There's something wrong with me

Chapter 196 I Can Fly!

'Have they discovered me? Or is it that, according to the judgment of words, an initial crisis is unavoidable?'

Zhang Feng pondered for a moment, and then saw someone actually get up and start banging the sword hilt against the statue.

"Brother, do you think there might be treasure inside the statue?"

The person who was knocking on the idol, after knocking a few times, turned around and asked:
"I've heard that many people like to put treasures inside idols."

Smashing statues of gods is considered disrespectful to heaven and earth.

There's a saying that ordinary people really wouldn't dare to smash a statue of a god.

If there's any treasure here, hehe.

“What you say makes some sense.” The burly head镖师 was swayed by his words and also got up to examine the statue.

at the same time.

The terrified man said with some trepidation, "Brother... what if the Great Master really descends... what if there are eavesdroppers..."

"What do you mean by 'walls have ears'? What do you mean by 'divine intervention'?" One of the镖头 (bodyguards) shook his head. "Don't scare him. Although we brothers don't understand magic, we don't know any masters of magic."

But talking about it privately is still feasible.

As the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) spoke, he carefully examined the statue's appearance.
"When I went to the capital years ago, I was fortunate enough to see three great masters from afar."

Their appearances are different from those of the idol.

Besides, if a high-ranking sorcerer truly possessed the legendary ability to descend into the heavens, there was absolutely no way he could descend upon the statues of other deities.

"Yes, yes! The head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) is right!"

"Yes! The Grand Master has his own temple, how could he have descended upon other deities?"

Perhaps it's the allure of wealth, or perhaps it's the curiosity of opening a blind box.

The crowd didn't care about the supernatural beings and gods; instead, they wanted to knock on the door and take a look.

Because many monks have said that there are no 'heaven and earth deities' in the world.

If there are any, they are the great masters and Taoists who have cultivated to the Golden Core stage.

However, the statues of gods that should be there will still be there, because many people still believe that there are gods in heaven and earth.

This man, in particular, was very superstitious. When he saw the crowd about to attack, he immediately stood in front of the statue and tried to stop them, saying, "Brother..."

"Enough with the nonsense!" The head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) saw that he had already explained twice, but the man still insisted on stopping him, so he immediately became sullen.

"Get off!"

Two other bodyguards grabbed the man and dragged him to the original campfire, telling him to sit down and watch.

Of course, they were only being so polite because they were all colleagues.

If it were an outsider, they would have attacked long ago.

You should know that they were bodyguards, who frequently dealt with bandits from all over the country, as well as all sorts of people.

With such experience, they are certainly not exactly pushovers.

If he were a kind-hearted person, he would have ended his career as a镖师 (bodyguard/escort) long ago.

Unless one possesses unparalleled strength and is fearless in the face of all heroes, then any personality is acceptable.

Even changing someone's personality is a piece of cake for them.

"Smash it for me!"

She was also dragged to the ground along with the man.

The others also picked up some stones from the ground, preparing to smash them open and take a look.

With their physical condition, dismantling a stone statue would be no problem at all.

Right now.

Seeing that they were really going to make a move, Zhang Feng could no longer sit still.

Now you have two choices in front of you.

First, he appears and displays his extraordinary talent.

There are two possibilities: either they will be treated well, or they will be treated like monsters.

Put yourself in their shoes. If someone saw a baby running faster than a horse and even using magic, they would instinctively be terrified and run away, report it to the authorities, or instinctively kill the monster.

The TV often talks about 'reincarnation of a demon,' which might refer to someone like me.

Second, instead of going out, just become a statue and pretend to be a great mage.

I've already thought of a Taoist name: Qingshan, Lingshan, or even Neiyangshan from the world before that. I'll just pick one.

Of course, you can't choose Yangshan, otherwise you might end up in another 'adventure story'.

Zhang Feng felt that the "True Man of Yangshan" was someone else entirely.

If my jump creates a closed loop that prevents him from appearing in the future, then that would be interesting.

Within the virtual world, Zhang Feng learned about some of the rules of parallel worlds and felt that it was very likely.

Because at that time, I might have become like 'Yangshan'.

As he pondered, Zhang Feng looked outside.

At that moment, the group approached at the command of the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort). Just as the stone was about to land on the statue, they strangely found themselves unable to move.

"what happened……"

"Big brother, my body won't obey me..."

"Grand Master... Grand Master..."

Although the group remained in the act of smashing the statue, their expressions showed utter shock.

