Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 378: Chapter 378: Do You Practice Yoga? (Three updates for monthly passes)

Feng Jing didn’t catch any ulterior motive in Feng Jun’s words; she was just purely curious about the crow.

Driven by curiosity, she observed it in various ways and even tried feeding it.

Then, before she knew it, the sky had darkened, and Xiao Wu had made a great contribution.

Feng Jun, of course, insisted on inviting her to stay for dinner with great enthusiasm, and after hesitating for a moment, Feng Jing agreed.

The handsomest coach in Zhengyang City was an old hand, quickly finished eating, and gave a meaningful look to the others, “Let’s go, to the backyard.”

Then everyone left, and Li Xiaobin noticed that Boss Feng was in an unusually good mood today, so he also got up and left.

After the meal, Feng Jing said she should be going back, but Feng Jun mentioned… it had become dark, and walking the mountain path was too dangerous.

Besides, cough, the mountain views at night are also very beautiful.

Feng Jing wasn’t someone to make a fuss, so after a bit of polite refusal, she followed him to the villa at the back.

By the time she entered the second-floor bedroom, she gave him a resigned glare, “You still got your way, after all.”

They both understood the situation; her words were just a slight cover, a way to preserve a bit of dignity for herself.

If she had really been strongly opposed, could Feng Jun have forced her?

The subsequent events are glossed over, but in short, it was already warm, and they weren’t wearing much. It wasn’t their first time together, so there was no need for coyness. They both had some expectations in mind, and things progressed very smoothly.

Half an hour later, Feng Jun lit a cigarette and turned off the bedside lamp in the room. He walked to the window, yanked open the curtains, and said with a smile, “Come, take a look at the night view here.”

There, Feng Jing sprawled out languidly, emitting a heavy nasal sound, “No need to look anymore, maybe next time. I’ll rest a bit before I go.”

It turned out she still intended to leave and hadn’t thought of staying the night, which meant that earlier, when she followed him over, actually…

Anyway, she had spent the whole day roaming the mountains and playing in the waters; her physical condition was quite good. It was just her luck to come across Feng Jun, always needing to recuperate a little before regaining some energy.

“Don’t be like that,” Feng Jun said with a laugh, “I’ve got something fun prepared for you.”

He didn’t immediately bring out that secret manual; otherwise, after not seeing each other for so long and bringing it up right away, it would seem too purposeful, too calculating, and a bit of a mood killer.

The first round was over, and now it was time to carefully examine the details—that’s how you properly handle things.

Feng Jing didn’t necessarily want to leave; it was just that staying over made her feel somewhat disrespectful to herself—for some reason, that’s how she felt.

Women are often contradictory like that.

When she heard Feng Jun say there was something else they could do, she hummed languidly and after a while said, “Then close the curtains first.”

After a moment, Feng Jun drew the curtains, turned on the bedside lamp, and took out the abridged Dragon Phoenix Fusion Scripture, mysteriously announcing, “Here, this is some Yoga I’ve spared no expense to get hold of, passed down from the Indian Royal Family… It’s said to beautify.”

Feng Jing blinked in confusion, “Yoga, from India… Does India even have a royal family?”

“Well, maybe from the past… like the Mughal Dynasty or something,” Feng Jun replied somewhat vaguely.

He couldn’t say it was a cultivation method because he wasn’t certain whether it could actually be used for cultivation—strictly speaking, it should be possible, but whether Feng Jing could use it to find a sense of Qi was another matter.

If it took many times to find a sense of Qi, wouldn’t that feel a bit like… setting a trap?

Moreover, many women aren’t very interested in cultivation.

Li Xiaobin was an example; initially curious, she lost interest upon hearing it required hard work.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

So he told Feng Jing it was Yoga, cough, and… it beautifies.

It turned out that most girls couldn’t resist such temptation, and Feng Jing was no exception.

Feng Jing looked through the manual for a while, her face flushing, “How… There are such ways to practice Yoga?”

“This… With the royal family, there are always some secret techniques. This truly comes from the royal family,” Feng Jun asserted confidently.

I’m not deceiving you, the manual indeed comes from a royal family, it’s just not from India—it’s from the Donghua Royal Family.

Feng Jing peered at it again, then glanced at him with a smirk, “This isn’t… happy Buddha Yoga, is it?”

I love your straightforwardness! Feng Jun cleared his throat and said earnestly, “What does it matter? After all, it’s translated. I’m not lying. Shall we… give it a try?”

Feng Jing looked at the manual for a while longer, and with a soft snort from her nose, went, “Hm…”

This Yoga session lasted until the sky began to brighten—nothing could be done, as both were novices and needed to adapt.

But this time, Feng Jing was in good spirits. She did not just sprawl out to recover but instead looked at the time, “Oh my, it’s almost six o’clock. I have to go.”

Feng Jun lit another cigarette and leaned against the headboard with a smile, “Then why leave? You see, I was right, wasn’t I? It really is quite good for the body.”

He wasn’t too sure how good it was for her body, but he had found that sensation of Qi again—already a bit of it!

Feng Jing had a forthright personality, and she answered with a smile, “It is good for the body. Now I feel very energetic, which is why I can go to work. However… the beauty benefits are yet to be determined.”

“Cut it out,” Feng Jun said languidly, “The excitement is temporary. Wait until you’re halfway through work and nodding off—won’t your boss clean your clock?”

