Big Data Cultivation Chapter 424: 424: Royal Bloodline

Chapter 424: Chapter 424: Royal Bloodline

Feng Jun had not yet had ti to consider whether he should set up a Spirit Gathering Array when Chen Junwei sought him out again.

This ti, Chen Junwei did not say much. Upon seeing Feng Jun, he simply greeted him with a smile and a clasped hand, “Mission accomplished!”

Feng Jun imdiately knew what was going on and his eyes lit up, “Is it done?”

“One hundred miles from here,” Chen Junwei answered with a smile, “Divine Doctor, do you have ti now?”

For such matters, one must find the ti even if there isn’t any!

Feng Jun did not drive, nor did he take up the suggestion to ride a horse. Instead, he followed Chen Junwei on foot, rushing all the way.

Chen Junwei truly lived up to his reputation. Worthy of being an Innate of the Tianjiao class, not only did he keep up with Feng Jun’s pace, but upon arriving, he was only a bit more out of breath.

The place they arrived at was a cliff with two villages nearby. However, these were seven or eight miles away from the cliff, and in front of the cliff was a large expanse of woodland, making it a place rarely visited by people.

At the base of the cliff, three n were present. A portly man was tied to a stake, blindfolded, with two robust n beside him, both of Interdiate Level martial master cultivation.

The chubby man was around thirty years old, with a High-Rank Martial Warrior’s cultivation. However, he really did not have much courage and was pleading desperately, “Your Honors, please let go. I am willing to offer a hundred taels of Gold… If you kill , who will pay you?”

Watt? Feng Jun looked doubtfully at Chen Junwei: Are you sure you captured a mber of the Royal Family, not a common businessman?

Chen Junwei was also sowhat perplexed by this situation, but he trusted that his people had not made a mistake. So, he signaled a martial master with a wave, “What’s going on, are you sure there’s no mistake?”

There was indeed no error. This plump man was the byproduct of a certain prince’s pleasure-seeking activities outside. Because his mother was a courtesan, the prince suspected that this son was not his own. He gave them so money and dispatched a loyal servant to keep an eye on the child.

However, within a couple of years, the prince died. A local tyrant then set his sights on the courtesan woman. The loyal servant tried to intervene but, though devoted, he did not have the cultivation to match and was killed.

With that, the Prince’s Mansion could no longer remain silent. Those from the mansion refused to accept a bastard brother, yet you couldn’t just kill the prince’s servant with impunity, could you?

Thus, a bloody revenge ensued, and the word spread in the martial community: What exactly happened to cause such a commotion?

In any case, this chubby man felt more like a rich burgher. Not many people were aware of his Royal bloodline—did he know about it himself? Surely not.

Even if he was fully aware, he would not dare to broadcast it, as his brothers and sisters would certainly not hesitate to casually kill him off.

While being of Royal blood might sound noble, offspring scattered outside the Royal Family were all too common.

Nonetheless, it was not easy for the Chen Family to find such a person in a short span of ti.

The influence and execution power of prominent clans and powerhouses were indeed formidable.

What was especially remarkable, as explained by the Chen Family martial master, was that they had manufactured a conflict on the spot and abducted “Shopkeeper Huang” in broad daylight.

After recounting the events, the Interdiate Level martial master looked cautiously at Feng Jun and then explained to Chen Junwei, “We weren’t sure whether this person should live or die, we just thought… better safe than sorry.”

Chen Junwei wasn’t sure what to make of their actions. His original intention was to kidnap the person in the night, drain his blood, and then kill him afterward. But he couldn’t say that the arrangent by his clan was wrong either.

So, he turned to look at Feng Jun.

Feng Jun nodded slightly. After the annihilation of the Gu Family, he no longer had any qualms about killing, but he didn’t want to commit indiscriminate slaughter against those who were clearly innocent.

He spoke casually, “After all, it’s a life, better to be cautious.”

The Interdiate Level martial master breathed a sigh of relief, bowed deeply, and retreated without saying more.

In fact, he was very worried that it wasn’t just about one life.

Being an Immortal, it was totally possible for the man to kill a mber of the Royal Family—could he dare to kill a few of the Chen Family mbers to silence them?

Immortals might refrain from targeting Innates like Chen Junwei, but specific Chen Family Disciples involved in the handling? If killed, they were just killed.

Feng Jun did not concern himself with what others thought. Instead, he quietly instructed, “Junwei, have your clan mbers leave for a while.”

“Of course,” Chen Junwei nodded. He was quite eager to see that legendary wooden box and the Royal Cultivation Techniques, but before that, the Divine Doctor had made it clear: he only wanted help capturing a mber of the Royal Family—nothing more.

So, it was best to feign ignorance. After all, helping the Divine Doctor this ti was like establishing a good karmic relationship. If sothing ever arose in his Clan, it would be easier to ask the Divine Doctor for assistance.

After making sure everyone had left, Feng Jun approached the chubby man, rendered him unconscious with a touch, and then leisurely took out the wooden box, along with a row of needles and syringes, several beakers…

He was well-prepared, so all it took was drawing four hundred milliliters of fresh blood from the plump man, saring it onto the wooden box, to reveal the complete Cultivation Technique—it was basically standard blood donation for a normal person in the Earth Realm.

