There's something wrong with me

Chapter 169 Cutting Through and the Textual Structure

Huailiang is located fifty li southwest of the mine.

When Zhang Feng killed the man inside the house, he asked around and learned the direction, as well as the names of the county magistrate and the mine owner, and some things he needed to be careful about.

Once we were out of the mountains, we crossed the forest.

Zhang Feng killed a wild deer on the road and ate it raw.

Long journeys require a lot of physical strength and food.

Swish—

Powerful organ and spiritual energy function.

There was no problem with Zhang Fengsheng eating it.

Conversely, blood-containing food swallowed into the stomach and intestines can be quickly converted into energy for travel.

On the road again.

Zhang Feng is still cultivating.

It can be described as 'practicing in stillness and practicing in action'.

At this moment, the spiritual thought also split in two, which accelerated the cultivation speed.

In just three hours.

Even though Zhang Feng was delayed by taking a breather along the way, he still traveled fifty miles and arrived at the small dirt road outside Huailiang County.

At this moment, Zhang Feng's clothes, made of coarse linen and splattered with blood from raw food, were in a state of disarray.

breathe-

Zhang Feng then took a deep breath to adjust his internal energy, his chest and abdomen bulging and contracting violently.

From a distance, the person no longer appears to be a 'human'.

But Zhang Feng was used to it, feeling that once you reach a certain level of cultivation, this is how it should be, and that's how it should be.

On the contrary, I still feel like a normal person.

In reality, Zhang Feng has undergone a complete transformation compared to his 'self' a dozen hours ago.

This is the impact of knowledge and memory.

It can transform a person completely in just half a day.

at the same time.

Zhang Feng still knew what a 'normal person' was, so he didn't rush into the county in that outfit.

Otherwise, making too much noise could affect what follows.

For example, it might make people a little wary.

After all, this is a martial arts world. What if 'Lord Jin' and his younger brother 'Mine Owner' hear that a 'rough and wild man' has come to the county, and then, being cautious, suddenly find a bunch of experts?

Then things don't go so smoothly.

Zhang Feng, on the other hand, prefers efficiency.

Zhang Feng guessed that these two brothers were basically his first crisis.

Kill them, and everything should be fine.

Because their own handprints and portraits are preserved here, which is equivalent to a 'contract of servitude'.

The foreman even said that, ridiculously, it was kept inside the government office.

Therefore, destroying and keeping records is naturally of paramount importance before practicing freely.

then.

Zhang Feng took off his clothes, then found some rags and straw ropes nearby to wrap himself up, making him look exactly like a beggar, thus providing some disguise.

To avoid being recognized by someone as soon as you enter the county, which could lead to some troublesome issues.

Even though people may not know that someone as insignificant as me is aware of this, it's always good to be prepared.

As for whether the straw rope and the rags they found are dirty, that doesn't matter.

Having spent several months in the mine, his body was covered in patches of black and gray, and he could easily rub off streaks of grime.

after that.

Zhang Feng glanced at it for a moment, then smeared some dirt on his face, thinking the look was pretty good.

He tucked the two swords into his robes and headed straight for the distant county.

When they arrived at the county gate...

There were two gate guards at the entrance.

They occasionally check the passing freight trucks.

Some merchants would secretly slip them some copper coins or small pieces of silver.

But when they saw Zhang Feng coming over, they glanced at him but showed no disgust or scrutiny, completely ignoring him.

Zhang Feng entered smoothly and heard the cries of vendors on both sides.

Fried dough sticks also existed in this era, but they evolved after the Southern Song Dynasty.

It is now around the 13th century.

Following the aroma of food, I walked towards the front of the street.

Wait until you reach the corner.

Zhang Fengcai paused for a moment, looked at an old man by the roadside, clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, and asked, "Sir, may I ask where the yamen is?"

'This beggar?' The old man was about to chase Zhang Feng away when he saw him coming, but when he saw Zhang Feng's inexplicable politeness, he smiled and replied, 'Go this way, it's two streets ahead.'

"Thank you." Zhang Feng nodded, now knowing the location.

After passing two streets.

The government office also came into Zhang Feng's view.

Take a few quick steps to cross the final distance.

Zhang Feng looked at the curious yamen runners at the gate. He didn't know if Lord Jin was inside, and he was afraid that if he went in rashly and found nothing, he would alert the yamen runners.

