There's something wrong with me

Chapter 196: I Can Fly!

'Did they discover me? Or is it that, according to the text's judgment, the initial crisis is unavoidable?'

Zhang Feng pondered slightly and saw someone actually get up and repeatedly tap the statue with a sword hilt.

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

The person tapping the statue asked after a few taps:

"I heard many people like to put treasures inside statues.

Because smashing a statue is considered disrespectful to heaven and earth.

With a saying like that, ordinary people really wouldn't dare to smash a statue.

If there's any treasure here, hehe."

"What you said makes some sense." The strong escort leader was persuaded and also got up to examine the statue.

At the same time.

The very frightened man said somewhat fearfully, "Brother... what if the Grandmaster really descends... what if there are really ears on the wall..."

"What ears on the wall? What descent?" An escort leader shook his head, "Don't scare him. Although us brothers don't understand magic and can't meet experts who do,"

Talking about it privately is still possible."

The escort leader said, then carefully examined the statue's appearance,

"Years ago, I went to the imperial capital and was fortunate enough to see three Grandmasters from afar.

Their appearances were all different from this statue.

Furthermore, if the Grandmaster could truly perform the legendary divine descent, it would be absolutely impossible for him to descend onto the statue of another deity."

"Right, right! The escort leader is right!"

"Yes! The Grandmaster has his own temple, why would he descend onto another statue?"

Perhaps it was the allure of wealth, or perhaps a curiosity like opening a blind box.

The crowd genuinely didn't care about these mysterious heavenly deities; instead, they wanted to smash it open and see.

Because many masters had said that there were no 'heavenly deities' in the world.

If there were any, it would be Grandmasters like them, and Taoists who had cultivated a Golden Core.

It's just that the statues that should exist still do, because many people still believe there are deities in heaven and earth.

This man, in particular, was very devout. When he saw everyone about to act, he shuddered, stood in front of the statue, and tried to stop them, saying, "Brother..."

"So much nonsense!" The escort leader saw that he had explained twice, yet this man still wanted to stop them, and immediately his expression turned sour.

"Get out of the way!"

Two other escorts directly grabbed the man, dragged him back to the original campfire, and told him to sit and watch.

Of course, this was them being polite because everyone was a colleague.

If it were an outsider, they would have been beaten and kicked out long ago.

One must know they were escorts, constantly dealing with bandits from all corners of the land and people from all walks of life.

With such experience, they were naturally not overly kind people.

If they were overly kind, their escort career would have ended long ago.

Unless one's own strength was unparalleled and they feared no heroes from all walks of life, then any personality was fine.

Even making others change their personality would be a minor matter.

"Smash it for me!"

As the man was dragged to the ground.

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

With their physiques, dismantling a stone statue was absolutely no problem.

At this very moment.

Zhang Feng saw that they were really about to act, and this time he truly couldn't sit still.

Then there were two options before him now.

One, reveal himself and display his super talent.

Afterwards, there were two possibilities: one, being well-provided for, and two, being treated as a monster.

Putting himself in their shoes, when someone sees a baby running faster than a horse and capable of using magic, they would definitely instinctively be afraid and run away, report it to the authorities, or reactively kill the demon.

What the TV often called 'demon reincarnation' might be like himself.

Two, don't go out, just directly act as the statue, pretending to be a Grandmaster.

He had already thought of Taoist names: Green Mountain, Ling Mountain, and Yang Mountain from the world before last. He could pick any of them.

Of course, he couldn't choose Yang Mountain, otherwise, he might jump into an 'adventure story' again.

Zhang Feng felt that 'Yangshan Real Person' was someone else.

What if his jump formed some kind of closed loop, causing him not to appear in the future? That would be interesting.

In the virtual world, Zhang Feng had learned some rules about parallel worlds and felt it was very possible.

Because at that time, he might have lived as 'Yang Mountain'.

Pondering, Zhang Feng looked outside.

At this moment, several people approached at the escort leader's command. Just as the stones were about to land on the statue, they strangely found that they couldn't move.

"What's going on..."

"Brother, my body isn't obeying me..."

"Grandmaster... Grandmaster..."

Although the few people maintained the posture of smashing the statue, the expressions on their faces were incredibly shocked.

"You... can't move?" The escort leader subconsciously took two steps forward, preparing to check on these three brothers, and then also found that he couldn't move.

