There's something wrong with me

Chapter 138 'Embracing the Elixir'

'If I had a deeper understanding of the structure of the earthenware bowl, I could be even faster.'

Or, I could try to make the spiritual energy even hotter, enough to instantly heat it into a porcelain bowl.

Zhang Feng picked up the bowl that was hanging in mid-air, drank water, and summarized his gains and losses.

After drinking it, the bowl didn't turn into mud.

Zhang Feng tucked the bag into his pocket and continued walking towards the city.

……

night.

We arrived at a hotel.

Zhang Feng walked along the way and figured out the heating and the bowl.

Ultimately, it comes down to the quality of one's spiritual energy and spiritual thoughts being insufficient.

If the current 1.15 spiritual thought could be transformed into 2.15.

In addition, there is high-quality spiritual energy, or massive amounts of compressed spiritual energy.

The temperature generated is definitely sufficient.

When the time comes, the moment you pick up the soil with your spiritual sense, it will turn into a porcelain bowl.

This must be a kind of transformation technique used by immortals.

If we further understand the difference between stones and gold, then turning stones into gold is not a pipe dream.

As for another flesh-and-blood variation of 'calling a deer a horse'.

Zhang Feng felt that it was necessary to understand the different structures of the two organisms, as well as more detailed functional information.

Once you understand these things, then you can "disassemble and reassemble" it in an instant, as long as you can do so within a split second.

Therefore, calling a deer a horse is not a supernatural tale.

Including riding the clouds, as long as you understand the structure of clouds, and then use your spiritual thoughts and energy to create a 'cloud', that's all.

Or the distance for 'remote object capture' could be even greater.

At that time, we can directly 'capture' a cloud.

Zhang Feng felt that this should be the case.

The Great Immortal of Lingshan is not talking nonsense, because these things are all possible.

It's similar to surgery, only more delicate and needs to be done instantly.

Zhang Feng even felt that he could 'reorganize' himself.

If one can reach the point of reorganizing oneself, that might be the 'life leap' within the secret manual.

But compared to rebuilding oneself.

Zhang Feng, however, wanted to gain more of his own weight.

Changes in the quantity of flesh and blood are also a form of reorganization.

That way, even if I want to become a super monster in the future, I'll have 'enough flesh' to support me.

Otherwise, a monster thousands or hundreds of meters tall would only weigh a few hundred kilograms.

This density is abnormal.

……

The next day, in the morning.

Zhang Feng ate at a steamed bun shop across from the hostel while looking out at the street.

Now that there are more cars and bicycles, you can still see people carrying mobile phones from time to time.

That's true, I've been in this world for thirty-five years.

I think I'm already sixty-five this year?
Thinking of this, Zhang Feng suddenly came to his senses, got up and looked at himself in the mirror at the entrance of the shop.

I hadn't noticed before, but now that I look at myself, I'm starting to look like an old man, with large patches of white hair on my head.

There are also some wrinkles on my face.

This is all from thinking and working hard every day.

Although spiritual power and resonance can repair these.

But after looking at himself, Zhang Feng thought he looked fine and decided not to fix it.

The marks left by time are proof of natural changes and also a memory of one's hard work.

Zhang Feng enjoyed the experience.

"Grandpa...please move aside." A child at the doorway spoke up timidly when he saw Zhang Feng blocking the entrance and looking in the mirror.

Although Zhang Feng looked older, he was quite muscular.

He is nearly 1.73 meters tall and practices and eats a lot of meat, fish and medicinal herbs in the mountains every day.

At first glance, it does have a certain imposing presence.

At least to this little kid, Zhang Feng seemed very tall.

"I'm blocking your way." Zhang Feng made way for him and even patted his head.

After being touched, the little child belatedly realized what was happening and dodged into the steamed bun shop.

He thought Zhang Feng was a bad person.

His father once told him that some people would pat a child on the head and the child would follow them.

……

in the afternoon.

Zhang Feng boarded a bus that did not require ID cards and headed towards the provincial capital.

If you want to find martial arts practitioners, it's easier to get information in larger cities.

We wandered around aimlessly, spending the whole afternoon in the car.

Zhang Feng was very relaxed because he had traveled to all nine provinces except for three.

I've also learned about spiritual power.

