Big Data Cultivation
Chapter 908 - Chapter 908 Chapter 908 Mini Program

Chapter 908: Chapter 908: Mini Program Chapter 908: Chapter 908: Mini Program Feng Jun’s performance had thoroughly won over Old Man Su, who thought that this was indeed the demeanor a superior should possess.

Even Liang Zhongyu, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn’t help but nod secretly: “Their way of swindling money is much more high-end than mine!”

In fact, when Feng Jun produced four Pill Formulas, it wasn’t only because he was unsure of which formula would be more useful, but also to show Old Man Su: “Don’t think I’m coveting your Cultivation Technique. I just don’t want to buy it at that price–it’s too humiliating for a superior.”

He thought this way, which was actually quite normal. Not to mention whether he had that many Spirit Stones, the asking price for the Broken Qingluo Technique was obviously an attempt to fleece a big customer. Having just settled in Qiuchen, why should he bear such a reputation?

Moreover, skills like Alchemy, with different inheritances, ideas, and methods, would also be reflected in the Pill Formulas. He preferred not to let others randomly guess his background. Rather, producing several Pill Formulas also made him appear learned.

The Su Family left satisfied, but the Insight Pill’s formula couldn’t produce pills within just a day or two–it would take at least four to five days, plus testing the pills after production. It would take about ten days to complete the testing.

Since Feng Jun stated he would acquire the technique after testing, he naturally wouldn’t break his promise. He pondered what he could do in the following days?

It hardly took him five minutes to figure out what to do next; thus, he exited the Mobile Phone Realm and returned to the Earth Realm.

He needed to find someone to develop a small program because, after entering the Mobile Phone Space, the matching tests for various data were giving him a headache, especially since it was a meaningless repetitive task.

Tasks like this were originally managed by Li Xiaobin and Li Shishi. However, Feng Jun was currently in Chang’an, where there were many universities. He wanted to try and see if he could find local help.

He really just wanted a small database program, something akin to a script that, once set up, could automatically rotate and match data to find the best result.

He began by searching on the local city app and found several similar businesses. However, after communicating with them, none were suitable. Some were unfamiliar with the business–he could tell even though he was a liberal arts student–and others were too greedy, showing no sincerity.

But to Feng Jun’s surprise, he found a user ID for “small program development” in the “Nearby People” feature and after a brief chat, found he could proceed.

This person was a bit of a shut-in and had a WeChat mini-program Development Tool. Creating a small program would only take two days and quoted a price of eight thousand. Feng Jun bargained it down to six thousand and also agreed to pay thirty thousand to copy a set of his development tools.

After settling this matter, Dong Zenghong called.

Dong Zenghong didn’t ask about Feng Jun’s Storage Bag but inquired whether it would be convenient to place the Spirit Gathering Array at Luofu Mountain.

“Luofu…” Feng Jun pondered. He was quite familiar with Luofu Mountain, having spent a considerable time in Yangcheng.

However, Yangcheng hadn’t left him with good memories, so he felt somewhat repelled–the fact that he didn’t even set up a branch for Three Lifetimes Wine there spoke volumes about his attitude.

But since it was Dong Zenghong’s choice, he could only ask, “Why there?”

The reason Dong Zenghong chose that place was simple. It housed the Luofu Cave Mansion, one of the ten great Cave Heavens.

The Heir of Ghost Valley had too few people, not even enough to guard a Spirit Gathering Array.

Dong Zenghong’s relationship with the Taoists of the Luofu Cave Mansion was decent. Over ten years ago, he was bitten by a snake there, and someone from Luofu had saved his life. His plan was to share the use of the Spirit Gathering Array with Luofu Cave Mansion as a way to fulfill karma.

The ownership of the Spirit Gathering Array would definitely belong to the Ghost Valley Sect. He was merely borrowing the Earth Vein of Luofu to reduce the consumption of Spirit Stones, allowing the Luofu Taoists to benefit from it.

Of course, mere benefitting was not enough. Luofu’s people needed to help guard the Spirit Gathering Array and if Dong Zenghong spotted a promising neophyte from Luofu, he would take them under the Ghost Valley Sect.

These conditions were somewhat stringent, but Dong Zenghong wasn’t worried about Luofu disagreeing–if they didn’t agree, he simply wouldn’t place the Spirit Gathering Array there. In the blessed lands and Cave Heavens of Huaxia, many were eager to have a Spirit Gathering Array.

He was actually worried that Feng Jun might be difficult to talk to, so he inquired before discussing it with Luofu.

Feng Jun really didn’t want to go there, but… who made him blow up someone else’s Destiny Plate? So, he had to accept.

Hearing him agree, Dong Zenghong was pleased and then asked if Feng Jun could, after arriving at Luofu, help enhance the Earth Vein.

Feng Jun was puzzled. How did you know I have the capability to enhance the Earth Vein?

When he heard that it was Feng Tianyang who said this, he understood. Feng Zhizhang was still thinking about the Dao Tea.

