Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 570 - : Eerie Aura

Chapter 570: Chapter 570: Eerie Aura

Feng Jun didn’t remember at first, but a while back in the manor, besides his own people and the workers, there were also four or five others brought by Yang Yuxin. These people were relatively unrestrained in the manor—of course, some places were still off-limits to them.

He pondered for a moment before asking, “No one’s planning on going in, are they?”

“Everyone wants to have a look, but they don’t have the guts,” Wang Haifeng answered with a smile, then gestured to the people standing by his side, “Don’t believe me? Ask them, who doesn’t want to go in?”

“Curiosity doesn’t necessarily mean losing one’s senses,” Xu Leigang argued back, but he also indirectly confirmed what had been said.

Then, the rotund man looked towards Feng Jun, “The workers are quite obedient, and those from the telecom company are a bit bolder, but with Director Yang here, they listen as well.”

Feng Jun thought for a moment before speaking, “There haven’t been any abnormal reactions among the workers?”

His reputation for the supernatural had spread, and the workers, who generally had lower educational levels, were bound to have a sense of reverence for such things. Yet, there were exceptions like Wang Laili, and he was certainly not the only one.

“The older ones don’t have the guts. As for the newcomers… Assistant Li has already spoken to them,” Gazi was quite abreast of these matters. After advancing to martial master, he reduced his visits to the bamboo forest, focusing on practicing the External Release of Internal Qi and patrolling the manor all day.

After hesitating for a moment, he added, “However, Zhang Caixin said… she feels there’s spiritual energy within the fog.”

Feng Jun chuckled and then shook his head, “This girl’s perceptive abilities are indeed impressive.”

Xu Leigang blinked and asked, “Master, is there really spiritual energy within the formation?”

“Yes,” Feng Jun nodded smilingly and casually asked in return, “Without spiritual energy, how does the formation get powered, with electricity?”

Xu Leigang’s mouth twitched, not because he hadn’t thought about the issue of energy propulsion, but because he felt distressed—the spiritual energy was originally in my villa at Peach Blossom Valley!

The news of his treating Elder Jiang had eventually spread, and many elderly people came to him for help with various aches and pains.

However, Xu Leigang was hard-hearted, and his father had rarely been indebted to anyone during his life; it was usually others who owed the Xu Family. Apart from the unavoidable case of Elder Jiang, he had flatly refused everyone else.

Even Elder Jiang’s brother was turned away—Master Feng was someone I had invited to Peach Blossom Valley. Did you consider my face when you were troubling him? And now that you’re unwell, you seek Master Feng? Frankly, I, Xu Leigang, am not so thick-skinned!

Xu Leigang felt justified in his actions and had no fear of reproach, but this didn’t mean he was entirely without regret—if the spiritual energy were still in Peach Blossom Valley, it could have benefited his neighbors.

Moreover… if it were really in Peach Blossom Valley, he could have easily notified his family, and it would have hardly interfered with his cultivation. How different from now, running back and forth over thirty kilometers?

Xu Leigang only felt it was a pity, but Gazi straightforwardly voiced it, “Brother Jun, this spiritual energy is so precious, is it appropriate to spend it on the formation?”

A Spirit Gathering Array consuming Spirit Stones was understandable to everyone, but using spiritual energy as the driving force just to maintain such a vast expanse of fog seemed wasteful to anyone.

Feng Jun looked at him in surprise, “You can’t be unaware of how important the bamboo forest protected by spiritual energy is, can you?”

“I mean…” Gazi scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, “I mean, now that you, Brother Jun, are back, and the order has been restored, can’t we stop the formation?”

After all, he was a child from a poor family, used to thinking about saving every penny and calculating the cost against the outcome.

Feng Jun wasn’t opposed to this thriftiness; in fact, he shared the sentiment. However, when he thought about the vast resources his own cultivation required, he found it unnecessary to quibble over such trivial matters.

Before he could express his opinion, Gao Qiang, who had been silent, spoke up.

“I think Gazi’s suggestion is worth considering. We already have surveillance, and with the addition of some infrared alarm devices, we can ensure effective detection of intruders… Spiritual energy must be more expensive than infrared alarms, right?”

Before Feng Jun could respond, Wang Haifeng was the first to speak up, “Infrared alarms are purchasable, but how can you buy spiritual energy?”

“Right,” Gao Qiang nodded, agreeing that while infrared alarms have a price, spiritual energy is priceless. What troubled him most was that he didn’t even qualify to cultivate in the bamboo forest, “If necessary, just install more sets of infrared alarms. I can pay for that.”

What he really meant was—could the saved bit of spiritual energy be converted for my use?

“We need both the alarms and the formation,” Feng Jun shook his head decisively, making his position clear, “We’ve already had one incident of theft in the bamboo forest, and neither surveillance nor alarms are infallible… The bamboo forest is too precious to lose.”

Gao Qiang clicked his tongue regretfully, his eyes clearly conveying that it was an utter waste.