The Cultivation Technique Manual was written in very small characters. Thankfully, Feng Jun had prepared plenty of equipnt to apply the fresh blood more evenly; otherwise, he would have had to consider farming a mber of the Royal Family to periodically draw so blood for reading new segnts of the technique.

The entire technique exceeded ten thousand characters. Feng Jun, in haste, could not rember it all, and as the blood gradually coagulated, the characters also began to fade away.

Fortunately, he had brought a cara and photographed the thod from top to bottom. Then, he carefully recorded it with a video cara for twenty minutes.

All in all, he spent a total of one hour and had it all figured out.

Then he packed up his things and left, entering the forest where he beckoned to Chen Junwei, “Alright, the task is done.”

Two Chen Family martial masters stepped forward to inspect the fat man, only to discover that he was rely unconscious. What was most bizarre was that there wasn’t a single bleeding wound on him—wasn’t it said that the bloodline of the royal family was needed?

This plane was rather crude. To draw blood usually ant slicing an artery or sothing, and it wasn’t impossible to even chop off a limb.

Finally, soone noticed the bruise on the fat man’s arm, silently pointed at the needle mark, and exchanged a knowing look with his companion.

After all, an Immortal is an Immortal, their thods truly beyond ordinary understanding.

Taking the person with them, the two left. Chen Junwei and Feng Jun hurried on their way again; below the silent cliff, it was as if no one had ever been there.

After running for a while, Chen Junwei couldn’t contain his curiosity, “Divine Doctor, what Cultivation Technique was that?”

The corner of Feng Jun’s mouth twitched, eventually turning into a long sigh, “Ah.”

Chen Junwei imdiately fell silent.

Feng Jun was conflicted inside, but he had to acknowledge the help the Chen Family had provided, “After returning, take a generator and a set of lighting equipnt as a reward for your hard work.”

He thought the price was not low—after all, it was just kidnapping soone—well, the person’s status may not be that noble, but the bloodline was a bit extraordinary, still worth two hundred taels of Gold.

Ultimately, it was just drawing so blood before releasing the person. Since this kidnapping didn’t lead to any serious consequences, the price was of course adjusted accordingly.

“There’s no need for that,” Chen Junwei said, startled by the offer. He sincerely did not want any benefits. Was the Chen Family short of those two hundred taels of Gold? It was more important to maintain good relations with the Divine Doctor.

Having associations with an Immortal brings countless benefits, such as: if there are any Cultivation Seedlings in the family, they could be guided more conveniently.

One only needed to look at Mi Yunshan to understand—if the Mi Family had known an Immortal like this, would she have been delayed?

So he earnestly replied, “It’s an honor for the Chen Family to be able to handle so minor matters for the Divine Doctor.”

Feng Jun remained silent for a while before speaking, “I can offer a free talent assessnt for your Chen Family’s Cultivation Seedlings once, regardless of the number, though it’s best not to exceed two hundred… Rember to keep it a secret.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Junwei was overjoyed. A talent assessnt for Cultivation Seedlings… and the number was not limited? This was like a pie falling from heaven.

Immortals in the Mortal Realm would occasionally assess seedlings, but those were rare and unpredictable opportunities.

The most common scenario was that the Chen Family believed a clan mber had a great potential for cultivation, and through pleas, they would trouble an Immortal to assess the child’s qualifications.

Pleas involved using favors and offering tributes to the Immortal, and the final result… was really hard to predict.

But to assess two hundred people, how much face did that take?

Then, he fell into a happy dilemma: but right now, the Chen Family… didn’t seem to have any obvious Cultivation Seedlings.

Two hundred was not a small number, and so children were obviously unsuitable for cultivation. Out of the four hundred children in the Chen Family, selecting two hundred candidates would basically ensure that no one was missed.

However, Cultivation Seedlings really weren’t sothing that you could just have whenever you want, what if… there were none?

That would be a complete waste of the assessnt opportunity.

Chen Junwei’s greatest hope was that out of the two hundred mbers of the Chen Family, ten Cultivation Seedlings would erge, with a variety of aptitudes—his demands weren’t too high, ten would be enough.

But… was that possible? It seed more likely that there wouldn’t be any seedlings at all.

He brooded for a mont before asking, “Is there a ti limit on this, Divine Doctor?”

“I am quite free these days,” Feng Jun answered crisply, preferring to offer a generator and related products if possible. Debts of gratitude were the hardest to repay, “If it’s delayed for too long, I might not even stay at Mount Zhige.”

Chen Junwei pondered for a mont before replying, “I need to think about this… Please forgive , Divine Doctor.”

Afterwards, the two of them stopped talking and hurried along until they arrived at the foot of Mount Zhige.

Back in the courtyard, Feng Jun was sowhat unsettled. Sitting in his room, he browsed through the cara and couldn’t help but sigh, “This damn thing… is indeed a Royal Secret Manual.”

While he was flipping through the cara, Mi Yunshan quietly entered the room.

Feng Jun looked up and saw her eyes swollen like peaches, and was taken aback, “What happened to you?”

Mi Yunshan’s mouth moved, but before she could speak, tears began to flow.

After sobbing for a while, she managed to ask amid her tears, “Divine Doctor… am I a failure?”

Feng Jun glanced at her, then back at the cara’s screen showing the photo, unsure of how to respond.

In bold letters on the screen was the title: “Supre Dragon Phoenix Technique…”

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