There's something wrong with me

Huai Liang is fifty li southwest of the mine.

When Zhang Feng killed people in the room, he asked around a bit and learned the direction, as well as the names of the county magistrate and the Mine Owner, and some things to be aware of.

After leaving the mountain, he cut across the forest.

Zhang Feng killed a wild deer on the way and ate it raw, drinking its blood.

Long-distance travel requires a large amount of physical strength and food.

Swish—

Powerful organs and spiritual energy circulated.

This allowed Zhang Feng to eat raw without any problems.

On the contrary, the raw food swallowed into his stomach and intestines could quickly be converted into energy for travel.

While traveling.

Zhang Feng was still cultivating.

It could be said that he 'trained while still, and trained while moving'.

His Spiritual Mind also split into two at this moment, further increasing his cultivation speed.

In just three short hours.

Even though Zhang Feng was delayed for a while recovering his breath midway, he still crossed fifty li and arrived on the small dirt road outside Huai Liang county.

At this moment, his coarse linen clothes, stained with blood from eating raw, made Zhang Feng's appearance a mess.

Breathing—

Zhang Feng took deep breaths to adjust his internal energy, his chest and abdomen expanding and contracting violently.

From a distance, he no longer looked like a 'person'.

But Zhang Feng was used to it, feeling that reaching a certain realm of cultivation meant it should be like this, it had to be like this.

Instead, he felt he was still a normal person.

In reality, Zhang Feng had undergone earth-shattering changes compared to the 'self' from over ten hours ago.

This was the impact brought by knowledge and memories.

It could make a person 'shed their mortal body and exchange their bones' in just half a day.

At the same time.

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

Otherwise, if he caused too much commotion, it would likely affect what came next.

For example, making them a little wary.

After all, this was a martial arts world. What if 'Lord Jin' and his younger brother, the 'Mine Owner', upon hearing that a 'crude savage' had arrived in the county, became cautious and suddenly found a bunch of experts.

Then things wouldn't be so smooth.

Zhang Feng, on the other hand, liked things to be smooth.

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

Killing them should resolve things.

Because his fingerprints and portrait were kept by them, which was his 'indenture contract'.

He even heard the overseer say that, ridiculously, they were kept inside the yamen (county office).

Therefore, destroying the files and copies was naturally the top priority before freely practicing his skills.

Thus.

Zhang Feng took off his clothes, wrapped himself in some rags and straw ropes he found nearby, looking exactly like a beggar, first creating a disguise for his appearance.

To avoid being recognized by someone as soon as he entered the county, which would then cause some troublesome issues.

Although they might not necessarily know a small person like him, it was best to be prepared for anything.

As for whether the straw ropes and picked-up rags were dirty, that didn't matter.

Because he himself had been at the mine for several months, his body was already covered in black and gray, and he could easily rub off streaks of dirt.

Afterward.

Zhang Feng roughly estimated the effect, then smeared a handful of dirt on his face, feeling that this disguise was good.

Hiding his two knives in his embrace, he walked straight towards the distant county.

When he arrived at the county gate.

There were two city gate soldiers at the entrance.

They occasionally checked passing cargo carts.

There were also merchants who secretly slipped them some copper coins or small pieces of silver.

But when they saw Zhang Feng coming, they glanced at him, showed no disgust, conducted no inspection, and completely ignored him.

Zhang Feng entered smoothly and also heard the hawkers on both sides calling out their wares.

There were also Youtiao (fried dough sticks) in this era, a change that occurred after the Southern Song Dynasty.

It was currently around the 13th century.

Smelling the fragrance of food, he walked all the way down the street.

When he reached a corner.

Zhang Feng paused and looked at an old man by the roadside, cupped his fists, and politely asked, 'Elder, may I ask, where is the yamen?'

'This beggar?' The old man, who had been prepared to shoo Zhang Feng away when he saw him coming, smiled and replied when he saw Zhang Feng's indescribable polite demeanor and bearing, 'Go this way, it's two streets ahead.'

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

After passing two streets.

The yamen also appeared within Zhang Feng's sight.

He walked a few steps faster, covering the remaining distance.

Zhang Feng looked at the yamen runners at the entrance who were looking at him curiously. Since he didn't know if Lord Jin was inside the yamen, and was afraid that rushing in only to find him absent would alert the enemy, he decided to...

