Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 569 - : Do You Remember? No One Applauded

Chapter 569: Chapter 569: Do You Remember? No One Applauded

Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang nodded in unison, indicating that they understood.

Coach Wang, who was more outgoing, even asked aloud, “Master, do you mean that with enough strength, we can overpower a group easily?”

“Exactly,” Feng Jun nodded and then answered with a smile, “But before, I was only focused on the realm, and didn’t contemplate that if you didn’t learn how to control your power, you might actually kill someone.”

Xu Leigang laughed and said, “Then, with Mountain Collapse Fist, if Gazi could train up to the Twelfth Collapse, I guess he could kill a lion, right?”

Feng Jun spoke prettily, claiming those martial techniques were merely to help grasp the control of strength, but in fact, there is no doubt that all martial techniques are to enhance combat strength.

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun thought for a moment, “To kill a lion, Nine Collapse or Ten Collapse would be enough; but for you two, even the Twelfth Collapse might not be enough to kill a lion.”

He hadn’t practiced this fist technique himself, but in the mobile phone realm, Mountain Collapse Fist was quite famous, with very high popularity, almost akin to “Basic Fist Technique.” The public version was “Seven Fist of Mountain Collapse,” what Lord Beiyuan provided was “Nine Fist of Mountain Collapse.”

“Twelve Fist of Mountain Collapse” was a technique from the Book Collection Pavilion of the Yangshan Gu Family; after the pavilion’s collection was copied, many martial cultivators set their sights on this technique, believing it to be the ultimate version of Mountain Collapse Fist.

Feng Jun pondered for a moment, then spoke again, “As for this fist technique, you can discuss it with Gao Qiang.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang exchanged glances, their spirits quickly sinking—wasn’t this something we strived to obtain? And now, from the sound of it, it was about to become common knowledge?

Feng Jun noticed their moods right away and said with a smile, “He’s more familiar with these things than you are… Don’t worry, without inner energy, he can only learn the basics.”

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, both of them laughed, with Xu Leigang saying, “We were also a bit selfish. In fact, Xiao Gao is quite dedicated to maintaining Luohua Manor; sooner or later he’s going to become our fellow disciple.”

“I was also worried about the two of you, failing to advance to the Martial Master Realm,” Feng Jun said as he took out a cigarette and lit it for himself, “Now being surpassed by Gazi doesn’t really matter, but if you were to be surpassed by Gao Qiang, would you still be able to hold your heads high?”

You have to realize, Gao Qiang’s combat strength allows him to defeat opponents above his level, and even the current Wang Haifeng may not be able to beat him.

It’s not that Coach Wang’s combat strength is too poor; back at Hongjie Clubhouse, Wang Haifeng could easily beat fitness coaches like Liu Shuming, only slightly inferior to Feng Jun.

In the end, it is because Gao Qiang’s combat strength is too strong, which shows how formidable Di Aixin is, who could defeat Gao Qiang in arm wrestling.

However, even though Di Aixin is young and talented, he came into the picture a bit too late; as they say, cultivation really is about chances and opportunities.

In short, Feng Jun was a bit worried that Gao Qiang might shake the confidence of these two.

Then he remembered something else, “Well, since you both are studying these three martial techniques… I have to give Gazi a little extra reward, after all, he is the manor’s first martial master. Call him over.”

Then, in the presence of Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang, Feng Jun gave Gazi a Storage Talisman—a mortal version, no less—and took out the Storage Talisman meant for testing to have Gazi demonstrate its use then and there.

Lu Xiaoning was naturally overjoyed and happily accepted it, but Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang’s eyes nearly emitted sparks.

Just to add fuel to the fire, Feng Jun said with a beaming smile, “I’ve decided. Whoever advances to martial master, I will gift them a Storage Talisman… But keep in mind, I don’t have many of them.”

Wang Haifeng and Xu Leigang exchanged another look—even though it was a Storage Talisman that could only be used ten times, it was still a Storage Talisman.

You don’t need to use this thing often; having one at a crucial moment is enough.

That very evening, Gazi arranged for a catering team to come to the manor and cook, celebrating his advancement to martial master, even providing a feast for the workers of the manor.

Feng Jun couldn’t help feeling a bit sour inside; when he advanced to martial master himself, he had been all alone, without even knowing who to call to boast, at most receiving a bit of surprise from Lang Zhen.

When he broke through to the Innate Realm, he did have a celebration, but it was in the mobile phone realm; on Earth, it was still quiet—none of his close friends and family were present, with only a few followers at most.

It was also on that same night that he led a surprise attack on the Yangshan Gu Family, nearly losing all his cultivation because of the Qi Dissipating Powder.

People only saw his glory, his strength, his mystery; yet no one thought about how much loneliness he bore in silence, how many risks he… took behind the scenes.

But how to put it? His childhood friends, buddies, and relatives could benefit from his strength and celebrate it outright, which was great; at least, he was the one who created these conditions.

Of course, only a few people knew the inside story of Gazi’s advancement celebration, and the manor’s workers just enjoyed a lavish dinner—they didn’t even realize what the celebration was for.

Still, even that was better than no applause at all, right?

