Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 303: Chapter 303 Disaster of Blood Light

“Hmm?” Feng Jun perked up upon hearing Feng Jing’s words.

In their past conversations, having dinner… meant more than just eating.

However, he also had to be wary of Feng Jing tricking him—if it turned out to be just a meal, wouldn’t he be getting his hopes up for nothing?

So he glanced at her and said, “Hmm, dinner, huh… After having afternoon tea, do you still have room in your stomach?”

“We can have a late-night snack,” Feng Jing replied without hesitation, though seemingly hesitating, “Seriously speaking, I’m not available for dinner, I have two classes in the evening. After class, it’ll be just the right time to go for a late-night snack with you.”

Feng Jun squinted at her with a half-smile, “This logic of yours… feels a bit chaotic to me…”

“If I prove my prediction ability to you, that means I didn’t lie to you, and you shouldn’t doubt me… I win, and I still have to treat you to a late-night snack, is that fair?”

Feng Jing answered nonchalantly, “I can treat you. How much could a late-night snack cost?”

Feng Jun shook his head with a smile and spoke slowly, “You know, that’s not what I want to hear.”

Feng Jing’s face turned red in an instant, yet she didn’t realize she had exposed herself and pretended as if nothing was wrong, “Let’s not talk about anything else, show me some of your skills first. A big man, aren’t you—just talk and no action?”

“That’s right,” Feng Jun nodded with a smile, picking up his mobile phone, “Why argue when you can take action…”

He swiped his mobile phone a couple of times, then put it down, softly exclaiming “Eh” and glanced in a certain direction.

Feng Jun made a new discovery.

Because he was forced to demonstrate his prediction ability, and he was unsure of what to predict at the moment, he picked up his mobile phone to check “Nearby People”.

Being in a mall, there were many people nearby. He hoped to find something that others didn’t know about someone, which… could tentatively be considered a prediction, right?

Of course, even if he couldn’t find anyone fitting the criteria, he could still look for other things.

For instance, the coins… dropped under the counter?

After all, swiping on the phone is an extremely common occurrence in modern life. Even if it turned up nothing, Feng Jing wouldn’t know what he did. He could always try again elsewhere later.

His calculations were not without fault, and the operation was also going exceptionally smoothly. He had an unexpected find in no time.

He actually saw a small note on a man named “Qi Zhengting,” reading “Blood disaster within half an hour, gold attribute injury.”

Was this the unlocking of a new stance… Oh no, new function?

Feng Jun felt somewhat puzzled. That guy having a blood disaster seemed reliable, but his Stone Ring had been upgraded to red for quite some time now. Why had he not noticed similar prompts in others’ information before?

Had he never encountered anyone with a blood disaster? That would be a joke. Feng Jun had fought on the river beach, killing five Martial Cultivators, and those five people definitely had blood disasters looming—especially the first two, who he had also checked with “Nearby People”.

As for the three who set up the formation, the distance was too far, and “Nearby People” couldn’t reach, so he only used “Nearby Weapons.”

But what about those two High-Rank Martial Masters… What was going on?

Could it be that because I was connected with them by causality, I couldn’t detect it? Feng Jun couldn’t help but guess.

His reasoning was sound. Divination could not predict one’s own future, which was quite normal.

He ruminated for quite a while before realizing a fact: after he had investigated those two Martial Masters, he had talked for a while, went to the river beach, negotiated some more before taking action.

Furthermore, he had been in combat with those two Martial Masters for some time.

Adding up all this time, it must have also been around half an hour, right?

Looking back, the key to the appearance of this prompt probably still lay in the ‘half-hour’ factor, much like his half-hour trend forecasts in the stock market.

But Feng Jun couldn’t help thinking of the Yongyi Duke’s Princely Heir. When he made predictions based on the Princely Heir’s birthday, he hadn’t entirely dismissed his intention to kill. If that guy continued to be ignorant, Feng Jun truly wouldn’t mind chopping him down.

But why then, was there no similar prompt on the Princely Heir at the time?

He thought about it for a long time and made many guesses, but ultimately he couldn’t find the most authoritative answer.

He didn’t know how long it had been when he heard Feng Jing’s voice, “What are you daydreaming about?”

Only then did Feng Jun come back to his senses, and he stretched out his right hand to pretend to calculate meaningfully.

After about half a minute, he stopped. Since he had already wasted some time thinking just before, he couldn’t precisely determine when the “blood disaster” would occur,

Obviously, he had to hurry so as not to miss such a good example.

After pretending to calculate for half a minute, he looked around, pinpointed the person, then closed his eyes, chanting softly while making various strange hand gestures.