Therefore, Zhang Feng casually made something up, first pretending to be a high-ranking official on a 'private inspection', and directly bluffed:

'Not bad, not bad. You two are diligent in your duties and can see the big picture from small details. One can tell that this county magistrate manages things well.'

'You...' The two of them were a bit confused when they heard this beggar speak so eloquently and possess an indescribable air of a high-ranking official.

'This person doesn't seem tall, and although his face is obscured, his age seems a bit young?'

'But... looking at his demeanor and words, he resembles a Mr. more than the private tutors in the county... and resembles a master more than the county master...'

The two of them thought to themselves, their thoughts similar, both uncertain about Zhang Feng's identity.

At the same time, just as they were about to ask Zhang Feng for some kind of token or identification.

'Where is your county's Jin Heng?' Zhang Feng immediately spoke Lord Jin's name, intending to catch them off guard with his unpredictable actions.

'Master... is currently handling official business inside the yamen.' One yamen runner cupped his hands and chose to tell the truth.

Furthermore, it was just a matter of whereabouts; in his opinion, it wasn't a big deal.

'Please enter, Your Excellency!' The other yamen runner, however, truly treated Zhang Feng as a big shot and said fawningly, 'Your Excellency, please enter the residence to taste tea, and I will go report to my master.'

Many of those who stood guard were shrewd people.

It seemed like they were letting Zhang Feng enter the residence for tea, appearing to be considerate of the official.

But if Zhang Feng was fake, then capturing the criminal would be a meritorious deed.

Or at worst, he would just be scolded a few times by the county master, which was better than truly offending a big shot.

However.

When Zhang Feng heard that Lord Jin was in the yamen, he leaped onto the steps in the surprised gazes of the two yamen runners and disappeared into the front courtyard behind him in another step.

'He's... he's a martial arts expert...'

'An assassin... an assassin...'

The two felt like they had done something wrong.

But after just a few seconds, they also reacted.

One of them prepared to run back into the courtyard and shout, telling everyone to be on guard.

The other was preparing to beat the large drum outside the gate, which had a specific warning beat.

However, before they could beat it, before they could shout.

After moving vertically and horizontally across a few spots on the eaves, Zhang Feng looked towards the small pavilion in the back courtyard.

Here there were rockeries and artificial water, and the two brothers with similar faces were leisurely chatting while tasting tea.

And not far around them, there were four 'retainers' with physiques around 50.

They were positioned precisely in the southeast, northwest, southwest, and northeast.

Zhang Feng, walking silently on the eaves, swept his gaze across, drew his knives in an instant, and charged.

Dong!

And at the exact moment the drum was about to sound.

Puchi—

Zhang Feng had already landed from the eaves of the back courtyard, using a diagonal forward slash like a backstab, instantly beheading the nearest retainer.

'There's...' The retainer opposite also saw this scene.

But just as he made a sound, at the same time the other constable at the front gate had just shouted the words 'Be on guard'.

Whoosh—

Zhang Feng, using the enhancement of Inner Force and spiritual energy, threw his two knives, which pierced the chests of the two retainers who had just turned around.

In just one second.

Only he himself remained, as well as the two brothers who hadn't reacted yet.

However, as Zhang Feng kicked out the long knife from the hand of the corpse beneath him, the unprepared Mine Owner was directly pierced through the chest, his body falling backward.

Zhang Feng followed with two steps, and before his body fell, he drew the knife from mid-air, its blade slashing towards the last retainer.

The retainer only had time to draw his knife and barely managed to parry in front of himself.

Zhang Feng pulled back his force with a counter-intuitive angle using a backhand, then immediately kicked out from the side, accompanied by a cracking sound, completely breaking his rib cage.

Whoosh—

The body crashed towards the rockery.

'There's an assassin...'

Zhang Feng listened to the shouts coming from the courtyard in the distance while looking at Lord Jin, who was staring blankly, holding a teacup.

'I need some books on Inner Force. Do you have any? Also, my portrait and indenture contract.'

'Yes... yes...' Lord Jin replied tremblingly, 'They are all with this official... no... they are all with this humble one...'

'Then lead the way.' Zhang Feng saw him get up, trembling, and placed his knife against his neck.

Lord Jin dared not resist and walked towards a study within this courtyard.

'Your Excellency...'

At this moment, several constables also arrived at the front of the courtyard, but upon seeing this scene, they stopped.

'It's him...' One of the yamen runners from the gate was also there, not expecting that he had made a huge mistake.

