There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 621 - 236: Not Entirely Impossible

This led to the current state of the brain, which has reached a critical point where it must sleep.

Overall, it's groggy, with an indescribable itch.

"What brings you here now?" Zhang Feng knew that relying solely on himself, he couldn't buy the medicinal herbs today. So he decided to negotiate with a bandit and began a second plan, borrowing the bandit's help,

"I plan to buy some herbs for healing."

As Zhang Feng got off the carriage, he spoke decisively, exuding an air of an elite official, "I will list the properties of some medicines on paper. You help me buy them.

When my friend arrives, I will have him cover the cost of the herbs." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

'Buy herbs for you?' The bandit heard this old man not only making him travel with him but now treating him like a servant, using him bossily as though he were one?

To be honest, the bandit felt extremely displeased, even considering killing the old man with a single palm strike.

But Zhang Feng's demeanor of a high-ranking official, along with the ever-changing aura along the way, made him a bit uncertain.

Because no matter where you are, in performance studies, they say a second-rate actor, but a first-rate scholar.

Especially since the bandit had come into contact with some people within the court, he knew Zhang Feng's performance, along with his natural movements, captured an essence that is difficult to portray unless one is from the court.

This forced him to ponder repeatedly.

"Help you buy medicine..." At this time, his speech softened slightly, "Not impossible, but your friend is?"

He said this while casting an investigative gaze, observing every change in Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng, in a moment of desperation, finally revealed a yellowed letter from his bundle, a letter from fifty years ago, yet the faint ink was incredibly clear, as if freshly written.

Forming a stark contrast with the yellowed paper.

Upon closer inspection, the ink also had years of age.

'Covered by Spiritual Qi? Is it a cultivator's spiritual talisman?' The bandit had some knowledge, seeing this peculiar letter, he knew Zhang Feng's background was indeed not small.

Regardless of whether he was from the court, the fact that it was a cultivator's letter proved Zhang Feng definitely knew people in the cultivation world!

And in this world, although cultivators are not as abundant as in the Golden Core World, the court does not have many cultivators either.

But the overall quality of the cultivators is quite high, completely focusing on refinement.

Like the Ling Dynasty spanning thousands of miles which only has twelve elusive cultivation sects.

Their method of recruiting disciples isn't about opening the mountain gates for recruitment, but rather having the sect's disciples travel the world, bringing back those who have a heart for cultivation, or those with good aptitude.

This is also true for other court-associated cultivation sects.

They live like leisurely clouds and wild cranes, focused solely on cultivating in the deep mountains.

Not many cultivators involve themselves with the court and worldly affairs.

Similarly, upon seeing that Zhang Feng actually knew people from the cultivation world, and the first line of the letter mentioned 'Profound Cloud Sect,' ranked third in the court.

The bandit's expression improved again, even showing a flattering demeanor.

Knowing the sect that chased him like a stray dog, ranked at the bottom in this dynasty.

While the Profound Cloud Sect has a Nascent Soul in residence.

That's a 'True Man' who can move mountains and overturn seas!

But apart from this, he's also very concerned about the friend mentioned in Zhang Feng's letter.

Since joining Profound Cloud Sect fifty years ago, he must at least be at the Foundation Establishment stage, right?

But why hasn't there been contact for so long? Why is there only one letter?

The bandit found this matter somewhat puzzling.

So much so that he couldn't figure it out.

"Go buy the medicinal herbs."

Zhang Feng took back the letter, knowing full well the oddity.

But there was no better strategy.

As they say, if your own strength is inadequate, then relatively, saying too much results in mistakes, especially since the other party is also smart.

Zhang Feng never regards anyone as a fool, but with smart people, they like to overthink, so until his strength is up to par, he won't reveal everything, letting him think and guess more.

Though this doesn't apply to all smart people, it absolutely applies to him.

Zhang Feng had made the journey analyzing his every move, predicting his predictions.

This is personal causality-type formula.

