There's something wrong with me

“Is there a problem?”

The Daoist thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, “Right, after he came to our side, Senior Brother’s aura changed!”

The moment the words fell.

The Daoist didn't doubt him, and after a swift turn, anxiously picked up the corpse and ran.

“Faster, faster…” The corpse cheered him on from his back, and truly channeled the malevolent energy to the Daoist’s feet, providing a certain degree of propulsion and effort-saving effect.

Whoosh—

With the malevolent energy's boost, the Daoist covered three to four meters in one step, and then seven to eight meters in the next.

After that, he ran faster and faster, covering about ten meters in one step.

“Dao…”

The shopkeeper was constantly paying attention to the Daoist.

When he saw that the Daoist Master wasn't eating or paying, and was rushing off as if reincarnating, he naturally didn't dare to stop these 'experts who command spirits and ghosts'.

Or rather, the moment the word 'Dao' left his mouth.

In less than two breaths, the Daoist had run far away, leaving the inn entrance.

And then in the next second.

Just as the shopkeeper was about to tell the kitchen not to make the dishes the Daoist had ordered.

Clink—

A light sound came from the ground outside.

The shopkeeper, who often used an abacus, heard it and immediately smiled.

He then jogged around the counter and came to the door to take a look.

Under the light of the old-fashioned kerosene lamp was a silver dollar.

‘The Daoist Master is generous! A man of principle!’

The shopkeeper was very happy, because this meal only cost seven hundred and twenty copper coins.

One silver dollar, in the current unstable situation, could be exchanged for fifteen hundred copper coins at an official bank.

Of course, it was quite chaotic at the moment, and the price was uncertain.

Because the local warlords were all vigorously printing money.

It wouldn't be long before copper coins would experience a significant depreciation.

Silver dollars were the hard currency.

The shopkeeper's young nephew worked at the 'money printing factory' and was very clear about this.

In short, exchange copper coins for silver dollars as early as possible.

‘Tomorrow I’ll have Zhang Feng run an errand in the city.’

In the time it took the shopkeeper to pick up the money, he had already made all his calculations in his mind.

And he didn't tell the kitchen to stop cooking, after all, the money had been paid. What if the Daoist Master came back, but the food wasn't ready?

Meanwhile.

Clatter… clatter…

In the kitchen.

Zhang Feng stir-fried the dishes over high heat, holding the pot with one hand and rapidly flipping with the spatula with the other.

Standing next to Zhang Feng were the head chef and his apprentice, watching Zhang Feng cook with wide eyes.

The two truly hadn't realized that Zhang Feng, who usually honestly ran errands, actually had such skills?

Not to mention how the food tasted.

Just this skillful stir-frying and tossing of the wok, the head chef, over thirty years old and who had been cooking for more than twenty years, couldn't do it with such ease.

“Done.”

Just as they were secretly learning.

Zhang Feng scraped the bottom of the pot with the spatula, and a dish of braised green vegetables, full of aroma, was poured onto the plate. The sauce-colored gravy overflowed from beneath the dish, slowly spreading across the plate, further deepening the sweet aroma in the air.

“Gulp…” The head chef swallowed, feeling unusually hungry.

But he had tasted the dishes several times when cooking for other guests twenty minutes ago and had only just felt full.

“Zhang… Brother Zhang…” Facing such a tempting delicacy, the head chef’s voice became much quieter.

It was as if a martial arts novice had encountered an invincible Master in the martial arts world.

He was so scared he couldn't move before even competing.

“I…”

At this moment, when he looked at Zhang Feng, his gaze carried a weak request, “C-can I taste some?”

“Please.” Zhang Feng left the stove.

“Thank you…” The head chef took a deep breath of the aroma in the air, then picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up a green vegetable, and chewed it slowly.

Instantly, the sweet sauce flavor, accompanied by the fresh taste of the chewed vegetable leaves, exploded on his taste buds.

A simple stir-fried green vegetable, and he actually tasted 'braised pork flavor'?

Especially the taste of this 'braised pork' was also top-notch, completely without that greasy texture.

After all, it was made from green vegetables, so it naturally wasn't greasy.

“You…” The head chef was stunned. He didn't expect there to be such a top-notch chef in the inn?

A dish of green vegetables could actually be made to look and taste like meat?

“For the braised meat the Daoist ordered, use the one from our shop first. After cleaning the large pot these two days, I’ll braise it, and you just assist. Your braised meat is too poor.”

“Okay… okay…” The head chef nodded hastily, looking like a humble and receptive young apprentice.

