Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 69: The Brain Hole of a Master

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: The Brain Hole of a Master

Translator: 549690339

Feng Jun detected the malice in Hao Ge’s voice and simply stood up, leaving the warmth of the fire.

Once the market was over, he planned to leave this place. It wasn’t worth stirring up trouble over a few harsh words.

Seeing him walk away, Hao Ge’s face darkened slightly. At that moment, Ding Family’s second son spoke, “Feng Ge is just like that, cold on the outside, warm on the inside. Hao Ge, don’t take it to heart… he saved my Xiao Douzi’s life.” “Oh?” Hao Ge glanced at him, nodded slightly, and spoke emotionlessly, “Those with ability often have a bit of pride.”

Feng Jun sat on his camp bed and pulled out another cigarette to light, when someone approached and reached out a hand to him.

Feng Jun glanced at Lang Zhen, silently handed over a cigarette, and passed the lighter as well.

Lang Zhen didn’t take the lighter but instead took the burning cigarette from his hand and used it to light his own.

Taking a deep drag, he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and succinctly uttered four words, “You’re very wasteful.”

Feng Jun was stunned for a while before he realized what the other person was referring to.

So using a lighter to light a cigarette was too wasteful, since there was already a lit one, you might as well use that to light your own.

The people of this realm lived so frugally. He chuckled, replying nonchalantly, “I’m used to it.”

Lang Zhen didn’t argue with him but just plopped down beside him.

After another puff of smoke, Lang Zhen spoke up, his words still succinct, “What brings you here?”

Feng Jun turned his head to look at him and, after a moment’s thought, pulled out an item and handed it over, “I’m looking for more of these sorts of things.”

What he held was none other than the Jade Gourd Pendant he had bought for a hundred yuan in the Earth Realm.

He had never mentioned his purpose to anyone, but considering Lone Wolf had seen the world, he showed him the object.

Lang Zhen held the cigarette in his mouth, reached out with his single arm to take the Jade Gourd, briefly examined it, and weighed it in his hand. He snorted unimpressedly and casually handed it back, “So it’s for breaking rocks.”

Feng Jun was now defiant, “Breaking rocks? Do you know where this thing can be found?”

“Of course, I do,” Lang Zhen answered casually, then spoke with certainty, “You’re not here for this object. Tell me your real purpose.”

Feng Jun felt elated inside but wore a hesitant expression on his face, “You know where to find this item?”

“Hmm,” Lang Zhen hummed softly, squinting his eyes, dragging on his cigarette, and said no more.

Feng Jun thought for a bit and then chuckled dryly, “Well, besides this object… I came for cultivation.”

He knew that Lang’s sister referred to martial arts as cultivation, or practice, so he, of course, had to speak of cultivation.

Cultivation naturally referred to the path of immortality, not just mere martial training.

Lang Zhen turned his head in surprise at the word ‘cultivation’, his face a capital letter of bafflement, “Cultivation?”

You’ve never heard of cultivation? Feng Jun scratched his head and came up with another term, “I mean… cultivation of immortality!”

Lang Zhen’s mouth hung open, even more baffled, “Cultivation of immortality?”

“Tsk, you haven’t even heard of that?” Feng Jun clicked his tongue in frustration, “You must at least know about Xianxia, right?”

This time, Lang Zhen was not more bewildered, but not much better off either, blinking and wondering, “Xianxia?”

Sheesh, how can I not make you understand? Feng Jun spread his hands in helplessness, “I’m talking about the cultivation path, immortality cultivation, breaking through oneself, seeking eternal life… you don’t understand any of these?”

“Shh,” Lang Zhen lifted a finger to his lips and looked around, whispering, “Remember, do not speak casually of ‘immortality cultivation’.”

This time, it was Feng Jun’s turn to be startled, “Why can’t I mention it?”

“Because those people possess vast divine skills,” Lang Zhen spoke expressionlessly, “Actually, I’ve known what you meant all along, I just wanted to hear those words from your mouth.”

What? Feng Jun almost thought he had misheard. After a pause, he looked at the other with an expression as if constipated, gritting his teeth, he asked, “What if I didn’t say it?”

Lang Zhen took another deep inhale of smoke and exhaled it before replying indifferently, “Then you’ll have to thinkof another term.”

Dammit, can’t you drop the sardonicism? Feng Jun felt a bit lost for words, “That’s really… sneaky!”

Lang Zhen turned his head again, looking earnestly at him, “Sneaky?”

Feng Jun felt completely defeated and so got straight to the point, “I’m here seeking an opportunity for cultivation.”

“Just say immortality cultivation,” Lang Zhen spoke nonchalantly, “I guessed as much already.”

Feng Jun grew increasingly speechless. You’re the one who told me not to say those words, and yet you say them so easily?

Is the top expert of Small Lake Village, who appears cold, actually a goof missing a few strings?

Seeing that he remained silent, Lang Zhen spoke again, “Really, don’t mention ‘immortality cultivation’ lightly. Didn’t your family warn you about this before you left home?”

Feng Jun stared blankly at him, a master, you’ve already said that word twice.

Seeing his dumb and silly look, Lang Zhen nodded with satisfaction, “It seems your family has told you about these… By the way, yesterday morning, was that a Cleaning Spell you used?”

