Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 579 - : Mysteries of the Ancestral Tablet (2nd Update)

Chapter 579: Chapter 579: Mysteries of the Ancestral Tablet (2nd Update)

Feng Jun held the ancestral tablet for over an hour before placing it on the stone table and picking up his cup to drink water.

Then he lit a cigarette and, while smoking, his soul wandered the heavens, lost in thought.

The people present all knew he must have some ideas, but no one dared to ask aloud.

The four Taoists from Maoshan had much to say, however, no one took it upon themselves to speak first.

After finishing a cigarette, Feng Jun took two sips of tea and then sighed lightly, “Maoshan has indeed produced some figures.”

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The short and chubby Taoist’s brows raised, and just as he was about to speak, he abruptly remembered the scolding that left him bleeding from all orifices and held back his words.

Daoist Ma cleared his throat and said, “Naturally, Maoshan has a long and distinguished lineage, with outstanding figures emerging in every generation.”

“Heh,” Feng Jun laughed dismissively and pointed at the ancestral tablet, “If this ancestral tablet really is a relic of your Maoshan, then your lineage is just so-so.”

Barring Daoist Ma, the faces of the other three Taoists changed—this was a great insult to Maoshan.

Daoist Ma’s brows furrowed slightly as he pondered a moment before speaking, “What you say is not without reason. Maoshan’s lineage is ancient, but it has faced several crises of survival. This is from four hundred years ago, left by the ancestor who revived our lineage.”

Feng Jun nodded thoughtfully, “Now that sounds more reasonable… I was saying that the founder of the school shouldn’t be of such low capability.”

Maoshan’s four people rolled their eyes at this—were you complimenting or insulting?

Daoist Ma’s face darkened slightly, “Aren’t your words a bit too much, Brother Feng? Our reviving ancestor was also highly virtuous and respected, enjoying a mighty reputation. As descendants, we should admire and respect him.”

In the legends, this reviving ancestor organized and unearthed the works of predecessors, was himself of high cultivation, and reversed the decline of Maoshan. He believed that even if this ancestor could not compare with the founder, the difference wouldn’t be too significant.

Feng Jun responded with disbelief, “He’s your ancestor of Maoshan, it’s enough for me to consider him a predecessor, but as for admiration, let’s not talk about it.”

At this point, he raised his hand and pointed at Zhuang Haoyun, “Without going into details, Director Zhuang’s predecessors were stronger than your reviving ancestor.”

“Hehe, Zhuang Zhou, huh?” Daoist Ma laughed skeptically, “Maoshan is a direct transmission of the Pure Ones…”

He did not intend to disrespect Zhuang Zhou, but when others talked about it, it always went “Laozi” before “Zhuangzi”, with Laozi always preceding Zhuangzi.

Feng Jun waved his hand, interrupting him, “I’m not talking about things that distant, just about the virtuous and revered ones the Zhuang family has had access to… stronger than the one who made this ancestral tablet.”

Daoist Ma looked him over with a meaningful gaze and asked, “What did you mean by reaching out your hand earlier, Brother Feng?”

“Merely a martial cultivator’s technique,” Feng Jun replied indifferently, “not a Daoist technique… cultivated through hard work and diligence.”

Levitation Object Collection was indeed a martial cultivator’s technique, but… only an Innate Expert could achieve it.

The crowd heard his words and fell silent, and after a while, Daoist Nun Zeng raised her hand to Feng Jing with a salutation, “May I ask, the iron pot from earlier… did you use a storage magical artifact?”

She had been watching Feng Jing intently because the appearance of the iron pot had been too abrupt. The other three Taoists were one thing, but she had clearly seen the iron pot flying through the air.

At first, she thought it might be some sort of sorcery, but after hearing the rational and methodical explanation to Senior Brother Ma, which did not lack in the proper Dharma, she suspected it might be the work of a fellow cultivator—the use of the term “fellow Daoist” was not casual, prompting her to consider the possibility of a storage magical artifact.

Thus, Feng Jing in her mouth also became “fellow Daoist.”

But Director Mei acted very much like someone ingrained in the establishment, not afraid to speak without evidence, she shook her head decisively, indicating, “You’re overthinking it, it was just placed on the co-driver’s seat, the packaging wasn’t even removed.”

The thrown iron pot indeed had its packaging intact, and she followed the consumer habit of the petite bourgeoisie—how appropriate would it be to put a used iron pot into a storage ring?

“Is that so?” Daoist Nun Zeng looked at her, her mouth curling with disappointment—what can she do when others flat out deny it?

Having listened to such conversations, Daoist Ma’s memories were also somewhat revived, compelling him to give Feng Jing a second look.

Strictly speaking, he was a model of cautious living and dedicated cultivation in the Maoshan Sect, even demanding himself to be physically robust compared to others.

Today, he had seen a strongman, discovered Feng Jun could “levitate objects from the void,” so, the addition of a woman possessing a storage magical artifact didn’t seem too strange anymore.

Of course, for the current Maoshan Sect and even all cultivators in Huaxia, a storage magical artifact was only the stuff of legend.