Feng Jun looked at him thoughtfully, “If we were to lose something again, the death toll might be in triple digits.”

The last time the Spirit Gathering Array was stolen, whether eight or nine had died, he couldn’t quite remember. But without a doubt, should another theft occur, there was a 99% chance that it would be far more serious, and the perpetrators would be fully prepared.

In such a situation, if Feng Jun wanted to keep the secret, the estimated death toll was not simply doubled—it would be quite normal to have hundreds of casualties.

As soon as he made this statement, others didn’t really have anything to say in response. The last time Luohua Manor was burglarized, rumors claimed that Master Feng had killed more than one person, including a variety of victims—from a manor employee named Xiao Han to a loan shark, and even a Korean.

Of course, these were just rumors without any solid evidence. Nonetheless, people in Baixing Town widely believed these incidents were manifestations of the master’s supernatural powers.

The most typical example was that of Wang Laili from the town, who stole gold from Master Feng. He was caught red-handed, and under the watchful eyes of many, the master merely took back the gold and left without even involving the police.

However, how could supernatural objects be easy to steal? Setting other factors aside, even the supernatural has a reputation to maintain.

So, that very night, Wang Laili drowned in a pond.

There was no evidence to suggest it was Feng Jun’s doing, but everyone was convinced in their hearts that it was his work—or possibly King Crow’s.

Naturally, those in the manor who knew of Feng Jun’s capabilities did not attribute it to the supernatural—they knew he had the strength to do it.

Gao Qiang had witnessed Feng Jun soaring into the sky, chasing after someone through the air, and he believed Feng Jun undoubtedly had blood on his hands.

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However, for many special forces soldiers, killing is not an unforgivable crime. Despite current peacetime, border clashes are inevitable, though they are simply not publicized.

Military personnel who have been through similar incidents do not view killing as a big deal.

Gao Qiang thought the same—if a person deserved death and there was no evidence left after the act, the matter was considered settled.

He even suspected that Feng Jun had killed at least four people last time, but… if the police weren’t bothered, why should he be?

Nonetheless, upon personally hearing Feng Jun say that the death toll would reach hundreds in the event of another theft, Gao Qiang couldn’t help but be shocked and secretly criticize—weren’t you basically admitting that you had killed people before?

But the next moment, he realized… what did it matter if Feng Jun admitted it? Who could take such ambiguous words as evidence?

Thinking seriously once more about secrets worth guarding with the lives of hundreds, he couldn’t help breaking out in a cold sweat… Was the bamboo forest really worth that much?

That evening, Feng Jing and Sister Hong went to see Feng Jun to advance their cultivation, but unfortunately, they did not rank up—actually, this was a more normal process of cultivation.

That night, a cold front moved southward, and by early the next morning, the sky was overcast and the winds were strong throughout the manor.

Feng Jun went to inspect the Spirit Gathering Array and the Lingzhi Formation and, finding no issues, he found a spot and continued to analyze the Spirit Plant Formation.

By midday, as the sky began to rain, Feng Jun had just finished setting up the formation.

The moment the formation was activated, an unexpected pleasant surprise occurred—the Spirit Plant Formation, originally the size of an acre, had steadily expanded to cover two acres.

Successful in one try, a lucky day indeed! Feng Jun stretched and stood up, thinking: So… should I expand it a bit more in the afternoon?

Just then, he frowned and looked towards the mountain gate. His intuition told him that an extremely odd aura had appeared there, one that made him very uncomfortable.

So he closed up the Spirit Plant Formation, walked over to a nearby all-terrain vehicle, started it up, and drove straight to the mountain gate.

The rain wasn’t very heavy. Upon his arrival at the gate, he noticed two cars parked outside. One of them had a Sanjin license plate, and a middle-aged couple stood at the gate, arguing with the guard.

This scenario had become quite common at Feng Jun’s mountain gate. People often came seeking Master Feng’s help, but the gate was a barrier difficult to cross. Many locals didn’t even hope to get past, instead setting up incense burners beside it to offer prayers.

However, for some unknown reason, perhaps because they felt neglected by Feng Jun during their times of need, most people chose to worship King Crow—or other supernatural entities from plants and animals, which seemed more acceptable to people than those from humans?

In fact, many of the supplicants were not facing insurmountable challenges. Common ailments, quarrels, and irritations would drive them to seek help. This was a very simple form of pragmatism—We might not expect a miraculous appearance from you, but we have never withheld our offerings.

This resembled the mindset of people during official selections, where they think: I don’t expect your help, just please don’t cause any trouble.

The two guards at the gate were used to it by now, so they were quite unwelcoming to those who tried to enter uninvited—they made it clear that it was a private place and entry without invitation was not allowed. Want to offer incense? That’s fine, please do it farther away!

This wasn’t to say they were heartless, but seeing such cases every day, if the incoming people weren’t tired of it, the guards themselves were!

However, when Feng Jun raised their monthly salary to fifteen thousand, the guards’ attitude shifted. They remained stern but developed enough patience in persuading people to stay away.

We have to earn our keep, right?