There's something wrong with me

Chapter 237 'Establishing anew after destruction'

Huhu—

Two hours later, the night was even deeper.

Although Zhang Feng was still gazing at the moon, he knew that there was a pair of eyes watching him from the window next to him.

"Evil people are like possessing demons; they may appear as ghosts, but in reality, they can be harnessed for one's own use, transformed into 'cousins'."

Wow!

He got up from the kitchen door.

Zhang Feng had a very strong and sophisticated idea in mind, but when he suddenly stood up, he felt the world spinning and almost fell headfirst.

This is the limit of my thinking ability.

Five hours of training were too much for Zhang Feng to handle.

This was after a long afternoon nap.

Otherwise, if you buy the medicine yourself, you can fix it directly.

She'll pass out within an hour at most.

You can't fix much in an hour.

'If it weren't for this master thief's accomplice, I estimate it would have taken an extra day to achieve today's life-extending effect...'

Thinking to himself, Zhang Feng slowly steadied himself and moved towards the room in front of him.

'This old man is still not going to live much longer…' The bandit chuckled inwardly as he saw Zhang Feng swaying unsteadily.
'Now it looks even worse.'

Medicine shouldn't be taken indiscriminately.

But seeing him scraping the pan and refining the liquid earlier, he does seem to have some skills.

He shook his head and then stopped looking.

at the same time.

Zhang Fengqiang, enduring nausea and dizziness, grabbed onto the beam of the house next to him.

And although he appeared to be unsteady on his feet, leaning against the wall and beam, Zhang Feng's ear was actually pressed against the wall.

He also used his physical condition as a cover to listen to the sounds inside the thief's house.

It's another battle of wits, another psychological confrontation with the master thief.

After waiting a while longer, Zhang Feng vaguely heard the bandit's even and slow breathing, which confirmed that he had fallen asleep.

Then we can use 'the final puff of smoke'.

"Luckily, I focused on improving his hearing this time, and since it's late autumn, there are no insects chirping, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hear his breathing while he was sleeping."

While listening to the wall, Zhang Feng awkwardly adjusted his body posture and exhaled a short breath of 'black gas' that was visible to the naked eye.

The aura lingered in the air for several seconds, emitting a strong medicinal smell similar to rotting wood.

This is Zhang Feng's 'smoke exhalation'.

Some of these are waste gases from the body, but more often they are 'high-risk lesions' in diseased cells within the body.

Like normal fat, these substances were metabolized out of the body by Zhang Feng using the power of medicine and the principles of biological modification, and finally through short, high-frequency breathing.

This strange scene of exhaling smoke was naturally not to be seen by outsiders.

Even if the thief's cultivation level is not high and he is not related to spiritual energy.

But if someone discovers they possess such 'strange divination skills,' then there will be many more variables in the future, so it's better to maintain the status quo for now.

This breath also caused some damage to my vital energy.

Now we really have no way to protect ourselves.

Because his telomeres have now reached their limit, he can no longer regenerate cells.

Cells decrease with use and are depleted with use.

What they vomited was the body's 'energy source (only the cells left)'.

But if these lesions are left, and the body is currently unable to repair them, then...

They will only infect more healthy cells.

Even now, what's even more distressing is that I still have quite a few disease-carrying cells.

However, I dare not exhale more 'moderately diseased cells' and 'high-risk minor cells'.

I still have all of these diseased cells.

Otherwise, if you exhale smoke hundreds of times, as long as you don't "melt," you can "empty" all your internal organs.

Most of my internal organs are diseased.

But compared to the cells of these common diseases, Zhang Feng felt even less like a human being.

Because cells are expelled during respiration, the disease is expelled.

It is no less than the legendary "cleansing of the marrow and hair," clearing away all harmful substances from the body.

This method of cleansing, under normal circumstances, requires one to reach the point of perfect foundation building and about to form the golden elixir in order to achieve complete elimination of all diseases and a harmonious and fulfilling life.

But he is now just an old man on the verge of death, yet he has managed to do this using his knowledge?
To tell the truth.

Zhang Feng felt a little proud after thinking about this.

"Because of this experience, I realized that even an ordinary body can undergo a complete transformation."

Zhang Feng weakly left Liangzi, opened the door,

'If next time I transmigrate into the body of an ordinary, normal person, then it won't be just a few hours and a 100% physique for "initial foundation building".'

