Chapter 1415: Chapter 1415: I Don’t Understand Earth Anymore (Second Update)
Sofia really didn’t want to cultivate with the Jinwu Sunflower and repeatedly expressed her dislike for the church.
But that wasn’t up to her, Feng Jun decisively stated: If you don’t want the cultivation technique, then I’ll gift you the Jinwu Sunflower, which is actually enough to thank you for helping to uncover the secret of the Holy Water.
If you want to cultivate, this is the technique, if not, then there’s nothing else.
In the end, Sofia nodded reluctantly, she had no right to resist.
Then Feng Jun advised her to collect more details about church cultivators’ cultivation before flying to Luohua to find him—definitely bringing the Jinwu Sunflower.
Sofia was silent for a while, then spoke, “It’s much faster for you to co to than for to go to Huaxia.”
Feng Jun gave her a peculiar look, “Do you know what kind of cost cos with that speed?”
“Surely it’s priceless,” Sofia smiled sweetly, raised a hand and wrapped it around his waist, leaning her head on his shoulder, “But for , can’t you? I can pay so price, just say the word.”
She was a smart person, knowing that when one has enough money, what matters isn’t the money itself—this is the true aning of financial freedom—things one doesn’t want to do are priceless.
“Talk properly,” Feng Jun cleared his throat, ignoring her teasing as he knew she could be a bit capricious.
“I’m worried that with the Jinwu Sunflower, I won’t get through customs,” Sofia said pitifully, “Customs checks are very strict.”
Do you think I really don’t understand Mai Nation? Feng Jun sneered inwardly, Mai Nation’s customs are strict for incoming items to prevent terrorism, “You could bring out Holy Water and say you can’t bring out a Cross?”
Sofia was instantly speechless. After a mont of silence, she spoke, “Can I return those golds to you?”
Feng Jun grinned, “Do you think I’m soone who lacks gold?”
Sofia fell silent again, watching in disbelief as he stood up and walked out of the courtyard, finally disappearing into the rainy night…
After Feng Jun returned, Lin Heihu took another three days to completely refine the “Evil God’s Aura” from Keane.
Feng Jun couldn’t help but tease him—a minor spirit taking four days to digest, that’s quite sothing.
Lin Heihu couldn’t resist explaining, saying that the Evil God’s aura was quite tricky, unpredictably strong and weak—if it were the aura of the Holy Water god, I could refine it much faster.
That’s nonsense, that Holy Water is actually Faith Dew, prepared for believers; its divinity isn’t strong and is quite stable.
Then, Lin Heihu absorbed Keane’s life force very thoroughly, to the point of scattering bones and dispersing ashes.
Feng Jun was amazed by what he saw: this Earth Deity must have been quite ruthless in the past.
Lin Heihu seed to guess what he was thinking and gave a simple smile.
“The deity’s duty is to protect people, sotis harsh asures are needed, but even against monsters, the furthest is execution. Such acts of bullying smaller and being in debt of blood are rare, it would be a sha not to absorb it all.”
Feng Jun blinked and asked curiously, “But he didn’t kill your people, wouldn’t that make you a monster-stealer?”
“Well…” Lin Heihu laughed dryly, embarrassedly speaking, “The Heavenly Dao is broken, don’t even ntion Earth Deity, it’s likely that even City Gods don’t exist, I’m just helping colleagues out, being helpful, assisting them in maintaining their yin rit.”
Feng Jun glanced at him, partly thoughtful, saying, “You won’t get carried away and turn against Huaxia’s commoners, right?”
“Of course not,” Lin Heihu couldn’t help but shout, “I cultivate incense, you know, incense cultivation!”
“Got it,” Feng Jun waved a hand, “That Latin faith conversion thod, you’ve seen it too, do you need to tweak it a bit to better suit your cultivation?”
“No need,” Lin Heihu waved a hand and spoke proudly, “Those minor techniques of the minor spirits, I completely understand them now and am ready; today, I’m planning to absorb so faith and convert it to incense.”
“Oh, you’re quite capable,” Feng Jun couldn’t help but look at him in admiration, “Can you definitely absorb faith?”
Lin Heihu hesitated, unsure, “This… should be… possible?”
Feng Jun beca even more curious, “Those formation materials… do you have them?”
“I can engrave the formation on my body,” Lin Heihu, in his misty form, changed shape a bit, speaking with a touch of pride, “No relevant materials are required, the effect is just a bit weaker, but it’s just an experint after all.”
“Just an experint,” Feng Jun nodded. He often conducts experints, so he’s quite familiar with this situation, realizing he’s not the only one who likes testing, yet still curious, “How do you plan to gather faith?”
“Uh…” Lin Heihu hesitated a mont, his misty body twisting slightly, “I plan to do a live stream, a real-life show.”
You look like a damn ghost, and you still want a reality show? A spirit show would be more like it! Feng Jun hesitated for a mont, then coughed fiercely, “Actually, I think you can start a paranormal live stream. In that case… the inco might be more substantial.”
But, what if I scare people into having issues, wouldn’t that be inappropriate?
