxin saw him emerge, she immediately came over to say that the bus was meant for you, but we’ll have to call another one to replace it, which will undoubtedly need some modifications. Could you let us stay for another week?

Feng Jun was indeed quite tempted by the bus. It was really convenient.

With his current financial capability, modifying such a bus was no pressure at all, but this one was ready to use.

After some thought, he asked with a smile, “Did Little Hui tell you something?”

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Yang Yuxin was taken aback and nodded honestly, “Yes, Little Hui said that your backyard is quite magical, no wonder it’s strictly by invitation.”

Feng Jun knew in his heart that those with superior physiques must be sensitive to spiritual energy.

After thinking it over, he said, “Alright, you and Little Hui can stay, but that niece of yours can’t.”

“Okay, thank you,” Yang Yuxin bowed deeply, “I will never forget your great kindness and grace.”

“If you can help me collect more Daoist materials, that would be the best way to thank me,” Feng Jun dismissed with a wave of his hand, “Just remember, don’t let this matter spread, otherwise I won’t be spared the trouble.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Yuxin immediately felt troubled. “I’ve made them sign confidentiality agreements, but… too many people know.”

It wasn’t just her husband’s nephew and her own niece who knew, but many medical personnel were aware of the situation too, making strict confidentiality impossible.

Feng Jun raised an eyebrow and irresponsibly said, “That’s your problem.”

He had no interest in discussing treatment terms anymore. Before, the reason he put on such a bold front was mainly to set a high threshold to avoid being disturbed by worldly affairs.

From this young girl named Gu Jiahui, he had observed the transformation from Jianggui Physique to Yimu Physique, which was worth his intervention. Although she didn’t know this, and he didn’t plan to explain, he wasn’t going to deny it either.

If Yang Yuxin could effectively keep the news under wraps, he wouldn’t insist on any other conditions.

Having said this, he went to the main building to have his meal.

Li Ting took her child out early in the morning with Xu Leigang’s family and didn’t return until evening.

She was surprised to find a new girl beside Yang Yuxin who was quite thin and looked a bit unhealthy, but resembled a younger version of Yang Yuxin, “Yuxin, is this… your daughter?”

“Ah, yes,” Yang Yuxin introduced with a smile, “Jia Hui, this is your Aunt Li… Gu Jiahui. She was brought over by her cousin today.”

Li Ting never thought that Yang Yuxin’s daughter would be on the bus because she never rode on it.

Honestly, given their relationship, if they met on the streets of the capital, they would merely nod at each other at most. This wasn’t just because they didn’t have much interaction in the past, but mainly because now everyone was in their own social circles.

It was only because they both had connections with the same person in Zhengyang that they communicated a bit more.

Without bringing any gifts, Li Ting directly gave Gu Jiahui a 10,000 yuan red envelope.

Then she subtly hinted to Yang Yuxin that since Little Hui wasn’t in good health, they might consider staying at Luohua Manor for a few more days, as its pristine environment would be beneficial for health.

Yang Yuxin certainly knew this place was good, but she was more curious about how Li Ting’s family got to stay in Luohua Manor—what did your family offer the master?

Li Ting hadn’t thought that much. With Minister Yuan’s awakening from a vegetative state being known by too many in the capital, she explained that the master was her father-in-law’s lifesaver.

As for how her whole family could stay in Luohua Manor, she casually remarked, “After my father-in-law woke up, he also expressed his gratitude to the master, and then… things just progressed from there.”

Yang Yuxin was very curious as to exactly what sort of gratitude Minister Yuan had shown—anything he could give, the Gu Family could afford too. The problem was that she had no idea what Feng Jun cared about.

But her eagerness betrayed her, allowing Li Ting to sense something was off.

The Yuan Family had given explosives, and Li Ting was already on alert. Sensing danger, she ambiguously bypassed the subject.

Not being foolish, Yang Yuxin gave up after two unsuccessful attempts.

However, Li Ting had become more vigilant and even told Gao Qiang that Yang Yuxin seemed to be inquiring about the master’s connections with the Yuan Family.

These days, Gao Qiang was tasked with guarding the small courtyard and the bamboo forest, and he was quite attentive to any abnormalities.

Feng Jun said he wanted to test him for three years, but Gao Qiang didn’t think he would fail the probation period. What he aimed for was to make a mark, to shorten the evaluation period.

So, he faithfully relayed the information to the master.

What puzzled him, however, was that the master simply nodded without any further reaction.

What could Feng Jun show? Yang Yuxin was simply seeking ways to please him.

Later that evening, Yang Yuxin’s niece left, and she and her daughter moved into the villa’s front building.

Gao Qiang felt a bit uneasy, thinking he might have done something wrong…

The next day brought more rain, and to Yang Yuxin and Gu Jiahui’s surprise, they found the backyard enshrouded in a layer of white mist.

Others, including the Yuan Family, were used to it and didn’t find it strange, but it was a shock to the mother and daughter.

