There's something wrong with me

Chapter 240: I Am Zhang Feng!

Amidst confusion and speculation,

Upon reaching a small alley,

Yang Shaoquan somewhat composed himself and looked at his robust companion, nicknamed ‘Three Blades’.

“That Grand Thief has been roaming the Jianghu for many years, so he should have some treasures…

But this old man also returned to the North of the city with the Grand Thief when the pharmacy closed yesterday.

These two must be working together!”

“That must be it!”

Three Blades was very certain. “Brother Yang, didn’t those two lads we caught outside the city a few days ago say that this old man knows Grand Thief Sun?

At that time, after Grand Thief Sun stopped their horses from losing control, he exchanged a few secret words with this old man.”

“Those two are outsiders after all.”

Yang Shaoquan shook his head. “And those two only met Grand Thief Sun because he saved them.

Their statements cannot be fully trusted.

Looking a few more times and inquiring a bit more won't hurt.

But their statements did let me know that there is a master in this town.

I didn’t expect to see him today, and it turned out to be Grand Thief Sun?”

Yang Shaoquan revealed a meaningful smile,

“Coincidentally, I also had a brief encounter with him.

But he might not remember me.”

Yang Shaoquan had no grudge with the Grand Thief; their only meeting was outside an inn six years ago.

Yang Shaoquan possessed a special ability, a natural memory for people’s ‘physical temperament and form’.

Coupled with the fact that the Grand Thief had been constantly evading pursuit and living a desperate life for years, the immense pressure meant his own strength hadn’t changed much.

So Yang Shaoquan quickly recognized him.

And at this moment,

Yang Shaoquan still vaguely remembered that six years ago, the Grand Thief was killing and robbing, while he was hidden in a tree.

Both of their targets were the guests staying at the inn.

It was just that the Grand Thief acted first.

At that time, he witnessed the entire process and knew that he was no match for the Grand Thief.

So he didn’t attempt to ‘be the oriole behind the mantis’.

He hid from beginning to end, not daring to utter a single word in the tree.

But now, it’s different!

He has reached the Post-Heaven Great Accomplishment stage!

According to the text physique, he has a full 127!

Especially since he also observed the Grand Thief and found that the Grand Thief hadn't made much progress.

So now is an excellent opportunity to kill, rob, and incidentally wipe away past humiliation.

Yang Shaoquan grew excited at this thought.

And Three Blades’s strength was similar to Yang Shaoquan’s, and their actions were also quite alike, both engaging in killing and robbing.

The two were fellow travelers.

But often, although Three Blades spoke decisively and with certainty, when it came to the actual action, he always followed Yang Shaoquan’s arrangements.

“Brother Yang means to act?”

At this point, Three Blades, based on Yang Shaoquan’s words and years of cooperation, understood Brother Yang’s intention.

“When do we act?”

On serious matters, Three Blades, as always, deferred to Brother Yang’s arrangements.

“No rush, no rush.” Yang Shaoquan paused after hearing the words “act,” then speculated,

“Earlier, when we passed by Qianlin Hall, we saw Grand Thief Sun assisting that old man…”

Yang Shaoquan pondered and mused,

“Thinking about it now, that old man seems a bit unusual, so let’s not act yet; let’s investigate further.”

“Still need to investigate?” Three Blades, however, was somewhat puzzled, carefully recalling Zhang Feng’s appearance. “I saw that old man’s steps were unsteady, with no Martial Arts skill.

Why would Brother Yang say he’s unusual?

Perhaps Grand Thief Sun only appears to be assisting, but is actually looking for an opportunity to eliminate Qianlin Hall and this old man.”

Three Blades made a well-reasoned argument, “In Grand Thief Sun’s past exploits, there were many instances of ‘feigning’ dependence on others while actually looking for an opportunity to act.”

“But this time it’s different, and it’s not about Martial Arts.” Yang Shaoquan thought carefully for a few seconds before speaking: “I do have some ability to judge people; I can tell that the Grand Thief’s respect for this old man doesn’t seem fake.

Perhaps… this person has some identity!

This matter needs to be investigated before making arrangements.

To avoid provoking someone we shouldn’t.”

