Big Data Cultivation

Undeniably, Feng Jun held considerable allure for her. Standing at 1.8 meters, he matched well with her height of 1.72 meters; his physique was tall and fit, making him a perfect clothes hanger; and he had an extraordinarily handsome appearance, good enough to make a living off his looks alone, and quite comfortably at that.

As for wealth, well, that goes without saying. Her sister had made tens of millions in commissions just by selling jade for him in the last half-year.

In these times, there were many rich men, and among her admirers, there were plenty of wealthy ones as well. However, to find someone her age with the financial means of a Feng Jun was extremely rare.

Moreover, Feng Jun had made his money on his own; he wasn’t some second-generation rich kid. Leaving aside his personal earning ability, the fact that he didn’t have to look to his parents when spending money, free from nagging elders, was extraordinarily rare.

Of course, what was most precious and also the most tempting for her was the sense of security.

This wasn’t to suggest that Feng Jun had any indescribable issues in certain functions but rather that, for most women, a strong and powerful man could guarantee a better life in society.

Some might say, how can a man from the underworld provide a sense of security?

Those who thought this way were indeed mistaken. How many pretty young things hooked up with gang leaders for precisely this feeling?

——Even if I’m not interested in bullying others, I can ensure that nobody dares to mess with me.

Not to mention, Zhang Caixin wasn’t that old just yet. Attending an arts college, she had seen more than her fair share of beauties being harassed.

Her only concern now was… it seemed like Feng Jun was her sister’s target.

While she got along well with her sister, even though she occasionally found her sister’s “old bird advantage” unbearable and would act out from time to time, the thought of actually competing with her sister over a boyfriend was a hurdle she couldn’t get over.

Zhang Caixin hoped that Feng Jun could give her a compelling reason, to help her overcome this mental block.

But at the same time, she somewhat despised those who talked about looks and wealth — my prince charming shouldn’t be so vulgar.

In short, a girl’s mind is truly elusive, so much so that even she herself hasn’t figured out what she really wants.

Feng Jun thought for a moment, then lifted his hand, and a fallen leaf on the ground flew up into his left hand.

A trademark move of an Innate Expert: Aerial Absorption!

Just like the External Release of Internal Qi, not every martial master could achieve it, but anyone who did was certainly a martial master.

Seeing this, Zhang Caixin was completely dumbfounded and uncertainly asked after a long while, “Is this… magic?”

Feng Jun turned his head to look at her seriously and answered, “This is Martial Arts.”

Zhang Caixin was dumbstruck for a good while, before suddenly bursting into laughter, extremely amused, “Haha, the way you joke with such a straight face is really cute.”

The corner of Feng Jun’s mouth twitched slightly as he looked at her speechlessly: You were supposed to be a goddess, how did you turn into a crazy goddess?

Zhang Caixin laughed for a while, then sobered up and spoke seriously, “Okay, even if this is Martial Arts, I’m really curious, what rank is your Martial Arts in the Martial World? Do you have titles like Eastern Heretic or Western Poison over your head?”

Indeed, it’s a super IP, universally known and recognized.

Suddenly, Feng Jun felt somewhat tired at heart and sighed helplessly, “Well, let’s put it this way, have you heard anyone else mention… similar Martial Arts?”

Zhang Caixin bit her lower lip lightly and pondered briefly before shaking her head decidedly, “No.”

“Doesn’t that settle it?” Feng Jun raised his eyebrows, “That means I’m one of a kind.”

“That might not be the case,” Zhang Caixin shook her head and confidently retorted, “I haven’t heard about this before meeting you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t encounter someone with similar abilities in the future, right?”

Heart heavy! Feng Jun looked at her without speaking, wondering whether he should let her know a bit more.

But soon, Zhang Caixin spoke again, batting her large eyes curiously, “Do they call you ‘master’ because of… this move?”

Her sister had always wondered why so many people called Feng Jun ‘master’ and she was equally curious.

“No,” Feng Jun shook his head and answered plainly, “They call me ‘master’ because I can help people lose weight.”

He didn’t want people to think he was the kind of ‘master’ who engaged in deception, conjuring snakes from an empty bowl and the like.

He could also conjure snakes from an empty bowl, but the snakes he conjured were dead.

Zhang Caixin blinked again, her long eyelashes twitching, “Then why is Xu Leigang still so fat?”

Damn it, in that moment, Feng Jun desperately wanted to give Xu Leigang a beating — let his damn mouth stay shut and not make me look like a fraud.

Suddenly feeling somewhat disheartened, he exclaimed with a sigh, “Since you don’t believe me, then forget it, just pretend you didn’t hear anything I said today.”

Fate truly exists in the world. Leaving aside predestined marriages, chance encounters require fate, making friends requires fate, and even finding oneself liking a book during a certain period, constitutes a kind of fate.

Cultivation, of course, requires fate even more.