"You...can't move?" The head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) subconsciously took two steps forward, intending to check on his three brothers, but then found that he too was unable to move.

Seeing such a bizarre scene,
The head镖师 felt a chill run down his spine, his mind went blank, and he couldn't even speak.

Seeing this, the others were in no better shape.

"Big brother... don't scare me..."

"Big brother...he...he...the idol..."

They wanted to run, but looking at the statue that appeared even more eerie in the firelight, they couldn't move their feet, fearing that if they ran, they might die instantly.

Zhang Feng, who was inside the statue, was in no better shape, because trying to control their movements with spiritual energy was no less than wrestling with them.

I'm only at 18 physique right now. Even with the blessing of spiritual energy, it would be tough to deal with four people with physiques around 50.

This is entirely due to the properties of spiritual energy, the ever-changing force, and the structure and dynamics of the human body, etc., to achieve 'using the opponent's strength against them'.

At this moment, it was within Zhang Feng's field of vision.

They appear unable to move, but in reality, their entire bodies are in motion.

Zhang Feng simply used spiritual energy as a medium to transfer the force from their arms to their legs, thus canceling it out.

And in such high-speed computing and leveraging of resources.

Zhang Feng doesn't have many hands free now; he can only control one more person at most.

And they are also unable to cast spells.

Because offensive talismans consume more spiritual energy than control talismans, and also more spiritual energy than spirit-seeking talismans and spiritual consciousness talismans.

After all, the attack is launched outwards, while the remaining spiritual consciousness and spirit-seeking remain within one's own body.

With his current total spiritual energy, he could only cast two attack talismans with a single stroke.

If you can't kill them, you'll die.

There were more than a dozen players with a physique of 50, and the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) had a physique of nearly 60.

Zhang Feng felt that the problem couldn't be solved by 'murder'.

Besides, it seems like we don't have any grudges against each other.

Meanwhile, Zhang Feng was pondering what kind of opening line would make them take it seriously.

"The divine grandfather has appeared!" The man was quite decisive, breaking free from the restraints of his colleagues on both sides and bowing his head in worship.

The two colleagues had no time to pay attention to the man and were left standing there in a daze.

At the same time, the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) and others were also woken up by the man, and then they begged for mercy.

"Grand Master... True Man..."

"Senior! We know we were wrong..."

"I was transporting goods for the government... I had a moment of disrespect, please forgive me, senior..."

They begged for mercy in fear, and others also knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

'This archmage should be nearby...'

However, the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) did not believe in gods or divine intervention, but instead felt that a master was nearby.

Or perhaps there really is a treasure inside this statue, and some cultivator is guarding it.

Zhang Feng ignored them and, seeing them beg for mercy, released his spiritual energy and used air vibrations to create a sound like the howling of the wind.

"Retreat..."

The voice was of indeterminate age and indistinct, as if it came from outside and echoed within the dilapidated temple.

"As expected, there is a master!" The head镖师 knew he had guessed correctly as soon as he heard this.

This master may indeed be protecting some kind of treasure, or perhaps this is his temple or something.

But whatever the speculation, seeing that the expert hadn't killed them, they naturally dared not say anything more and ran away with their boxes on their backs.

The reason they still remembered to carry the box was because if the box was lost, they would still be hunted down by the government.

This镖头 (bodyguard/escort) was certainly bold, or perhaps it was just an instinctive reaction from someone who had been traveling the martial world.

Before leaving, he respectfully asked the person inside the dilapidated temple, "May I ask your name, esteemed master?"

When traveling the martial arts world, people like to spread their names or seek opportunities for revenge, so asking for names is a common occurrence.

Of course, it's quite possible that the person asking for the name will also get stabbed, which is normal.

However, this is not the case under normal circumstances. In some historical records from the Tang Dynasty, the rules of these chivalrous heroes had already formed into a kind of tradition.

That's why so many famous figures and events from the Tang Dynasty have been passed down.

Otherwise, if you see someone who is smarter or more capable than you, you'll just cut them down.

That civilization has come to an end.

Zhang Feng had previously considered nicknames to guard against this tactic, and now he naturally replied:

"This humble Taoist priest lives amidst green mountains."

Zhang Feng had experienced the martial arts world in several worlds, so he naturally understood it.

'The Taoist of Green Mountain?'

Rainy night.

When the镖头 (bodyguard) and the others heard this Taoist name, they exchanged glances, none of them having heard of it before.

Regardless of whether they had heard of it before, they all bowed in unison the next second and then set off into the rainy night.