'Everyone retreat!' Lord Jin saw them coming and loudly ordered them away with a trembling voice.

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

As for whether someone would secretly run away, spread some news, and attract experts, that was unavoidable.

This was unavoidable.

After all, as long as he made a move, unless he killed everyone in an instant, the news that 'something happened inside the yamen' would definitely spread.

But now, the two main targets were already killed. After destroying the files later, it would be over.

Therefore, he only needed to be fast, nothing else.

After arriving inside the room.

And after 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 inside.

There were several boxes here.

They stood guard, letting Lord Jin open them himself in case there were any hidden mechanisms or traps when opening the boxes.

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

Zhang Feng quickly scanned them, shook open a bolt of silk from one box, tore off several large pieces, and made them into 'large cloth bags' for wrapping.

He packed some small jewels and secret manuals.

For the remaining items, Zhang Feng picked up a nearby fire starter, blew on it, and in Lord Jin's dazed stupor, burned everything to ashes with a whoosh.

"Lord Jin."

Zhang Feng looked at the dazed man, "Who knows about your affairs, and who helped you handle them?"

As he spoke.

Zhang Feng lifted him with his small hand, dragged him out of the study, and looked at the nervous constables and bailiffs.

"Point them all out."

...

Screams and pleas for mercy echoed throughout the entire yamen.

A few minutes later.

Inside the yamen, corpses were everywhere, with more than half of the constables and bailiffs lying dead.

At the front gate, many people in the county heard the screams, and some curious and daring individuals stood outside the yamen, peering in with curiosity.

Zhang Feng knew that more and more people would gather, so he climbed over the wall on one side of the yamen and left.

Another ten-plus minutes passed.

As more and more people from the county approached, some good bailiffs from inside the yamen ran out, fearfully describing everything that had happened inside, having survived the ordeal.

The people also knew what had happened inside.

At this moment, some people cheered, while others wanted to know the name of that heroic figure.

"Zhang Feng..."

A bailiff spoke Zhang Feng's name; Zhang Feng had not concealed it.

Because the score was settled.

There always had to be someone to settle the account.

Moreover, if his own physique hadn't been low.

Zhang Feng would have been prepared to swagger into the city to kill people, and then swagger out again.

But even though Zhang Feng didn't swagger this time.

The news from Huailiang County also exploded onto the martial world a month later.

And a month later.

Zhang Feng had already arrived at a forest several hundred miles away.

And after the small battle a month ago.

Zhang Feng felt that the 'Physique' within the text could no longer be considered combat strength, but rather a judgment of combat strength based on a 'base number'.

For example, his current Physique was 80, which should theoretically mean eight hundred catties of strength.

But with the enhancement of various Martial Arts meridians, Inner Force, spiritual energy, and explosive power, his current strength was around two thousand four hundred catties.

This was basically a threefold increase.

This was also because his current Inner Force, spiritual energy, and explosive power had not been fully circulated yet.

If calculated according to the real world, based on a circulated Physique of [270].

The base number would be 2700 catties of strength, but the actual strength was around fifteen thousand catties, nearly a sixfold increase.

This didn't even count the 'substantive' destructive power.

For example, using a bare fist to hit a thin steel plate might not necessarily pierce it.

But if Inner Force and spiritual energy were used to cover the fist, forming a cone-shaped hard shell 'weapon' at the front of the fist, then the steel plate could be easily pierced.

This 'weapon' aspect of various Martial Arts was the ultimate combat strength.

Thus.

Zhang Feng felt that the panel's data could not accurately reflect a person's specific combat strength value to a great extent.

But upon closer examination, it could be roughly estimated.

Zhang Feng believed that in the future, this Physique could be defined as 'combat strength based on a base number'.

After all, even cultivators had to nourish their bodies.

Then, based on his body and spiritual energy fluctuations, his realm could be deduced.

It's impossible for someone to have the magic power of an immortal but the body of a mortal, dying upon contact.

That would be too abstract.

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

It was like himself; if he started with nine Spiritual Minds, after circulating spiritual energy once, his Physique would rapidly skyrocket.

This was an invisible increase that couldn't be controlled.

Unless he could achieve the micro of the micro, allowing the spiritual energy entering his body to not touch any cell within his body, and directly 'suspend' and store itself in the dantian.

Then it would be possible to only cultivate spirit and not cultivate the body.

