Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 585 - Ascendant Phase (Third update plea for

Chapter 585 -585: Ascendant Phase? (Third update, plea for monthly votes) Chapter 585 -585: Ascendant Phase? (Third update, plea for monthly votes) Indeed, those worthy of the title “Heavenly Master” are never easy to deal with.

Upon hearing Tang Wenji say so, Feng Jun didn’t want to beat around the bush anymore—being a man, he couldn’t be more coy than a woman.

Thus, he spoke frankly, “I’m actually quite interested in some of the talismans of Maoshan… for research purposes.”

This answer fell within Tang Wenji’s expectations. She nodded slightly, “Hmm, and then?”

Feng Jun lit up another cigarette, “You might doubt that this ancestral tablet is a storage magical artifact, but I can prove it is, and then help you retrieve some items from it… I can also store some items back in it, but I can’t help for nothing.”

When Tang Wenji heard this, she finally let out a sigh of relief—at last, you’ve put forward your demands.

Truth be told, her biggest worry had been that the other party wouldn’t care for the trivial offerings of Maoshan, but as long as there were demands, there was room for negotiation.

Speaking of which, it seemed as though Maoshan was undermining its own prestige; after all, as a direct line of the Shangqing, could it really be apprehensive about being looked down upon?

But in reality, that was precisely the case. Maoshan indeed had its pride and would not tolerate any offense. However, as a sect involved in worldly affairs, they had to consider more than just pride; survival and development were also key concerns.

If Maoshan was adamant about not allowing any affront to its pride, with Dragon Phoenix Mountain’s Descendants’ Temple being hailed as the abode of the Heavenly Master, while they could only be called Little Celestial Masters, how could they possibly swallow such an insult?

Disregarding secular factors, they would have marched straight to Dragon Phoenix Mountain, and the subsequent survival of their lineage would likely have been… well, doomed.

Now facing Feng Jun, a Little Celestial Master of Maoshan without a doubt faced someone not to be trifled with, so there was no need to mention pride. When seeking help, one can hardly afford to remain haughty.

Since the other party was willing to lend a hand, she was already quite content; it was perfectly reasonable to have demands.

Tang Wenji considered for a moment, and then nodded her head, “It is inherent for Daoist friends to share with each other; I can agree to that. However, I must state beforehand… the fundamental Dharma of Maoshan must not be viewed by Senior without restriction.”

Feng Jun looked at her with an almost smiling expression, “The request is reasonable enough, but which exact aspects constitute Maoshan’s fundamental Dharma?”

Tang Wenji was at a loss for words. She sighed after a long pause, “The lineage of Maoshan has developed to this day… with much of our Dharma lost.”

Upon hearing this, Feng Jun also sighed with gloom, which was entirely expected.

Even though the era of waning Dharma led to the scarcity of spiritual energy and the rarity of Natural Treasures, Maoshan was ultimately a place where Qi Refining Cultivators had emerged. If the lineage were complete, it wouldn’t be that hundreds of years would pass without a single Qi-Refining Practitioner emerging—geniuses might be rare, but their appearance shouldn’t be impossible.

So, the most likely scenario was that Maoshan’s inheritance had become incomplete.

As for what caused it? There were too many possibilities: perhaps wars, conflicts between Daoism and Buddhism, or even natural disasters… he had no interest in finding out.

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Therefore, he decided to settle for second best, “Well then, after the items are retrieved, let’s be fair. Anything that you deem reasonable for me to view and transcribe, you should not obstruct.”

His request was already quite magnanimous. Tang Wenji, with her decisive abilities, nodded without hesitation, “All right, but I’ll need to report to my father about this matter first; please be patient with me, Senior.”

“Hmm,” Feng Jun waved his hand dismissively with a hint of irritation—he didn’t bother to speak further. It should have been your father coming here personally, but he sent you instead. Isn’t this just a waste of time?

Thankfully, this Daoistess had considerable authority; otherwise, he may have really considered losing his temper.

Tang Wenji called her father, but he didn’t pick up the phone, and there was no response to her WeChat messages—Tang Tianshi did have WeChat, but he rarely used it, and even his official WeChat account was managed by a junior disciple.

However, fortunately, the old Tang surprisingly replied with a text, “In a meeting. Is it something urgent?”

He knew his daughter had gone to Zhengyang on his behalf for negotiation, and he understood that it must be a significant matter. But was it really that important?

Tang Wenji typed a line to reply, “Senior Feng determined that the ancestral tablet is a storage magical artifact. I am thinking of having him help retrieve the resources within.”

In the conference room of a provincial government residence, a high-crowned Daoist suddenly stood up. With a loud clang, he almost overturned the table, and the teacups set upon it were knocked over.

This Daoist had white hair and beard, his skin bearing a healthy hue, and he had the appearance of a wise sage as described in books, easily inspiring trust in others.

Tang Wangsun smiled apologetically at the podium, covering his stomach, and quickly left the room—though one could not miss this meeting without reason, heading to the restroom was allowed.

Tang Tianshi could not care for anything else at the moment; his heart was pounding with excitement. Could it be that the ancestral tablet was truly a storage magical artifact?

As the head of the lineage, he was privy to more information than Tang Wenji, having a clear understanding of the personality of the founder who revitalized their lineage, what actions he took, and how he ultimately perished.

