There's something wrong with me

Day three, afternoon.

A sea breeze caressed the face.

Zhang Feng sat on the edge of the boat near the helm, holding a self-made bamboo fishing rod in one hand and a slightly worn book in the other.

Its name was "The River Xing Manual," a 'Gu Wu cultivation method' scavenged from a pirate ship.

Zhang Feng read while occasionally glancing at the dozen or so crew members practicing horse stance on the deck.

They swayed, their stances far from standard, relying solely on their experience on the ship to barely maintain their balance.

But with a large wave or the ship's instability, they would stagger and fall.

"The center of gravity is in the waist, not the legs…"

Zhang Feng scanned them a few times, offering occasional pointers.

Since the main quest involved 'Captain,' Zhang Feng thought long and hard, then started 'martial arts training' for the crew two days ago.

This way, he wouldn't have to do everything himself when minor issues arose in the future.

Furthermore, as their physical fitness improved, their 'rowing speed' would also increase.

Zhang Feng figured a group of Lesser Grandmasters rowing for him, combined with the sail's wind direction, could probably cover a thousand miles in a day.

Moreover, in these past few days,

Zhang Feng also learned some information about the ship, knowing that a ship relying purely on favorable winds typically traveled 15-40 kilometers per hour.

This ship was considered upper-middle tier, with a normal top speed of 25 kilometers per hour.

Provided the wind direction was good.

So, with sailing entirely dependent on the weather, Zhang Feng wanted to cultivate a group of excellent 'Lesser Grandmaster-level rowers.'

For the time being, he set the standard to Dong Qing's physical level.

Because Lin Island was over three thousand miles away, relying on the current speed would take more than three days, even with good weather and the crew working in shifts around the clock.

But if he used his Lesser Grandmaster rowing method, they could travel a thousand miles a day even without wind, as long as there were no sea storms.

In addition to that,

there was also this manual.

In the past few days, Zhang Feng had thoroughly analyzed the book through analogy.

In essence, it was an old-generation boxing technique, also known as 'Ancient Martial Arts.'

Similar to a stance practice, specifically for honing physical fitness.

Furthermore, Zhang Feng deduced from the book's practice method, examined himself, identified shortcomings, learned from strengths, and was able to improve some of his own training techniques.

It was precisely this 'identifying shortcomings.'

Zhang Feng felt that in this world, he not only needed to cultivate magic but also extensively search for 'Ancient Martial Arts manuals.'

These were all useful training knowledge that could serve to deepen his foundation.

Lost in thought.

Zhang Feng reeled in his fishing rod, noticing that the bait had either been washed away by the waves or eaten by a fish.

'Before the start, "Visualizing the Mind (Spiritual Thought)" is indeed difficult, unable to split into a second strand, unable to multitask.'

Zhang Feng reattached a small fish to the hook with a thin string, casually casting it out.

At this moment, fishing was just a pretense.

In reality, Zhang Feng was trying to quickly split two strands of spiritual thought through a 'clever' method.

Spiritual thought had already awakened this morning.

But currently, there was only one strand.

'In the Danjin world, I awakened two strands carefree.'

Zhang Feng pondered while sensing his spiritual thought,

'In reality, the day Z1 was launched, I suddenly awakened two strands because I was happy.

I can find both of these "enlightenment"-like feelings.

But it's too slow.

And overall, I've only awakened it twice, so my proficiency isn't high.

I haven't even tried other spiritual splitting methods.

I have too little experience in splitting spiritual thought.

It can't form rich theoretical knowledge.

In my opinion, multitasking shouldn't require enlightenment, but should be traceable, like meridians.'

Zhang Feng thought to himself, then looked at his meridians.

Currently, the most familiar meridians, the earliest meridians.

Zhang Feng could achieve 'opening one per second.'

That was proficiency.

It could be said that the moment visualization swept over, it would form overclocking without needing to be 'overly focused.'

Zhang Feng currently had 18 such instant-open meridians.

Eight on his hands, six on his legs, and four on his torso.

Zhang Feng had also calculated that if his starting physical standard was 10,

then even if his physique was still 10 after 18 seconds, with the blessing of 18 meridians and the myriad changes of strength and the countless data, he could completely crush a 'Thousand Transformations' martial artist with a physique of 20.

Now, with his deep knowledge base, he could even 'break moves and deliver a fatal blow' in terms of physical strength against someone with the same Thousand Transformations as him.