“I’ll follow Brother Yang’s orders!” Three Blades was also able to put aside his pride. Seeing Brother Yang repeatedly delay, he quickly followed his words:

“Indeed, this person’s steps are unsteady and weak, yet he is so respected by that Grand Thief.

It really does seem a bit off.”

As Three Blades spoke, he gratefully said to Yang Shaoquan, “I was momentarily swayed by the treasures, which made me overlook this point.

If not for Brother Yang’s reminder, I might have fallen this time!”

“We’re brothers.” When Yang Shaoquan saw Three Blades bowing, he felt pleased inwardly, but outwardly he put on the demeanor of a mature elder brother.

Throughout their years of acquaintance, they had always maintained this ‘symbiotic’ relationship.

After all, there always had to be a leader or idea-generator in the ‘duo’.

Like Yang Shaoquan, he clearly looked like an experienced Jianghu veteran.

Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for him to suffer losses in the Jianghu, and in his personal actions, he was even more cautious and thorough than the Grand Thief.

Furthermore, under his autocratic leadership, to maintain a harmonious relationship within the duo,

There must also be someone who doesn't have much experience judging people in the Jianghu, but constantly finds excuses and debates, only to ‘suddenly realize’ after a few sentences and then ‘immediately start praising’.

For example, the seemingly simple-minded Three Blades.

He was such a person.

In fact, Three Blades was truly a smart person. With appropriate debate and praise, he maximized emotional value for Yang Shaoquan, allowing this old Jianghu expert to lead him to success.

To be a Grand Thief and also evade pursuit from officials and some Jianghu masters,

Besides their high skills, the more important thing is that there are no fools.

Otherwise, if they truly provoked someone they couldn’t afford to, then there would be no ‘then’.

Especially with this debate and praise, Three Blades also had a knack for it.

He had followed many people and knew that not everyone could be debated, otherwise people would just see him as a contrarian and wouldn’t bother with him.

More often, debating was to give others a sense of comfort and achievement, like ‘I finally taught you’.

This kind of spiritual pleasure can be very addictive.

Three Blades also used this method to learn many unshared Jianghu tricks from Yang Shaoquan.

However, there were still some life-tested tricks that Yang Shaoquan did not pass on.

He enjoyed being a good teacher, but he wasn’t a fool who would reveal everything.

But generally, when facing ordinary people, Three Blades could coax and trick a lot of information out of them.

And in Three Blades’s view, no one in this world spoke the truth; everyone lived with a hat on, just like Yang Shaoquan, and to get information, one had to use corresponding deceptions.

The art of deception, which is based on lies, is a way to uncover the truth.

Three Blades had already tasted many sweet rewards.

…

The next day, under the plan of these two super-intelligent individuals, they began scouting and investigating Zhang Feng and the Grand Thief.

It seemed very complicated.

In fact, it was just a slight disguise, a change of clothes, and then passing by the entrance of Qianlin Hall multiple times a day.

Although their figures were quite robust and seemingly conspicuous, making them difficult to hide,

In reality, the material world here is abundant, and the spiritual energy is high, reaching 2.6.

This meant that many common people who worked the land, if not brawny, were at least tall.

The average height here was around 1.85 meters.

People two meters tall were not uncommon.

At least Old Man Zhang Feng, even though his body had shrunk in old age and some cartilage between his bones was gone, was still 1.8 meters tall.

Also today,

During the two clever men’s repeated scouting.

If the first time in the morning, they hurried past the door, Zhang Feng truly did not sense their killing intent from their luck.

Because Zhang Feng currently had no Spiritual Sense; he was relying entirely on his eyes to see.

Where he looked, that was where he saw.

So, to a large extent, if his gaze at that moment wasn't directed outside the door, he wouldn't be able to perceive others' killing intent towards him.

But they ran back and forth in front of the door five times that day.

Although their disguises were different each time, and they cautiously altered their actions,

Zhang Feng even thought their disguises were well done, a ‘mid-level minor success’ in disguise.

However, their luck and good/evil values showed no change at all.

This was quite awkward.

This also meant that, to avoid awkwardness, Zhang Feng tried to keep his gaze away from the door when they passed, so as not to let them discover him.

After all, they did possess strength.