In a trance, he felt as if he had returned to his childhood, the time when he knelt and kowtowed, begging Master to teach him his skills.

As for the apprentice next to the head chef, when he smelled this 'soul-stirring' aroma, and then saw his Master conquered, he looked at Zhang Feng with even greater admiration, not expecting this waiter to be a senior chef hidden in this small inn in the suburbs!

And Zhang Feng naturally wanted to show off his skills. Firstly, since he had an identity, he would use the inn, the shopkeeper, and others as the center to find the entry point for his mission.

Secondly, since the inn was the center, he naturally had to raise his status level.

Thirdly, it was still the previous plan to exchange information with the Daoist using delicious food, so points one and two were just following the flow.

Thinking.

Zhang Feng refused the head chef's request to carry the plates, and then carried the braised meat in one hand and a tray in the other, with a plate of green vegetables and a pot of wine on it.

He walked out of the kitchen.

“Why is it so fragrant?” The shopkeeper, who had already returned to the counter, looked at Zhang Feng.

“What dish is that?” The only table with two guests also looked over with hazy, drunken eyes.

“Green vegetables.” Zhang Feng replied casually, then looked towards the door.

The Daoist and the corpse over there were gone.

“Shopkeeper.” After Zhang Feng saw that the person he was looking for was gone, he formally looked at the shopkeeper who was curiously watching him, “Where did that Daoist go?”

“How would I know.” The shopkeeper shook his head and continued using the abacus, “Anyway, the money has been paid, I’ll keep the food for him for a while.”

“How about bringing it over here!” One of the guests at that table shouted, “Shopkeeper, come, bring it here!”

“Exactly!” The other guest also swayed and said, “Waiter, bring it over!”

“That’s the Daoist Master’s food.” This time the shopkeeper hastily shook his head and said in a low voice, “Didn’t the two customers see just now? It’s a Daoist Master who drives corpses. These dishes are his.”

“Daoist Master?”

“Driving corpses?”

Hearing these words, their drunkenness sobered up a bit.

Or perhaps it was autumn, and when the wind blew outside the door, even with the warmth of the alcohol, they felt a chill down their backs.

After that, they stopped talking.

‘Gone?’

Zhang Feng, however, thought for a few breaths and decided to chase after him.

Seeing that the Daoist didn't seem to have much spiritual energy on him, it should be fine.

Otherwise, if he missed this opportunity, he wouldn't know when he would encounter these people again.

“Shopkeeper, I’m going out for a bit to get some air.”

Zhang Feng acted decisively, placed the food on the counter, and walked out the door without waiting for the shopkeeper to say anything.

At this point, the advantage of having Yin-Yang Eyes became apparent.

Because the faint residual malevolent energy in the air could be directly seen.

He didn't need to use his Spiritual Mind too much to perceive it, which indirectly occupied his 'Spiritual Mind cultivation' and 'thought (computing power)'.

“Zhang Feng!” The shopkeeper saw Zhang Feng about to go out and called out, “Where are you going to get air in the middle of the night? We still have to go to the city tomorrow morning.”

As he spoke, he didn't think Zhang Feng was going to chase after the Daoist Master, because he knew his waiter didn't have the guts.

“Got it.” Zhang Feng ran off following the aura.

...

Fifteen li away.

In a patch of woods.

“Senior Brother…”

The Daoist stopped, panting, and put the corpse down. “Senior Brother, I can’t run anymore…”

“I told you to… study diligently… practice hard…”

Senior Brother wasn't bouncing at this moment, but walking somewhat awkwardly. “Now… I… am crippled, no one… can protect you…”

“I am practicing.” The Daoist sighed. “But my talent is far inferior to Senior Brother’s.

If I had Senior Brother’s talent, you and I, fellow disciples, wouldn’t need to pretend to be corpse drivers and travel at night, but could openly walk the jianghu during the day.”

Speaking of this, the Daoist was full of helplessness. “If I had the ability to mend bones and reattach tendons, Senior Brother wouldn’t need to cultivate the path of ‘Corpse Dissolution’.”

“Hmph…” Hearing this, Senior Brother said angrily, “Even the art of miraculous healing… can hardly cure me, a half-dead person…

And my talent… which you call… high, is now also crippled…”

“It’s hard to guard against a hidden arrow.” The Daoist supported Senior Brother as they walked. “Senior Brother is upright and honest, it’s just that the warlord surnamed Tao from Qizhou is untrustworthy.

Last year, he invited Senior Brother out of seclusion to find the ruins of the Yangshan True Person for him.

When he got the information, he shot him in the back!”