Seeing such a strange scene,

The escort leader felt a chill in his heart, his mind short-circuited instantly, and he couldn't even speak.

The others, witnessing this scene, were no better off.

"Brother... don't scare me..."

"Brother... he... he... the statue..."

They wanted to run, but looking at the statue which appeared increasingly eerie under the firelight, they couldn't move their feet at all, afraid that if they ran, they might die immediately.

And Zhang Feng inside the statue wasn't much better off, because trying to control their movements with spiritual energy was no different from wrestling with them.

He currently only had 18 physique. Even with spiritual energy enhancement, dealing with 4 people with physiques around 50 was tough.

This was entirely relying on the characteristics of spiritual energy, as well as ever-changing strength, and human anatomy and dynamics, etc., to achieve 'using force against force'.

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

They looked like they couldn't move, but in reality, their whole bodies were moving.

It's just that Zhang Feng used spiritual energy as a medium to transfer the force from their arms to their legs, neutralizing each other.

And in such high-speed calculation and force-borrowing.

Zhang Feng now didn't have much capacity left; at most, he could control one more person.

And he couldn't cast spells.

Because offensive talismans consumed more spiritual energy than control, and also more than Spirit Seeking Talismans and Spiritual Sense.

After all, offense was cast outwards, while the remaining Spiritual Sense and spirit seeking were still within his body.

Furthermore, with his current total spiritual energy content, he could only cast two 1-stroke offensive talismans.

If he couldn't kill them, he himself would die.

More than ten people with 50 physique, plus the escort leader with nearly 60 physique.

Zhang Feng felt that solving it by 'killing people' was probably not the way.

Besides, they didn't seem to have any grudges.

And at this moment, while Zhang Feng was pondering what kind of opening words would make them take him seriously.

"Grandpa Deity has manifested!" The man was straightforward, directly breaking free from his colleagues' restraints and bowing his head in worship.

Those two colleagues also had no time to bother with the man; they were just left standing there in a daze.

At the same time, the escort leader and others were also woken up by the man's shout, and immediately began to beg for mercy.

"Grandmaster... Real Person..."

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

"This humble one is helping the government transport escorts... I momentarily had disrespectful thoughts, please, Senior, forgive me..."

They begged for mercy in fear, including the others who also successively knelt down, repeatedly kowtowing.

'This Grandmaster should be nearby...'

However, the escort leader didn't believe in deities or divine descent; instead, he felt that the expert was not far away.

Or perhaps, there really was treasure inside this statue, and some cultivator was guarding it here.

Zhang Feng didn't care about their state; instead, after seeing them beg for mercy, he dispersed his spiritual energy and used air vibration to produce a wind-like whispering sound,

"Re...treat..."

The voice was indistinguishable in age, and vague, as if coming from outside, yet echoing and swirling within the ruined temple.

'There really is an expert!' As soon as the escort leader heard it, he knew he had guessed correctly.

This expert might really be protecting some kind of treasure, or perhaps this was his temple or something similar.

But no matter what the guess was, seeing that the expert hadn't killed them, they naturally didn't dare to say more, picked up their boxes, and ran.

The reason they still remembered to carry their boxes was that if the boxes were lost, they would also be hunted by the authorities.

It's just that this escort leader was quite bold, or perhaps it was a subconscious act from being in the martial world.

Before leaving, he respectfully asked inside the ruined temple, "May I ask the expert's name?"

Those in the martial world liked to spread their names, or find opportunities for revenge, so asking for names was a very common thing.

Of course, it was highly likely that the person asking for the name would also get a knife, which was also normal.

But generally, it wouldn't happen. In some historical records from the Tang Dynasty, the rules of these martial world heroes had already formed a certain tradition.

That's why there were so many famous people and events passed down from the Tang Dynasty.

Otherwise, if they saw someone smarter or stronger than themselves, they would just cut them down with a knife.

Then all civilization would end.

Zhang Feng had thought of a nickname before to guard against this move, and now he naturally replied:

"This poor Taoist is Green Mountain."

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

'Green Mountain Taoist?'

Under the rainy night.

After hearing this Taoist name, the escort leader and others exchanged glances; none of them had heard of it.

But whether they had heard of it or not, the next second they all bowed in unison, and then hurried on their way through the rainy night.

After Zhang Feng saw them leave, his spirit also lightened. After thinking for a moment, he cautiously left the statue, preparing to find another place to hide.

A few feet underground seemed like a good spot.