So Zhang Feng made up a story on the spot, first pretending to be a high-ranking official on a "private visit," and directly tricked him by saying:
"Indeed, indeed. You two are dedicated to your duties and have keen insight into details, which shows that the magistrate is a capable administrator."

"You..." The two were momentarily stunned when they heard the beggar speak eloquently and also had an inexplicable air of high-ranking official.

This person doesn't seem very tall, and although you can't see their face, they seem to be quite young.
But...judging by his demeanor and speech, he seems more like a teacher than the county's private tutor...and more like a lord than the county magistrate..."

The two were thinking similar things, both unsure of Zhang Feng's identity.

At the same time, they were preparing to ask Zhang Feng for tokens or other identification.

"Where is Lord Jinheng of your county?" Zhang Feng immediately announced Lord Jinheng's name, aiming to catch them off guard.

"Sir... is currently handling official business in the yamen." A yamen runner bowed and chose to tell the truth.

Besides, it was just a matter of whereabouts, which he didn't think was a big deal.

"Please come in, sir!" Another yamen runner, however, truly regarded Zhang Feng as an important figure and said obsequiously, "Sir, please come in and have some tea. I will go and report to my master."

Those who are able to stand guard are mostly shrewd and intelligent.

It seemed like they were inviting Zhang Feng into the mansion for tea, as if they were doing this for the sake of the master.

But if Zhang Feng is a fake, then capturing the thief would be a meritorious act.

Or at worst, one might get scolded by the county magistrate, which is better than actually offending a big shot.

just.

When Zhang Feng heard that Lord Jin was in the yamen, he leaped up the steps in surprise before the two yamen runners, and then disappeared into the front yard behind him.

"He is...he is a martial arts master..."

"Assassin...assassin..."

The two felt as if they had done something wrong.

But a few seconds later, they realized what was happening.

One of them prepared to go back into the courtyard and shout to alert everyone.

The other person was preparing to knock on the large drum outside the door, which had a special warning drumbeat.

However, they haven't knocked or shouted yet.

After moving around on the eaves a few times, Zhang Feng looked towards the small pavilion in the backyard.

There are artificial mountains and water features, and two brothers with similar faces are chatting and drinking tea.

Not far from them were four 'retainers' with a physique of around 50.

They are located in the southeast, northwest, and southwest directions respectively.

Zhang Feng, who was walking silently on the roof, glanced at the scene and instantly drew his knife and rushed over.

Boom!
And at the very moment the drumbeats began.

Poof—

Zhang Feng had already stepped down from under the eaves of the backyard and, with a backstab and a diagonal slash, instantly beheaded the nearest retainer.

“Yes…” The retainer opposite also saw this scene.

But just as he spoke, another constable at the front gate shouted the word "Be on alert."

call-

With the aid of his internal energy and spiritual power, Zhang Feng threw out his twin swords, which pierced the chests of the two disciples who had just turned around.

Just one second.

He was left alone, along with the mine owner who hadn't yet realized what was happening.

Just as Zhang Feng kicked the long knife out of the corpse's hand, the unsuspecting mine owner was pierced through the chest and fell backward.

Zhang Feng took two steps forward, and before the corpse fell, he drew his sword from mid-air and slashed at the last retainer.

The retainer only had time to draw his sword, barely managing to hold it in front of him.

Zhang Feng reversed his grip at an illogical angle, then kicked out from the side, breaking all of his sternum tissue with a cracking sound.

call-

The body crashed into the artificial hill.

"There is an assassin..."

Zhang Feng listened to the shouts coming from the distant courtyard while glancing at Lord Jin, who was holding a teacup and lost in thought.

"I need some books on internal energy cultivation. Do you have any? Also, a portrait of me and a contract of servitude."

"Yes...yes..." Lady Jin replied tremblingly, "They're all with me...no...they're all with me..."

"Then lead the way." After seeing him tremble as he got up, Zhang Feng held a knife to his neck.

Lady Jin dared not resist and walked towards a study in the courtyard.

"grown ups……"

At this moment, several constables arrived at the courtyard, but they stopped when they saw this scene.

“It was him…” A constable at the gate was also there, never expecting that he had made such a big mistake.

"All of you, step back!" Lady Jin shouted, her voice trembling with tears, as she saw them approaching.

Zhang Feng ignored them and didn't let them follow.

As for who might secretly run away, spread rumors, or attract some experts...

This is unavoidable.

After all, as long as he takes action, unless he kills everyone in an instant, it will definitely cause news of 'something happening in the government office' to spread.