If fate doesn’t arrive, forcing it is futile.

Feng, a man who explored cultivation alone, has now become an innate expert, and the path to immortality seems promising, doesn’t it?

“Don’t say that,” Zhang Caixin became more intrigued when she saw he didn’t want to talk, “Tell me, why is Xu Leigang so fat?”

As a girl, she was quite interested in topics like weight loss; of course, she never needed to lose weight, but she had best friends and classmates who did.

Moreover, if Feng Jun was truly renowned as a master for his skill in helping people lose weight, she could acquire this skill—on one hand, to help her friends, and on the other, she might need it in the future if she ever gained weight.

After all, there are so many delicious foods in the world…

Her inquiry about Xu Leigang’s weight loss wasn’t intended to make Feng Jun uncomfortable, but rather she knew some people couldn’t lose weight no matter how hard they try; she was just simply curious about why Xu Leigang couldn’t slim down.

But Feng Jun didn’t want to discuss it anymore; he just gave a faint smile and offered no response.

Zhang Caixin waited a bit, and when he remained silent, she turned her head and asked cautiously, “That thing just now… it wasn’t magic, right?”

Feng Jun had decided not to explain any longer, but seeing her careful demeanor made him unable to resist feeling sympathetic.

He silently sighed in his heart, let go of his right hand in his pocket, and with a flick of his left hand—

The withered yellow leaf shot out, spinning as it flew off into the distance, vanishing in a flash.

This time, he had simply tossed the leaf without consciously aiming at anything, even though there were trees along the road and low shrubs everywhere.

Injuring someone with flying flowers and leaves is the stuff of legends in the martial world, but showing off really wasn’t his interest.

Of course, with Zhang Caixin’s intelligence, seeing a light, fluttering leaf fly out tens of meters and disappear, even as a non-STEM student, she could understand the difficulty of this feat.

This was not something achievable by mere skill; it had to be strength, or perhaps… some kind of power currently beyond human comprehension.

She stood there, stunned, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Feng Jun didn’t hear her speak, waited a while, and then realized that his right hand in his pocket was being held by her left hand again.

Intertwined fingers!

He glanced at her and smiled softly, “Alright, it’s quite cold, let’s go back.”

Zhang Caixin silently watched him, and after a long while, she spoke softly, “Why me?”

“What?” Feng Jun frowned, her voice had been so soft that, despite his hearing, he was somewhat uncertain.

“I’m asking you… why me?” Zhang Caixin’s voice was a little louder as she looked at him intently, “You clearly know that my sister likes you a lot.”

This question, Feng Jun still didn’t know how to respond—he certainly couldn’t say that her sister had been leading him on and playing hard to get, which had upset him.

To directly say that he was attracted to Zhang Caixin’s talents would also be hurtful—so, if she had no talents, her beauty wouldn’t have been enough to move him?

The most fatal thing was that he couldn’t reveal all his secrets to her; doing so would be irresponsible—both to himself and to her.

After a long time, he made a dry laugh, “I’ve discovered that you have some talent, and it seems you could inherit my mantle.”

“Talent?” Zhang Caixin’s eyebrows furrowed as she gave him a strange look. After a few seconds, she burst into loud laughter, “Haha, I think I understand now why they call you a master… are you also planning to ‘enlighten’ me in the middle of the night?”

Ni ma… Feng Jun looked upward speechlessly—why were the imaginations of girls today so bizarre?

“Alright, just kidding,” Zhang Caixin saw his unamused expression and couldn’t help laughing again, “You mean, I could, just like you did a moment ago, injure with flying flowers and leaves?”

(To continue discussing the influence of a super IP…)

“There’s just a possibility,” Feng Jun rolled his eyes, having been tormented by her peculiar elf-like behavior all day, he firmly refused to express his assessment of her talent, “Maybe you’ll achieve nothing… alright, I was just looking for a reason to flirt with you.”

As expected, the rebellious girl couldn’t stand being underestimated, Zhang Caixin gave him a disdainful glance, proudly stating, “You’re not telling the truth, let me think… my talent is not bad, right? I could discover the secret in your room.”

Feng Jun’s expression turned serious, he spoke solemnly, “Some things should not be spoken of lightly… one must have a sense of reverence.”

“Of course, I have great respect for Sister Wei Hong,” Zhang Caixin retorted, then tightened her left hand, pulling him around to leave, “Alright, it’s really cold outside, let’s get back.”

As the villa’s gate came into view, she withdrew her left hand from his pocket, turned her head, and asked very seriously, “Does your beautiful assistant know about these things?”

Feng Jun silently shook his head, too lazy to answer—an obvious fact, wasn’t it?

Zhang Caixin smiled, her big eyes curving into crescents, showing exceptional happiness, “Since that’s the case, I promise I won’t tell anyone your secrets… not even to my sister.”

(Updated to call for monthly tickets and recommendations.)