Qian Zhong was amazed by Feng Jun's creativity. However, on the Heavenly Zither, the word "creativity" had nothing to do with economics.
The reason was simple. An idea was only an idea because no one before had thought of it. Once there was a finished product, others could simply copy it without needing your permission.
The polite ones might say thank you. The nastier ones would directly claim that they had thought of it themselves—never mind coinciding ideas; even if you copied me, it was already merciful of me not to trouble you. You still dared come looking for trouble with me?
So on the Sky-Qin Plane, "creativity" was merely praise for someone's excellence—Formation Dao masters, talisman masters, artifact refiners, Spirit Planters, and so on. Anyone with creativity was considered to have potential for growth.
Thus, Qian Zhong merely marveled at Feng Jun's excellence before ceasing to care about it and taking out Obsidian from her Storage Pouch.
"Please wait a moment, Senior." Feng Jun took out a stack of Obsidian and sent it floating over. "Senior, my Obsidian is all standard-sized, so it'll be easier to read. Why not use this instead?"
He said "why not," but his attitude was already perfectly clear.
Qian Zhong did not mind. Instead, after accepting the Obsidian, she praised him, "You've thought things through quite thoroughly."
Feng Jun replied, "I learned it from the Insectoid World. The Human Federation calls it standardization."
"It doesn't really mean much," Qian Zhong commented casually as she began imprinting Divine Thought into the Obsidian.
She had said it very casually, but Feng Jun sensed her true meaning: before cultivators, standardization really was not all that important.
He had originally thought that introducing the concept of standardization into cultivation civilization might bring about some changes, perhaps even give