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

Macromolecules are things like proteins, DNA, and so on.

Then the macromolecules within spiritual energy are composed of 9.6 million molecules (number of medicinal ingredients).

Molecules are formed by the arrangement of 96 atoms (number of elemental components in medicinal ingredients).

Inside each atom, there is an atomic nucleus.

Inside the atomic nucleus, there are 960 neutrons (roughly 10 times the unstable fission of medicinal ingredients).

Inside a neutron are 3 quarks.

Quarks are the smallest known particles discovered in the scientific community, and they are also fundamental particles.

Quarks are so small that their existence can only be confirmed, but they cannot be accurately measured; it can only be roughly estimated that spiritual energy quarks are approximately ten to the power of negative twenty meters.

The formula is (Spiritual Energy Quark = 10 ^ -20 meters).

This is smaller than normal quarks.

Normal quarks are ten to the power of negative eighteen, the formula is (around 10 ^ -18).

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

Then, to achieve complete control over spiritual energy and not cultivate the physical body, one must achieve 'perfect control over the quarks within spiritual energy'.

And upon reaching the point where spiritual energy quarks can be controlled, whether that immortal cultivates the body or not becomes irrelevant.

Because in Zhang Feng's opinion, if one truly reached that level of 'control', then the material rules of all worlds would hold no secrets from him.

He could instantly achieve the reorganization and transformation of all matter.

As long as there was corresponding energy, he could even turn Mars into Earth, replicate all people and objects on it, and correct all physical parameters.

With more energy, replicating the universe would be possible, turning all galaxies into solar systems.

Of course, the premise was that his neurological 'spirit' also had to reach the quark level, otherwise even a replicated person would only be a replicated shell.

This was the highest realm of knowledge Zhang Feng could conceive of with his current knowledge base.

And to call a deer a horse, or scatter beans and turn them into televisions.

One only needed to study related disciplines and then precisely control macromolecules.

Among these, 'calling a deer a horse' would definitely cause physiological rejection after reorganization, which could be guided using spiritual energy and hyperfrequency.

Similar to making a wound heal quickly and passing through 'rejection reaction' at super high speed.

Then perfect race transformation could be achieved.

Zhang Feng felt this was truly a bit difficult, as he hadn't even reached the level of controlling cells, let alone macromolecules.

Compared to this control.

Zhang Feng suddenly found that body refining and cultivating immortality were simpler.

Furthermore, the improvement of both was also a disguised increase in his control.

This made Zhang Feng feel that many cultivation methods were complementary; when one succeeded, a hundred would succeed.

It was just that he specialized in many areas.

The situation of 'knowing what is, but not knowing why' would not occur.

Zhang Feng liked to take one step at a time and build a solid foundation.

And he was also diligently studying research in various fields.

He also set a small goal first.

Within this world, he would first thoroughly understand the cultivation system here, and then consider practicing beast taming.

When he reached the next world and if there were no new systems and he had time, he would first thoroughly understand the engineering knowledge in his memory and reach the intermediate level.

As for other things like genetics and biology.

He would learn them along the way while researching in reality.

These subjects combined were also helpful for his Three Parts Return to Origin.

Because knowledge in engineering, genetics, and biology could be used to construct the balance points of various cultivation methods.

Applying perfect human mechanics techniques was always better than fumbling blindly.

Just as he could quickly figure out the 'exact problems' of breaking cultivation and vital points in this world, it was also thanks to the structural point knowledge from engineering.

...

Another ten days passed.

Deeper in the mountains and forests.

Zhang Feng chose to hide here and stabilize for a few years first.

However, what kind of pet to raise.

This made Zhang Feng feel troubled.

Because along the way, things like jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards didn't look smart; they only had beast instincts.

For beast taming, innate talent was best.

Smarter beasts would Open Spirit relatively faster.

Thinking.

Zhang Feng continued walking while eating a roasted tiger leg.

"Roar~"

After walking in the forest for a while, a bear's roar came from ahead.

Zhang Feng actually liked bears.

Because bears were fierce beasts, they looked big and were impressive to take out for a walk.

Swish swish—

Zhang Feng took a few steps as one, quickly arriving inside the forest ahead, and saw this two-meter-tall male black bear eating a type of fruit under a tree.

After eating, it would shake the tree.

Then several fruits would bang, bang, bang on its head.

It looked a bit silly, but it was actually smart; at least it didn't waste energy climbing the tree.