There's something wrong with me

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"Immortal magic..."

"Run...run away quickly..."

"A demonic beast...it's a demon too...it's demonic magic! Demonic magic!"

After a brief pause, no one went up again; instead, they scattered and fled.

"Go catch the smaller ones." Zhang Feng instructed Qingshan, then ignored everyone else and looked at the sect leader who was also fleeing.

'Run away, run away, run away...'

The sect leader currently has only one thought in mind.

Because while 'internal energy' can protect the body, it can also be used to project some of it outwards.

But people like Zhang Feng have become 'legendary spells'.

There's no need to fight anymore; he doesn't want to risk his life.

Furthermore, there was a terrifying giant bear that was easily slaughtering his disciples.

At this moment, he turned his head slightly to look behind him. The giant bear seemed to be in an empty land. Its huge palm swept out, and none of its enemies could withstand a single blow. It was simply slaughtering them.

Although the sect leader felt heartbroken and resentful, he knew that things were beyond repair.

The question is no longer whether he can stop the man and the bear, but whether he can use his disciple as a delaying tactic so that he can escape successfully.

But he hadn't escaped more than a hundred meters.

Accompanied by screams and roars from behind.

A figure flashed in front of him.

Zhang Feng stood ten meters in front of him, the sword already pointed at him.

"Head!"

At this moment, there were indeed elders who were protecting their master. Seeing that the sect leader had been detained, they rushed towards Zhang Feng.

When Zhang Feng saw that he was three meters away from him, a sword aura slashed out and cut him in half at the waist.

Only the momentum of the forward rush remained; the severed corpse flew over and landed at Zhang Feng's feet.

After easily killing another person.

Zhang Feng glanced at Qingshan, and only after confirming that his disciples were alright did he turn to the silent sect leader.
Where are all the martial arts techniques of your sect located?

"You..." The sect leader wanted to say something.

Swah—

Zhang Feng took a few steps, slashed with his sword, and severed one of the sect leader's arms.

"Ah..." He covered his arm with one hand.

Zhang Feng held the blade of his sword to his throat. "Where is your martial arts skill?"

……

ten minutes later.

The shouts of battle had ceased, and the training ground was littered with corpses.

Qingshan doesn't have the habit of eating people, and even if he has a craving for blood, he can still resist it.

Now, his gaze is looking upwards.

And on the mountain peak.

Zhang Feng gazed at their sect's small warehouse.

It contains writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstones, gold and silver jewelry, divine weapons, basically everything.

Zhang Feng completely ignored these strange objects, focusing only on the dozens of secret manuals inside.

"They're all here..."

The sect leader's wound has stopped bleeding; spiritual energy can stop the bleeding and stabilize the injury.

Zhang Feng ignored him and waved his hand, causing all the secret manuals inside to gather together, forming a stack almost as tall as a person.

It was then packed in a large box.

Control the box with spiritual energy.

Zhang Feng, with the sect leader in his hand, leaped off the fifty-meter-high mountain peak amidst the sect leader's terrified gaze.

Feel the strong wind as we landed.

Just as it was about to hit the mountainside.

Using his spiritual energy to cushion his fall, Zhang Feng landed steadily on the training ground, which was filled with corpses.

"Carry it on your back."

Zhang Feng placed the box on Qingshan's back, then looked at the sect leader.
"Come with me to the palace."

Since they were thinking of going to the palace to find more secret manuals and to study the structure of spiritual energy.

In order to better integrate, the sect leader is a good 'pledge of allegiance'.

Otherwise, if it's just one person and one bear going there, they'll have to rely on their own strength to enjoy the resources.

While this is acceptable, it's no different from the actions of a sect leader; both are acts of banditry in the martial arts world.

I have no grudge against this court, so there's no need for it.

As for why the court didn't avenge him, a mere innocent commoner, after he was once a member of a sect and his entire sect was wiped out?

This is because the martial arts world and the imperial court are in charge of separate affairs.