After seeing them leave, Zhang Feng felt relieved. He then thought for a moment, cautiously left the statue, and prepared to hide in another place.

A depth of a few feet underground would be good.

It's best to proceed cautiously when a baby starts out without a family.

three days later.

Outside the Zhang family mansion in Xuanhu City.

The guards on duty at the gate all have a Qi Refining Realm level of 80.

The Zhang family was the most prominent family in the prefecture.

The current head of the family is a Golden Core cultivator who is unparalleled in the prefecture.

This caused many ordinary people to walk quickly past the Zhang family mansion and not dare to make a loud noise.

In fact, unless it was a necessary journey, they would rather take a longer route than pass in front of the Zhang family's house.

This was all because the son of the Zhang family head was a spoiled brat.

He often takes advantage of his father's status as a high-ranking cultivator to arbitrarily beat and scold people he dislikes.

It was like someone laughing loudly as they walked past the Zhang family's house.

If Young Master Zhang sees this, he'll definitely get a beating.

The Zhang family head didn't care.

Firstly, he had a son late in life; secondly, young master Zhang possessed extraordinary talent; and thirdly, the head of the Zhang family was often away from home, instead traveling to various places to search for demons and exchange Taoist techniques.

So over time, they just let it be.

In Zhang's opinion, with him protecting him, nothing else matters.

But today.

Inside Zhang's study.

Sixteen-year-old Young Master Zhang was kneeling defiantly.

The white-haired Zhang family head sat majestically on an old wooden bench.

He is now 326 years old.

But what about the children who were not convinced?

The Zhang family head also asked somewhat angrily:
"Although Zhang Feng was an orphan picked up by my family, he is not a blood relative of my Zhang family."

However, having already been given a name by the family elders, he is considered half a member of the Zhang family.

Why did you order him to be abandoned?

"Too noisy." Young Master Zhang looked up at his father. "Father, please don't scold me anymore. I didn't kill him; instead, I put him in a dilapidated temple."

People occasionally come to burn incense at that dilapidated temple; perhaps it has already been taken by someone.

He spoke with great conviction,

"Besides, I am your child, and he is just an outsider. His crying is affecting my cultivation. What's wrong with me throwing him away?"
If the clan elder hadn't found him, he would have starved to death long ago and wouldn't have come to my Zhang family.

Of course, I know that my father doesn't value him, but rather wants to use Zhang Feng's matter as an excuse to teach me a lesson.

Teach children to think carefully before acting and not to take the lives of others arbitrarily.

"Eh..." Faced with the child's sophistry, the Zhang family head didn't really know what to say.

Because if he says one principle, his child can say ten, and they are all correct.

Although he knew that his child's idea was absolutely wrong, a bit too realistic and selfish, he couldn't just slap his own child to death, could he?

Even if we beat someone, let alone kill them, we can still beat them.

He couldn't bear to part with it either.

"With your personality, you're bound to get me into trouble sooner or later!"

All that's left for Zhang the family head is to give some appropriate lectures.

And although this kid is arrogant, he is indeed smart; he only bullies those he can bully.

Unlike typical spoiled brats who go around provoking everyone, he didn't act like that.

But for the Zhang family head, this oppression was problematic, because one day he would provoke someone who seemed ordinary but was actually extraordinary.

Sometimes it's just that complicated. The Zhang family head knew how to stop it and what the best course of action was. As long as the child was locked up, nothing would happen.

But as a father, I can't do such a thing.

All he can do now is pray that the great scholar they found for him will educate him properly, instead of him coming home every day to hear the words, "The teacher said: Please call your parents."

We need to assign him more guards.

The Zhang family head thought to himself that it would be better to send more people to keep an eye on him.

As for Zhang Feng's matter...

Ultimately, they are outsiders who were adopted.

This is definitely a minor matter when it comes to one's own child's education.

"I'll go and tell the clan elders."

The head of the Zhang family stood up from his chair. "You should get up too. Don't kneel."

As he spoke, he emphasized, "I will be going to Linzhou in a few days. During my absence, do not provoke the clan elders."

He had some reservations about you throwing Zhang Feng away.

"I understand." Young Master Zhang nodded, then chuckled and shook his head. "I don't think the clan elder feels sorry for Zhang Feng, but rather that I have challenged his authority in the mansion."

"Stop talking!" Patriarch Zhang frowned and said, "He is, after all, your third grandfather, my third uncle, and a cultivator who has achieved minor success in the Golden Core stage."

