Attempting a Cultivation Technique

Wang Haifeng was very curious about what exactly had happened between Feng Jun and Wang Weimin.

However, Feng Jun had no interest in talking about it; he indicated that he would be busy for a while and that they would get in touch later.

Only then did Coach Wang remember the matter of the passport. "Right, you can apply for your passport in a different city now; Yang City has already launched that service."

Feng Jun said that applying for a passport was actually just an excuse. His passport hadn't even been issued for a year yet; he had originally intended to go on a trip to Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand when he got married to his girlfriend, but now it was just gathering dust at the bottom of a box.

It is perfectly normal for someone who has earned their driver's license not to buy a car immediately.

He shook his head with a smile. "Regardless, I have to be busy for a while."

"You can be busy, just remember to answer your phone," Wang Haifeng pointed at him. "I've called you over a hundred times, and I couldn't find you for the life of me."

Feng Jun gave him a huffy look. "You have the nerve to criticize me for not answering the phone?"

Wang Haifeng was speechless; he was the one who went missing more often. "Then you should at least have a fixed place to stay, right? You're often nowhere to be found at Heping Street, either."

Heping Street was where the street factory was located.

Feng Jun shook his head with a smile. "I only stay there occasionally; I'm running around all day."

Despite saying that, he still went back to the factory afterward, hauled out several large bags, and stood by the side of the road to hail a taxi.

The old gatekeeper didn't feel any pressure—he had already collected the rent, and besides, the college student's generator was still there.

He was just a little curious. "Are you moving out?"

Feng Jun looked at him, thought for a moment, and answered earnestly, "My friend had another breakup."

The old man immediately looked pained and paused before asking, "The one who just made up with him?"

"Yeah," Feng Jun nodded, heavy with thought. Just then, a taxi pulled up, and he began loading his things into the vehicle...

For the next three days, Feng Jun spent his time in the villa.

He charged his phone day and night without stopping. The mark on his hand had deepened significantly, rising from about twenty-five energy points to over fifty.

Charging thirty energy points in three days and three nights seemed a bit inefficient; a 1,500-watt generator really should have been able to charge up to about seventy points.

But that wasn't how the math worked. Feng Jun couldn't just bury his head in charging; he also had to keep an eye on his surroundings. Especially if he didn't control it well, the generator would trip the circuit breaker, which would alert his distant relative.

The biggest problem was that the electrician was on the verge of a breakdown. He had never imagined that the generator would consume so much fuel; in a single day and night, it burned through several thousand yuan worth of diesel.

With such a terrifying rate of consumption, replenishing the diesel was a minor issue—it was just manual labor—but the electrician had to consider one question: what on earth was this Mr. Feng doing in the room?

Feng Jun absolutely refused to answer such questions, only stating coldly that he would settle the bill at a 20% markup over the market price for whatever diesel was used, and if the man kept asking, he would check out and stop renting.

The electrician shut his mouth immediately. Several thousand yuan of diesel a day with a 20% markup meant a daily profit of over a thousand yuan.

As long as he could earn that much every day, he wouldn't care even if the other party were manufacturing drugs—after all, he could just claim he didn't know anything.

Moreover, he even offered a rational suggestion: since the power consumption was so high, it would be best to avoid the landlord. If the landlord grew suspicious and insisted on asking questions, it would be troublesome.

It was precisely because of this reason that Feng Jun's charging was intermittent. He could charge continuously at night, but it was greatly hindered during the day. Over three days, he had only managed to charge about thirty energy points.

However, this was already enough for him to conduct a few experiments.

The first thing he wanted to do was to tap into potential. That's right, he wanted to tap into the potential of other apps on his phone, rather than rashly going to explore the Wilderness Space again.

Feng Jun felt that the next time he went, he should not only bring enough supplies but also learn some self-defense techniques.

The Wilderness Space was not only harsh in its natural conditions but also extremely dangerous. The destructive power of the battle between the ape and the hedgehog had astonished Feng Jun—it was truly worthy of being a suspected xianxia plane.

Feng Jun really wanted to go and pick up jade, and even more so, spirit stones, but if he didn't plan properly and ended up dying inside, it would be a huge loss.

What kind of self-defense techniques did he want to learn? Immortal arts... or spells!

This isn't the author making things up; Feng Jun really did think this way. Although he was a liberal arts student, he never lacked imagination and liked to use rigorous logic to deduce some absurd hypotheses.

In the real world, there certainly weren't any immortal arts or spells, but... they existed in games!

That's right, Feng Jun intended to play a mobile game and enter the game space, just as he had entered Liaoliao Farm back then.

If he could make the gold coins in the farm disappear, then perhaps he could get his hands on immortal arts and spells.

One has to admit that Feng Jun was truly a person who dared to try. He might not have had a "unique bone structure," but his capacity for wild imagination was truly impressive.