Starting life as an orphaned infant requires being more cautious.

...

Three days later.

Outside the Zhang Family mansion in Xuanhu City.

The guards on duty at the entrance all had 80 Physique in the Qi Refining realm.

The Zhang Family, a major clan, was the number one family within this prefecture.

Their current Patriarch was a Golden Core Great Accomplishment cultivator, unparalleled in the prefecture.

This caused many commoners to walk quickly when passing in front of the Zhang Family mansion and dare not speak loudly.

In fact, if it wasn't necessary for travel, they would rather take a detour than walk in front of the Zhang Family's gate.

This was all because the Zhang Family Patriarch's son was a profligate young man.

He often relied on his father being a great cultivator to casually beat and scold anyone he disliked.

Just like when someone walked past the Zhang Family gate laughing loudly.

If Young Master Zhang saw them, a severe beating would be unavoidable.

The Zhang Family Patriarch didn't manage him.

This was because, firstly, he had a son late in life, and secondly, Young Master Zhang's talent was exceptionally high. Additionally, the Zhang Family Patriarch was often not home, instead traveling to various places to seek out demons and spar in Taoist techniques.

So, over time, he let him do as he pleased.

Anyway, as the Zhang Family Patriarch saw it, with him protecting his son, other matters weren't a problem.

But on this day.

Inside the Zhang Family study.

Young Master Zhang, sixteen years old, was kneeling defiantly.

The white-haired Zhang Family Patriarch sat majestically on an ancient wooden stool.

He was now three hundred and twenty-six years old.

Facing his somewhat defiant child.

The Zhang Family Patriarch also asked somewhat angrily:

"Although Zhang Feng was a nameless orphan picked up by the family, not a blood relative of my Zhang Family.

He has already been given a name by the family elders and is considered half a Zhang Family member.

Why did you order someone to abandon him?"

"Too noisy." Young Master Zhang looked up at his father, "Father, don't scold this child anymore. This child didn't kill him, but placed him in a dilapidated temple.

That dilapidated temple occasionally has people offering incense, perhaps he has already been picked up by someone now."

As he spoke, he even sounded self-righteous,

"Besides, I am your child, he is just an outsider. His crying affected this child's cultivation, so what if this child threw him away?

If the family elders hadn't picked him up at that time, he would have starved to death long ago and wouldn't have come to my Zhang Family.

Naturally, this child also knows that Father doesn't value him, but wants to use Zhang Feng's matter as an excuse to discipline me.

To let this child know that when doing things, one must think thrice before acting, and cannot casually dispose of other people's lives."

"Alas..." Facing his child's sophistry, the Zhang Family Patriarch actually didn't know what to say.

Because if he said one principle, his child could say ten, and they would all be correct.

Although he knew his child's thinking was definitely wrong, a bit too realistic and self-serving, he couldn't just slap his child to death, could he?

In fact, let alone beating him to death, even just beating him.

He couldn't bear to.

"With a temper like yours, you're bound to cause trouble for me sooner or later!"

The Zhang Family Patriarch could now only offer appropriate admonishment.

Furthermore, although this kid was arrogant, he was indeed smart, only bullying those he could bully.

He wasn't like ordinary profligates who provoked everyone.

But for the Zhang Family Patriarch, this bullying was problematic, because one day he would provoke someone who looked ordinary but was actually extraordinary.

Sometimes it was this complicated. The Zhang Family Patriarch knew how to stop it and knew what was best. As long as he locked up his child, nothing would happen.

But as a father, he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing.

He could only pray now that the great scholar he found for him could educate him well, instead of hearing 'Teacher said: Please come, parents' every day when he returned home.

'Still need to assign him a few more guards.'

The Zhang Family Patriarch thought to himself, feeling it was better to assign more people to watch him.

As for Zhang Feng's matter.

Ultimately, he was an outsider who was picked up.

This was certainly a minor matter compared to educating his own child.

"I'll go and inform the family elders."

The Zhang Family Patriarch got up from the chair, "You get up too, don't kneel anymore."

As he spoke, he emphasized, "I will be going to Linzhou in a few days. During the time I am away, do not anger the family elders.

He has quite a few complaints about you throwing away Zhang Feng."

"Understood." Young Master Zhang nodded, then chuckled and shook his head, "This child doesn't think the family elders feel sorry for that Zhang Feng. Rather, he feels this child challenged his authority in the mansion."