Some of the previous lineage heads had even speculated that the many patterns on the ancestral tablet might conceal a treasure map left by the deceased founder. The revitalizing founder truly cared about Maoshan’s legacy and would have had the capability to leave something for Maoshan’s future.

So this ancestral tablet is a storage magical artifact, which also matches Tang Wangsun’s definition of the founding master.

Standing at the entrance of the venue, Tang Wangsun lowered his voice on the phone and repeatedly instructed Tang Wenji to wait for him to arrive before asking the other party to open the storage magical artifact.

Tang Tianshi was sixty-nine this year. In his youth, he was a dashing young Taoist, with profound cultivation skills, hence he had taken six wives and fathered eleven children; this youngest daughter was his most cherished.

However, this time, he uncharacteristically spoke with severity, “I can’t make it by noon, leaders from the National Religious Affairs Bureau are here. I’ll leave as soon as the afternoon meeting ends, and after arriving in Zhengyang, I can stay for two hours before heading to the capital overnight… You must wait for me to get there!”

As the head of the Maoshan lineage, how could he not be present for such a significant event?

Tang Wenji helplessly replied, “Dad, it’s not that I don’t want to give you face, but Senior Feng and the others have already set up the cameras… Can you assure me he won’t get angry? That’s a great cultivator we’re talking about!”

Tang Wangsun felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him. Yes, that was a great cultivator who didn’t even regard the founding master with high esteem.

He was well aware that the founding master was a genuine qi refining cultivator, as for his realm… at the very least, he was at the peak of the early-stage Qi Refinement, with a great possibility of being at the intermediate level.

In that era, he was undoubtedly the favored child of heaven among all the Daoist sects.

The master of Luohua Manor could use a storage magical artifact, which meant at the very least he was at the Qi Refinement Realm, and yet he dared to disregard the founding master, indicating the possibility of being at the detachment stage.

As for the legendary Golden Core Stage? Tang Wangsun thought it impossible. A thousand years ago, many branches of the Daoist and Buddhist sects unanimously declared: “No more golden core practitioners exist in this world.”

However, even if the master of Luohua Manor was not at the Golden Core Stage, just being at the detachment stage would qualify him to sweep through the entire cultivator community of Huaxia.

——In fact, being at the peak of early-stage Qi Refinement was already quite sufficient. Otherwise, how could the founding master have revitalized the glory of Maoshan with his power alone?

Understanding this cause and effect, he could only sigh in resignation, “Wenji, could you perhaps negotiate with him properly?”

“There’s no way to negotiate nicely,” Tang Wenji also sighed, “Dad, do you know? He’s waiting for you. When he saw me arriving instead, he nearly didn’t allow me inside the door with a sullen face. You’ve really put me in a tough spot, and I still have to put on a smile—because he has that kind of strength.”

You really have the nerve to complain! Tang Wangsun was also a bit angry, “I asked you to dress more formally before going. What is this mishmash of things you’re wearing!”

Tang Tianshi knew his daughter was of the stunningly talented type, reaching the “Inner Vision” cultivation level at a tender age, but because her path has been too smooth and being the daughter of the Heavenly Master, she looked down on almost everyone at Maoshan.

As for not wearing a Daoist robe and dyeing her hair into a mess, and riding a motorcycle to race, it was an expression of her rebellious psychology and a way to show off—this cultivation business, I do it with ease, and I still have time for other pursuits.

Despite how I’m dressed, when Maoshan needs me, I’m the one who has to deal with it.

Tang Wenji showed up at Luohua Manor in such attire because she thought she could easily handle the matter at Luohua—she was also aware that Feng Jun was a billionaire, but she felt she did not need to meet him in a Daoist robe.

Upon hearing her father’s reprimand, Tang Wenji felt a bit embarrassed. Indeed, she had misjudged the situation, but she didn’t think that donning a Daoist robe would make Feng Jun see her differently—there were a dozen people waiting outside the gate wearing Daoist robes already.

In fact, because she was always in such situations, she felt she was more adept at such mismatched handling.

So she replied, “Dad, you are the head of our lineage, the Heavenly Master, and I’m just your daughter. This is the fundamental issue, a matter of respect for the other party… It has nothing to do with what I’m wearing.”

Tang Wangsun was left speechless by her retort, thinking, if I could go, why wouldn’t I?—-

However, he was accustomed to being talked back to by this young daughter, so all he could do was settle for the next best thing, “Then you all sort it out. But… what he can see and what he can’t has to be decided by me.”

This demand was actually quite improper. So you don’t come, and whatever comes out of the storage magical artifact can’t be touched?

But handling such situations was second nature to Tang Wenji, and she vaguely answered, “Of course, just remember to hurry over.”

Truthfully, she had already decided that anything within her authority could be dealt with immediately; she wouldn’t wait for her dad’s instructions.

This was her usual practice, handling matters under her charge by acting first and reporting later was the norm. Even if there were slight improprieties, at worst, she’d just be scolded by her dad—and after all, she had already done it.

It precisely because of her sense of responsibility that she commanded such high respect among the Maoshan disciples, despite her non-mainstream appearance.

Indeed, the Little Celestial Master wasn’t just about using cultivation to command respect!

After hanging up the phone, she felt somewhat expectant: What could be inside the ancestral tablet?

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