Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 575 - : Forcibly Entering the Mountain Gate

Chapter 575: Chapter 575: Forcibly Entering the Mountain Gate

Zhuang Zesheng was almost choked unconscious by his own excrement.

However, he was truly happy because he believed this might be the legendary detoxification… even marrow cleansing.

After relieving himself and returning to the vehicle, his spirits lifted even more, “No wonder Master Feng didn’t allow me to relieve myself in the car, so that’s why.”

“Shengsheng, do you want to eat something?” Zhuang Haoyun spoke up, “The master said you can eat whatever you want, just go for it.”

Zhuang Zesheng was also in high spirits due to the good news, “Perfect, I’m feeling hungry now. I can eat anything… No dietary restrictions?”

Since he had become ill, adhering to medical advice, any food that might be bad for his body—a mere “might”—was off-limits.

Zhuang Haoyun hesitated for a moment but still nodded, “Yes… you should be able to eat anything. Today you can eat as you please.”

His wife immediately took out her mobile phone, no longer concerned about crying at that moment, “Son, tell me, Mom will order takeaway for you.”

“Ah… no,” Zhuang Haoyun stopped her, “Let me ask the two guards if the takeaway can be delivered inside.”

Shortly after, he returned with a smile, “The takeaway can only be delivered to the mountain gate, but I gave them ten thousand to help run the errand for us.”

The two guards dared not accept tips, but earning this kind of hard-earned money didn’t pressure them.

The family enjoyed a joyful moment, and eventually, Zhuang Zesheng asked the question that puzzled him, “What is ‘evil energy’?”

Zhuang Haoyun roughly explained to his son, and not only was Zhuang Zesheng listening, even Xiao Ge in the driver’s seat perked up his ears.

After listening, Zhuang Zesheng was stunned for a while before he sighed helplessly, “This… our Zhuang family… our ancestors were really formidable.”

The cause of his illness… he wanted to complain but didn’t know whom to blame. He was also aware of that Fortune-Bringing Gem, which he was told would eventually be passed down to him to become a family heirloom.

After being stunned for a while, he then remembered another thing, “Dad, the master said it would take three months to cure my illness, so why did you say I could get up in six days?”

Zhuang Haoyun once again had to explain the difference between “treating the symptoms” and “treating the root cause,” as well as the consequences of both.

“We must treat the root cause, of course!” his wife declared without hesitation, “No discussion! Son, tell your father… do you want to live twenty or thirty years less?”

“Who wants to live less?” Zhuang Zesheng replied decisively, “However, if the expense is too much…”

“We will definitely treat the root cause,” his mother reiterated, “You are my only son. No matter how much it costs, it’s accepted!”

Zhuang Haoyun gave a wry smile, “It’s not about the money. The master said that it’s not convenient for him here…”

He repeated the related statements, “…the man certainly isn’t short of money, but now I don’t know what could move him.”

The car fell silent. After a while, Driver Ge coughed lightly, “Director Zhuang, I’m going to step out for a cigarette.”

No sooner had Ge left the car than Zhuang Haoyun stepped out as well.

As they smoked, Driver Ge began to speak, “Director Zhuang, from my own understanding, Master Feng is an extraordinary person… I reckon he’s more interested in the ‘Tao Te Ching’ and other such mystical Taoist matters.”

“I know that,” Zhuang Haoyun replied, frowning, “but I don’t have these things anymore. Our family does have some Taoist scriptures, but they were all divided up when we split the family assets.”

Having been with him for over a decade, Xiao Ge knew many secrets, and he did not keep things from him.

Driver Ge took a couple of puffs in silence before speaking again, “Anyway, I think, consider from this angle…”

The next morning, Zhuang Zesheng was awoken by pain. The pain below his chest and abdomen was unbearable. In his own words, he would rather have those parts cut off than endure such pain.

Yet his parents thought this was not a bad sign—four years without any sensation, wasn’t it normal to feel some pain?

Closer to noon, Feng Jun made another visit and massaged Zhuang Zesheng, also answering his question—yes, not only would it hurt, but you will also swell up for two days. Would you prefer if I slowed down your recovery?

Compared to the temptation of being able to stand and walk, a little pain was nothing. Zhuang Zesheng said he could bear it.

That afternoon, his legs began to swell. It was only slightly noticeable to the naked eye, but he felt as if they were swollen like balloons.

Another day passed, and Feng Jun fed Zhuang Zesheng a second Foundation Establishment Pill and massaged him again.

In the afternoon, Zhuang Zesheng could actually wiggle his legs slightly, making him break down in tears once more.

Zhuang Haoyun felt he could no longer continue like this. Although his son’s recovery was astonishing, he didn’t think that after three more days of treatment, his son would be completely normal.

He knew he had to do something. After informing his wife, he left the luxury coach and Luohua Manor.

At the same moment, Feng Jun was pondering over the broken stones that Zhuang Haoyun had brought.

He had selected these dozen or so stones from a collection of over a hundred and was attempting to piece them together.