Instead, it can refine the limbs and bones within ten minutes, remove impurities from the body, and achieve the state of "foundation building perfection".

Now that I have reached the Foundation Establishment stage, there are no longer any physical requirements for me.

I learned by analogy, borrowing from others' experiences to improve myself, and through a process of thorough self-refinement, I achieved a foundation of perfection in one step.

However, there are also quite a few side effects; it requires rapid cell replacement, reducing lifespan by about six months.

Zhang Feng pondered and felt that this method was feasible.

Trading half a year of lifespan for a single step towards Foundation Establishment Perfection is entirely worthwhile, especially in situations where the start is dangerous.

Even if it's not dangerous, there's nothing wrong with rapidly increasing your cultivation level.

This method is similar to instantly opening the meridians.

As long as one can quickly achieve the Foundation Establishment stage, one can also rapidly build up a comprehensive basic physique and various cultivation systems.

Once the body reaches around 390, the Golden Core can be condensed.

This represents a rapid upgrade across the entire combat force.

Zhang Feng felt quite good, and suddenly realized that his own 'aged body' was a treasure trove of new knowledge.

This reminded Zhang Feng of the phrase "to rebuild after destruction".

This is the impending death and rebirth.

It brought Zhang Feng many insights.

In the past, or in spiritual terminology, this would be considered a foundational step in 'super enlightenment'.

It is the kind of mysterious and profound thing that can only be understood intuitively and cannot be explained in words.

But now, with so much knowledge, I can make these sudden insights feel natural and effortless.

From this moment on, all cultivation realms below the Golden Core stage held no secrets for Zhang Feng.

As long as he could find the corresponding profound method, Zhang Feng could quickly analyze it.

just.

Zhang Feng's joy was short-lived; he soon felt a throbbing headache and collapsed onto the bed next to him.

The sudden enlightenment and the nearly five hours of 'precise' cultivation before have pushed Zhang Feng's current thinking ability to its limit.

Including the previous five hours of practice.

If it weren't for Zhang Feng's memory correction bonus through the Destiny entry, he wouldn't have been able to cultivate for so long.

However, this is under the condition of memory repair.

Zhang Feng's effort was more subconscious, a kind of effort that didn't waste his mental energy.

Simply put, as long as you can open up your meridians, you can start a 'mind storm'-like muscle memory training.

The more Zhang Feng learns and understands, the better he realizes that the original resonance martial arts and the internal energy of the five internal organs are precisely this point.

Because it can achieve the corresponding conditioning effect through overclocking, the effects of ingested medicine, and modifications using biotechnology and biomechanics.

Its operational requirements are very low.

The guest of honor is a genius.

Then think about how he only figured out this method when he was in his eighties or nineties, while I am already over eighty.

Perhaps the initial text contained some kind of hint.

He indicated that he would use the guest's cultivation method to practice when he was old.

Zhang Feng felt that this was also part of the cycle of reincarnation and cause and effect, but it could also be described as a coincidence.

But more than that, it should be 'text warning'.

Anyway, at this moment...

My physical fitness score is no longer 9.5, but 10.1!

Of course, it appears that only 0.6 was added to the data.

But it's more about regulating bodily functions.

At least Zhang Feng now feels that the 'muscle soreness' has eased a bit.

And under the pressure of 'rapid loss of vitality', the muscles have been strengthened slightly.

This enhancement is a simple enhancement; it does not involve replacing cells.

After all, as I said before, my own cells were already in the last few batches, and I dared not replace them.

However, by utilizing the guest's advanced martial arts and internal energy, he achieved a super enlightenment, reaching the pinnacle of Foundation Establishment in one step.

He truly can become an 'immortal'.

He wasn't kidding.

It is only now that I have learned the overclocked martial arts internal energy, the final 'cleansing of the marrow and establishing the foundation in one step'.

He took various human organs and modeled them after the five elements and destiny theory of the human body.

This is precisely the internal organ five elements that I am now overturning.

Zhang Feng has now solved the mystery of the 'guest's ascension to immortality' from hundreds of years ago.

His method of achieving immortality was not wrong, only the form was wrong.

But it can also serve as a reference.

The experiences of an adventurous life are useful to future generations.