However, he couldn't conduct this test in this remote villa.

His two phone numbers had decent signal here, and calls weren't affected, but the data transmission speed was too slow, often causing lag.

Therefore, he planned to go into the city to complete the test and, by the way, see if his farm vehicle and motorcycle had been modified yet.

It wasn't convenient to get to Yang City from here; he had to walk over a kilometer of dirt road before reaching a highway.

Fortunately, his distant relative happened to be driving to Yang City for business and gave him a ride.

After arriving in Yang City, Feng Jun didn't return to his rented room on Heping Street. Instead, he found a business hotel not far from the Yang City telecommunications company and checked into a room.

Next, he went out to purchase a large amount of food and took down the numbers of two restaurants to arrange for takeout.

At eleven in the morning, he returned to the hotel, tapped on his phone, and began searching for game software.

The phone's search results weren't very good, and the screen was small. After searching for a while, he secretly made up his mind that after this test, he would have to buy a laptop.

Soon, he selected a game, the well-regarded Xunqing Xianshi, which was adapted from a television series.

After downloading the game, he entered the interface, logged in, and began the game...

The game had a simple design that allowed for AFK auto-leveling. When his character reached level thirty and began entering Vermilion Bird City, Feng Jun finally reached out with his left hand and tapped the screen, saying, "Off you go~"

The next moment, he was shocked to find himself standing within the game space, surrounded by buildings with an antique, classical aesthetic.

There were other figures around him, but their expressions were dull and vacant; one look was enough to tell they were NPCs.

He was wandering along a street paved with bluestone when someone ran past him with a line of text flashing above their head. Upon closer inspection, it was a name with the suffix [Jiangzuo Yesi Guild].

"I can actually see living people," Feng Jun thought, feeling a bit surprised. But then he reconsidered, Sigh, why am I worrying about all this?

What he needed to do now was head to the skill shop in Vermilion Bird City to purchase some cultivation techniques.

According to the game's settings, the techniques available for purchase in the shop were all common goods, or even trash; truly good techniques had to be obtained as drops from monsters in the wild.

However, Feng Jun didn't look down on these techniques. No matter how trashy they were, as long as they could manifest in the real world, they would be heaven-defyingly powerful.

In the skill shop, he bought three jade transmission talismans: one for movement, one for blade techniques, and one for spear techniques.

He reached out and tapped the jade talisman containing the spear technique. A flash of white light passed, the talisman vanished, and suddenly, his mind was flooded with insights regarding the spear.

He didn't learn the remaining two techniques, choosing instead to store them in his carry-on storage bag.

He then headed toward the northeast, knowing that players gathered there to form parties for grinding at Xuannv Mountain outside the city.

The first team he joined wasn't very reliable. After fighting for a while, everyone was too busy attacking monsters to protect the healer, and the healer ended up dying.

The second team was no better. They managed to drop a decent piece of loot, but the archer stood on top of it to prevent others from taking it. Once the protection timer expired, the archer left the party, snatched the item, and forcibly logged off, causing the team to disband.

After that, he only chose to join teams with good reputations. He fought for three days and three nights straight until he finally obtained a technique manual.

This team consisted of seven people, five of whom were from the same guild. Upon seeing the manual in the party chat, the captain immediately shouted, "Blazing Fire Art, I want this book. One hundred mid-grade spirit stones."

But Feng Jun didn't want to trade. It wasn't because the spirit stones were too few, but because this book was a monster drop rather than a shop item, and he needed it for testing.

Seeing that he wouldn't agree, the captain became displeased. "Buddy, one hundred mid-grade spirit stones is a lot. I'm only offering this price because we're in a party together. Otherwise, I'd bring my high-level character from Erlang Temple over and camp you every single day."

Feng Jun sneered, "As if you're the only one with a high-level character... I'm giving this book to my wife, I'm not trading it for anything!"

Upon hearing this, the captain gave a sinister laugh. "As if I need to bring out my high-level character just to take you down..."

As he spoke, he disbanded the party and initiated a PK. "Surround him! Camp his corpse until the Blazing Fire Art drops!"

Five players with [Evil Valley Guild] tags above their heads slowly closed in from five different directions.

Forcibly logging off while in a PK state doubled the chance of equipment dropping, so most players rarely chose that option.

These five players from Evil Valley were counting on this. They didn't necessarily need to kill him; their main goal was to force Feng Jun to trade the technique manual.

In their minds, while the drop rate for technique manuals was low, it was still less valuable than a rare item. The target had a few pieces of level-four bronze-grade synthesized equipment on him, which were worth just as much as a rare item.

Losing any piece of level-four equipment would be even more painful than losing the manual. They believed that if the guy wasn't an idiot, he would know what choice to make.

It's not like we're robbing you of the manual for nothing; we're giving you spirit stones.