Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 587 - The Attentive Ancestor

Chapter 587: Chapter 587: The Attentive Ancestor Chapter 587 -587: The Attentive Ancestor Tang Wenji turned off her mobile phone and then addressed the surrounding people with a gesture of her hands pressed together, “Everyone, please don’t film… Consider it a personal favor you’re doing for me.”

No one listened to her, not to mention those four, even Daoist Ma didn’t turn off his mobile phone. He was thinking—the four of them are outsiders, but I am not. Plus, what I am doing now is filming the whole process on behalf of Tang Tianshi.

In fact, Tang Wenji’s remarks were aimed at Yang Yuxin, and the words might not have been effective on the other three since they were from Luohua Manor.

But what kind of person was Director Yang? How could she possibly listen to her?

In her eyes, there was no one but Feng Jun—what was the Maoshan Sect to her?

It went without saying for those from Luohua Manor: you can do your live streaming, but if we want to film a bit in our own territory, you want to stop us?

Seeing this, Tang Wenji truly panicked and shouted loudly, “It’s a recording… It’s a recording, alright?”

Gu Jiahui couldn’t help but speak up, “Mom, that sister, she really seems to be recording.”

She was at the age where live broadcasting was just for fun, not for making money. One quarter of her classmates had started streaming, supporting each other by visiting each other’s rooms, and often gifting each other without minding the fees taken by the platform.

——Most of the students at her school wouldn’t care about such a small amount of money.

However, Yang Yuxin wasn’t listening to her and continued filming on her own, “Whether she’s recording or not, what’s that got to do with us?”

Before Gu Jiahui could speak, she heard Tang Wenji let out a sharp scream, “Ah, what is that?”

She looked up and saw Feng Jun taking out a pink… gemstone?

What was this thing that caused Tang Wenji to lose her composure? Gu Jiahui was puzzled.

Tang Wenji didn’t care how others saw her, she lunged forward, “Such… such strong spiritual energy! Master Feng, Senior Feng, this belongs to my Maoshan, you have to testify for me.”

“Contain yourself, restrain!” Feng Jun coughed lightly, looking at her helplessly, “Can I… can I still take things out or not?”

Tang Wenji certainly wanted his help to continue retrieving items, but as she looked at that piece of pink gemstone, she felt as though her body was almost out of control, like a moth to a flame in the darkness of night.

Her whole body couldn’t help but tremble, as if her soul was shuddering.

Suppressing that desire, she closed her eyes and spoke slowly, “Senior, please continue, I can control myself.”

Feng Jun silently smiled. On the Earth Plane, this kind of pink gemstone was an irresistible temptation for any Cultivator.

At the critical moment, someone stepped in to be the bad guy, Zhang Caixin snorted coldly, “Just a Spirit Stone, and it’s been used.”

“Spirit Stone?” Tang Wenji covered her mouth and took in a deep cold breath, almost sucking her not-so-large palm into her mouth.

She was sensitive to spiritual energy, so it was natural for her to react to the Spirit Stone, but she hadn’t expected it to be the legendary Spirit Stone.

About Spirit Stones, there were indeed records in Maoshan, but they didn’t mention that pink gemstones were Spirit Stones.

However, what made her gasp with shock was still happening. With a flick of the wrist, the big-headed doll produced another piece of pink gemstone, slightly lighter in color but with the same feeling.

Feng Jun had taken out four Spirit Stones from the Ancestral Tablet, all of which had been used. However, one of them was extremely bright red, retaining nearly eighty percent of its spiritual energy.

Seeing these four Spirit Stones of varying shades, not only were the others stunned, even Feng Jun himself could not believe it.

He muttered softly, “How many people did your Maoshan’s reviving ancestor actually rob?”

Generally speaking, the more intact the resources left for the descendants, the better. The founding ancestor left behind four used Spirit Stones, which obviously were not accumulated by himself but plundered from others.

Spirit Stones were very precious, and even he was reluctant to use them; this is why he put the Spirit Stones that still had some energy left into the Ancestral Tablet.

Tang Wenji’s eyes darted about, and in the end, she didn’t speak, just glared sideways at Senior Brother Ma.

Daoist Ma could hardly bear it any longer and, seeing this, promptly spoke up, “Senior Feng, the Spirit Stone should belong to my Maoshan Sect.”

Feng Jun glanced at him, then turned to Tang Wenji and noticed she had no intention of stopping him.

So he didn’t bother to invoke the rules, instead making a casual joke, “That won’t do. Was all my effort for nothing?”

“Senior Feng, I respect you as a senior,” Daoist Ma’s face darkened, at this point, arguing was inevitable, “but I am also determined to go all out. Your demand… is really too much.”

Feng Jun looked at Tang Wenji with interest, “Is this your wish too?”

Tang Wenji pondered for a moment, then answered earnestly, “Senior, all you desired was the records, wasn’t it?”

Feng Jun’s mischief escalated, “Then I wouldn’t know… do you have Spirit Stones?”

Tang Wenji thought for a moment, then pointed at the lightest-colored Spirit Stone, “You can only take that one away, that’s my bottom line.”

She didn’t know much about Spirit Stones, but she could feel that the value of that particular one was the lowest.