After careful thought, Feng Jing said, “No, I still have to go. If worst comes to worst, I’ll just hang out at the office for half a day and then sneak off to catch up on my sleep… Ugh, I feel all sticky. I need to take a shower.”

Is this what you call sticky? You haven’t even taken a Body Tempering Pill yet,” Feng Jun chuckled, but thinking about what would happen after she took the pill, he felt a bit… uncomfortable.

In the future, when practicing the Soaring Dragon Royal Phoenix Union Technique with her, mhm, he would have to remember not to let her take a Body Tempering Pill.

Upon further thought, he laughed again. What a joke—he shouldn’t practice after taking a Body Tempering Pill. It would hurt like hell, and it would just be self-troubling.

Feng Jing spent an hour in the shower, not because she was particularly grimy but because… she had to blow dry her long hair that cascaded over her shoulders.

By the time she finished showering, there was no time left for breakfast. Feng Jun simply drove her to work in her car, letting her grab a quick bite on the way.

After dropping her off, he thought about heading back to Luohua Manor. It had been hard-won, but he had finally felt a bit of Inner Qi. Shouldn’t he rush back to restore his Cultivation Level?

But then he thought again—he’d been waiting for over a month; it wouldn’t hurt to wait a bit longer. So he told her to go to work and to let him know when she was ready to leave so he could drive her back to the manor.

Feng Jing gave him a look and hesitantly nodded. The yoga she did just before dawn was… truly amazing.

Feng Jun didn’t just wait around for her. There was a small park not far from her office, where he went to make good use of his time and practice his martial arts.

The more he practiced, the more alarmed he became: the bit of Inner Qi that he had managed to build up was almost gone!

But while cultivating, he found the process quicker than before, even a bit faster than his first time practicing.

Especially in the later stages, such as progressing from an advanced Martial Artist to a beginning martial master, there was no obstacle, and he advanced smoothly—after all, he had been through it once before, making the second time feel like a familiar road.

Indeed, with a beginner martial master’s Cultivation Level, he managed to reach that level by noon. At this rate, it would take at most two or three days to return to the Innate Level—the foundation was already there.

As it neared twelve o’clock, Feng Jing called to say she had finished her work for the day and didn’t need to return in the afternoon.

Feng Jun picked her up and they headed home. Feng Jing hoped to find a place for lunch—she thought the food at Luohua Manor was mediocre.

She not only loved to travel but also enjoyed tasting the various delicacies of different places, a true foodie. Oddly enough, she never seemed to gain weight.

Seeing her yawning her head off, Feng Jun waved it off and said, “Let’s go back first. Whatever you want to eat, I’ll have someone buy it.”

Feng Jing covered her mouth and yawned again, “That place of yours… the manor, it’s too far for delivery, isn’t it?”

“Delivery? Why wait for that?” Feng Jun said while driving and yawning himself, “Don’t keep yawning—it’s contagious… I’ll arrange for someone to go out and buy it. Why wait for them to deliver?”

“Hm, you really are a tycoon,” Feng Jing nodded, then leaned against the car window and fell asleep.

Not only was she sleepy, but Feng Jun was too. Once they arrived at the manor, they went straight to the villa in the backyard to sleep.

The three men and Li Xiao Bin were having a meal. Seeing this scene, they looked at each other in bewilderment. “Did those two wear each other out all morning again?”

Feng Jun and Feng Jing slept on the same bed—there was no longer any need to hide it.

Feng Jun didn’t sleep much; it was mainly the quality of his sleep that was good. So by four in the afternoon, he was awake.

After waking up, he went straight to the pavilion to practice. As soon as he began to circulate his Inner Qi, his mouth twitched, “Damn.”

His Inner Qi had decreased a bit more. While it wasn’t as bad as when he was first hit with the Qi Dissipating Powder, it was indeed declining.

Seems like the poison hadn’t been completely cleared yet.

But it didn’t matter. Since he now had a partner for the detoxifying cultivation, it was only a matter of time before he returned to normal.

Feng Jing appeared shortly after he got up, sauntering into the backyard with an air of languor. She tossed a piece of ham sausage to the crow and then spoke up, “I’m hungry… Feng Jun, do you have any instant noodles?”

Feng Jun stood up with a wry smile, “Now that you’re here, you don’t have to be so… down-to-earth, do you?”

He quickly arranged for someone to buy lunch, and an hour later, they ate. It was only six o’clock by the time they finished.

The two of them wandered around the twin peaks for a while, and by the time they returned, it was eight o’clock. Feng Jing had another meal, having ordered all the dishes herself.

It was a mystery where she put it all, but by the time they finished dinner, it was ten o’clock.

After having some wine, Feng Jing decided to find a small bedroom to sleep in alone.

However, Feng Jun grabbed her again. Boss Feng believed that doing yoga every evening helped with sleep.

This time, the yoga ended at midnight, and Feng Jing resolutely chose an adjacent bedroom to rest in, “You’re too much; I need a good night’s sleep… I don’t want to do yoga in the middle of the night again.”

To Feng Jun’s surprise, before six o’clock the next morning, while he was still asleep, she shook him awake, “Feng Jun, look at my skin… does it look a bit better?”

(The third update is here. In the last three hours of April, calling for double monthly tickets. At the end of the month, there will be an additional evening update.)