And if his physique was 11, then he could crush 21-23.

12, 23-25.

13, 25-27.

14, 28

Also from '28' onwards, it will be tied.

Relying solely on the start of 18 seconds, after '28', it can be considered that every 1 point of physique I increase offsets 1 point of their physique.

And at this moment.

Zhang Feng was practicing 'multitasking,' which was divergent thinking. At this time, he was not only watching the crew practice martial arts, but also fishing, reading, familiarizing himself with other meridians, and finally, indulging in wild thoughts and various comparisons.

His thinking was very jumpy, like a spiritual split of unconstrained imagination.

Zhang Feng was emulating the Great Immortal Ling Shan of the Danjin world.

He entrusted his mind to demons, and his speech was also very jumpy, probably due to this 'spiritual split method.'

After that.

After a while.

When the sun slowly set on the distant sea.

Zhang Feng stopped using this method to practice.

Because his thoughts were too chaotic, it greatly affected his memory bank.

This method was not suitable for him.

But Zhang Feng also learned some cultivation experience about spiritual thought from it, knowing that in the path of cultivating the spirit, more methods were not necessarily better, but following nature was best.

Just like the Danjin world could be carefree, then cultivate carefree there.

The real world was happy when Z1 was launched, then cultivate happily.

He didn't know what was going on in this world, so let's eat first, it's getting dark.

… …

Evening.

Today, they would spend the night at sea.

At this moment, several strong men were carrying baskets filled with stones, plunging them into the water with a splash.

This was anchoring, to prevent the ship from running amok.

Under the starry night.

Zhang Feng ate dried fish on one side while watching them anchor from the edge of the boat.

Now he didn't have to do any work.

But according to this speed, no wind relying on oars, wind relying on sails, and stopping the ship at night.

Wanting to reach Lin Island, even with a little luck and more southeast winds, it would still be four or five days later.

Life on the vast ocean was really a test of temperament.

Zhang Feng could also be considered to have experienced the life of ancient sailors, completely relying on the wind direction given by the heavens for sustenance.

"Practice."

Zhang Feng then turned his gaze to the crowd who were just preparing to rest, "Hold a horse stance for an hour before bed, and you'll sleep soundly."

Currently, it was the mid-sixteenth century, and the Western 24-hour mechanical clock existed.

In this sea of warring heroes and dynasties, there were both Chinese and Western people.

The 24-hour system could be traced back to ancient Egypt.

"Yes…" One-Eyed and the others responded, then began to grit their teeth and continue practicing the horse stance.

Although they didn't have mechanical clocks, and there wasn't such a rare item on the ship, they all knew the 24-hour system.

As for a more accurate time, there was an hourglass on the ship.

Because Zhang Feng had the experience of an ancient prince, he was more accustomed to such crude and inconvenient facilities.

… …

Another four days passed.

This morning.

After Zhang Feng looked at the listless crowd, he felt that when they reached land in the future, they would need to rest for a period of time before continuing their voyage.

Because without the supplement of medicinal herbs, they couldn't withstand his training method.

Even though this training method had been simplified a lot, they still couldn't bear it.

It seemed that the difficulty of forming his Grandmaster rowing squad was not small.

Among them, there were also matters concerning 'money.'

Zhang Feng now really wanted to encounter a group of 'low-level' pirates, or some ships and people looking for trouble.

Then he could rob and take, and he would have the money to buy some medicine, including the money to live on land.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

For several days in a row, the vast white sea had seen several ships, but none of them had any intention of approaching.

At a glance, they were all regular ships.

Everyone avoided each other, lest someone have thoughts of wealth.

Among them, there were also pirate ships, but as soon as the pirates saw his ship heading towards them, they immediately turned around and ran.

They darted away faster than rabbits.

Then, his ship couldn't catch up.

At the same time.

Just as Zhang Feng was pondering spiritual cultivation.

One-Eyed, who was steering the ship, suddenly said to Zhang Feng, who was at the side front of the ship: "Brother Zhang, ahead is Xuanpang Mountain. Once we get there, we'll only have a thousand miles left to Lin Island."

'A thousand miles…' Zhang Feng felt a headache just hearing it, running for seven days and only covering a little over a thousand miles.

But hearing him mention a mountain.

And seeing the nearby crew members looking into the distance.