This strange thought, this reversal of memories from hundreds of years ago, left Zhang Feng feeling puzzled. But the sudden 1% increase in his Nascent Soul cultivation level made Zhang Feng realize that this emotion was a new experience.

The past corresponds to the present reality.

Zhang Feng's understanding of cause and effect, as well as the formulas for extrapolating the past, has become much deeper.

……

Wake up.

It was already noon.

Zhang Feng didn't even know when he fell asleep, but he was sincerely grateful to the notorious thief for sparing his life.

Otherwise, I might actually beat myself to death in my sleep.

This proves that he has become enlightened and broken free from the formula. He then has to return to the time of eavesdropping and try to make a shaky escape.

Or perhaps we could go back even further, back to when he went out to buy medicine, and I would have had to run away.

Because if he were awakened, he would face his own strange departure and would die anyway.

This also explains why Zhang Feng deepened his understanding of cause and effect last night, enabling him to find the 'variable bifurcation point' more quickly and sever his social ties with the thief.

However, seeing that he hadn't killed him, Zhang Feng felt even more confident in controlling him.

"Somebody come!"

Thinking it over, Zhang Feng, unlike yesterday who was still quite polite, sat up halfway up as soon as he got up today and shouted into the courtyard.

To deter petty people, one must naturally adopt the demeanor of an adult.

'court death! ’

The notorious thief, who was practicing martial arts in the courtyard, suddenly flew into a rage when he heard Zhang Feng call him so rudely.

Is this... really treating him like a servant?

He has dominated this dynasty for over a decade. Although he is now being chased like a dead dog by a sect, he is still a minor master in the martial arts world!

Where have I ever been treated with such rudeness?

Despite his anger, when he thought that Zhang Feng didn't have much time left, and that Zhang Feng knew the Xuan Yun Sect members, and that once bitten, twice shy, he still managed to suppress his anger and actually pushed the door open and came in.

"Old man, what is it you need?"

His face was full of smiles, and he had actually been somewhat angry but dared not speak out after being yelled at by Zhang Feng.

"Go to the street and buy me some food." Zhang Feng really acted like an old man, leaning against the headboard and instructing, "The same prescription as yesterday, buy some more today."

"Alright." The thief nodded, and just as he was about to leave, he turned back and asked, "Old man, I bought so many medicinal herbs yesterday, my purse is practically empty now, what do you think?"

"Hmm?" Zhang Feng tilted his head slightly to look at him. "I've already said that when my friend comes, I'll settle all the accounts with you."

"Given your martial arts skills, and the fact that you're disguised as an ordinary coachman, there must be something that forces you to avoid this situation."

'How does this old geezer know so much?' The master thief was taken aback, but didn't realize he had revealed anything.

He simply performed a set of ordinary boxing techniques in the courtyard; there was no wind generated.

How could that old geezer come to such a conclusion?
Did he realize that he was a notorious thief?

The more the thief thought about it, the stranger it seemed, and he was drawn into a mental maze by Zhang Feng's rambling topics.

Besides, this is exactly what he cares about—being hunted down.

But before he could think too much about it, he tried to walk away.

Zhang Feng then jumped to another topic and added, "You will definitely not be shortchanged when it comes to money."

Since you have grudges against me, when my friend arrives, he might be able to speak up for you and resolve this calamity.

The Xuan Yun Sect must have some influence within the court.

"That's right, he's from the Xuan Yun Sect!" Upon hearing this, the great thief immediately stopped navigating the maze and no longer looked for the actual exit.

Because Zhang Feng gave him the answer he wanted.

That is to break the pursuit.

This is also Zhang Feng's cause-and-effect logic: giving him the 'effect' he wants is also planting the seed of the 'effect' he desires.

Then his personal factors are basically within a controllable range.

Of course, to outsiders, Zhang Feng now appears to be exactly like someone in a TV drama who, after being "rescued," not only fails to show gratitude but also turns around and acts like a disgusting lord.

They always say things like, "I just casually sprinkle water," or "I just casually give away something," and that's what people are supposed to do.

This is naturally inappropriate for good people.

But for this master thief, it was indeed extremely suitable.

Because he really falls for that.

"Okay, okay..." After hearing Zhang Feng's empty promise, the thief, though he didn't understand the concept of empty promise, still went to buy medicine and food without stopping.

From beginning to end, he was completely fooled by the fruit and never imagined that Zhang Feng couldn't contact the Xuan Yun Sect at all.