In fact, not everyone participating in the celebration was clueless; aside from the carefree Li Shishi, for example, Gao Qiang vaguely sensed that Gazi had made a breakthrough. He had an intuition that he probably was no longer a match for Gazi now.

He was truly eager to become a disciple, but unfortunately, his observation period still had two and a half years to go.

In fact, he was hesitating about another matter: if I were given the chance to become a disciple, should I take it myself, or should I recommend Di Aixin to become a disciple in my place?

Unlike the others, Gao Qiang was a retired special forces soldier; although he had his self-interest, he often possessed the straightforwardness unique to military men and truly didn’t want to miss out on a good prospect.

Gu Jiahui was completely and utterly jealous, “Xiao Ning, what did you breakthrough exactly?”

Lu Xiaoning smiled in response, “It’s roughly… akin to getting into college, yeah, like getting into Haverford, not Peking University.”

“I don’t want to go to Haverford anymore, Peking University is pretty good,” Gu Jiahui turned her head to look at Feng Jun, “Brother Jun, if I transfer to Zhengyang, can I come here to hang out often?”

“Come over whenever you want,” Feng Jun answered casually, “But now that you are healthy, you can’t just wander into the bamboo forest, that’s our cultivation spot.”

Gu Jiahui blinked, “Brother Jun, I want to cultivate too, how do you see my aptitude?”

Your aptitude… Feng Jun didn’t know how to answer, with a Yimu Physique and not yet seventeen, it was an excellent time for cultivation.

But… the law is not to be imparted lightly, he had already cured her of her critical illness, it wasn’t possible just to make an exception now.

Just then, Xu Leigang spoke up, “Xiao Hui, that’s an inappropriate way to address him, either call him master or Uncle Jun.”

Sister Hong looked at her with some displeasure – even if she had her sights set on Feng Jun, it wasn’t this kid’s turn, she chuckled, “Students should prioritize school first. The master cured you; it wasn’t so you could skip classes, you know.”

Yang Yuxin was originally opposed to her daughter transferring schools, but seeing these people opposing her daughter, she felt aggrieved – so all of you can cultivate, but my daughter can’t?

It’s inevitable, those who have been in power for too long often have this mindset: I may not want it, but it’s wrong for you to stop me.

Otherwise, why would Gu Jiahui be bored enough to drink paraquat? Deep down, her mother also had a bit of a wilful streak.

So Director Yang coughed lightly, “Xiao Hui is still young, everyone, don’t mind her. She wants to transfer schools, and I was not very supportive originally.”

With her speaking up, nobody else could say much. To tell the truth, among the people present, only Feng Jun could afford to dismiss her. Even Sister Hong couldn’t withstand her.

However, Sister Hong still had the spirit to resist, and nodded decisively, “That’s correct… after all, she’s a student.”

“But I do appreciate the philosophy of ‘happy education’,” Yang Yuxin, a master of interpersonal interaction, retorted neither too softly nor too harshly, “Director Zhang, you still don’t quite understand today’s kids.”

How could I not understand her? Sister Hong’s lips curled into a cold smile; she’s already vying with us for the men!

She hadn’t had the chance to say anything, when Zhang Caixin spoke up, “It’s good to transfer; you can stay with me in the same room at the manor.”

She was the last person to want to see Gu Jiahui show off about her guaranteed admission to Peking University – best to be like me and attend an arts school.

The 𝘮ost uptodat𝑒 novels are pub𝙡ished on freeweɓnovēl.coɱ.

As for Gu Jiahui wanting to cultivate? She was not at all worried—can your aptitude compare to mine?

—It was time for her to realize just how formidable her sister Caixin was!

Hearing this, Sister Hong got extremely angry, thinking don’t you think he has enough sly women around him already? And then she said, with none of her disapproval showing, “Caixin, the place you’re staying in belongs to the master, not you.”

She did still have some apprehension about Yang Yuxin, otherwise, she would have been more blunt.

But Gu Jiahui was smugly watching her mother—so this is what you were saying, that Zhang Caixin would be a threat to me?

Mom, watch and learn; she’s in the same trench as me.

Yang Yuxin picked up the red wine in front of her and took a big gulp: The world of today’s youth, I really don’t understand it!

Fortunately, Feng Jing timely suggested a distraction, “Today’s the Double Ninth Festival, there’s a lantern festival, let’s go on the river yacht, shall we?”

The yacht Feng Jun had bought was seldom used; today was a good day, so they might as well cruise down the river together.

By the time everyone headed out, it was 8 pm, at least there was no worry, nowadays in Zhengyang, they check for drunk driving, but only for cars, not boats.

Feng Jun hid in a corner of the yacht, finally away from that annoying bunch of women, surrounded by a few men.

He finally had the chance to ask, “How’s that trapping formation I set up doing?”

“Great stuff!” Xu Leigang gave a thumbs up, that dense mist trapping formation was impressive, “Ever since that formation was activated, it’s been shrouded in fog twenty-four hours a day, even on the sunniest days… The sun was really harsh the other day.”

The autumn sun in Zhengyang could still be quite scorching.

Gazi nodded along, “The workers Director Yang found were all amazed, calling it a paradise on Earth, took lots of photos and videos… even posted them online.”

(Recently tied up, I owe alliance leaders a chapter, will make it up in a couple of days.)