Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 154: Spirit Stone Ore (Two Updates)

Feng Jun had no other choice with this move, as there were too many and too mixed points of light on the screen, and it was all too easy to tap the wrong one.

Plus, both the ores and finished products displayed on the screen, and he could even imagine that the grey points of light taking up the most space were most likely “Refined Copper Ore”—yes, the very copper coins that everybody carried around.

In such a case, to preferentially select the items he needed, he definitely had to limit the search conditions.

However, to his disappointment, after changing the search condition to “Immortal Crystal” and re-entering the room, there wasn’t a single point of light on the big screen.

After thinking it over, he stepped out of the room again and changed “Immortal Crystal” to “Spirit Stone”—since the mortal term didn’t work, he might as well try the name from the Earth Realm.

And believe it or not, this change actually worked pretty well. When he re-entered the room, he found a small purple point of light appearing in the upper left corner.

He reached out with his left hand, trembling as he tapped the purple point of light…

The next moment, four dazzling characters nearly blinded him, “Spirit Stone Ore.”

“Holy shit, holy shit… Holy fucking shit, there actually is Spirit Stone Ore?”

Feng Jun desperately exited WeChat, his mind unable to calm down for a long time.

At this moment, he truly wished he could smack himself hard several times. He had wandered aimlessly around this plane like a headless fly, never once considering the possibility of using a mobile app to locate Spirit Stones.

How utterly ignorant and stupid I was.

But then, he quickly found a way to console himself: after all, his initial plight had been too dire. Since entering his phone consumed a vast amount of energy points, he was reluctant to conduct too many tests.

It was only after some time managing spaces within the mobile phone and real society that he could find a path to wealth and improve his situation in both realms.

With the improvement of his situation, it became easier to obtain energy points, and only then did he have the confidence to conduct more tests, didn’t he?

So, no matter what you do, there is an inevitable process of adaptation and accumulation. Those with better conditions and more resources can escape the accumulation phase quicker and take fewer detours.

In any case, discovering this now wasn’t too late; in fact, one might even say it was somewhat early.

Had it not been for Lang Zhen and the Tian Family members killing two martial masters from the Wonderful Hand Pavilion, he wouldn’t have steeled his heart to perform such tests for who knows how much longer.

As he pondered this, he felt a vibration in his right hand. Turning his head, he saw that his mobile phone was signaling a low battery alert—with only 15% battery left.

The Zhongxia mobile phone he used wasn’t particularly power-hungry; when he had entered WeChat earlier, his phone had 98% battery. Who could have predicted that after just a few tests, only 15% remained?

Turning on a personal hotspot was indeed a huge drain on the battery.

Feng Jun made up his mind that the next time he entered the mobile phone, he would definitely connect to a power bank—he simply couldn’t imagine what would become of his data self in the phone if it shut down due to a dead battery.

After plugging in the charger, he stood up and walked outside with ease.

And sure enough, Brother Bao had entered the courtyard. He had brought some fine tea from Lord Beiyuan Mansion as a gift for the Divine Doctor to sample.

Lang Zhen and the others told Brother Bao that the Divine Doctor was busy and not to disturb him, but Brother Bao didn’t mind. Instead, he chatted merrily with them, subtly probing to find out what had happened the previous night.

Lang Zhen had no interest in entertaining him, and Deng Lao Er, not wanting to lose face, responded half-heartedly, but his stories were all about the Three Heroes of the Yu Family.

As Feng Jun approached, Brother Bao immediately greeted him with a smile, “Divine Doctor, you don’t seem to be in high spirits. Would you like to try some tea I just brought from home? This is a tribute tea, and the entire Earl’s mansion only gets three and a half kilograms a year.”

Feng Jun slumped into a chair and spoke listlessly, “I’m not particularly interested in tea, Brother Bao. The intruders in my courtyard last night have been wiped out by me. What do you want to know?”

“Wiped out?” Brother Bao repeated in astonishment, then his eyes brightened, “Did they not give any testimony?”

“I’m puzzled,” Feng Jun said with an annoyed glance, “how someone as curious as you managed to live to this age. It’s quite an achievement.”

Even if Brother Bao was a bit unconventional in his thinking, hearing this comment made his face turn slightly red. Just as he was about to respond, he saw the Divine Doctor’s eyes light up as he cheerfully addressed someone outside, “Huan Huan, where did you run off to just now?”

Huan Huan was still a toddler. Though his living conditions had been poor before, his life had improved recently, making him a lot more lively. After all, children easily forget unpleasant experiences.

However, he was aware of who truly cared for him. In response to Feng Jun’s question, he held his fingers to his mouth and answered happily, “I went, I went… I went to catch little fish. I got hungry, so I came back to eat.”

“Go wash your hands first!” came another child’s voice, firm despite its youthfulness. Feifei walked over, pushing a small cart with steaming hot rice and dishes on it.