But now that the two main targets have been killed, we'll erase their files later, and that'll be the end of it.

Therefore, all you need is speed, nothing else.

Once inside the house...

Then, Lord Jin pointed to a bookshelf. Zhang Feng moved the bookshelf aside and saw that the wall behind it had been chiseled open, revealing a small secret passage.

There are several boxes here.

They were on guard, and had Lady Jin open it herself, just in case there were any hidden mechanisms or weapons inside.

After all the boxes were opened, Zhang Feng saw that there were secret manuals, gold and silver jewelry, stacks of indentures, and some land deeds inside.

Zhang Feng glanced at it briefly, then unfolded a bolt of silk from a box, tore off several large pieces, and made them into a large, wrapping cloth bag.

It contains some broken jewels and secret manuals.

As for the remaining items, Zhang Feng picked up a tinderbox next to him, blew on it, and burned them all while Lady Jin was distracted and dazed.

"Lord Jin."

Zhang Feng looked at him, who was in a daze, and asked, "Who knows about your affairs, and who helped you with them?"

talking.

Zhang Feng lifted him by the hand and led him out of the study, looking at the group of tense yamen runners and constables.
“Point them all out.”

……

Screams and pleas for mercy echoed throughout the entire government office.

A few minutes later.

The yamen was littered with corpses, and most of the yamen runners and constables were lying dead inside.

Again at the front gate, many people in the county heard the screams, and some curious and daring people stood outside the yamen, peeking out out of curiosity.

Knowing that the crowd would only grow larger, Zhang Feng climbed over the wall from one side of the government office and left.

Another ten minutes passed.

As more and more people from the county approached, some good constables from the yamen ran out and, filled with fear and relief at surviving the ordeal, recounted everything that had happened.

The people also knew what had happened inside.

At that moment, some people applauded and cheered, while others wanted to know the name of that hero.

"Zhang Feng..."

One of the constables mentioned Zhang Feng's name, which Zhang Feng did not hide.

Because the accounts have been settled.

There always has to be someone to settle the bill.

Besides, if it weren't for his poor physical condition...

Zhang Feng planned to swagger into the city to kill people, and then swagger out again.

Even though Zhang Feng didn't make a big show of it this time.

The news from Huailiang County spread like wildfire throughout the region a month later.

And then a month later.

Zhang Feng had already arrived at a forest hundreds of miles away.

And after a small battle a month ago.

Zhang Feng felt that the 'physical constitution' in the text could no longer be considered combat strength, but rather a judgment of combat strength based on 'basic quantity'.

For example, if I am currently at the 80-pound weight class, I should theoretically have the strength of 800 pounds.

However, with the support of various martial arts meridians, internal energy, spiritual energy, and strength, he now has a strength of about 2,400 jin.

It's basically a three-fold increase.

This is because my internal energy, spiritual energy, and strength have not been fully utilized yet.

In the real world, this is considered a fully activated [270] physique.

The base figure is 2700 jin of strength, but the actual strength is around 15,000 jin, which is nearly six times the actual strength.

This doesn't even include the 'substantial' destructive power.

For example, punching a thin steel plate with your fist may not necessarily penetrate it.

However, if you use internal force and spiritual energy to cover your fist, forming a cone-shaped hard outer shell 'weapon' at the front of your fist, then you can easily penetrate steel plates.

This "weapon" in various martial arts is the ultimate fighting force.

thus.

Zhang Feng felt that the data on the panel could not fully reflect a person's actual combat strength.

But if you look into it closely, you can get a general idea.

Zhang Feng believes that this physique can be defined as 'base combat strength' in the future.

Even a cultivator needs to take care of his own body.

Then, based on his physical condition and the fluctuations of spiritual energy, we can deduce his cultivation level.

It's impossible for someone to have the magical powers of an immortal but have a mortal body, and die at the slightest touch.

That's too abstract.

Zhang Feng couldn't imagine that concept because it didn't conform to normal logic.

Just like myself, if I had nine spiritual thoughts at the start, and then the spiritual energy circulated once, my physique would increase dramatically.

This is an invisible increase that cannot be controlled.

Unless one can achieve a state of microscopic micro-scale, allowing the spiritual energy entering the body to reside in the dantian without touching any of the body's cells, it is impossible to achieve this.

So it is possible to cultivate only the spirit and not the body.

But to achieve this, one must first understand that spiritual energy is matter, and matter is composed of macromolecules.

Macromolecules, such as proteins and DNA.