Now, what Zhang Feng needs to do is not only to restore order to the martial arts world under the imperial court, but also to prevent his own fate from happening to other innocent people again.

What you've experienced in your own memory naturally needs to be revised.

It's something I can conveniently do while researching Reiki.

just.

Upon hearing that Zhang Feng was going to the palace, the sect leader, who had maintained a righteous demeanor, suddenly said, "Zhang... Hero Zhang... With your abilities, you actually want to go to the imperial court? Are you going to become a lackey of the court?"

"That's a good provocation." Zhang Feng nodded, then suddenly drew his sword again and severed his other arm. "The sect leader is right. With my skills, I should treat you like fish on a chopping block."

This is the true principle, and this is the spirit of chivalry that we, the heroes of today, should embody.

"Ah ah..." The sect leader, whose arms had been severed, was now kneeling on the ground, staring at the severed arms, looking as if he wanted to reattach them.

Seeing his pitiful state, Zhang Feng remained unmoved and said:
Unfortunately, we have an old grudge.

If we have no grudge, I can freely torture and kill you to show the chivalrous demeanor you desire.

At that time, when you are the fish on the chopping block, and an ordinary person, you will need a 'court hound' like me.

Now, if you want to live, follow me and stop talking nonsense.

After saying that, Zhang Feng led Qingshan down the mountain.

The sect leader watched Zhang Feng's departing figure, pondered for a few moments, and decided that it was better to live a miserable life than to die. He took one last reluctant look at his severed arm before following Zhang Feng out of the mountain.

……

The news of the destruction of the Hengxun Sect spread throughout the area within a few days.

The people who spread this news included disciples who escaped that day, wandering swordsmen who happened to pass by the gate, and villagers who were hunting in the mountains.

"Have you heard...? A celestial master, accompanied by a spirit beast, wiped out the entire Hengxun Sect..."

This day.

In a city on the border.

Many people in the streets and alleys are talking about this.

Some ordinary people applauded and celebrated, feeling that these villains of the underworld deserved to die.

Because Hengxun Sect, relying on its members being highly skilled, had also oppressed ordinary people like them.

If it weren't for the government having some bottom line, these powerful martial arts heroes would probably have already abducted women.

In the words of these chivalrous heroes, 'If not for the pleasure of the heart, why practice martial arts? Now, it's annoying that the imperial court is meddling in other people's business; this world is inherently a world where the strong prey on the weak.'

Faced with these words, the common people naturally dared not speak out in anger, and when they saw these chivalrous figures from major sects, they all called them "heroic grandfathers".

Otherwise, these heroes, while not killing them, would still get a beating.

Of course, there are also good sects and good heroes.

These chivalrous heroes also protect the people and stand up for them.

But the people of Hengxun Sect kill any good knight they see.

I hate these meddlesome people.

Furthermore, the conflicts between chivalrous individuals constitute disputes within the martial arts world, which the government authorities do not intervene in.

You can take your anger out on these chivalrous heroes.

This world is deformed because of martial arts.

is also normal.

But on this very day...

The people in the city were celebrating the destruction of Hengxun Sect.

Boom boom—

The people closest to the city gate felt a tremor in the ground.

"What...what is that...?"

On the city wall, many soldiers looked panicked, staring blankly at the area below the city gate.

A shout rang out outside the city gate, and everyone looked at Zhang Feng and Qingshan below the gate.

"It's... the Immortal Master! The Immortal Master!"

"A spirit beast! He's a master who destroys evil sects!"

"The Hengxun Sect was wiped out by this immortal master!"

"Quickly pay respects to your benefactor!"

The people and merchants outside the gate were excited, but faced with the terrifying size of the green mountain, they did not dare to approach rashly.

Furthermore, some timid villagers quietly moved to the back, fearing that the spirit beast would devour them in one bite.

At the same time, behind and to the side of Qingshan, followed the sect leader who had lost both arms.