"Stop talking!" The Zhang Family Patriarch frowned, "He is your Uncle after all, and also my Uncle, and furthermore, a Golden Core Small Accomplishment cultivator.

You, a Foundation Establishment stage child, if it weren't for me, even if you were a Zhang Family member, based on this matter alone, he would have locked you up long ago."

"Lock up." Young Master Zhang smiled, "Father, this child is a Zhang Family member, and his talent is high. Even without you, he wouldn't bear to kill me.

This child only needs to plan slowly and will sooner or later deal with him to repay the 'imprisonment' favor.

Naturally, this method is too sinister. It's better to change to a famous quote from a predecessor in historical records, the forbearance of 'A Gentleman's revenge is not too late, even after ten years'."

"Suit yourself." The Zhang Family Patriarch actually disliked his child dealing with family members in such a sinister way, but he also liked this kind of sinister approach.

At least after his five hundred years of life ended, his son wouldn't suffer alone.

...

Evening.

"Bastard!"

Again in the secret chamber in the back courtyard of the Zhang Family.

The family elder was angrily cursing.

Because after he returned from the city today, he heard from the steward that the Patriarch had not punished Young Master Zhang.

This was undoubtedly a blow to his authority.

As for Zhang Feng, he didn't care, nor did the Zhang Family father and son.

Zhang Feng being thrown away was more of a 'family power struggle' within the Zhang Family.

Zhang Feng's role was just this.

And over the next ten-plus years.

They basically forgot the specifics about Zhang Feng, only knowing that there was once an infant picked up and then thrown out again.

...

In the blink of an eye, it was the eighteenth year since arriving in this world.

Apart from the first few days, which were somewhat difficult.

After his own spiritual energy increased, Zhang Feng began cultivating in the mountains and forests while eating meat.

Unknowingly, or perhaps under immense survival pressure.

Once Zhang Feng entered seclusion to practice martial arts, almost nineteen years passed in the blink of an eye.

And on this day.

Within the dense mountain forest near the border.

The air here was good, and the spiritual energy was abundant.

Zhang Feng, wearing a beast hide, walked through the mountain forest.

As he walked, when he saw a Qi Refining realm demon beast flying in the air.

Zhang Feng gently stepped on the ground, and like a bird, he leaped straight out of the forest and 'flew' towards the demon beast!

"Whoosh!"

When the demon beast saw Zhang Feng flying towards it, it ran away immediately.

But Zhang Feng used spiritual energy to form wings, along with the surrounding airflow, at an angle that closely matched aerodynamics, moving at nearly three hundred meters per second, approaching the speed of sound.

At such terrifying speed, approximately 1080 kilometers per hour, far faster than a maglev train.

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

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

In less than five seconds.

Zhang Feng sat in mid-air, casually took out synthetic cumin from his pocket, sprinkled it, and began eating this 'braised demon beast'.

And five years ago, Zhang Feng could fly.

At that time, his Physique was 70, he had ten Spiritual Minds, was at Foundation Establishment Great Accomplishment, and his Spiritual Sense was 150 meters.

Currently, his Physique is 410, he is at Foundation Establishment Perfection, and his Spiritual Sense is 800 meters.

Although his Physique hasn't increased much, his spiritual energy is becoming increasingly abundant.

And this Physique is something Zhang Feng is deliberately suppressing.

Because if it were any higher, he would be too heavy and unable to fly.

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

Ultimately, it was because he was too heavy.

His Physique in reality is 516, his weight is around 1000 jin, and he has a condensed physique, forming a huge point of downward pull.

Although he could also fly and float, he needed to use Spiritual Mind to control spiritual energy, and then support and control his body.

This invisibly reduced his ultimate combat power.

That, in Zhang Feng's opinion, wasn't flying, but being dragged along.

Unlike now, a small amount of spiritual energy acts as wings, and utilizing aerodynamic principles allows for free flight.

Furthermore, Zhang Feng is simultaneously condensing his realm and condensing his Physique.

He is constantly exploring the balance point, so that no matter which Physique range he is in the future, he can quickly achieve 'stepping into the void' by riding the wind.

Stepping into the void by riding the wind is faster than traveling on the ground.

And at his current speed, as long as his spiritual energy doesn't dry up and he isn't tired.

Theoretically, he could circle the Earth in forty hours.

Zhang Feng felt this was the level expected of a 400 Physique.

He had been practicing a bit incorrectly before.