About another half a minute later, his eyes snapped open, and he pointed in a certain direction, speaking in a low voice, “See that man in the light grey trench coat? The one next to the woman in red… I predict, within half an hour, he will face a blood disaster.”

He had just finished speaking when a soft chuckle, “Puchi,” reached his ears.

They turned their heads to look and saw a waiter holding a tray, head bowed, covering their mouth, and hastily passing by.

But the smile in the young waiter’s eyes was unstoppable.

Feng Jing gave Feng Jun a look and said solemnly, “To show you such disrespect… That’s really thoughtless.”

Feng Jun knew she was teasing him, but he couldn’t be bothered to take it seriously and instead pointed diagonally downward, “That guy is taking the escalator down…”

Guomao City was a luxury shopping center, with about a hundred thousand square meters in size, and a massive atrium that spread across nine floors below, offering an excellent view.

The tea house where Feng Jun and his companion were seated didn’t face the outside directly, but they could still see half of the atrium, including two escalators.

Feng Jing, seeing him looking so earnest, also turned to look, still joking with him, “We’ll have to wait half an hour, how will you prove your prediction? Are you planning to follow him… Hey, why is it him?”

When he saw her expression change, Feng Jun realized that what he had done was somewhat inappropriate; in trying to prove his predictive powers, he had ignored the potential disaster that might befall someone else.

However, as for feeling guilty, he didn’t have much of that, “Gold Attribute injury”—who knows what that guy did?

Maybe the one causing the injury was actually the righteous one.

Since no one was going to die, Feng Jun didn’t want to get involved, but seeing Feng Jing with a troubled look, he hastily spoke up, “You know him? Then you should warn him quickly.”

No sooner had he spoken than a thud was heard, followed by a chorus of screams.

Many people turned to look, only to see a combination chandelier, over two meters in diameter, had somehow come loose and directly hit a man and a woman passing by.

The man was none other than Qi Zhengting, and the woman was the one in red who had been beside him.

Feng Jun looked helplessly at Feng Jing and spread his hands, “I’m really sorry, I didn’t know you two were acquainted.”

Feng Jing gave him a meaningful look and began to gather her handbag, “It’s fine, no blame for the unaware.”

Just then, another light sound could be heard as the waiter from earlier spilled a glass of juice; the glass fell to the floor and shattered.

But she paid no attention to the glass and instead stared at Feng Jun in shock, “No way, is this for real?”

Feng Jun couldn’t care less about her; he too grabbed his handbag and asked, “Do you want me to come with you to check on him?”

“How could that be possible?” Feng Jing gave him a look, “Having tea with you during work hours… How would I explain that to others?”

Only then did Feng Jun realize that she was a woman with a public service job.

So, it seemed, he should leave, and she should go to see her friend.

To his surprise, Feng Jing beckoned the waiter over, “Go see if those two are seriously injured.”

Feng Jun realized another thing: as a public servant, she probably shouldn’t have been out having tea on a workday—what about something like being issued a subpoena?

The young waiter was very sharp, actually, within the sixty-meter radius that Feng Jun could probe for “people nearby,” the man was very close to the teahouse, so she returned quickly.

“The man is quite seriously injured, mainly from losing a bit of blood, which makes it look worse, but our chandeliers are made of acrylic, very light. He was cut by broken bulbs and some metal shards, the woman… seems to have just hurt her foot.”

As she spoke, she carefully glanced at Feng Jun: Was this man chanting and gesturing earlier like he was casting a spell?

Heaven help us, there was a time when she too was an atheist.

She originally thought this unusually handsome guy was just teasing the lady to make her happy, never expecting such eerie events to occur, threatening to shatter her entire worldview.

Upon learning of the situation, Feng Jing turned and walked away, with Feng Jun quickly following her.

The young waiter, however, took out her mobile phone and quietly snapped two photos.

Unfortunately, these two photos were not very clear and captured only a back view and a profile; there were none of the front.

But it was just as well, for earlier she had secretly taken a front photo of Feng Jun.

At that time, she thought to herself, it’s not often you come across such a rare handsome guy, who was just her type, so she took the photo as a keepsake.

She hadn’t thought about anything like drooling over the image, it was simply to feast her eyes; perhaps on a whim, she might even post it to her circle of friends—”This is the style I like.”

Now, with three photos in hand, trying to find out about this person seemed not so impossible…

How could Feng Jun realize that the young waiter had so many thoughts running through her mind?

Out of a sense of apology, he caught up with Feng Jing and asked in a low voice, “Even if you don’t show up in person, shouldn’t you give that guy a call?”

Without turning back, Feng Jing quickened her pace and spoke expressionlessly, “What do I say when I call? Husband… who’s that red dressed girl by your side?”