His face was deathly pale, and when he heard these lowly people's words about 'exterminating the whole family,' he was filled with shame and anger.

"He is Sect Master Heng!"

Then, someone recognized him.

"Yes! That's him!"

"I never imagined he'd end up like this! Thank God!"

Upon hearing this person's words, many people turned their gaze to the sect leader, who hurriedly lowered his head.

Seeing their sect leader in such a state naturally brought them great satisfaction.

The sect leader was naturally furious at such a scorching gaze.

'If one day I escape from that traitor Zhang Feng, even if it means fighting to the death with the imperial court, I will burn these lowly people alive!'

The sect leader is exceptionally talented. Since being taken into Hengxun Sect, he has lived a life of luxury and has been admired by many since childhood.

Now, can he even bear this scene?
Even five years ago, when he and several of his friends went to a big city, he scared a prefect so badly that he wet himself.

But at this moment, Zhang Feng was sitting on the back of the demon bear.

The sword in his hand was vaguely pointing in his direction.

Even if he had a lot of dissatisfaction and resentment, he could only keep it to himself.

Zhang Feng ignored him and instead looked at the people around him.

To be honest, Zhang Feng had originally thought that bringing Qingshan into the city for the first time today would probably arouse fear in most people.

But now it seems that only a small number of people are afraid of him.

Many others, however, were looking at themselves with excitement.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Feng knew that his reputation for destroying Hengxun Sect had spread, and that there was indeed something wrong with this martial arts world.

……

night.

Inside the government office in the city.

Qingshan was sleeping in the backyard when he jumped in.

It was in a side hall in the backyard.

The sect leader knelt outside the door.

Inside the palace.

As Zhang Feng sipped his tea, he glanced at the prefect, who was beaming with a fawning smile. “Prefect Li, there’s no need to worry. I’m just resting here for the night and will head east first thing tomorrow morning.”

He came to the city near Hengxun Gate to see if the people would accept Qingshan.

During the day, it looks alright, but if there are some delays on the road and the reputation spreads further, there shouldn't be any major problems.

Otherwise, if one were to head straight for the center of this dynasty, 'Gu City'.

The chaos and disorder along the way, with people running around in circles, will only cause more trouble.

If that attracts more exorcists who take turns coming to find him, there will be even less entertainment, and he'll have to force himself to add more.

Instead of wasting time dealing with them, I'd rather read a book a little longer on the way.

And indeed, things turned out exactly as Zhang Feng had imagined.

As Zhang Feng traveled back and forth, and given that Hengxun Sect was a major faction of the dynasty, the incident that day spread like wildfire among everyone.

The name spread like wildfire.

after that.

Wherever Zhang Feng went, the local people, if not exactly welcoming him with lining of streets, were more curious than fearful.

Zhang Feng also liked this feeling.

At the very least, just don't see yourself as a monster.

They continued walking towards the palace.

It lasted three months.

Zhang Feng finished reading the secret manual of Hengxun Sect on the way, which deepened his understanding and knowledge.

And then at the end of the third month.

Fifteen miles from the capital city, on a small road.

now.

Zhang Feng sat on the back of the green mountain, while the sect leader ran behind him.

But even on such ordinary days of traveling.

Zhang Feng suddenly saw a middle-aged man dressed as a constable standing on the road ahead.

There were more than a dozen familiar faces standing behind him, as if they were waiting for him on purpose.

"Young Master Zhang!"

"Young hero!"

"Immortal Master!"

They all addressed Zhang Feng in different ways.

Zhang Feng glanced at them. Apart from the constable, whom he didn't recognize, the remaining dozen or so people were all former miners.

Behind them, two more people were kneeling.

"Master Zhang!" At this moment, the constable stepped forward, clasped his hands, and said, "These two are the supervisors who once drew the portrait of the master."

The prefect of Linghuai City specifically ordered me to bring these two men here for you, sir, to deal with as you see fit.