Feng Jun stretched out his right hand, silently crushed the cigarette butt, then pulled out another cigarette and lit it with a lighter.

He didn’t know what to say anymore, at that moment, he missed a girl named Jing Jing a little.

So, not only are masters funny, but they also have super big imaginations.

“Alright, my apologies,” Lang Zhen grinned, “But I’m really curious, are the cultivation techniques of your clan not enough? Or are you… sent out by your clan for training?”

Feng Jun was silent again, waited a while, and upon seeing that the other party stopped talking, he cleared his throat and nodded solemnly, “You know it’s good, don’t go spreading it around.”

“I don’t know anything,” Lang Zhen shookhis head, “Maybe you were kicked out of your family, is that possible?”

Master, you’re truly experienced in escorting, all kinds of novel plots come so easy to you, Feng Jun was even more speechless.

Lang Zhen continued with his collection of novel plots, “Maybe you’ve been repudiated…”

“Stop there,” Feng Jun couldn’t bear it any longer, “I’m saying I am looking for opportunities for cultivation.”

“Alright, looking for opportunities,” Lang Zhen didn’t mind his tone, “But I still want to ask, if you really were repudiated, what do you think about my eldest sister…”

“Hmm?” Feng Jun hummed lightly, a dense murderous intent emerging in his eyes as he gritted his teeth and said, “I’m saying… stop!”

“Okay,” Lang Zhen sighed helplessly, “My eldest sister is actually not bad… Anyway, I’ll talk serious, the cultivation you’re talking about is a taboo subject among the common folk, once someone mentions it, they are certain to be slaughtered by cultivators.”

In fact, he didn’t dare to casually mention the word “cultivation,” so naturally, he changed it to “cultivation path,” thinking that this word substitution was indeed not bad.

Feng Jun waited a moment, and seeing that he did not elaborate further, then asked aloud, “Why can’t it be mentioned?”

Lang Zhen looked at him with startled eyes, still with a dumbfounded expression, “You… you don’t know?”

“I don’t know,” Feng Jun shook his head straightforwardly, “No one told me this.”

“That’s why you’re too green, you really need to come out for training,” Lang Zhen took the liberty of imagining the reasons, he stretched out his single arm to point at him, “Cultivation, it definitely involves resources, just like how my eldest sister and the others practice, they need Body Tempering Pills, Foundation Establishment Pills, and the like…”

Upon hearing the words “eldest sister,” Feng Jun almost lost his cool again.

But then, he froze, “Body Tempering… Pill, Foundation Establishment… Pill?”

“Didn’t the eldest sister mention it?” Lang Zhen sighed, this time with genuine sincerity, and a heavy heart, “I can’t afford them, there are just so many resources, and you guys in… cultivation, also need resources.”

“I understand,” Feng Jun nodded, now he truly understood, the materials of this plane can’t support everyone’s cultivation, hence the related resources are naturally monopolized by a small group of people.

He had no intention of pondering why Lone Wolf would consider him a cultivator, but that did not prevent him from taking advantage of this mistake, so he too sighed, “It’s okay without resources, getting some cultivation techniques can also do the job.”

This was a typical move of getting something for nothing, and an exceptionally clumsy method at that.

Being a cultivator already, why look for more cultivation techniques? Ordinary people would be the ones concerned with Immortal Cultivation Techniques, right?

With Lang Zhen’s wide experience, seeing through this charade really wouldn’t be too difficult.

But ironically, Lang Zhen had already made up his mind because ever since Feng Jun appeared, he had behaved too strangely.

Setting aside the hairstyle, dress, accent, and various oddities, just think about the blue and white pills, which made Lone Wolf daydream.

Just like Chief Jia, he was very certain that these were not ordinary pills, but ones that only cultivators could produce.

So, for such a clumsy excuse, Lang Zhen actually believed it.

He hesitated for a long time before finally speaking hesitantly, “As for this cultivation technique, there might be some clues.”

Feng Jun glanced at him in astonishment, “You have clues?”

“Cough, cough,” Lang Zhen coughed dryly, pulled out his tobacco pipe with one hand, proficiently loaded it with tobacco, and started smoking in silence.

His attitude was clear: Is it appropriate for you to ask me like this?

Feng Jun wanted to continue asking, but inexplicably felt a hint of malice. He turned his head and saw Jia Xingwang sitting by the fire pit, staring fiercely at him.

Clearly, he was very annoyed to see his future father-in-law having a pleasant chat with someone.

Just then, Lang Zhen spoke again, “About the cultivation technique, I still need to ask a friend, but, since I’ve helped you out, there’s a small condition that I hope Brother Feng can agree to.”

“What’s the condition?” As soon as Feng Jun asked, he realized it, he turned his head to look at Lang Zhen, astonished, “You’re not thinking of embarking on the cultivation path as well, are you?”

Lang Zhen sighed, but his eyes showed a flicker of fanaticism, “If possible, who wouldn’t want to practice? Not only do I want to, all my Lang family descendants do. Brother Feng, you have an impressive background, since we are fated to meet, I hope Brother Feng can show us some pity.”

Feng Jun bit back bitterly: You sure have a lot of confidence in me, but I’m having a hard time spinning the tale any further…

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