The mountain in Taibai, Xuande Cave Heaven wouldn’t let him tamper with it, but if he could enhance another family’s Earth Vein and the result was good, Feng Tianyang might consider enhancing the Earth Vein after all.

“I must admit my family is cunning,” Feng Jun muttered to himself, “gaining favor with others while steering clear of trouble at home.”

Yet, even dealing with one’s family, brothers must settle accounts clearly. Once he had found the entrance to the Kunlun Mountains, he would set up a Spirit Gathering Array for Mount Taibai, and then they would be even. Last time he wanted to enhance the Earth Vein, the other party was distrustful, but he had managed to heal a tea tree, which yielded results.

Therefore, even if Mount Taibai had regrets and wanted him to help enhance the Earth Vein again, he wasn’t necessarily interested in taking on that task–should someone of his revered ascendant phase be ordered around at will?

An opportunity is only an opportunity if seized; if not treasured, missing it is only normal.

Hence, Feng Jun frankly replied, “I won’t enhance the Earth Vein of Luofu… I’m still looking for the Storage Talisman for you.”

The addition of a Spirit Gathering Array and a Storage Talisman was not bad at all. If you went to Luofu, I would accept it, but don’t expect me to modify the Earth Vein–that’s out of the question.

Feng Jun would rather offer a few more Spirit Stones than linger in that place.

He felt a bit sentimental but did not voice it. However, how clever was Dong Zenghong? He promptly asked, “Do you mean to say… if I chose another location, you might consider helping to enhance the Earth Vein?”

Your question delves too deep given the shallow acquaintance, Feng Jun felt slightly uncomfortable. Yet, thinking it over, the Heir of Ghost Valley had always been thus–daring to beguile princes with just plain robes, and they did so in terms that did not offend.

In fact, the number of people able to talk normally with Master Feng was dwindling.

Therefore, Feng Jun chose to speak the truth, “Yangcheng is a phase of my life I prefer not to recall, so… there’s some aversion.”

Dong Zenghong did not expect Master Feng to be so forthcoming, even explaining why he did not want to go there.

They say when someone has reached a great height, they do not mind revisiting past hardships because… no one would ridicule them. Even if someone tried to mock deliberately, it would be futile and only reveal their own shallowness.

Past suffering is truly let go only when you have let go of it yourself.

Dong Zenghong felt somewhat honored to hear Master Feng discuss such matters, yet remembering Luofu Mountain, he felt a tinge of reluctance–it was the only collaboration option he had among the ten major Cave Heavens.

Beyond the ten major Cave Heavens were the Thirty-Six Minor Cavern Heavens, but how could the Heir of Ghost Valley, with his proud vision, deign to settle for less?

Inevitably, he had to use certain phrases to beguile, “Master, I personally believe that the true delight in revenge lies in rising from where one has fallen… don’t you want to see the regretful looks in those people’s eyes?”

“Heh, you’re trying to play this game with me, it’s pointless,” Feng Jun laughed, a relaxed laugh, “I simply don’t wish to remember those matters anymore. Achieving true detachment, there’s nothing to resent… and it’s not worth it.”

Dong Zenghong was silent for a while, then offered a compliment, “What a great attitude. May I think over the location for the Spirit Gathering Array, then?”

“Of course, feel free,” Feng Jun smiled lightly, “And give me two days.”

After saying this, Dong Zenghong did not bother Feng Jun anymore. It was only after Feng Tianyang had finished a meeting that he contacted Feng Jun to meet up, even bringing a Taoist and two secular individuals–one a nearly thirty-year-old woman, quite pretty too.

The woman was considerably haughty, initially not paying much attention to Feng Jun, speaking very freely and even playfully teasing him somewhat–men like beautiful women, and beautiful women like handsome men, after all.

Feng Jun wasn’t bothered by her teasing; in this regard, handsome men tend to have a higher tolerance than beautiful women–after all, she was pretty, and he was even reminded of his initial encounter with Sister Hong.

The woman espoused belief in both Taoism and Buddhism, but it seemed she leaned more toward Buddhism. After a few drinks, she even brazenly remarked that if Master Feng were not a transcended master, relying just on his looks, she wouldn’t bother talking to him much.

Feng Tianyang had already discreetly informed Feng Jun that this woman had a special connection to a significant figure in Chang’an, and no one dared to provoke her there.

Feng Jun could afford not to oblige her, but Mount Taibai still needed to survive, so he simply smiled and ignored it.

Later, Feng Tianyang asked him how much longer he planned to stay in Chang’an and what he intended to do. After stating he wanted to develop a small program, the woman turned to him with interest and slurred, “What kind of program? Let me give you one.”

Feng Jun was not keen on her offer, but discussing somber matters at the table was still better than bawdy jokes; otherwise, if they drank too much, disputes could arise unnecessarily, so he briefly explained.

Yet, this woman surnamed Wei was truly forthright; the very next day, she arranged for someone to meet with Feng Jun to understand what kind of small program he needed.

Feng Jun didn’t want the small program to become widely known, but given her enthusiasm, he couldn’t just coldly refuse.

The man who came to discuss was about thirty, his attitude rather blu…