"You're just a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator. If it weren't for me, even if you're a member of the Zhang family, he would have locked you up long ago just for this one incident."

"Lock me up." Young Master Zhang laughed, "Father, I am a member of the Zhang family and I have great talent. Even without you, he wouldn't be willing to kill me."

The child only needs to proceed slowly and gradually, and will eventually deal with him and repay the kindness of being imprisoned in the dungeon.

Of course, this method is too insidious. It's better to use a famous saying from the Records of the Grand Historian: "A gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years," emphasizing forbearance and endurance.

"Do as you please." The Zhang family head actually disliked the child's insidious way of dealing with family members, but he also liked this kind of insidiousness.

At least after his own lifespan of five hundred years ends, he alone will not suffer a loss.

……

night.

"Damn it!"

And then, in a secret room in the backyard of the Zhang family.

The clan elder was angry and cursing.

Because after he returned from the city today, he heard from the steward that the master of the house did not punish young master Zhang.

This undoubtedly undermined his authority.

As for Zhang Feng, he didn't care, and neither did the Zhang family father and son.

The fact that Zhang Feng was thrown away was more of a covert power struggle within the Zhang family.

That's Zhang Feng's role.

And in the following ten years or so...

They had largely forgotten the specifics of Zhang Feng's story, only knowing that there had been a baby they had found and then abandoned.

……

In the blink of an eye, it's been eighteen years since I came into this world.

Aside from the first few days when things weren't going so well.

After his spiritual energy surged, Zhang Feng began eating meat and cultivating in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

This happens unconsciously, or perhaps it's due to immense pressure to survive.

Zhang Fengyi went into seclusion to practice martial arts, and nearly nineteen years passed in the blink of an eye.

Also on this day.

Within the dense mountain forests of the border region.

The air here is fresh and the atmosphere is very spiritual.

Zhang Feng, draped in an animal skin, walked on foot through the mountains and forests.

As they walked, they saw a Qi Refining Realm demon beast flying through the air.

With a light step, Zhang Feng leaped straight out of the forest like a bird and flew towards the monster!

"Wow!"

The monster ran away the moment it saw Zhang Fengfei arrive.

However, Zhang Feng used spiritual energy to form wings, along with the surrounding airflow, to achieve a speed of approximately 300 meters per second, almost reaching the speed of sound.

At such a terrifying speed, equivalent to about 1080 kilometers per hour, it is much faster than a maglev train.

The monster hadn't even flapped its wings a few times.

Zhang Feng grabbed it with his large hand, and the spiritual energy scattered its vitality and feathers, while the fire-attribute spiritual energy baked it.

In less than five seconds.

Zhang Feng sat upright in mid-air, casually took out some synthetic cumin from his pocket, sprinkled it on, and began to eat his 'braised monster' meal.

Five years ago, Zhang Feng could already fly.

At that time, my physical constitution was 70, I had ten spiritual thoughts, I had achieved the Great Success of Foundation Building, and my spiritual awareness was 150 meters.

Currently, his physical constitution is 410, his foundation is fully established, and his spiritual awareness is 800 meters.

Although his physical condition did not improve much, his spiritual energy became increasingly abundant.

Furthermore, Zhang Feng was deliberately suppressing this physique.

Because if I go any higher, I'll be too heavy to fly.

Similarly, Zhang Feng also knew why he couldn't fly in reality.

Ultimately, it's too heavy.

My real-life constitution is 516, and my weight is around 1000 jin (500 catties). I have a solid body shape, which creates a huge point of downward pressure.

Although it can fly and float, it requires using spiritual thought to control spiritual energy, and then supporting and controlling its own body.

This invisibly reduces one's ultimate fighting strength.

In Zhang Feng's mind, that wasn't flying, but being dragged along.

Unlike now, where a small amount of spiritual energy can be used as wings and the principles of dynamics can be applied to achieve free flight.

Meanwhile, Zhang Feng was simultaneously refining his cultivation realm and his physical constitution.

By constantly exploring the balance point, I can ensure that no matter what physical condition I am in in the future, I can quickly achieve the "leaping through the air" that allows me to ride the wind.

Traveling by air is faster than traveling on the ground.

At my current speed, as long as the spiritual energy doesn't run out and I don't get tired...

Theoretically, it would take forty hours to circle the Earth.

Zhang Feng felt that this was the level that a 400-point physique should have.

I realized I had practiced it a bit incorrectly before.

(End of this chapter)