“Things have come to this…” Senior Brother sighed. “And when he invited me that day… even though I knew I was dealing with a tiger, I had to go…

And on the day he interrogated me about the secrets of Yangshan…

With all sorts of techniques… facing a hundred firearms… I could only jump off the cliff, seeking a sliver of hope.

It’s also fortunate that Junior Brother hid at first… and then secretly followed me…”

Otherwise, that day I fell off the cliff... even if I luckily didn't die, I would have lived to see myself... become food for wild beasts...

The Master and disciple chatted, their words filled with sighs.

But they kept walking, continuously moving away from the direction of the inn.

Because of Tao General's matter, it made the Master and disciple extra cautious now.

Including his Master, who was also covered with a white cloth, one was to pretend to be a corpse, and the other was to prevent being recognized.

Because they knew Tao General would definitely send people down the cliff to search for the body.

When they knew the body was not there.

Then they would definitely search the mountains and fields for the Master.

This is inevitable, there is no second possibility.

Because although the Master was afraid of the General's open gunfire, to the point of having to scheme with a tiger.

But when the General saw that this Master wasn't dead, he naturally also feared his术数 retaliation.

Letting a术士 with a life-and-death feud escape is extremely terrifying.

They even wondered if the waiter just now might be Tao General's minion.

Under Tao General, there are also some strange people and extraordinary individuals.

At the same time.

While the Master and disciple chatted, they walked another mile.

But just as the two of them passed through the dense forest in front of them and arrived at an open space illuminated by the bright moon.

Standing in the open space was a person dressed as a waiter, it was Zhang Feng, whom they had seen before.

'How did he find us?' The disciple was stunned.

"This person might be able to use the Qi Seeking Method..." The Master was full of vigilance, "You have just entered Qi Cultivation... The Foundation Establishment Spiritual Qi has not yet gathered... After the Qi leaves the body, it has no roots and will soon dissipate.

He should have intercepted my Qi..."

The Master is a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but is now half-crippled.

Zhang Feng, while adjusting the internal Qi consumed during his journey, looked at the vigilant one and 'one corpse'.

Now this corpse was not holding its breath.

Zhang Feng found that he was also a living person, but full of deathly aura.

"Gentlemen, I have already prepared your meals, why did you suddenly leave without saying goodbye?"

Zhang Feng asked the two with a smile, just like chatting with friends.

The Master paused for a moment, then said to the disciple: "He should be trying to recover his Qi while chatting... His Qi is uneven now, run quickly!"

The Master is now disabled, completely relying on malevolent Qi to drag his body forward.

Under such inconvenience.

He knew he would drag down the disciple, so he told the disciple to run quickly.

Furthermore, Zhang Feng's smile seemed gentle and friendly.

But the two of them had experienced too much, and now they were prejudiced, thinking Zhang Feng was a bad person.

As a result, Zhang Feng's smile, in their eyes, was more like the villain's laugh of 'Hahaha, I've caught you'.

"Since you've already found us..." Facing the Master's words, the disciple showed no intention of leaving, instead taking out a talisman and looking at Zhang Feng, who had a vigilant expression.

"I will let you see that our Xuan Yun Mountain术数 is not something anyone can bully!"

His Spiritual Qi was circulating.

It's just that his own Spiritual Qi is not high, so activating this talisman takes some time.

And next to him, his Master currently cultivates the Corpse Dissolution path within 'malevolent Qi', which is incompatible with the attributes in the talisman, so he couldn't help.

But they also faced Zhang Feng with shared hatred, pointing the white cloth towards him, looking like they were going to fight to the death today.

To be honest. Zhang Feng suddenly felt very confused, but then he knew that they had misunderstood something about him, which was why he felt so confused.

"Gentlemen, wait, there might be a misunderstanding between us."

As the Daoist circulated the talisman, Zhang Feng flickered several times, retreating over ten meters.

His physique is not high now, and he doesn't want to test the waters with his body.

Especially this kind of talisman technique (stable structure of Spiritual Qi) is unfamiliar.

It's also possible they only have this one.

So Zhang Feng didn't want them to waste it.

Furthermore, it's problematic to have a life-and-death battle without any grievances.

Wouldn't it be better to have some tea, exchange experiences, and look at your talisman, so everyone can improve?

"Misunderstanding?"

Seeing Zhang Feng voluntarily retreat, the Spiritual Qi in the Daoist's hand did not dissipate accordingly. "At the inn, you disrupted my Master's cultivation, and you seemed to investigate our backgrounds.

Now you've chased us for dozens of miles...

Is it a misunderstanding?"

The Daoist completely didn't believe it.