Zhang Feng also looked over there, and the mountain looked quite large, lush green, standing on an island that was five miles wide horizontally, occupying nine-tenths of the island's width.

At this moment, it was still more than ten miles away.

Then he stretched out his hand, judged the wind direction, and calculated the combination of water flow and manpower.

Zhang Feng concluded after about a dozen seconds that he could reach the island in about half an hour.

After several days of sea life, and mastering wind studies and the like.

Zhang Feng can now be considered a half-experienced captain.

"Let's see if there's anything else on the island." Zhang Feng was tired of eating dried fish and wanted a change of pace.

"Alright, Brother Zhang!"

"Brothers, let's put in some more effort!"

The crew members were also very excited, adjusting the sails and rowing the oars.

They also wanted a change of pace.

If they could also spend the night on the island and get a good night's sleep, that would be even better.

Because when they sleep on the ship, they often need to tie themselves down.

Otherwise, when the ship rocks back and forth, or there's a storm, or a big wave, they can be thrown from one end to the other while they're sleeping.

Whirr—

The ship continued to head towards the mountain in front.

At this time, Zhang Feng also put away his fishing rod and came to the helm, learning from One-Eye how to steer.

"Brother Zhang, Xuanpang Mountain is very big." One-Eye saw Zhang Feng approaching and began to ingratiate himself, saying, "When I came here a few years ago, there were still chicks on the island, and they tasted really fresh!

When we get to the island, my brothers and I will catch a few for you!"

"Thank you." Zhang Feng nodded, then pondered for a moment, "Xuanpang Mountain? This name is a bit tongue-twisting, let's just call it Pang Mountain."

"Okay!" One-Eye responded with a smile, then suddenly rubbed his itchy nose.

"That's strange, that's strange, my nose gets itchy as soon as I come to Pang Mountain."

"Me too…" Two other crew members who were watching the wind direction also rubbed their noses vigorously.

‘Itchy?’ Zhang Feng didn't feel anything at first, but after a few seconds, his nose also felt a little itchy, but he couldn't smell any unusual odors.

However, abnormality indicates a problem.

Zhang Feng felt that this should be some kind of 'colorless and odorless' gas that could cause nasal allergies and other symptoms.

"There's something in the air." Zhang Feng made a judgment.

"What? Something?"

"Quick, get the wet cloths!"

"Be careful it doesn't get into your brain!"

When One-Eye and a few crew members heard that there was something, they immediately put their hands into the bucket next to them, pulled out a few wet strips of cloth, and wrapped them around their mouths and noses.

"What are you doing?"

The crew members in the distance saw this and shouted.

"Brother Zhang said there's something bad in the air!" One-Eye was very convinced by Zhang Feng and pointed to his nose, "It's trying to get into our noses!"

"Something bad?"

"I was wondering why my nose was a little itchy…"

When the surrounding crew members heard this, they also frantically looked for cloth.

Some people even picked up buckets and threw them down the ship to fetch water.

Zhang Feng glanced at them, and after seeing the chaos on the ship, he turned to One-Eye.

One-Eye was holding a relatively clean wet cloth and handed it to Zhang Feng.

"Brother Zhang, this is a new cloth."

"Okay." Zhang Feng took it and asked One-Eye, "How many times have you been here?"

"I've passed by three times." One-Eye tightened the cloth around his mouth and nose, his voice a little muffled, "It seems like once seven years ago, once last year, and once today."

As he said this, he pointed to the crew members around him who were looking over, "Some people are here for the first time, and some are here for the second time."

"It's always itchy?" Zhang Feng asked again.

"Yes."

"It's very itchy every time I come here."

"This sea is too strange…"

One-Eye and the others who had passed by a few times all nodded.

"Okay." Zhang Feng also nodded, "Although I don't know what this 'itchy thing' in the air is, you guys have been fine after passing by a few times, so it should be fine.

So you don't need to wear the cloths anymore, it sounds strange when you talk, it's not easy to hear clearly."

"Oh…" One-Eye and the others were stunned for a moment, but then they thought about it, and it seemed to make sense.

If something was going to happen, it would have happened already.

Besides, they had already smelled it, so they couldn't prevent it.

So they untied the wet cloths again.

Only a few crew members, holding onto the thought that they might be able to avoid it, continued to wear them.

Everyone has different ideas.

One-Eye and the others didn't laugh at them for being timid, and no one said anything to them, but instead they were all looking at Zhang Feng.