Yet, levitation from the void had also been lost in history, only existing in ancient texts, and wasn’t it now also manifesting?

Overall, his heart was filled with tumultuous waves, and he resolved to understand this master better after returning.

Having made up his mind, he still had formalities to attend to—he couldn’t tarnish the reputation of Maoshan. So, he bowed to Feng Jun and said, “If Fellow Daoist Feng has finished examining it, may I ask for the return of our ancestral tablet?”

“That would be inconvenient,” Feng Jun shook his head, replying earnestly, “Director Zhuang went to great lengths to borrow this item for me. It wouldn’t be right for me to disappoint his effort; I need to study it for a few more days.”

There was an underlying message in his words—the implication being that this object was of limited use to him, but he did not wish to return it just yet.

Zhuang Haoyun even began to doubt in his heart: What does Master Feng mean by this? Is he buying a horse just for its bones?

Daoist Ma’s expression darkened again. Do you really think you have Maoshan trapped?

So he asked unhappily, “Then how many more days do you need for your examination?”

Maoshan’s influence in Funiu was not strong, mainly concentrated in the southern parts of Funiu, and there was some in the Northwest as well, but if the other party thought that Maoshan had no capability whatsoever in Zhengyang, then he didn’t mind letting them understand what over a thousand years of heritage meant.

However, Feng Jun truly did not give any regard, shaking his head, “It’s hard to say how many days it will take… Let your Heavenly Master in charge of the pulse come to negotiate with me.”

Daoist Ma’s face grew even darker, “What if our Heavenly Master in charge doesn’t come?”

Do you still intend to keep the ancestral tablet unreturned?

Feng Jun grinned, “If he doesn’t come, then I will just keep waiting for him… Anyway, I’m not in a hurry.”

Damn it, are you planning on swindling Maoshan’s ancestral tablet? Daoist Ma hummed coldly, “And if the Heavenly Master never comes in this lifetime?”

Typically, he was not so sharp in his speech with outsiders, for amiability breeds prosperity… when performing rituals.

Nonetheless, dealing with peers was another matter entirely—there’s an old saying: Colleagues are natural enemies.

“Let’s set a limit of three months then,” Feng Jun said casually while giving Zhuang Haoyun an intentional or unintentional glance.

That’s right, three months. Now, what he cared about wasn’t wealth or such; if the other party was earnest and also had the courage to undertake some difficult tasks, to deliberately ingratiate themselves, then he certainly wouldn’t disappoint those supporting him.

Buying a horse for its bones? Perhaps, but he would take as many such ‘bones’ as were offered.

Of course, he had to give the Maoshan Sect a frank warning, “Fellow Daoist Ma, to be honest… If your venerable Heavenly Master does not come, the one to regret it will not be me. This is all I have to say. Take care of your own matters.”

Just then, from the doorway in the distance, a commotion could be heard again.

Following that, several walkie-talkies sounded at the same time, “President Feng, President Feng, Director Yang is here again with her daughter. Should they be let in?”

Everyone fell silent, all turning to look at Feng Jun—such decisions could only be made by him.

“That’s actually perfect,” Feng Jun muttered under his breath, then raised his voice, “Well… let them in.”

This time, a Porsche Cayenne brought Yang Yuxin and her daughter, with a Zhengyang license plate. The Gu Family certainly were not short of people trying to curry favor.

The Porsche stopped next to pump number one and then the engine shut off. Gu Jiahui and Yang Yuxin got out of the car.

In the ten days since they last met, Gu Jiahui seemed to have grown taller, and she appeared to have slimmed down a bit as well.

She hopped and skipped over, smiling and nodding to everyone, but she did not speak. The little princess of the Gu Family was becoming more sensible—it was not her place to speak out in such a situation as a young girl.

But Feng Jun was somewhat vexed. Little girl, do you really think of this place as a weekend resort?

Since he had made a promise, he wouldn’t go back on his word, and vaguely nodded his head, “The car that brought you two can leave now.”

“Oh dear, I still have luggage in the car,” Gu Jiahui glanced around, and when she saw Lu Xiaoning, “Brother Gazi, could you help me carry it out?”

Gazi always got along well with her because he had been tormented by epilepsy himself, surviving life and death struggles. Seeing this sickly young girl, he naturally felt some compassion.

So he walked over and quickly carried out four large suitcases.

Feng Jun’s brows furrowed, “What’s this… are you moving in?”

As he asked, the Porsche started up quietly and turned away, very tactfully.

“We’ll leave after a couple of days,” Yang Yuxin replied softly, “Master Feng, if you have work, please attend to it first.”

As she spoke, she was deferential and modest, deliberately maintaining a low profile, but the aura of someone accustomed to authority was undeniable—just the car that brought her was telling of her not being an ordinary person.

Not to mention, she spoke with a Beijing accent.

Zhuang Haoyun watched her, furrowed his brow in thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, “Excuse me, are you Director Yang?”

At the question, Yang Yuxin turned her head, looking at him with a trace of surprise, “Yes, I am. And you are?”

Zhuang Haoyun gave a sheepish smile, “Just a nobody.”