Then the macromolecules in the spiritual energy are composed of 960 million molecules (the number of medicinal materials).

A molecule is composed of 96 atoms (the number of elements in a medicinal material).

Each atom contains a nucleus.

There are also 960 neutrons in the atomic nucleus (about 10 times the unstable fission of the medicinal material).

A neutron contains 3 quarks.

Quarks are the smallest particles discovered by the scientific community to date, and are also considered fundamental particles.

Quarks are so small that we can only confirm their existence, but cannot measure them accurately. We can only roughly estimate that the number of spiritual quarks is approximately 10 to the power of negative 20 meters.

The formula is (Aura Quark = 10^-20 meters).
It is lower than that of normal quarks.

Normal quarks are 10 to -18, and the formula is (approximately 10^-18).

Quantum computers can only roughly calculate this volume, but cannot observe it.

Then, to achieve complete control over spiritual energy without cultivating the physical body, one must achieve 'perfect control over the quarks in spiritual energy'.

Once one reaches the point where they can control spiritual energy quarks, it doesn't really matter whether that immortal cultivates their physical body or not.

Because in Zhang Feng's mind, once he reached that level of 'control,' then all the material rules of the world would be no secret to him.

He can reorganize and change all matter in an instant.

Given the right energy, it's even possible to turn Mars into Earth, replicate all the people and things there, and correct all the physical parameters.

If we had more energy, we could replicate the universe and turn all galaxies into our solar system.

Of course, this is on the premise that his neurological 'ment' must reach the level of a quark; otherwise, even if he is a clone, he is just a copy of a shell.

This is the highest level of knowledge that Zhang Feng can imagine with his current level of knowledge.

To call a deer a horse, or to turn beans into a television set.

All you need to do is study the relevant disciplines and then precisely control the macromolecules.

The act of calling a deer a horse will inevitably cause physiological rejection after reconstruction, which can be addressed using spiritual energy and overclocking.

It's similar to allowing wounds to heal quickly and overcome the 'rejection reaction' at an ultra-fast speed.

Then a perfect racial conversion can be achieved.

Zhang Feng felt this was really difficult because he hadn't even reached the point of controlling cells, let alone macromolecules.

Compared to this control.

Zhang Feng suddenly realized that physical training and immortal cultivation were still the simplest.

Furthermore, improving either of them indirectly increases one's self-control.

This made Zhang Feng feel that many training methods complement each other; if one is successful, then all others will be successful.

It's just that I have many areas of expertise.

There will be no situation where one 'knows what it is, but doesn't know why it is'.

Zhang Feng likes to take things one step at a time and lay a solid foundation.

Furthermore, they are diligently studying various disciplines.

Let's set a small goal first.

First, thoroughly understand the cultivation system here, and then figure out how to practice beast taming.

If things are peaceful in the next world, there are no new systems, and there's still time, I'll first thoroughly understand the engineering knowledge I've memorized and reach the intermediate level.

As for other genes, organisms, etc.

I learned it while doing research in real life.

These subjects combined are also helpful for one's "Three-Part Return to Origin" Qi.

Because knowledge from engineering, genetics, and biology can be used to establish a balance point for various training methods.

Perfect application of human biomechanics techniques is always better than guesswork.

Just like how I can quickly figure out the 'precise problems' that are the weaknesses and fatal flaws of this world, it is also thanks to my knowledge of structural points in engineering.

……

Another ten days.

Deeper into the mountains and forests.

Zhang Feng chose to stay hidden here for a few years to stabilize the situation.

However, what kind of pet to keep.

This put Zhang Feng in a difficult position.

Because along the way, all the jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards seemed unintelligent, possessing only wild animal instincts.

Taming beasts requires the best innate talent.

More intelligent wild animals will awaken their spirit relatively quickly.

Thinking.

Zhang Feng continued walking while eating a roasted tiger leg.

"roar~"

After walking through the woods for a while, a bear roar came from ahead.

Zhang Feng actually likes bears.

Because bears are ferocious beasts, they look big and imposing, and taking them out for a walk is impressive.

swish swish—

Zhang Feng took several steps at a time and quickly arrived at the woods ahead, where he saw a two-meter-tall male black bear eating a kind of fruit under a tree.

After it finished eating, it shook the tree.

Then several fruits slammed down on its head.

It looks a bit clumsy, but it's actually quite clever; at least it didn't waste its energy climbing the tree.

(End of this chapter)