“Many people know I’m going to Gucheng, that’s not surprising.” Zhang Feng looked at the constable. “But how did you know I would take this route?”

"To be honest..." the constable said somewhat embarrassedly, "I once took on the case of Master Zhang, and have been searching for him for more than ten years without success."

But based on Zhang Daxia's purpose and the route he'd taken over the past few months, it was clear that Zhang Daxia was heading straight for Gu Cheng.

He paused, somewhat surprised, and pulled out another map.

The above is Zhang Feng's path, which is almost a straight line from west to east.

Whether it's a mountain, a river, or a city, you can just walk straight through.

It was a journey through cities, over mountains, and across rivers.

We'll only detour around small rivers.

This is also why black bears don't wade in water, and there are no large boats in the river.

“There’s a river to the southeast nearby,” said Constable Ling with a smile. “When Master Zhang encounters a river, he tends to drift north, so I’ll wait here.”

'They've gotten used to catching me.' Zhang Feng hadn't expected that someone would touch his habitual way of thinking.

This is actually not a good thing.

Fortunately, this world is a martial arts world, not some laser sniper rifle.

Otherwise, you'll lose one chance to revive.

'Too much smooth sailing has made me forget some of the old tricks of the detective world.'

Zhang Feng pondered for a moment, feeling that he was still not cautious enough, and that his spiritual power was insufficient. In addition, his inner demons had spread too much, affecting his normal thinking.

Otherwise, such a small mistake would not be made.

It seems that if I'm not too busy in the next world, I'll need to find an opportunity to work on my inner demons.

Otherwise, dragging it out indefinitely won't solve anything.

……

On the day.

They met the emperor.

They knew that Zhang Feng was coming, so they went out of the palace to greet him.

After all, the story of one man and one bear destroying a major sect had already spread to the capital.

There are even storytellers who have told the story of "Immortal Master Huailiang".

Many chivalrous heroes from all corners of the country gathered in the capital, wanting to follow Zhang Feng.

And here, just south of the capital, some busybodies erected the 'Hero's Tower' a month ago.

They are selecting elites to join Zhang Feng, who is about to arrive in the capital.

Zhang Feng's prestige reached its zenith in the world.

same.

The emperor and others certainly couldn't afford to offend such a 'divine figure'.

The decision to go out of the palace to greet them was also a strategy they came up with.

Facing the emperor and the group of ministers cautiously observing Qingshan, Zhang Feng didn't say much, but instead pushed the sect leader forward.
"This world needs some reform."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Feng waved his hand and beheaded the sect leader from a distance of more than three meters.

The spell, so similar to that of a deity, along with the massive green mountain, terrified everyone, who repeatedly agreed.

Meanwhile, all around, the soldiers trembled with fear before the green mountains and the immortal master, terrified that the emperor would shout, "Take them down!"

If the emperor dared to shout, some of them would only be sent to their deaths.

The others prepared to flee.

……

Seven days later, it will be an auspicious day.

The Emperor prayed to Heaven for blessings.

Today, Zhang Feng has become the Imperial Preceptor, in charge of all martial arts and warfare, and has taken over some of the responsibilities of the Ministry of Rites, including the administration of sacrifices to Heaven and Earth.

The secrets of the national treasury were also fully opened to Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng also began studying the spiritual energy framework according to his plan.

He also ordered all the sect leaders and masters of the martial arts world to bring their respective secret manuals to the imperial court at the end of the year to receive official titles.

As for other sects suspected of being guilty, Zhang Feng ordered the divine constable to collect evidence.

If everything is true, then it will be dealt with according to the law.

These orders were issued.

The entire martial arts world was in complete chaos.

However, the great growing pains of change are inevitable.

In the following two years, assassinations and unrest occurred frequently in various places.

Zhang Feng, on the other hand, studied while leading Qingshan and the army on their expedition.

In just two years, with the assistance of upright individuals from all sides and the support of the people, the situation has improved significantly.