In addition, the world of growth is inherently a place for leisurely relaxation.

Then enjoy relaxing.

After 35 years of hard work, it's time to give myself a break.

Otherwise, you'll be distracted every day practicing all six realms at once.

Although the inner demon value increases slowly, the mental pressure is unbearable.

Thinking.

Zhang Feng, who was sitting in the back row, looked at a young passenger next to him.

He's a thief.

He still has some skill, about half of Dongqing's.

It can be used to make fun of someone.

The reason I chose this bus was because I came with this thief.

"Kid," Zhang Feng said bluntly, leaving the thief speechless.
"Do you want to live, or do you want to die?"

"Me? You mean me?" The thief stood up abruptly. Although he wasn't as skilled as Zhang Fenggao, he possessed martial arts skills and naturally had the guts. "You old hag! Say that again if you dare!"

"What's wrong?" A middle-aged man standing a little closer saw his companion get up and assumed that his companion had been caught red-handed, so he wanted to come over and help him get away.

"What's going on in the back?" The ticket seller turned to look when she heard the cursing behind her.

Even the passengers who were admiring the scenery or chatting in the car turned their attention to Zhang Feng.

"Don't panic." After the middle-aged man came to the back, he grabbed the thief's arm, signaling him not to act rashly.

"No." The thief first gave the middle-aged man a knowing look before lowering his voice and saying, "This old man just randomly insulted me and asked me if I wanted to live or die? Is he crazy?"

"Don't say anything more." The middle-aged man was an old hand. After hearing what the thief said, he didn't stand up for the thief. Instead, he sized up Zhang Feng, who was also looking over.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that Zhang Feng was a rather robust old man.

Apart from that, I didn't think Zhang Feng was like a cop or anything like that.

But just in case, and because he really didn't want to get into a fight with someone and have the police come over.

So he adopted what he considered his most approachable demeanor and said to Zhang Feng, "Sir, is there some misunderstanding? Or did my brother accidentally offend you? Let me apologize to him."

He wanted to turn hostility into friendship.

At least on a crowded and chaotic bus, that's what he wanted to do.

We'll talk about it after we get off the bus.

"It's a misunderstanding."

When Zhang Feng saw that his accomplice had also come over, he suddenly stood up in a friendly manner, then put one arm around the thief and the other around the middle-aged man.

The two of them stopped moving, but their eyes darted around in panic, and their expressions were filled with extreme fear.

"sit down."

Zhang Feng, with one hand on each of them, gestured for them to sit down.

Under Zhang Feng's resonant manipulation, their bodies obediently and naturally sat down.

To outsiders, however, the two looked terrified, as if they had witnessed something horrible.

But the next second, the two of them smiled again thanks to Zhang Feng's resonance, and said with insincere laughter:

"We misunderstood you, sir."

"Yes, yes, we misunderstood."

As they spoke, they were truly on the verge of tears.

But like the museum owner back then, he couldn't cry.

"It turns out nothing happened..." The ticket seller and the others stopped paying attention when they saw that there was nothing wrong.

But in reality, the two of them really wanted people to take a closer look at them, to notice something strange about them, and then call the police.

Zhang Feng sat between the two, with his arm around their shoulders, finding the spiritual concept quite interesting.

In the past, I could only control one person at most.

But now that the spirit has split, it can control two people separately and make them speak at the same time.

They're just a little lacking in subtle operational skills; otherwise, no one would see their panicked expressions.

……

after an hour.

The bus stopped on the edge of a town, which was a stop along the way.

Zhang Feng and the other two came down and had already let go of them.

But they were still terrified, and dared not run or shout after getting off the bus.

"Tell me," Zhang Feng asked. "You said you have a car, where is it?"

On the way, Zhang Feng inquired about the situation and learned that there was a master in the province.

Then let them drive and take me to see them.

"The car is in town..."

The two men dared not say anything more and led the way.

They arrived at a residential area.

The two got into an ordinary car; this was their home.

After waiting to get back on the bus, we went to a nearby gas station to refuel.

Sitting in the back seat, Zhang Feng ignored the thief driving the car and focused his attention on the middle-aged man who dared not move, saying:
"On the bus, there were many people and distractions, so I didn't want to ask any more questions."

Now let's talk about that expert from our province, what's his name?