Zhang Feng is now performing a 'dimension reduction strike,' completely using in-rule formulas to control this person.

It's also a kind of experimental live application.

But there are many loopholes, as humans are variables.

Maybe at any moment, he might 'enlighten.'

Enlightenment means breaking out of original thought patterns, escaping the causality formula he created.

...

Arriving at the town.

Perhaps Zhang Feng's formulas worked.

The bandit did not say much but used his own money to rent a small courtyard for Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng did not hold back his fatigue any longer, falling into sleep, trying to restore his spirit.

Even while sleeping, Zhang Feng was ready for any sudden awakening.

But.

The bandit took a look at Zhang Feng who fell asleep immediately, calling his name a few times.

Seeing there was no reaction from Zhang Feng.

He then pretended to cover him with a quilt, touching Zhang Feng's frail arm.

Finally.

He looked at Zhang Feng, obviously just an ordinary old gentleman nearing the end of his life. There was always a suspicion in his heart, feeling Zhang Feng was a bit odd.

Now, he didn't know Zhang Feng was bluffing.

If he knew this, knew he was being played, he'd probably be so enraged he'd pulverize Zhang Feng's bones to ashes.

But seeing Zhang Feng on the verge of death brought him more confusion.

'Seeing him close to death, especially, with people near the end, their words are kind.

Does he truly possess some precious thing? Is he really waiting for someone?

Yet within his bundle, there's no treasure…'

The more the bandit thought, the more confused he became, shaking his head,

'Well, he is almost dead anyway. Before he dies, I'll find another chance to ask…

The letter from Profound Cloud Sect, and his friend, shouldn't be something he made up…

This…can't fathom, can't fathom, what secret is this old man hiding?'

The bandit pondered for quite some time and couldn't figure it out.

Thus.

He finally chose to respect Zhang Feng and hurried to buy the herbs.

In the evening, he had purchased all the herbs Zhang Feng asked for, then watched as Zhang Feng, who had just woken up, brewed medicine in the kitchen.

These medicines, he didn't understand.

Zhang Feng didn't bother to conceal it, brewing it openly.

Because they were merely ordinary Huajin prescriptions.

Zhang Feng was currently nourishing his body.

For a moment.

The early half of the night passed in the simple time of Zhang Feng brewing medicine and occasionally coughing.

The bandit watched for a while and went to sleep, next to Zhang Feng's room.

After he left.

Zhang Feng sipped the medicine while resting and refined the medicinal energy within his body.

As the medicinal energy was transformed into power, slightly resonating, he attempted to circulate it throughout his body, complementing biological technology's modification methods, nourishing, and repairing his frail body.

The remaining medicinal energy lingered around his internal organs, using inner strength and the 'Golden Core Life' cultivation method of the middle Dantian. Following the five-element philosophy corresponding to the five organs, he attempted to gather a bit of Spiritual Qi.

With the influence of Spiritual Qi, the essence, energy, and spirit gradually integrated, allowing the mind to clear.

But most importantly, as two bowls of medicinal soup were finished.

After three hours.

The moon hung high in the sky.

Zhang Feng felt his constitution slowly improving.

The remaining six days also turned into nine days.

At the same time.

The bandit seemed asleep, yet his eyes kept glancing in this direction.

Yet, he saw no change in Zhang Feng, at most drinking medicine in the courtyard, gazing at the sky.

Looking like just an ordinary dying old man, hoping for some highly nutritious soup medicine to prolong his life.

This seemed ridiculous to the bandit.

Because if such ordinary medicines could extend life, everyone in the world would be longevity-prone.

'Life is ending, if heaven decides to take you, no one can stop it.' The bandit felt Zhang Feng was laughable as he thought more.

But in fact, within those short three hours.

During the bandit's incomprehensible observation, as he thought Zhang Feng was just wishfully drinking medicine to prolong his life.

Zhang Feng had already achieved a reversal of the five-element philosophy, a sort of resurrection-like extension of life.

This subversion of normal human vital ethics was indeed an act against the heavens.