The turmoil gradually subsided.

Next, regarding the issue of crossbows.

After studying for two years, Zhang Feng also tried making 'Spirit Stone Technology Runes'.

For example, placing a 'spiritual energy membrane' on the arrow can break the spiritual energy of a martial artist.

As for the results, to be honest, they weren't very good.

Zhang Feng suddenly realized that things were not quite as he had imagined.

Once spiritual energy escapes one's control, it's practically a pipe dream to expect it to form a stable structure and be used for killing.

Unless it can absorb spiritual energy autonomously after separating from itself, it cannot achieve structural stability.

After all, maintaining oneself requires a certain amount of energy.

Alternatively, instead of letting them be consumed, they can be sealed off so that not a single bit is lost before they are used.

Simply put, it means forming a completely closed 'sphere'.

Inside the sphere is its array structure, and spiritual energy constantly rotates within the structure, maintaining eternal stability.

This is even more difficult, no less than creating a 'spiritual-style circulating superconductor'.

So the question comes back to how to create a 'balanced structure' that can absorb spiritual energy on its own even after it has separated from itself.

Zhang Feng felt that if he could break through this barrier, he would also be able to achieve "not being broken" and "having no fatal flaws".

And as long as this basic framework is done well.

So in the future, whether you encounter magical formations or strange talismans...

Based on this principle, one can achieve structural splicing and assembly, or some disassembly and analysis.

This is equivalent to '1+1' in mathematics, which is the most basic.

Unfortunately, another year has passed.

Zhang Feng was still a little confused.

For this.

Zhang Feng came up with a solution that was hardly a solution at all.

First, we need to quickly expand the spiritual energy system within this world.

By capturing big data, one can learn from others' experiences and collect more spiritual frameworks.

Furthermore, with more basic data, the computing power building might even be able to calculate spiritual energy.

Of course, the premise is that there are enough basic rules and principles of spiritual energy; otherwise, Xiaolou with computing power cannot calculate it with just a few formulas.

It's like inputting only 1+1, without any other formulas or rules related to chemistry or physics, and then letting the computing power of the little building calculate how to make a bomb.

This is exhausting even the most powerful computing building; it's something even the most powerful computing building couldn't do.

Currently, the problem is that there is too little spiritual energy data, and the computing power of the small building is insufficient to perform large-scale calculations that conform to logic and scientific phenomena.

But if there are enough formations and enough principles.

Even if it calculates a 'wormhole jump formula', Zhang Feng would still think it's normal.

thereafter.

There's another matter in reality.

That means you have to raise another 'spirit beast' in real life as well.

On the one hand, Qingshan has practically raised him to be a fool; he still can't speak.

Therefore, I didn't gain much insight into the neurological aspects of spirituality.

Furthermore, the current reality is not suitable for the widespread adoption of spiritual cultivation among the general public.

So, when it comes to neurology, there has to be an example.

this time.

Zhang Feng decided to raise a plump, white polar bear, starting with a baby.

Of course, it was also time to part ways with Aoyama.

Zhang Feng was a little reluctant to part with him, so he wanted to find a 'replacement baby'.

At the same time, Zhang Feng also understood why the Great Immortal of Lingshan was reluctant to kill the rat.

Because there was really no way to proceed, and thankfully I was able to put this on hold.

Otherwise, there would be a demonic bear over four meters tall in the world, invulnerable to swords and spears.

If he were to hide deep in the mountains and forests and cultivate for several more decades, he would reach a height of over ten meters.

That would be a global catastrophe.

Without self-reliance, disaster is inevitable.

Green hills crave blood; it's a biological instinct.

If I can't pause...

now.

In the imperial garden of the palace, Zhang Feng pondered, gazing at the green hills lazily basking in the sun in the pond.

To be honest, I really can't bring myself to do it.

Zhang Feng finally understood the Great Immortal of Lingshan.

(End of this chapter)