Upon seeing the rice, Feng Jun felt hungry again, so he grabbed a bowl and began shoveling it into his mouth, mumbling through his food, “Old Lang, discuss with Tian Yangni and draft a list of people who have appeared around here the last few days for me.”

However, Lang Zhen didn’t respond to him; instead, he gaped in astonishment, his face filled with disbelief, “I mean, you just ate so much, how can you be… again?”

Only then did Feng Jun realize, even though he had been in the WeChat space for quite some time, not much time had actually passed in the real world…

After finishing his meal, he dug out a spare mobile phone, switched the SIM card into it, and strolled outside with a leisurely pace.

This was his third mobile phone; in fact, he had brought ten phones into the space with him, fearing wear and tear—after all, he was already a multimillionaire, this little expense was nothing to him.

At this moment, Feng Jun took out his mobile phone, of course, to locate that Spirit Stone—this was non-negotiable, absolutely necessary.

Feng Jun also knew that frequently entering the mobile phone space wasn’t good, and it was only proper to rest a bit before entering again.

But he just couldn’t control himself—verifying his guess and obtaining the Spirit Stone were within reach, and he was too excited to wait.

After two rounds of location tracking, he arrived at the riverside, and as he watched the turbulent currents, he was a bit stunned: Damn it, the Spirit Stone is actually in the river?

Feng Jun could swim, and he was quite skillful at that, but he didn’t know this water, and just by looking at it, it seemed rather ominous.

Moreover, Lang Zhen had mentioned that exotic beasts were more likely to appear in water, and it was dangerous to jump in recklessly.

These exotic beasts weren’t the likes of gorillas and hedgehogs, those were called Spirit Beasts; exotic beasts were like… the scorpions that Feng Jun encountered in the Gobi Desert, with their strong offensive and defensive capabilities.

Feng Jun stared at the river for a long while, then looked around, hoping to find a boat.

Now that he had come to the riverside, no matter what, he intended to try to find the Spirit Stone.

Unfortunately, there were no boats; the area was quite remote, and with the recent heavy rains, the river had risen and was not conducive to fishing.

However, in the next moment, he saw a boat floating down from upstream, and it wasn’t particularly small, either—it was a double-decker.

So he raised his hand and waved vigorously at the boat, “Come here, over here, I need the boat.”

At that moment, the boat was still quite far from him, and judging by its momentum, it seemed unlikely that it would be able to stop in time.

Just then, he heard a voice behind him, “Divine Doctor, I’ve brought you the PPSh-41. Should we forcibly stop the boat?”

Deng Lao Da hurried over, holding an umbrella in one hand and the PPSh-41 submachine gun in the other.

In Feng Jun’s small team, everyone had become accustomed to various novel gadgets and even knew their proper names. However, without permission from the Divine Doctor, no one dared to use them recklessly.

Like this “PPSh-41,” the Deng Family Brothers had witnessed its power with their own eyes, but even when Feng Jun wasn’t around, they wouldn’t dare to touch it—what if it was a device that recognized its owner?

In fact, Deng Lao Er had once secretly tried to pull the trigger, but much to his regret, he didn’t know that he should release the safety lock before pulling it.

But that’s a different story; as soon as Deng Lao Da saw that the Divine Doctor was summoning the boat and those on board seemed indifferent, his first instinct was to get physical.

This also revealed what kind of attitude people had in this realm. Deng Tianxiang was renowned in Feng Jun’s team for not being a troublemaker, yet seeing someone not heeding orders, he was prepared to take forceful action.

Feng Jun was also slightly surprised, glancing at him as if to say, “So now you’ve learned to take lives lightly?”

However, after a second thought, he felt it wasn’t a big deal; the Deng Family originally made their living escorting caravans, so resorting to fists to communicate was very normal for them. Expecting them to act like civil gentlemen would truly be laughable.

Yet, as the boat drew closer, Deng Lao Da shut his mouth, for he recognized the people on board.

At the bow, two men stood with their hands clasped behind their backs; one of them, with a face like a painting, appeared somewhat delicate but possessed a dashing charm—it was the second son of the Yu Family.

The second son, enjoying the rainy mountain scenery, turned to glance at someone waving from the riverbank. At first, he simply took a casual look, then did a double-take, before scrutinizing, “The one by the river… is that the Divine Doctor?”

“It is indeed the Divine Doctor,” the Intermediate Level Martial Master beside him replied with the utmost respect, “It seems he wishes to board the boat.”

“Then… let them board,” the second son frowned, then made up his mind, “But remember to charge a fee.”

Charge a fee? The Intermediate Level Martial Master’s eyes widened in shock, “Second young master, this person is someone whom the Tian Family has been trying to curry favor with immensely.”

The second son looked at him, snorted coldly, and a slight cold smile played at his lips, “Can someone truly capable be won over with petty favors? To deal with matters on their merit, that is the way of the strong. To prattle on about favors and grudges, mixing up priorities… one ends up the lesser for it.”