Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 573 - : The Qi of Yinsha

Chapter 573: Chapter 573: The Qi of Yinsha

Feng Jun had no demands and didn’t insist on accompanying the other party to the cave—knowing how closely they guarded it, he estimated they wouldn’t agree.

He could consider forcing the issue, but he wasn’t desperate, so why resort to robbery?

With his current resources, if he wanted to steal, he’d target the Mobile Phone Realm; there was nothing here worth his lack of scruples.

Sure enough, Zhuang Haoyun had no intention of inviting him to Pingyang and left with his wife.

Gu Jiahui’s original flight was in the afternoon, but upon hearing there might be new patients at the Luohua Manor, she was reluctant to leave.

She hoped to witness Master Feng’s miraculous medical skills again and learn more secrets—what price had the other party paid?

Yang Yuxin wouldn’t let her daughter change her flight, but seeing the other women guarding their daughters against her as if they were thieves, didn’t sit well with her either. “Go back to catch up on your studies first… You’ll be allowed to come this Saturday,” she said, once you’re on track with the progress of your courses.

Gu Jiahui unhappily responded, “Mom, I’ve self-studied all my senior year’s curriculum; I don’t need to catch up.”

However, her words were futile, and she boarded the plane feeling disgruntled.

Over the next few days, Feng Jun continued to ponder over the Lingzhi Formation while learning about communication networks.

Three days later, early in the morning, Zhuang Haoyun finally arrived in an SUV, followed by a light truck.

He brought over a hundred pieces of stone fragments, weighing a total of one and a half tons.

Feng Jun asked them to unload the goods into the warehouse. After briefly inspecting them, he nodded, “Alright, bring your son over.”

Among the stones the other party had brought, more than half were ordinary, but there were also a dozen or so with the malign energy of Yinsha.

He didn’t know if these were all of the Zhuang Family’s stock, but that wasn’t important to him—these were fragments of a Magical Treasure, and even if collected, they wouldn’t form a complete Magical Treasure. Why bother with details?

Indeed, they were fragments of a Magical Treasure, usable only by Cultivators at the Ascendant stage—and this broken stone Magical Treasure must have been especially powerful, having killed many people. Otherwise, it wouldn’t contain so much malign energy.

What Feng Jun was more interested to figure out was whether Cultivators at the Ascendant stage had once been active in the Earth Realm?

Well, considering the Stone Ring he had obtained, it seemed likely that Cultivators had once visited this realm.

However, upon further thought, such a powerful Magical Treasure had been shattered—perhaps there were even Cultivators at the Golden Core Stage?

But no matter what, such occurrences within the Zhuang Family could still be grudgingly accepted—after all, their famous ancestor Zhuang Zhou was well-known.

He wasn’t in a hurry to delve into these cause and effect chains. The pieces from the same Magical Treasure were sufficient for him to take action.

An hour later, Zhuang Haoyun’s son arrived in a commercial vehicle, not using the luxury bus from Luohua Manor.

And indeed, using the luxury bus wouldn’t have been an option—the manor rejected strangers from staying.

So, Zhuang Haoyun’s son received the same treatment as Gu Jiahui—directly accommodated on the bus, making the vehicle his home.

Truth be told, this was a bit of resentment in Feng Jun’s heart: if you don’t trust me enough to let me into your cave, then you’re questioning my trustworthiness.

If you don’t trust me, why should I trust you?

He believed that if he could visit that cave, he might discover more—his mobile phone had excellent exploration features.

Anyway, he settled the other party in the vehicle, which was parked across from Pump Station No. 1, a good distance from the villa.

Zhuang Zesheng was an eighteen-year-old young man, about one meter eighty tall, but extremely thin, weighing less than eighty kilograms, practically like an African refugee, so frail that a gust of wind could knock him down.

From the abdomen down, he had lost the ability to move, with legs as thin as stalks and arms with just a bit more flesh.

The young man’s mental state was also poor, with blank eyes and a disinterested demeanor. Upon seeing Feng Jun, he didn’t even bother to greet him but just stared woodenly.

His mother, however, was quite attentive to this behavior, “Shengsheng, won’t you greet Master Feng? It’s polite to say hello!”

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Zhuang Zesheng spaced out for a moment before coming to his senses, giving Feng Jun a slight nod and speaking tonelessly, “Hello, Master.”

Zhuang Haoyun, worried that Feng Jun might be offended, immediately interjected, “Master, the boy used to be very lively and polite. The illness has been dragging on for nearly four years now… his mood is down, we’re really sorry.”

Feng Jun was indeed somewhat irritated by such impoliteness; he had seen more than one or two unruly kids, but such an attitude towards a doctor treating him was a bit too willful—it’s not like I’m particularly eager to treat you, is it?

Zhuang Haoyun’s explanation came on time, and Feng Jun thought about it, it made sense—the boy fell ill during the rebellious teenage years, a drastic change in temperament was natural under such circumstances.

He reached out to take the pulse on the boy’s left wrist, then switched to the right.

Before Feng Jun could speak, Shengsheng opened his mouth, extended his tongue without expression, and stared blankly.

Feng Jun waved his hand dismissively, “I’m not a doctor; I don’t look at tongues.”