Yang Yuxin cared a lot about appearances. No matter how curious she was, she wouldn’t ask Li Ting—after all, she had always been stronger than Li Ting, and if her own husband hadn’t died, he would have been stronger than Li Ting’s husband as well.

But Xiao Youwei was a bit clueless.

He knew that his family didn’t allow discussions about the backyard and the Bamboo Forest, but he thought that Auntie Yang and Sister Jia Hui would be able to see what they should as long as they stayed a few more days, so he said that every time it rained, a similar wondrous sight would appear in the backyard.

Then, he was dragged into a room by his parents and experienced a mixed doubles thrashing.

The next day, the Yuan Family left; they all departed, including Yuan Zihao—he went to attend a colleague’s memorial service.

However, the old master said before leaving that he would often come here in the future.

Feng Jun smiled a little, didn’t say much, and just escorted them to the entrance of the courtyard.

Two months later, the deputy mayor of Chaoge City who was in charge of industry was invited by the relevant authorities for a “tea talk,” implicating the mayor as well…

That evening at dinner, Gu Jiahui added Feng Jun as a WeChat friend.

After dinner, she made a request to Feng Jun, “Uncle Feng, I’d like to sit in the backyard for a while. I can do without the ventilator then.”

Her body had recovered very quickly, but obviously, the damage done by the paraquat was not so easily reversed.

Feng Jun shook his head, refusing outright, “Your body is too weak right now, better stay honestly in the front yard.”

As they were speaking, Feng Jing drove in, went straight towards the backyard holding a portable lunchbox in her hand.

She casually greeted Feng Jun, “I had an extra class… I’m heading to the back first.”

Feng Jun nodded his head, “Today we got a new piano; it’s in the backyard along with yoga balls…”

The piano was Feng Jing’s favorite, but as for the yoga ball… she gave him a blank look and left without saying anything.

Feng Jun left as well and continued practicing “Telekinesis.” Now his Divine Sense was growing rapidly—mainly due to higher proficiency.

Today he successfully lifted a box of cigarettes three meters away, feeling a strong sense of achievement.

At such a distance, if he used Levitation Object Collection, he could capture a lead ball without any issue, but capturing and controlling with Divine Sense were worlds apart.

He sensed his Divine Sense and felt that he could perform two more times; anyway, even if he overused it, wasn’t Feng Jing around in the evening?

Just then, a text message arrived on his Mobile Phone from Gu Jiahui.

A little fragrant herb: Uncle Feng, why can those aunties go to the back but not me? [Wronged]

Feng Jun slightly smiled, ignoring her, and lit a cigarette: Take a pause before continuing the next session of cultivation.

The Mobile Phone rang again.

A little fragrant herb: What are they doing? Xiao Hui can do it too! [Struggle][Struggle][Struggle]

Well now~ Feng Jun squinted his eyes, puffing on the cigarette, pondered for a moment, and sent a reply.

Luo Hua in its season: You little brat, stop messing around, go after lunch tomorrow. [Knocking]

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A little fragrant herb: What about afterwards? Can my mom and I live in the back too? [Happy]

Feng Jun ignored her, but before long, she actually sent a video call request.

Feng Jun immediately declined, then kept declining, and declined again…

He was really annoyed with these incessant video requests; because for well-known reasons, he couldn’t just turn off his phone, so he simply blocked the little fragrant herb from his contact list.

Then he cheerfully lifted a box of cigarettes five meters away, feeling a bit dizzy in his head, and decisively decided: End the practice!

The next day at noon, he gave Little Jiahui another Foundation Establishment Pill in the backyard, then massaged her whole body. While refining her body with the Spiritual Energy, he helped her circulate the medicinal effects.

After the refinement was complete, Gu Jiahui coughed violently for over an hour, coughing up clumps of dark red blood the size of broad beans.

Zhang Caixin couldn’t bear to watch, “Brother Jun, why not let her stay in the backyard?”

Feng Jun shook his head, we’ve got to maintain a distinction, “No worries, she’ll stop coughing soon.”

As it turned out, Gu Jiahui coughed for the entire afternoon.

In fact, towards the end, she was coughing on purpose, and Feng Jun could see it clearly.

But when there seemed to be nothing left to cough up, she actually coughed up some fresh red blood streaks.

Is such effort really necessary? Feng Jun felt he couldn’t look on directly and stood up, “Coughing so severely, the next treatment… seems like it needs to be postponed.”

After he left, Zhang Caixin and Gu Jiahui exchanged glances, not sure what to say.

After a while, Gu Jiahui gave a bitter smile, “Did I overdo it?”

“No worries, you’re quite pitiful,” Zhang Caixin said, trying to keep a straight face, “Brother Jun might seem stern, but he’s got a soft heart. If your family had the money, just hand him a billion or so, he might refuse at first but accept it if you insist… maybe he’d agree to let you stay in the back then.”

Gu Jiahui’s lips twitched, a billion or so…?