Super Soldier in Campus-Chapter 779 - 784

"A POS machine!" Lin Feng exclaimed, pointing incredulously at the device in the white-bearded old man’s hands. In reality, Lin Feng had already accepted that the old man was a magical cultivator and had been expecting him to ask for a house or something similar as an equivalent exchange... He never imagined the old man would actually pull out a POS machine. This simply shattered all his prior beliefs! A cultivator, said to be as transcendent as an immortal, was actually a businessman who set up a stall on the street every day with a POS machine?! This was... too trendy, right?!

"What’s wrong? Can a young lad like you not accept this? Did you think that all cultivators are clueless old fossils?" The white-bearded old man laughed as he spoke to Lin Feng. "Although there are indeed people like that, young man, do you know why an old man like me, decades old, still has to come out and set up a stall to earn money from time to time? It’s all because of that granddaughter of mine who spends all day on Taobao... Sigh, why did modern people have to make technology so advanced? Years ago, my sweet granddaughter was a pure homebody, the type who was too lazy to go out shopping even if she had money. Now, although she still rarely goes out, she spends tens of millions a year on Taobao buying all sorts of little trinkets. Tell me, isn’t that infuriating? If this keeps up, I’m seriously considering whether I should go find that Sima Yun and give him a piece of my mind! It’s all that kid’s fault. With so many legitimate businesses to run, why did he have to get into online shopping? Isn’t that just asking for trouble?"

Lin Feng was at a loss for words. Of course, he knew Sima Yun was the newly crowned richest man in China, chairman of the country’s largest shopping site, Taobao. Who could have thought that even reputedly reclusive cultivators couldn’t withstand the allure of Taobao...

But then again, this more than explained how Sima Yun became the richest man in China...

After chatting for a while, Lin Feng finally chose the books he wanted to buy. Besides the Five Elements Escape Technique, which was practically forced on him, he also picked a manual worth tens of millions called the Mystery Deduction Technique.

According to the white-bearded old man, this Mystery Deduction Technique, along with the Mind Reading Technique, were considered core arts of his Tianji Sect.

The Mystery Deduction Technique wasn’t for fortune-telling, but rather a skill for finding clues or tracking things. The reason it was for sale was that its results were not always completely accurate.

It is said that the Great Dao has fifty aspects, while heavenly machinations account for forty-nine, meaning the Way of Heaven is never truly complete. Thus, even celestial calculations cannot predict everything with absolute certainty.

However, Lin Feng had just experienced Long Xiaoyun’s kidnapping. He now understood the importance of intelligence; without it, even with his combat prowess, he was just aimlessly flailing about. That was why he was determined to buy the Mystery Deduction Technique.

As for the other manuals, Lin Feng either couldn’t discern their use or didn’t find them particularly appealing, so he didn’t pay them much mind. He was somewhat tempted by the Heavenly Vision manual, which claimed to allow one to see the true essence of all things. However, the white-bearded old man, whether he was crazy or not, had priced it at an outrageous fifty million, leaving Lin Feng to just roll his eyes speechlessly.

"I never would have guessed a young lad like you would have so much money..." The white-bearded old man sized Lin Feng up with astonishment, exclaiming repeatedly, "I underestimated you. I thought you’d struggle to buy even one manual, but you bought two. Not bad, not bad at all..."

"Mr. Lu, you’re too kind. It was just a bit of unexpected luck..." Lin Feng chuckled, then nonchalantly took out his bank card. Without batting an eye, he swiped thirteen million on the white-bearded old man’s POS machine.

"Now, Mr. Lu, can you give me that cultivation advice?" Lin Feng asked, holding the two books and smiling at the old man.

"Haha, good... good..." the white-bearded old man said, his smile becoming radiant as Lin Feng’s payment went through smoothly. "You’ve made a sale for this old man! Now I can probably have a few days of peace without Little Jiaqi kicking me out to set up the stall. Since you’re so generous, young man, this old man can’t be stingy. Besides the advice I promised, I’ll give you an extra piece of wisdom for free!"

"I’m all ears..." Lin Feng looked at the white-bearded old man with an expectant gaze.

"The first thing I want to remind you is that the Yin Yang Life Changing Needle isn’t just for altering one’s constitution; it can also help you break through acupoints and improve your cultivation..." The old man paused, as if waiting for Lin Feng to digest this information.

Lin Feng was taken aback, his mind buzzing as if it were about to explode. The Yin Yang Life Changing Needle could also help break through acupoints? This meant he could potentially create legions of Inner Strength experts!

"The Yin Yang Life Changing Needle... if it didn’t have this kind of efficacy, how could it live up to the ’Life Changing’ part of its name? However, I must remind you that its ability to alter constitutions or break through acupoints can only be used once on any single person. A second use will have no effect," the white-bearded old man said with a grave expression. "It might even cause adverse reactions... Don’t be greedy!"

"I understand..." Lin Feng paused for a moment before replying seriously.

"Additionally... I have one more piece of advice for you..." The white-bearded old man looked up at the sky above Lin Feng’s head and said solemnly, "Remember this: in the next month or two, when you feel it’s necessary to go north, be sure to follow your heart..."

What did he mean by that? Lin Feng, his eyes wide with puzzlement, glanced at the old man.

"Don’t look at me like that..." The old man shook his head and said in a serious tone, "This is the result of a divination I performed for you using my ancestral technique. Just remember that sentence. When the time comes, you’ll understand what it means..."

"...So you’re basically telling me nothing!" Lin Feng said with a somewhat helpless, wry smile.

"Humph! Ungrateful brat! You have no idea what those so-called dignitaries would pay for a single word of advice from me! Count yourself lucky!" The white-bearded old man stood up, looking quite displeased. He flicked his sleeve, and then, a bizarre gust of wind suddenly howled past.

The wind was so strong it rustled the leaves of the trees lining the street, forcing Lin Feng to squint. When he opened his eyes again, the old man was nowhere to be seen.

The white-bearded old man, along with his simple bookstall, had vanished on the spot. If it weren’t for the two aging, yellowed books still in his hands, Lin Feng might have truly thought he had just been daydreaming...