Shengsheng closed his mouth, his face as calm as a wax statue.

Feng Jun furrowed his brows, he probably had a clear idea of the other party’s condition. To speak honestly, in terms of expertise—such a disease could likely only be cured by a Cultivator.

Seeing him frown without speaking, Zhuang Zesheng’s mother’s complexion also darkened. After waiting for a long time, and seeing that he was unwilling to speak, she mustered the courage to quietly ask, “Master…about this illness?”

“It can be treated,” Feng Jun replied expressionlessly with a nod, “but…there are some difficulties.”

When Zhuang Zesheng heard the words “It can be treated,” his eyebrows twitched imperceptibly, but his lips then turned down slightly—ah, it was this situation again.

Over the years, he had sought medical advice everywhere and had seen too many fraudsters—initially, they would boast extravagantly, costing him a lot of money, yet ultimately the treatment would fail, and the matter would have to be dropped.

Actually, being cheated out of some money wasn’t the worst part. The most hateful thing was that all sorts of strange medicines had given him a rather serious stomach condition, due to his body’s poor ability to recover.

But hearing that Feng Jun said it could be treated, Zhuang Haoyun and his wife’s eyes suddenly brightened—they knew that this man was not some quack, but truly skilled.

Zhuang Haoyun patted his chest with an almost exaggerated tone, declaring, “Whatever the difficulty is, just speak up!”

Feng Jun took out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Zhuang Haoyun.

Zhuang Haoyun smiled wryly, waving his hand in refusal. It wasn’t that he didn’t smoke, but his wife was strict—in front of their son, smoking was absolutely forbidden.

Yet, his wife could only watch Feng Jun smoke, not daring to utter a word—even though this was in a car.

Feng Jun lit the cigarette and took a couple of drags before saying, “The patient’s problem…it’s something he was born with… congenital deficiency, which is why the disease occurred during his fastest period of growth.”

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Haoyun’s wife became anxious—she didn’t want to take the blame, “Master, he was eight and a half pounds at birth, how could he possibly be congenitally deficient?”

“Weight and congenital sufficiency are not necessarily correlated,” Feng Jun stated with certainty, pausing to ponder, he looked at Zhuang Haoyun with a meaningful expression, “Moreover, this congenital deficiency has something to do with Yinsha.”

Zhuang Zesheng’s eyebrows trembled again—this swindler was even more amateurish, talking about what… Yinsha?

However, upon hearing this, Zhuang Haoyun and his wife exchanged a look, their complexions changed in unison—they thought about that Fortune-Bringing Gem.

They both believed that the stone had the power to ward off evil spirits; thus, after knowing she was pregnant, Zhuang Haoyun’s wife often wore the stone when she went out.

Unexpectedly, this act meant to protect their unborn child turned out to be the cause of their son’s paralysis.

Feng Jun had also guessed this possibility; the Yinsha of that stone could be resisted by someone with strong vitality, but for an infant still in the womb, the harm was exceptionally great.

Zhuang Zesheng thought to himself that his parents wouldn’t be duped by such a lowly trick, would they? Yet, he then saw his father raise his hand and vigorously slap his own cheek, “I really am a scoundrel!”

“Please, it’s not your fault,” his wife grabbed his hand, “If anyone is to blame, it can only be your father.”

What? Zhuang Zesheng, whose expression had remained unchanged, finally twitched the corner of his mouth. What had my grandfather done before I was born?

Zhuang Haoyun of course understood what his wife meant; the stone was brought back by his father, who believed it had the effect of warding off evil spirits and had specially given it to him, which he then passed on to his wife, resulting in Shengsheng’s congenital deficiency.

“There’s no point in tracing responsibility now,” he looked again at Feng Jun, speaking seriously, “Master, you couldn’t be more correct, and I completely agree, so…what can we do?”

“It has nothing to do with you,” Feng Jun took another couple of drags, waving his hand impatiently, “it will take at least three months to cure your son’s illness!”

He was getting sick of it at this point; healing the little guy would be easy, but to replenish the congenital deficits was not an overnight task. The child would need to recover in a Spirit Gathering Array, just like Gu Jiahui.

Three months, he was already quoting the shortest period possible. Of course, in reality, once the cure was complete, he could stop caring and wait for the problem to resurface in a few decades before treating it again.

However, this contradicted his principles: how could one be irresponsibly incomplete in one’s actions?

“Three months?” Zhuang Haoyun’s wife glanced around, probing with her question, “Is there an inconvenience?”

She was quite indirect with her question, essentially inquiring—is it a question of cost?

“I don’t like having people stay at my manor,” Feng Jun answered bluntly, “It’s inconvenient.”

Zhuang Haoyun and his wife silently agreed, thinking to themselves that this master really had a foul temper.

If you say it’s a matter of cost, we can negotiate that; but if you say it’s your own inconvenience, then what can we say?

While they were silent, Zhuang Zesheng suddenly spoke up, “Master, how long will it take for my legs to move again?”

“How long?” Feng Jun glanced at him, and threw the cigarette butt out of the car, “It would take mere minutes for me to get you moving.”

“Really?” The three members of the Zhuang family’s eyes all brightened at the same time, “We ask the master to please take action.”

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