But sadly, his efforts failed, at least two stones were missing, and he couldn’t assemble the complete prototype of the magic artifact.

However, a rough shape emerged, a Stone Lock, with a handle on top and a square stone at the bottom.

Although two pieces were missing, when these fragments came together, the malevolent aura didn’t seem to stack in an additive manner, it felt more like multiplication.

When the Stone Lock took shape, the dozen or so stones simply couldn’t be piled together, repelling each other intensely.

Feng Jun, being a cultivator at the Qi Refining Sixth Layer, exerted all the spiritual energy within his body, and even then, he could barely fuse them together.

However, as soon as he forcibly merged the broken Stone Lock, the fierce killing intent instantly burst forth, sending a shiver of goosebumps over his skin.

Following that, the already gloomy sky grew even darker, and it was evident that from above the ninth heaven, a form of oppressive force was brewing, ready to descend as heavenly might.

Feng Jun was stunned for a moment, then quickly released the spiritual energy, and the Stone Lock immediately crumbled apart.

He blinked, perhaps… was I wrong, is this more than just a magical treasure?

Broken into a heap and still missing pieces, yet capable of such power, Feng Jun had to ponder, is this a magical treasure that a cultivator of the Foundation Establishment Pill stage can control?

In the mobile phone realm, the nomenclature of magic artifacts and magical treasures is actually quite chaotic, with a general consensus that what a Qi Refinement Realm cultivator can manipulate is called a magic artifact, while those at the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Stages can control magical treasures.

In Feng Jun’s possession, there’s also a Stone Mace, a weapon that only a cultivator of the Foundation Establishment stage could use, and that is called Treasure Weapons.

The Immortal Binding Rope he received from Jie Chaoqun is a magical treasure in the ordinary sense.

The origins of these two items are not very clear, especially the former, which he estimates he will try to avoid using as much as possible.

This is by the way, since the cultivators at the Golden Core Stage also use magical treasures, but ultimately have not reached the grand realm of Soul Refining.

Nevertheless, cultivators at the Golden Core Stage are known as ‘True People,’ so the magical treasures they use are also called True Treasures.

As for reaching the Soul Refining Stage, that is when a Nascent Soul is born, completely transcending the mundane. To cultivators at the Golden Core Stage, these are indeed genuine Immortals, so what they use are called Immortal Artifacts.

Right now, Feng Jun is considering whether this Stone Lock feels like… a True Treasure?

Anyway, the malevolent aura inside is quite obvious, and combined, it’s more than he can bear.

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After pondering for two days and unable to figure it out, he could confirm that this was definitely something valuable.

Six days had passed as he predicted, and sure enough, Zhuang Zesheng was able to walk on the ground again.

However, this form of walking was more symbolic; those two stick-thin legs could barely support his body, and he was just able to move his feet. Lying in bed for four years yet still maintaining such vitality was thanks to his youth.

Feng Jun had intended to ask them to leave, but since Zhuang Haoyun was not around and Zhuang Zesheng’s body still appeared to need a few more days to recover.

Since the account could not be settled, Feng Jun declared they could stay on the coach for a few more days — I won’t charge you extra, just remember not to wander around.

Two days later, Mou Miao delivered another batch of Boiler Camel Motorcycles, while the Lingzhi Formation that Feng Jun had deciphered had now expanded to ten acres… If he continued to decipher it, the probability of success would drop significantly.

Feng Jun had now accumulated two hundred Boiler Camel Motorcycles and planned to transfer them directly to the mobile phone realm once the next batch of two hundred arrived, making a total of four hundred.

Inside his villa at the park, the stage of interior decoration had commenced, with Sister Hong overseeing it—so he didn’t need to worry.

The construction of the Jade Villa in the manor had also been completed. From the outside, it looked splendid, and at night, lit up, it was as translucent and enchanting as a fairyland.

What’s made of jade is indeed made of jade, and the likes of marble really can’t compare.

Of course, if it were made into a video, outsiders might not be able to distinguish whether it’s Han Baiyu or real jade, but when you’re there in person, you can deeply feel that this is a house built of jade.

By this time, the construction workers had begun to realize—could this really be jade?

So some started to entertain crooked thoughts; even small chunks of jade taken out would be worth money.

However, unfortunately for them, the manor is now filled with surveillance, and infrared alarms continue to be installed constantly, such that no minor action can escape the monitors.

Zhang Caixin was very concerned about the construction of the house, and upon spotting someone with ill intentions, Di Aixin, being Gao Qiang’s beloved apprentice, also took on the role of a supervisor and caught another one.

None of these were major issues, caught ones were dealt with, and it was just about time to move onto the interior decoration of the genuine jade dwelling.

Feng Jun was pondering whom to hand over the work to when suddenly a shout came through the walkie-talkie, “President Feng, Director Zhuang from Sanjin Pingyang is forcefully breaching the gate, and there’s a car chasing him behind.”

Right after, the voice of Feng Jing also came through the walkie-talkie, “Stop the car behind, stop it! Close the gate! Don’t let that car break in!”

(Update to this point, summoning for monthly tickets.)