To avoid wasting resurrections unnecessarily, he had to show some respect.

But in reality, Zhang Feng was also a bit afraid.

For example, the first time, before he noticed them.

If they had suddenly attacked in broad daylight.

Then he would surely die, and it would be a wasteful use of a resurrection opportunity.

Then, without knowing why they would kill him,

One, he could waste another resurrection, trying to ask them directly; perhaps they would tell him.

Two, he could also not ask, but directly arrange corresponding countermeasures, such as not going to work today.

Or return to a day or two earlier, or even several days earlier, and then try to conceal his identity.

Anyway, as long as they killed him, and it happened after an initial crisis,

Then it must be an ‘encounter battle,’ not a ‘textual destiny’ type, so it could be effectively avoided.

Hiding was definitely a good idea.

And on this very night,

Zhang Feng, with the corner of his eye, watched the two men pass by the door for the ninth time today, still holding this thought.

Because judging by their enthusiasm and drive, they were definitely going to kill him.

To be honest, Zhang Feng really didn’t know how he had offended these two.

So the only conclusion was that they were enemies attracted by the Grand Thief.

Pondering,

Zhang Feng looked at the Grand Thief, who was helping Manager Li nail wooden planks. Although he looked unwilling to work, he couldn’t die or be let go now.

If these two were to act in the next couple of days, only the Grand Thief’s small frame could block them for a bit.

These two, their physiques are both around 125.

He currently couldn’t withstand them at all.

…

In the evening, back at the small courtyard,

Zhang Feng immediately started boiling medicine, and ate it as soon as it was done.

Tap-tap—

And according to the two sets of footsteps outside the courtyard, which seemed like passersby,

Zhang Feng knew it must still be those two people.

Even without seeing them, he had seen them out of the corner of his eye several times today, and his hearing was enhanced from the beginning.

So he remembered their physical appearance and footsteps.

And with his understanding of human physiology, plus the abundant data on 120-physique individuals in reality,

Zhang Feng could also hear their deliberately disguised footsteps.

These two people were truly damn careful.

Even when scouting from behind the courtyard wall at night, they were meticulously disguised in various ways.

Now, only the Grand Thief knew nothing, still practicing Martial Arts loudly in the courtyard.

At this moment, Zhang Feng also considered whether to tell him in advance.

But thinking of too many variables, he decided against it.

Don't let others use you as a shield and then push you out.

'One more day...'

At this moment.

Zhang Feng pondered, also looking at his physique.

It is currently 【29】, still four hours away.

This was also thanks to the ginseng, otherwise, he would have had to wait another day and two nights.

'Why are there so many crises...'

At the same time, Zhang Feng did not stay in the kitchen but came to a corner of the courtyard.

If those two truly intended to rob him, he would find a way to escape.

Those two, in Zhang Feng's calculations and good-and-evil observations, were also Grand Thieves.

"Heh!" The Grand Thief still knew nothing, continuing to practice by himself in the courtyard.

This was quite good.

However, Zhang Feng felt quite speechless when he thought about how much he had to endure.

Zhang Feng was even thinking now that even stable growth in an eight-level world was fraught with crises at every turn.

Then, in a normal eight-level or even higher-level world, wouldn't he be attacked by three groups of people every day—morning, noon, and night—preventing him from even finishing a single meal?

Zhang Feng felt that, given the randomness of the text, it might not be absolute, but it was also not necessarily untrue.

It seems that in this world's hundred years, he must find a way to achieve 'One-step Golden Core' and then practice Three-point Origin Severance Technique.

One-step Foundation Establishment Completion, along with the 'miscellaneous system,' seemed to be falling behind a bit.

He needed to quickly integrate all systems.

Including this change in 'world background,' which made Zhang Feng focus for the first time on the problems within 'complex worlds.'

For example, in a new world, if there is no spiritual energy, no vigorous energy pills, and no food, what should he do?

Regarding this matter.

Zhang Feng actually had a general idea.

That was to try and solve the problem of converting 'various conventional energies in reality' based on the rules and calculations of the Heavenly Dao formula.

Anyway, as long as he could use the rule formula.

Then it would be the same as what he had thought a few years ago.