Zhang Feng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him leave.

I fooled him again, and this time I fooled him even more thoroughly, directly threatening him with a big pancake.

But look at how hurriedly he works.

Zhang Feng couldn't help but sigh, "Drawing pie in the sky is the primary productive force."

At least it should be stable for a few days.

We'll paint it when he's almost enlightened.

……

The next two days.

The thief was lured by the pancake and bought medicine and food every day.

It really felt like he had become Zhang Feng's servant.

Zhang Feng didn't say much, he just practiced, rested after practicing, and then practiced again.

Aside from that, nothing else matters, and there's no point in saying more.

Because he will fill in the gaps himself.

But this can also be a trigger.

These past two nights, the thief would sometimes watch Zhang Feng brew medicine and try to subtly inquire about him, wanting to know more about Zhang Feng and the Xuan Yun Sect.

Just as Zhang Feng had expected, he remained silent and continued preparing the medicine.

The notorious thief was intimidated by Zhang Feng and only asked a few questions each day before falling silent.

But as the days went by, the questions I asked increased.

……

The fifth night.

In yet another round of decocting medicine.

Zhang Feng's physical condition has reached 15.6, and his lifespan is 22 days. Although his vitality is still rapidly fading, his internal organs have improved considerably.

At least I didn't feel any chest tightness.

I still have a dull cough, and it's even worse now. This is due to persistent inflammation of the trachea and tonsils.

The smoke I've been exhaling these past few days has all passed through my throat, and the viruses in the smoke have indirectly aggravated the condition of both of us.

Therefore, Zhang Feng decided to preserve his trachea and used his meager internal energy to maintain it as much as possible each time he exhaled smoke.

Let's ignore the tonsils for now.

It hurts, it hurts; it's uncomfortable, it's uncomfortable.

Zhang Feng had no intention of maintaining it, because every bit of internal energy and spiritual energy had its own place to be used.

Strengthening the internal organs and meridians first, and then generating more 'qi', is the priority.

Other things can be added later.

As he pondered, Zhang Feng looked back at the small courtyard.

The thief was setting up a physical training post, using spiritual energy to hone his strength.

This kind of proper 'external training' does not involve the spontaneous mobilization of spiritual energy.

More often than not, it's because, as he practices according to the techniques, when his muscles stretch to a certain state, spiritual energy automatically attaches to his body, strengthening his physique.

Let's consider a small, additional system.

After watching for a few days, Zhang Feng had basically mastered it. He decided to integrate it with his own abilities when the time came, hoping to gain as much as he could.

'I wonder how much longer this master thief can keep up this charade.'

Zhang Feng glanced at him a few times, then looked at the casserole on the stove.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will come to eavesdrop after the thief finishes practicing his skills.

As Zhang Feng had predicted.

About ten minutes later.

As the bandits finished their work and called it a day, they turned their attention to Zhang Feng, who was brewing medicine.

'Is it just my imagination, or has the old man really gotten better?'

He looked at Zhang Feng and, perhaps because of the firelight, thought Zhang Feng looked rather well.

However, Zhang Feng occasionally coughed a few times.

In the eyes of the master thief, the old man was still doomed.

'He can't die too young. If he dies too soon and ends up here with me, I won't be able to explain myself when the Xuan Yun Sect arrives.'

The thief pondered, then thought of his own affairs.

'Besides, this old man even asked his friend to help me out of this predicament. The cultivators of the Xuan Yun Sect are all virtuous and wise people who value loyalty and integrity and keep their word.'

This shouldn't be a lie.

But... it's been five days already...

Especially that letter, it was from fifty years ago…

The thief's eyes were half-closed; he was both certain and uncertain.

Under complex emotions.

He stepped forward, entered the kitchen, and came to Zhang Feng's side.
"Old man, how many days until your friend arrives?"

"I have already said it." Zhang Feng continued to brew the medicine, seemingly calm and natural, but he was rambling on and on. "My dearest friend and I have agreed to meet here again in fifty years."

Several years ago, I also encountered a member of the Xuan Yun Sect and learned that my close friend had become an outer sect steward.

That disciple was also entrusted by my dear friend to remind me not to forget our promise.

As Zhang Feng spoke, he glanced at him again.
"Don't overthink it, just practice your martial arts."

(End of this chapter)