The Master didn't believe it either.

And when Zhang Feng saw how stubborn the two were, he knew that nothing he said would be of use.

"My apologies."

As the words fell.

Zhang Feng's hyper-frequency and Spiritual Qi burst out, because of the rapid combat power system from the previous world, he now has 40 physique.

Whoosh—

Thirty meters distance, Zhang Feng crossed in two steps, just as the Daoist raised the talisman, he slapped his wrist with one hand, using resonance to dissipate the force, and smoothly pulled out the tightly held talisman.

He put his other hand on the Master's shoulder, using resonance to disrupt his nerves, preparing to control him.

But in the next second.

After Zhang Feng perceived that most of his bones and blood vessels were shattered and now randomly combined, and that he was completely relying on malevolent Qi to maintain basic functions.

Zhang Feng let go of his hand.

Because if he dared to vibrate, it would break the small circulation of malevolent Qi within his body, and he would die instantly.

"Don't move." Although Zhang Feng let go of him, he also pointed a sword finger to the side, pointing at the Daoist who had just turned around, the tip of his finger only three inches away from his neck.

The tip of his finger also emitted Spiritual power, carrying a fatal feeling as sharp as a blade Qi.

The Daoist didn't dare to move, and also knew that the two of them had been defeated in a short time.

The person who came was a great expert.

And he was a great expert who cultivated both body and spirit!

But Zhang Feng looked only in his early twenties.

They really didn't know how Zhang Feng cultivated both paths to such a profound level.

"Senior..." The Daoist

"I told you, I have no ill intentions." Zhang Feng retracted his hand, and then carefully searched the Master's body with his palm. In less than five seconds, he revealed his physical condition in one sentence.

"Seven parts of the bones are broken, and two parts of the meridians (blood vessels) are in disarray.

He can live now, entirely relying on malevolent Qi to maintain him.

But there were traces of earth-attribute Spiritual Qi before, this kind of earth-attribute turning into Yin-attribute, earth and malevolent Qi generating each other?

In Daoism, is it the Yin Earth path?

Are you going to open the Corpse Dissolution method with Yin Earth? Using malevolent Qi to extend your own lifespan?"

"You... how do you know?" The Master's tone held unconcealable fear, he didn't expect his physical condition, and the ingenious secret method he had only been researching for half a year, to be seen through so quickly!

He originally thought that the 'Yin Earth Corpse Dissolution' path he had just created was definitely the ultimate life-extending cultivation method in the cultivation world!

If ordinary people saw it, they would definitely be amazed!

But now, looking at the 'waiter', he didn't show any amazement, instead, he seemed to be thinking, commenting, and looking for something better?

This was the first time he had seen such a person, a person who could be called a 'great terror' in terms of 'knowledge'!

Even though he was called a genius by his sect from a young age, at this moment, in front of Zhang Feng, he felt like a babbling infant.

'Who exactly is he...' The Daoist looked at Zhang Feng with even more unease, always feeling that under Zhang Feng's young face was an ancient face of unknown age.

Because only those who have cultivated know how difficult it is for one person to cultivate both body and spirit, let alone also cultivate medicine.

Especially since Zhang Feng not only knew all three, but could even reveal his Master's ultimate secret technique in one sentence.

Such a person no longer inspires awe and worship, but has already instilled a kind of unspoken fear.

As a result, when the two saw Zhang Feng seemingly distracted in thought, they didn't act rashly.

But in reality, they just wanted to stay far away from Zhang Feng, even never seeing him again would be best.

But Zhang Feng didn't care what they thought, instead, he felt that this corpse was quite imaginative, and could even be categorized as '30% exceeding the standard'.

100% exceeding the standard, on the other hand, is like zuoshangke and Chen Genius.

Furthermore, Zhang Feng is proficient in Daoist studies and also knows that the 'Corpse Dissolution' method is actually about leaving the physical body and allowing the 'spirit' to ascend.

So, according to this theory.

This person's physical body has become like this, and from the perspective of ordinary people, he is already dead.

However, it is precisely because this person used the 'Corpse Dissolution' method that he indirectly kept his spirit alive, and then relied on the spirit to operate malevolent Qi, achieving basic maintenance of bodily functions and extending his vitality.

This is a kind of 'life-saving solution' in a sure-death situation.

Zhang Feng had never encountered this situation before, but seeing him in this state, by analogy, he quickly learned it.

Because he himself had research on malevolent Qi.

After experiencing his specific situation, and using the stones from other mountains to polish his jade.

Zhang Feng also gained some understanding of the system of Corpse Refining methods.