Most of the computing power in reality should first be directed towards the immense task of converting 'Z1 solar energy' into 'light absorption.'

As long as this could be achieved, then Z1 could be charged anywhere there was light.

After that, using Heavenly Dao rules and biotechnology, etc., this super Z1 energy could then be converted into 'bioenergy.'

In current real-world science.

Bioenergy is the energy stored within a normal human body.

For example, the Spirit Stone conversion formation in Rune Technology is a stable equation for a transformed energy.

Zhang Feng knew these things, but he couldn't calculate them himself, so he would leave it to reality.

But as long as it could be achieved, then anywhere there was 'light,' he could absorb energy like Z1.

Including the radiation absorption devices on battleships, which could also be converted into energy this way.

At that time, as long as there were various radiations or light in a world.

And according to the energy equation, as long as this energy entered his body, it would become bioenergy.

Finally, bioenergy would become 'his own energy,' equivalent to having eaten a stomach full of food, capable of converting into overclocking and internal force.

Then, under the operation of Three-point Origin Severance Technique, all energy would be perfected.

He could even be regarded as a 'Pioneer brand, Super Z1 Humanoid Battery.'

Once this energy structure was established.

Problems like the lack of spiritual energy, and all energy-related issues.

Zhang Feng could quickly resolve them.

Including the current aging problem, which could also be quickly resolved.

Because this world has a sun, his 'photosynthesis' from basking in the sun is equivalent to absorbing spiritual energy.

Zhang Feng even calculated that it would only take a few minutes, even if it meant sacrificing six and a half days of a seven-day lifespan.

But as long as he overclocked and rapidly metabolized, gathering some vigorous energy, and then converting that vigorous energy into spiritual energy, as long as this spiritual energy was used in the only 'initial Visualization' to draw 'photosynthesis and energy conversion runes.'

Then all problems would be easily solved, because he could directly cultivate immortality.

And under the conversion of the runes, as long as the sun remained, spiritual energy would continuously pour into his body.

Unlike now, where his Spiritual Mind couldn't be activated, his brain was damaged, his three Dantians (upper, middle, lower) were basically aged, and his Eight Extraordinary Meridians were all in disarray.

He had high spiritual roots but could only slowly cultivate vigorous energy through medicine and weakly absorb spiritual energy to gradually improve his physique.

But it must be said, in this situation where several factors were interdependent and mutually reinforcing.

Perhaps it was too difficult, and too basic.

Zhang Feng also revisited his past medical knowledge and the basic body adjustment knowledge that he had almost forgotten.

Coupled with the 'mutual and complementary' nature of these factors, this also allowed Zhang Feng to further refine the framework of Three-point Origin Severance Technique.

Including his root bone and Martial Arts talent, both increased by '0.1'.

Zhang Feng vaguely felt that after this 'elderly decay' experience, the foundation of his knowledge structure was completely perfected.

Although this experience was too depressing.

But he, it seemed, had truly never experienced 'the sensation of recovery when life was about to end.'

...

The next day, the morning sun streamed in through the window.

Although there was no purple haze in this world.

Zhang Feng, however, rose from the bed with bright eyes.

His current physique was 【63】.

Foundation Establishment Completion, with one year of lifespan.

The reason his lifespan wasn't long was that his telomeres were gone; these were the last batch of cells.

The reason why previous Foundation Establishment could extend lifespan was that upon reaching Foundation Establishment Completion, all cells would alternately extend their metabolism.

But it was fine, one year, even if this body wasn't good, he should be able to cultivate enough physique for Golden Core.

'It's time to find Xuan Yun Sect.'

And just in case, Zhang Feng decided to find Xuan Yun Sect, to find his friend.

There were 'Longevity Pills' in this world.

Even if they weren't the telomere-lengthening kind, he could stroll around, see who had good luck, and greet them.

Perhaps he could even find some heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

His current Foundation Establishment Completion also filled Zhang Feng with confidence.

Afterward.

He packed his belongings and left the house.

Zhang Feng was no longer going to Qianlin Hall.

During the days he had been stationed at the medicine hall, Zhang Feng had left behind some medical insights, which would definitely repay the favor of the ginseng.

"Old man, up so early?"