“All I know is that his surname is Li, and he is a disciple of Bajiquan.” The middle-aged man said quickly, “He runs a martial arts school in the suburbs of a neighboring city in this province.”

It's one of those small houses in the suburbs, with a small courtyard.

“I recognize this style.” Zhang Feng was familiar with it because his master, as well as some sect leaders in the Transformation Realm, all liked to do it this way.

"Speak the key."

Zhang Feng was more concerned about the issue of strength. "How much do you know about him?"

This middle-aged man is a skilled martial artist, no less so than Dong Qing.

Such a person can already be considered a true martial arts practitioner.

And he was also a thief who roamed around.

Ask them for information; you can't go wrong.

Sure enough, he quickly replied:

"Sect Leader Li is a master of Dan Jin, with a strength of two thousand jin!"
He's one of the top three fighters in the world!

"A thousand jin." Zhang Feng did a quick calculation, which is about 100 physique points.

If one could simply cultivate to this level using the technique of neutralizing internal energy, then all the prescriptions and training methods in this world would be extremely useful.

It has to be copied.

The martial arts techniques were easy to copy because I now have six spiritual senses, plus the ability to draw inferences from one instance to another, and the existence of the Transformation Realm in this world, so I can learn them very quickly.

As for the prescription.

I've studied for the past seven years and have a solid foundation, so it's not that difficult. I have a good foundation, and I can definitely finish learning it in the remaining time, with plenty of time to spare.

Zhang Feng quickly relaxed and asked the middle-aged man again, "Who is number one?"

Zhang Feng wanted to know who came in first.

If possible, try practicing with him.

"The first?" The middle-aged man paused for a moment before saying uncertainly, "It seems to be a Taoist priest?"

"The Great Immortal of Lingshan?" Zhang Feng blurted out.

“I don’t know…” The middle-aged man shook his head. “I’ve only heard about it, but I don’t know the name.”

"So what have you heard?" Zhang Feng leaned back in the back seat. "Tell me everything you've heard."

"He was a Taoist priest..." The middle-aged man pondered and recalled, then said uncertainly, "But the martial arts he practiced didn't seem to be Dan Jin."

I can't say for sure.

"When did this news come about?" Zhang Feng thought quickly. "Was it thirty-five years ago, or recently?"

Zhang Feng wanted to know if this Taoist priest was the Great Immortal of Lingshan.

Of course, even if he didn't practice his own cultivation technique.

Zhang Feng also felt that he must be the world's number one.

Because he and the other guests were just as outrageous as Chen Tiancai.

Chen Tiancai is a revolutionary scientist.

The guest at the table was someone who, while others practiced martial arts, used his internal energy beyond its normal range.

The Great Immortal of Lingshan cultivates immortality while others practice martial arts.

Then he took me with him to cultivate immortality.

"The news of that Taoist priest's appearance has been circulating for sixty or seventy years, hasn't it?" Hearing Zhang Feng's question, the middle-aged man became even more uncertain.

"It is said that he was a man from the Republican era. He even infiltrated the military camp on the other side of the island, killed many Japanese officers, and escaped unscathed despite being surrounded by guns."

Therefore, many people in the martial arts world have always placed him first based on his strength and achievements.

But... sir, do you believe this? That a person can escape from gunfire?

“Believe it, why wouldn’t I believe it?” Zhang Feng heard that it had been sixty or seventy years, and then calculated the time when he saw him back then.

He looked to be in his eighties at the time; the year was 1980.

But he should actually be older, let's say 100.

So, the time he killed the Japanese soldiers should have been when he was in his prime, which makes sense.

It seems this Taoist priest really is him.

To escape from gunfire, one only needs a constitution of around 60 and a few more obstacles around them.

With his spiritual escape technique, he can definitely get away.

"When did he stop contacting us?" Zhang Feng asked again.

“I don’t know.” The middle-aged man shook his head. “Anyway, I’ve heard many older people say that after he saw our country’s victory, he suddenly disappeared, as if he never existed.”

'This Lingshan Immortal sounds quite respectable and righteous.' Upon hearing this, Zhang Feng became even more determined to find him and kill that rat.

Otherwise, all the glory in this life will be ruined by a strange incident involving a rat.

That was really upsetting.

