Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 615 - What Happened to Keeping a Low Profile
Chapter 615: Chapter 615: What Happened to Keeping a Low Profile?
Chapter 615: Chapter 615: What Happened to Keeping a Low Profile?
Yang Yuxin had no problems with following Feng Jun. She was not from Luohua Manor, nor did she have cultivation needs.
The only tie she had with Luohua Manor was the development of the Chaoyang land.
However, that matter did not require her personal attention.
As long as she showed concern, the experts invited from the capital would worry about it. Naturally, no one would dare to act rashly.
As for Gu Jiahui? There was no need for her to worry. In the manor, Xiao Hui didn’t have to worry about her personal safety.
Moreover, she was considered an old-timer in the manor and had a good relationship with Zhang Caixin. Who would dare to slight her?
But Feng Jun couldn’t just take Yang Yuxin and leave.
If it were up to his temperament, he would’ve wished to depart today—given the power, everyone would like to avenge grievances without delay.
However, living in this world, nobody could act solely as they wish. Feng Jun also faced a dilemma: if he left, what should be done with the person trapped in the misty trapping formation?
That person was an accomplice of Qingcheng and a spy, and to Master Feng, deservedly so, dead without pity. The problem was: the person was in the formation!
Feng Jun could enter the misty trapping formation, kill this individual, or activate the formation to exhaust the person to death as soon as possible.
But since the misty trapping formation had never trapped someone before, it finally had a test subject, and one who was a martial master level cultivator at that—quite rare in the Earth Realm. Feng Jun couldn’t bear to kill him, always thinking of making the best use of everything.
Yet allowing this person to be trapped in the formation while he went to Qingcheng made Feng Jun feel that decision was a bit rash.
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After all, the trapping formation hadn’t been tested and was in a “likely needs improvement” state. If the person really broke out of the formation after his departure, not being able to observe first-hand and collect data, let alone the possibility of the escapee fleeing.
He thought this concern was necessary, even though there were masters like Gazi and Zhang Caixin in Luohua Manor.
It wasn’t that he distrusted his disciples, but rather… everyone’s cultivation system was fundamentally different.
The enemy was a weak martial master, seemingly unable to defeat Gazi. With the addition of the other five disciples, the likelihood of escape was indeed very small.
But… what if? What if the person had some unique techniques to withstand these disciples?
Never underestimate any opponent, especially those who are desperate to survive from the brink of death.
This principle, Feng Jun understood very well, with countless examples in the Mobile Phone Plane.
Therefore, he stayed in the manor for three more days, confirming that the one who entered the formation had indeed lost the ability to break out due to freezing and hunger. Only then, on one quiet night, did he silently enter the misty trapping formation.
The next morning, Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin booked a flight to Jin City for the afternoon.
At noon, Zhuang Haoyun came to Luohua Manor again, bringing some quirky items, including two Daoist scriptures—one from the Zhuang Family Cave and another he gathered from outside, both handwritten ancient texts.
Regrettably, Feng Jun was still not interested in those items. To be fair, the Zhuang Family’s Daoist scripture had some merit, mainly about Alchemy Dao. The other scripture, however, was totally off the mark.
Feng Jun took photos of the scripture from the Zhuang Family, expressing at the same time, “I’m just enriching my library. I’m truly not interested in this.”
The Alchemy Path is actually an important branch of the Daoist Sect, which created the first chemists on the Earth Plane. However, Feng Jun was too unfamiliar with it and didn’t want to waste time figuring it out.
In terms of the reliability of alchemy, it had to be the Mobile Phone Plane—there was already an alchemy system there, along with many natural treasures, making research conditions incomparable to those here.
Feng Jun could trust most elixirs from the Mobile Phone Plane, but he was skeptical of the Alchemy Dao from the Earth Plane—these folks dared to use things like arsenic and mercury for alchemy, which hardly inspired confidence.
Zhuang Haoyun wasn’t too disappointed. Such lucky encounters not coming to fruition once or twice was perfectly normal.
When he heard that Feng Jun was planning a trip to the Shu Region, he couldn’t help but urge, “Since you are going out, why not visit Pingyang with me first?”
He was determined to squander the heritage left by his ancestors.
After some thought, Feng Jun kindly declined, “I definitely need to visit Shu Region first. So… when I return, if there’s time, I’ll fly directly to Bingzhou.”
Even though he didn’t immediately seek revenge in Qingcheng, delaying for too long wasn’t good either; it would cast doubt on his family’s abilities.
Zhuang Haoyun, having no choice, could only nod in agreement.
That evening at seven o’clock, Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin landed at the Jin City airport.
Director Yang arranged for a pickup—her cousin and a female cousin drove a Mercedes-Benz van to meet them.
Yang Yuxin’s family is originally from the Shu Region’s Zizhou, with her great-grandfather’s brothers moving to the provincial capital, Jin City. However, after the founding of the country, many capable descendants of the Yang Family moved to the capital to develop further.
The Yang Family was not particularly prosperous, and there weren’t many of them in Jin City—totaling no more than a hundred men and women. Some were in government while others were in business, with a couple of significant figures in the business world. Yet, there were few in government who were noteworthy.