At the same time, when the Grand Thief saw Zhang Feng come out with a backpack, he asked, then curiously said, "Where are you going?"

Zhang Feng ignored him, instead using the amplification of rule computing power to spread his Spiritual Sense for a mile.

The next second, within a one-mile radius, everyone's luck and good-and-evil were displayed.

But there was no trace of the two thieves from last night.

Did they see that the two of them were too poor, and decided to give up?

Zhang Feng felt this logic made sense.

After all, killing people in the city still carried some risk.

It wasn't worth it for two paupers.

"Old man?" The Grand Thief called out again when Zhang Feng ignored him.

"Oh." Zhang Feng finally looked at him, and having already reached Foundation Establishment, he directly stated honestly:

"What this old man said about a friend, indeed, I do have such a friend."

As Zhang Feng spoke, under the Grand Thief's bewildered gaze, he scanned the surroundings, "But my friend does not know I am in this city, and we two have no agreement whatsoever."

"You..." Hearing this, the Grand Thief's heart skipped a beat, but after Zhang Feng's long-term 'pie in the sky' promises and his own investment, he still smiled disbelievingly:

"Old man... don't make fun of me."

As he spoke, he even played the emotional card to Zhang Feng, "I have served you for many days and spent a lot of silver for you. Now you say these things, is it..."

"Indeed, I am making fun of you." Zhang Feng disliked stringing people along and said directly, "But if you have nothing to do and wish to accompany me to seek Xuan Yun Sect, perhaps I can take you along."

Zhang Feng wanted to keep his test subject; he didn't want to find a new one.

"What? You really are making fun of me?" The Grand Thief felt his head buzzing, anger beginning to brew, "And... and you want me to follow you to find the illusory Xuan Yun Sect?

Are you trying to... continue to order me around?"

"Precisely." Zhang Feng said what he meant, "What is your intention?"

"My... my intention?" The Grand Thief pointed at himself, then at Zhang Feng, "You still ask... you still dare to ask me... what my intention is?"

He was so angry now that he couldn't speak smoothly, sounding rather hysterical.

But Zhang Feng just looked at him calmly; hundreds of years of cultivation had given him a very good mindset.

Facing Zhang Feng's silent violence.

The Grand Thief instantly lost all hope.

At the same time, the rage in his heart could no longer be suppressed. Coupled with the accumulated resentment of many days, it finally transformed into the most ferocious palm strike of his life, directly aimed at Zhang Feng's head three meters away!

"Old geezer, die~!"

He roared as he unleashed his move. The long-standing resentment made neighbors and passersby outside the courtyard turn their heads, wondering what on earth was happening inside.

What kind of situation could make a person so angry? His voice was even hoarse and distorted from shouting.

And Zhang Feng, facing the approaching attack, lightly uttered a single word,

"Kowtow."

The next second, the Grand Thief, who was striking out in anger, felt an immense power emerge around his body.

Thud—

Without any power to resist, he was instantly pressed to the ground by this immense power, kneeling before Zhang Feng.

This bizarre scene instantly extinguished his anger, and his eyes fell into a momentary daze.

Until a few seconds later.

While still kneeling, he raised his hands high and performed a grand kowtow.

"This junior knows his mistake... I beg Senior for mercy..."

He spoke, practically weeping, and never imagined that a person who was about to die a few days ago would, overnight, become a terrifying cultivator at least in the Foundation Establishment stage?

This was simply too ridiculous, so much so that he felt he was dreaming at this moment, still asleep in his bed.

But facing the real cold touch of his forehead on the ground.

He knew this was real.

'I'm truly insane; I actually inadvertently tried to rob a Foundation Establishment cultivator...'

The Grand Thief's mind went blank from fright; he just kept kowtowing now.

At the same time, Zhang Feng saw his pleading expression and suddenly thought of the three major realms in the cultivation world: 'Ant, Fellow Daoist, Senior.'

The corresponding appellations were, 'Ant, die; Fellow Daoist, stay; Senior, spare my life.'

Now, after many days of arduous cultivation, he was greeted with the title of 'Senior.'

"Keeping your life still has some use."

Zhang Feng glanced at him, throwing the package in his hand to him, "Come with this old man, let's see if there's a place for this old man in the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains of this world."