……

The next day, in the morning.

We arrived at a suburban area on the outskirts of the city.

Zhang Feng told them to park here and then looked towards the police station next door.

"You two should turn yourselves in."

"Grandpa, I was wrong..."

"Could you please let us go..."

Upon hearing this, the two of them were somewhat reluctant to go.

Zhang Feng placed his palm on the plastic thermos next to the handbrake, and with a burst of energy, several tiny holes were punched into the sturdy plastic with a hissing sound.

"Transformation into a high level of internal energy..." The two were stunned. They hadn't expected that this old man not only had a strange manipulation technique, but was also a master of transformation into a high level of internal energy.

And judging from the extent to which he can freely unleash his power, it goes far beyond mere neutralizing force!
'He might be a Dan Jin...' The two were so frightened they dared not move.

"Either you get a punch to the chest," Zhang Feng said, looking at the two stunned men. "Or turn yourself in now. Choose."

Click—

Upon hearing Zhang Feng's words, the two immediately got out of the car and ran towards the police station ahead, shouting, "I'm a thief! I want to turn myself in!"

Zhang Feng glanced at them and, after seeing them being questioned by the two policemen, got out of the car and headed towards the 'sect' in the distance.

It's about four or five kilometers away from here, very close, so we don't need the car.

Let the police take it in and return it to the original owner; it's stolen property.

Leave this street.

Zhang walked along the outer ring road, observing his surroundings.

Outside the road, there were few vehicles.

Every now and then you can see one or two martial artists jogging or riding bicycles.

That should be the location of 'Master Li's' martial arts school.

Because most of these martial artists who come and go practice Bajiquan.

These can be considered 'fellow disciples'.

Zhang Feng was about to meet his fellow disciples from another world, and to be honest, he was quite happy.

And so we walked and walked.

Zhang Feng straightened his large shirt and then smoothed his hair, which was now a white-haired slicked-back style.

Try to embody the spirit and demeanor of a veteran craftsman.

At this moment, a young man practicing Bajiquan ran past Zhang Feng.

"Young man," Zhang Feng called out to him, according to his own age.

He stopped out of curiosity.

Zhang Feng asked kindly, "I want to find Sect Leader Li, but I don't know exactly where the followers are located."

My grandson is learning boxing over there.

In places like this that clearly teach 'real kung fu,' even if you ask the disciples, they might not necessarily tell you.

Let's just find some excuse to get there first and then talk.

"Old man, come with me," the young man said with a smile. "I'm just about to go practice my boxing."

He assumed Zhang Feng was looking for a junior, so he led the way.

Zhang Feng followed him, occasionally glancing around.

I've practiced martial arts for over thirty years, but I've never really experienced it properly.

"The old man is in good health, isn't he?" The young man walked quite fast and saw that Zhang Feng could keep up with him easily, so he thought that the old man was in good physical condition.

Because some elderly people may still have a certain physique, but in reality, they have long lost their strength.

"I exercise regularly," Zhang Feng replied casually, then looked ahead.

There was a small building surrounded by a courtyard.

At that moment, shouts and punches could be heard coming from inside.

Just by listening to those powerful voices, Zhang Feng knew that there were at least four businessmen among them.

"We're here!" The young man greeted Zhang Feng as he entered, calling out to his fellow disciples, "Hey, whose grandfather is here? Why did you make the old man travel such a long way!"

Young people have a strong sense of justice, and when he saw that Zhang Feng, at such an advanced age, was still thinking about his grandson and had come all the way here, he felt uneasy.

Firstly, they envied the grandson; secondly, they felt sorry for the old man.

"Whose grandfather?" Upon hearing this, the disciples looked at Zhang Feng with curiosity.

None of them knew him.

At the same time, Zhang Feng was also surprised by the young man's shout and paused for a moment.

but.

Zhang Feng then looked at the disciples who were looking over, thought for a moment, and said, "No need for 'this old man,' it's still 'I,'"
"My name is Zhang Feng. I am self-taught in Bajiquan and have some knowledge of other schools. I have come here today to meet Master Li, to learn a thing or two, and to experience the changes in his strength."

"Uh..." Hearing Zhang Feng's words, everyone was dumbfounded, and some even wanted to laugh.