The truly outstanding members of the Yang Family are all serving as officials in Beijing or in other places and must be discreet in their hometown.
However, the influence of the Yang Family in Jin City is not small at all; it’s just imperceptible to ordinary people.
This time Yang Yuxin returned without much fanfare, but even so, the two cousins responsible for picking her up at the airport were not to be taken lightly—one was a deputy division-level cadre, the other a tycoon with a net worth over a hundred million and CEO of an advertising company.
It seemed she had already said something, for although those two occasionally glanced at Feng Jun, they did not initiate conversation with him. The proper banter was among the three siblings of the Yang family, chattering nonstop.
The accommodation was arranged in a resort village, and specifically in a detached villa-style room, which appeared to have few occupants.
But anyone thinking this place was deserted would be sorely mistaken—the rooms were terrifyingly luxurious and spotlessly clean. Feng Jun couldn’t recognize most of the foreign liquor in the wine cabinet, but he did know Maotai and Wuliangye.
Within ten minutes of entering the villa, a waiter delivered a variety of steaming snacks, compliments of the resort, along with a menu for them to order meals.
Yang Yuxin said that it was getting late and she didn’t want to eat too much, so she casually ordered a couple of dishes. Only after opening a bottle of wine and pouring it did she begin to talk, mentioning that her return this time was for private matters and all she needed was a car and a driver arranged for her.
Since the conversation was behind closed doors, the deputy division-level cousin relaxed quite a bit, saying, “Yuxin, just say whatever you need; this is your homecoming after all. You’ve already been very low-key; no need to stand on ceremony.”
Yang Yuxin glanced at Feng Jun, “I’m here on business with Master Feng. We’ll definitely get in touch when we need your help.”
The cousin stopped talking, but the pretty cousin with a fair degree of attractiveness asked with a laugh, “Yuxin, what exactly is the relationship between you and Master Feng?”
“Yujia, don’t joke around,” Yang Yuxin quickly darkened her expression, “Master Feng is not someone we can afford to offend casually. His magical powers are immense, and his cultivation profound. Compared to him, we are nothing but ordinary mortals.”
The two cousins had heard that Yang Yuxin was accompanied by a VIP and, upon seeing Feng Jun, had thought he was a scion from some family, and thus did not dare to act rashly.
But when they learned that this person was a cultivator, they couldn’t help but suspect: could Yuxin be possessed by demons?
Yang Yujia’s eyes flickered, “Master Feng, we have Emei and Qingcheng here, and there are quite a few masters as well. I wonder what you think of them?”
Feng Jun glanced at her, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and spoke languidly, “You’ll find out in time.”
Seeing his evasive answer, Yang Yujia felt even more contemptuous— if you could critique a few people, that would at least show dedication and justify your place in the circle. With this kind of attitude, what am I supposed to say?
So she became more convinced that this was probably just a pretty boy freeloader and that her sister Yuxin had been duped, possibly losing both money and heart.
If the Gu Family were to see this, they wouldn’t stand for it, but the Yang Family was somewhat more forbearing—Yang Yuxin had widowed for the Gu Family for many years and raised her children well. Wasn’t she allowed a little personal happiness in her remaining years?
As for swindling money, so long as this young master didn’t get too greedy, the Yang Family could accept it.
Thus, upon leaving, Yang Yujia gave Feng Jun a deep look filled with a warning: Young man, you should know where to draw the line.
Feng Jun had indeed sensed this odd atmosphere, but he felt no need to pay much attention to it.
Early the next morning, the car arranged by the Yang Family arrived. Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin got quite a shock upon exiting the villa—what was this supposed to mean?
A police car had been sent, marked by unmistakable police insignia and topped with a row of flashing lights.
Next to the car stood a female police officer, striking in appearance and nearly six feet tall, which Feng Jun thought made her taller than himself.
He glanced at Yang Yuxin, “I thought we agreed on being low-key, Director Yang?”
Driving around in a police car, along with a tall and attractive female police officer—it seemed more like trying to gain fans than keeping a low profile, didn’t it?
Yang Yuxin was startled and took out her mobile phone, “Never mind, I’ll find someone else to borrow a car from.”
Director Yang’s connections in Jin City were truly solid. In just over ten minutes, a Cadillac arrived.
The driver exited, made a phone call, recognized Yang Yuxin, pointed to the car beside him, and left without another word—completely straightforward.
As Feng Jun and Yang Yuxin headed towards the car, who could have expected the volleyball-playing police officer to stride over with her long legs, swiftly reaching the car and blocking the driver’s side door?
She glanced at Yang Yuxin, then stared at Feng Jun, asking solemnly, “Why won’t you take my car?”
For someone unaware of the context, it might seem like she was interrogating a criminal.
“I’m travelling to handle matters,” Feng Jun replied with a mixture of laughter and helplessness, looking at her, “If it can be avoided, I’d prefer not to deal with police cars in this lifetime.”
The policewoman looked at him, responding firmly, “But there’s safety; I’m under orders to ensure your safety.”
Seeing her persistently questioning Feng Jun, an inexplicable hint of jealousy began to rise in Yang Yuxin’s heart, “Your capabilities are actually not enough to guarantee our safety.”
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