“I’ve thought about it,” Lin Heihu nodded, answering very frankly, “But there are too many special effects nowadays, and what I value isn’t the rewards… I’m aiming for gaining faith. If I broadcast paranormal live streams, who would the audience believe in, the effects team?”
Feng Jun thought carefully and finally pulled out that na from his head, testing the waters with his question, “Xu Xiaofu?”
Lin Heihu nodded, “Yes, his cancer just healed, so he can’t appear in public. If I mimic him in a reality show, there shouldn’t be any legal disputes. Of course, if there are disputes, they could promote my ID.”
Feng Jun remained silent, only after a long while did he ask, “Do you have a mobile phone?”
“Yes, I have one. Chen Shengwang arranged it for ,” Lin Heihu was indeed quite straightforward, “Many ideas were given by Ma Sheng, since I’m not very familiar with this society. And… our videos were fild far from Luohua and Magu Mountain, very safely.”
Two spiritual bodies in the video… Feng Jun patted his forehead. Is this the Earth Realm I am familiar with?
After pondering for a while, he asked in a deep voice, “But with your appearance, you are still in a spiritual form.”
Lin Heihu confidently replied, “There are filters, no problem… Ma Sheng ntioned it.”
Upon hearing this, Feng Jun couldn’t help but sneer: Ma Granny, you must really love Xu Xiaofu.
He originally planned to return to the mobile phone dinsion, but upon hearing about this, he couldn’t help but stay to see what was happening—although once gone to the mobile phone dinsion, things would co to a standstill here, curiosity was hard to resist… even authors at the starting point would be sent daggers for abruptly ending chapters.
That night, Lin Heihu’s reality show was live, the first to break into the live room was soone called “Little Celestial Master”—Tang Wenji was a host with five hundred thousand followers, yet how Lin Heihu managed to engage her was anyone’s guess.
Upon entering, Little Celestial Master imdiately rewarded with twenty rockets, amidst the splendid fireworks across the screen, she typed a line, “Really resembles Xu Xiaofu… 66666666666”
This filter effect… is truly diocre, maybe it’s already the enhanced version, but Lin Heihu’s reality show truly wasn’t a filter effect, it was more like the effect of covering the lens with thick stockings.
Honest as Little Celestial Master, she followed with a second line, “Is this the dusk version of Xu Xiaofu? Under the sunset… run a bit.”
The first day’s effect was not great, which is quite normal; on the second day, the filter was adjusted—Xu Xiaofu in Jiangnan rain!
On the third day, it was finally adjusted to optimal, yet ultimately conveyed a sense of detachnt.
The effect was just diocre, but Xu Xiaofu’s top-tier traffic still attracted very few people to the live room, and the maximum was only about five thousand, not even reaching five figures.
An ID called “I’m a pink little flower basket” contributed over ten million fans’ value, successfully becoming the number one fan, but… it was of no use.
“Director Li is a big demon king” typed a line, “Operations, little fresh at you lack operations, let sis MUA you a bit, we can negotiate operational fees.”
Looking at those familiar IDs in the live room, Feng Jun couldn’t help but frown, “One by one… all so idle?”
“Operations… oh dear,” Lin Heihu finally had a headache, “Could it be the filter adjustnt is still insufficient?”
The Feng Jun at his side finally couldn’t hold back, “I tell you, Earth Deity, no traffic cos out of thin air.”
He couldn’t be bothered to say much more, walked to the side, and used the intercom to call, “Cai Xin, is everything done?”
The next mont, Zhang Caixin arrived at his cultivation place, handing over several storage bags, “The one million tons of grain, all gathered for you, are you sure you’re not taking us there?”
This one million tons of grain was Yu Zhiyuan’s congratulatory gift for Yu Qingzhu breaking through to Transcendence, Feng Jun having not gone to collect it, he handed it to Zhang Caixin, giving her several large storage bags.
The task, in fact, could have been completed by Feng Jing as well, her communication skills with people were even better than Zhang Caixin’s, but Little Caixin was ultimately in the Qi Refinent Realm, more capable of handling unexpected situations.
Actually, Zhang Caixin also did not disappoint Feng Jun’s expectations, no matter the encountered situations, she ultimately completed the task, worthy of the title of the second person in the estate.
Looking at her, Feng Jun spoke apologetically, “It’s really inappropriate to take you there now, the situation over there is also a bit delicate, let’s put it this way, as long as possible, I will co back to take you there.”
“Then be careful,” Zhang Caixin sighed softly, she really knew how dangerous it was over there, “By the way, Yu Zhiyuan ntioned ordering another fifty million barrels of oil… a long-term contract.”
“Fifty million barrels,” Feng Jun couldn’t help but smile wryly, “He really dares to ask, even though I’m not far from White Pebble Beach, but how long would this keep busy.”
“A five-year long-term contract,” Zhang Caixin chuckled, “Can’t you complete this?”
She was deeply familiar with many things about Feng Jun.
“Alright, I’ll leave,” Feng Jun waved at her, took out his mobile phone, and clicked.
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