Feng Jun began to smile, “You’re really good at bargaining. You could actually accept me taking away two stones… right?”

He saw it clearly, when Tang Wenji indicated that his heart should only be on the records, she was already conceding—otherwise, her words would have been harsher.

He had no intention of taking advantage of the young, but since he was in the mood, teasing the other party a bit was only natural.

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Whether it was intentional or not, Xu Leigang also began to tease the female anchor, “The old rules of the jianghu say we should split it half when we meet.”

Coach Wang, feeling itchy to join in, couldn’t help but flirt as well, “If you don’t agree, the master can put it back for you!”

Tang Wenji’s reaction did not go beyond Feng Jun’s expectations. She was first taken aback, then actually burst into laughter, “If it’s about two pieces, such an important decision is beyond me… My father will come over tonight. How about we let him decide?”

Teletubby nodded, “That’s fine.”

After saying this, he walked into the villa.

Seeing this, everyone was a bit puzzled. Was the master… not going to continue?

Tang Wenji finally lost her composure, her face paling slightly. Biting her lip, she hesitated about whether or not to follow him inside.

But the next moment, Feng Jun came out, holding a jade box and smiling, “The Spirit Stone needs to be stored away, or its Spiritual Energy will easily dissipate.”

Before his voice had faded, a few loud cries came from the sky, “Caw, caw caw~”

Everyone looked up and saw a black crow circling in the sky ceaselessly.

Its feathers looked sleek and glossy, its eyes lively and extraordinary, fixated on the four Spirit Stones without a blink.

“King Crow?” Zhuang Haoyun couldn’t help but mutter softly. He was quite familiar with the legends surrounding Luohua Manor, but this was his first time seeing this deified crow.

Tang Wenji gave the crow a strange look, then stepped forward, opened the jade box, and placed the Spirit Stone inside.

The cries of King Crow grew louder, “Caw caw~” It was clearly displaying its anger.

Tang Wenji’s mind, however, was not on the crow, at least not for the moment. She looked down at the jade box, then at the jade stone house not far away, and nodded thoughtfully—these jade stones really seemed to come from the same place.

Feng Jun did not stop taking things out of the Ancestral Tablet; he then pulled out several stacks of ancient-looking envelopes—if you could call them envelopes.

Tang Wenji’s eyes lit up again, as she was no stranger to such items, “Encased Talisman!”

Apart from the Encased Talisman, there were dozens of Talisman Pouches filled with Talismans.

There were also hundreds of jars of aged wine, hundreds of… quilts?

Feng Jun had grown to admire the reinventing ancestor in his heart; how could you fit so many things inside?

You might not be tired of stuffing them, but I am tired of taking them out.

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He couldn’t fathom how this Maoshan ancestor could have such a severe crisis mindset—why stuff everything inside?

Fortunately, the storage space in the Ancestral Tablet was only thirty cubic meters; otherwise, who knows how much more stuff he would have crammed in there.

The last items he took out were two jade boxes containing a horsetail whisk and a brown stone.

Zhang Caixin took a deep breath, “Is that everything now?”

“Yes,” exhaled Feng Jun, and then turned to Tang Wenji, “I must say, the items left by your ancestor… should be enough for Maoshan to rebuild its gatehouse, no?”

Tang Wenji nodded unreservedly, “During his lifetime, the ancestral master loved to promote the younger generations. The items taken out today… also match the ancestral master’s character.”

Zhuang Haoyun couldn’t help but murmur softly, “How intense must your ancestor’s sense of crisis have been.”

“Hm?” On hearing this, Tang Wenji’s brows furrowed and she looked at him coldly, “Although I’ve agreed that Maoshan’s grudges with you are settled, if you keep being disrespectful, believe it or not, I’ll beat you up?”

Feng Jun nodded silently to himself; that’s right, with your usual style, this is how you should talk.

Zhuang Haoyun’s nose was nearly crooked with annoyance. Although he was a layman, he was also a billionaire; how many people dared to talk to him like this?

Your Maoshan has an ancestor on the cultivation path, but my Zhuang Family does too. Really, there’s no need to show off like this.

But he knew he really couldn’t beat this young woman. Although he didn’t know how strong Xu Leigang was, he had seen the strength of Lu Xiaoning.

He didn’t think he could be stronger than someone who could provoke Lu Xiaoning to want to take action—especially not a girl.

But he just couldn’t swallow this slight, so with a turn of his eyes, he walked over to Feng Jun.

Feng Jun wasn’t focused on their bickering but instead looked at Tang Wenji, “Can I have a look at these books and records now?”

In the beginning, Tang Wenji didn’t think the reinventing ancestor would have left much behind—his character was impeccable, but to have passed down some scriptures, a few Talismans, ensuring the continuation of Maoshan, would have been sufficient.

That’s why she valued the books and records so much, but now, she was overwhelmed… There were so many items.

Especially since there were legendary items like the Spirit Stone, Array Plate, and Magic Artifacts.

She was so preoccupied that she could hardly consider Feng Jun’s question.

Zhuang Haoyun walked up next to Feng Jun and whispered, “Master, our Zhuang Family also has some old relics.”

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