Because Zhang Feng was wearing an old-fashioned oversized shirt, and his hair was graying with age spots.

He really is just like an old man playing chess on the roadside.

But this old man, instead of cheerfully playing chess by the roadside, is now coming to a 'legitimate martial arts school' to learn boxing techniques?

They thought it was hilarious.

After all, even if Zhang Feng possessed martial arts skills.

But looking over seventy years old, he has long lost his strength.

Zhang Feng looks older than his age.

The saying "youth has the upper hand" is not just a joke; young people can really beat old boxers.

"Master, you should go back..." The young man scratched his head and tried to persuade him when he heard that Zhang Feng hadn't come to find his grandson, but rather to 'challenge' him.

"Hahaha..." At this moment, some people couldn't help but burst out laughing.

“Our master is the third in the world…” Someone else explained speechlessly, “Old man, did you ask the wrong person for guidance?”

As he spoke, he pointed eastward, "A few streets away, there's another martial arts school, and the owner's surname is also Li."

He's about your age; is he the one you're looking for?

He felt that Zhang Feng must have some martial arts skills and wanted to make a name for himself, so he wanted to challenge the school.

However, they may lack experience in finding opponents and ended up choosing the wrong ones.

“Zhang Feng?” Many disciples were also exchanging ideas. “I’ve never heard of this name that sounds similar or nearly the same. They must be trying to make a name for themselves, but they’ve picked the wrong person.”

"Yes, I feel that should be it."

"Well, it's only because our sect has a good atmosphere that we even try to persuade people to leave when we hear they're challenging us..."

at the same time.

咯—

On the third floor, there is a corridor.

One of the doors opened, and a burly man in his forties walked out.

"Head!"

"Master!"

Upon seeing the burly man, everyone bowed in respect.

"Who wants to lend a hand?" The burly Master Li walked to the railing of the corridor, scanned the courtyard, and completely ignored the old man at the door.

“Master…” a disciple called out, then pointed at Zhang Feng, “It’s this old master…”

"What?" Master Li glanced at Zhang Feng and then decided he didn't want to fight anymore. "Master, although sparring is just a friendly exchange, it's not child's play."

You should go back.

Sect Leader Li was speechless, and couldn't muster the will to fight at all.

“Yes, sir, go back.” Seeing that their master had spoken, one of the leading disciples also tried to persuade him, “You… at your age, if something happens, we… we won’t be able to handle it.”

“That’s right!” The disciple next to him chimed in, “You came alone now, but if something happens to you, and your family makes a scene, how are we supposed to train?”
"Even if you're in the right, you won't be able to explain yourself then..."

“That’s the problem.” Another younger disciple chimed in, “We can’t exactly say that you wanted to lend a hand, so we accepted the offer, can we?”
Do you think your children would believe that? They would probably say, "My dad wants to hit someone, can't you stop him?"

As the group began to speak...

The disciples tried to reason with him and appeal to his emotions, but none of them dared to touch the old man.

But if it were a young man, they would have already started beating him up.

"Master, you should go back." Seeing Zhang Feng didn't move, Sect Leader Li took out a set of car keys from his waist and tossed them to a disciple downstairs.
"Ask this old man where he lives, and then take him back."

After saying that, Sect Leader Li was about to go back to his room to continue his cultivation.

Seeing that he was about to leave and truly wouldn't accept the punch, Zhang Feng clasped his hands in a respectful bow to those around him and said:

"I am not here today to cause trouble, but because I really want to exchange views on martial arts with your master."

But at this moment, it seems that if I don't show some skill, you all will think I'm just an unreasonable old man.

So, although they are from the same sect, Zhang Feng has offended them.

The words fell.

"What?" Upon hearing this, Sect Leader Li turned around curiously to look down.

this moment.

Zhang Feng lightly touched the ground with his feet, leaping seven meters into the air like a bird taking flight, and landed gracefully on the third-floor corridor, standing before the dumbfounded Sect Leader Li.

"Sect Leader Li, now that I've shown my skills, shall we still spar?"

"Give...give a hand?" Sect Leader Li's right eyelid twitched a few times, then he couldn't muster the slightest thought to fight, and hurriedly clasped his hands and said, "Junior greets Senior! Senior's suggestion of giving a hand was a joke..."

(End of this chapter)