"Brother Zhang, then we…"

One-Eye said, pointing to Pang Mountain in the distance, "Go around it?"

"If you want to hear my opinion." Zhang Feng looked out at the distant mountain, "Let's go take a look."

Originally, Zhang Feng didn't care much about hunting or anything.

But now it seems like there's something strange.

Zhang Feng became interested.

And as Zhang Feng said, he looked towards the cabin again,

"Around this time, the captain should be waking up soon, let's say hello to him and go ashore to take a look."

…

Swish—

The ship docked in the northwest.

There was a good landing spot here.

Then everyone jumped into the water like dumplings, swimming to the shore.

The elderly, young, women, and children were helped by the other crew members.

Zhang Feng swam in the front and looked back.

When he gets to Lin Island or some big island or mainland one day, it would be best to properly settle the ordinary people on the ship and then replace them all with young and strong combatants.

He thought.

Zhang Feng landed on the island, and his body shook slightly, removing most of the water from his clothes.

"Brother Zhang is even more amazing…"

"What kind of martial arts was that just now?"

The people behind him saw this magical scene and widened their eyes.

"You guys stay here for now and rest for a while."

Zhang Feng didn't say much to them and walked straight towards the mountain in front.

Now that he was closer.

Under Zhang Feng's close-range vision, he could clearly see a large patch of very strange flowers halfway up the mountain, about six hundred meters away.

They were about thirty centimeters tall, and the flowers were pale white, including the stems.

The whole thing was a white patch, reflecting the midday sunlight, and it looked visually awkward.

It was as if a large piece of clean white paper had been laid on the hillside.

Rustle—

Zhang Feng walked towards it without saying a word.

After passing through a sparse small forest, he came to the foot of the mountain.

Looking to the left, there was a man-made path up the mountain not far away.

But there were no traces of human habitation such as small houses on this side of the mountain.

‘When we were about to dock, One-Eye said that there seemed to be some residents here, who all lived on the mountain.’

Zhang Feng thought as he climbed the mountain,

‘But he hasn't actually been up the mountain.

His deduction should be based on these man-made steps.

However, if there are really people on the mountain, I don't know how these people can stand the itchy noses, are they used to it?’

Zhang Feng's nose was still very itchy, but he also noticed that some birds like seagulls were not circling on this mountain.

Then it seems pretty good to plant fruit here.

Modern city seagulls may be more concerned about the food in people's hands, but ancient seagulls would still eat the fruit on the island.

In Zhang Feng's memory, when he hadn't boarded the ship before, the fruit planted on the island was often destroyed by these seagulls.

Swish—

Zhang Feng climbed the mountain and soon reached the itchy flowers.

To be honest, Zhang Feng actually wanted to eat one to taste and see what the specific effect was, but his physique is not high now, so forget it.

"You are…"

At this time, a middle-aged man emerged from the flower bushes next to him, chewing on a flower, and looked at Zhang Feng warily.

Huff…

Also hearing the middle-aged man's call.

More than a dozen people walked out from behind the surrounding rocks, all of them residents here.

They were also the highest combat power guarding the door.

"I'm just passing by here, taking a break."

Seeing that they were not hostile, only wary, Zhang Feng pointed to the foot of the mountain in the distance,

"That's my ship, my people."

"Taking a break?" They also looked down.

One of them was holding a telescope, and when he saw that there were old and young people in the crowd on the shore, and they were having a good time, he relaxed.

If they were pirates, they would basically be a group of fierce young and strong men.

Zhang Feng paid more attention to the physique of these people, and found that their physique was generally around 30 ~ 45.

This is a group of 1.5x businessmen!

And they all have a very strange way of practicing.

This, we have to try to find it out.

The premise is, how to integrate into it.

…

Night.

One-Eye and the others have all come up to the mountainside.

Zhang Feng also quickly integrated into this small group of people with his special methods.

"Yes, the soil composition in planting…"

Zhang Feng was teaching these people how to plant fruit, and also said to the young and strong people who were practicing martial arts here:

"The fusion of Qi and power is not about sending it out with the mind, but about prolonged practice, so that it is naturally sent out…"

One planting the land, one teaching martial arts.

Zhang Feng became the great teacher of this 'hundred-person family' in just one afternoon.

Knowledge is so powerful, subduing people without fighting.

Now these dozen or so 1.5x businessmen respect themselves like gods.