There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 624 - 237: Rebirth Through Destruction (Part 3)

'How does this old man know so much?' The bandit was taken aback, not feeling that he had exposed anything.

He had just practiced a set of ordinary boxing in the courtyard, without causing any winds.

How did this old man come up with such a conclusion?

Could it be that he has seen through my identity as a notorious bandit?

The more the bandit thought about it, the more puzzled he became, and got caught up in a labyrinth of thoughts led by Zhang Feng's jumpy topics.

Moreover, what he was concerned about was being hunted down.

But before he could think more, before trying to walk away.

Zhang Feng quickly added as he shifted the topic: "You won't be short of money for sure.

Seeing as you have some grudges, when my friend arrives, maybe he can help you talk it out and dissolve this calamity.

The name of the Profound Cloud Sect should carry some weight in the court."

'Right, he's from the Profound Cloud Sect!' The bandit, upon hearing this, was suddenly freed from the maze, not bothering to find the real exit anymore.

Because Zhang Feng gave him the answer he wanted.

That was to resolve the pursuit against him.

This was also Zhang Feng's causal logic, directly giving the desired 'effect', while also planting the effect he wanted.

Therefore, his personal cause was largely within controllable bounds.

Of course, to an outsider, Zhang Feng now seemed completely like a character in a TV drama who, after being 'rescued', instead of being grateful, turns around and behaves with an aristocratic distaste.

Saying things like casually helping out, and assuming this entitles him to dictate what others should do.

To good people, this is naturally improper.

But to this bandit, it was extremely fitting.

Because he really fell for it.

"Alright, alright..." The bandit, upon hearing Zhang Feng painting a rosy picture, although not understanding the concept, hurried off to buy medicine and food again.

From start to finish, he was deceived by this prospect, never realizing that Zhang Feng had no way to contact the Profound Cloud Sect.

Zhang Feng watched him leave, feeling a sigh of relief in his heart.

Once again, he had tricked him, and this time even deeper, with a bigger lie.

But watching him busy working hurriedly.

Zhang Feng couldn't help but marvel, 'Painting a rosy picture is indeed the primary productive force.'

At least it can hold things steady for a few days.

When he's about to wise up, another story can begin.

...

In the following two days.

The bandit was enticed by the rosy picture, buying medicine and food every day,

truly like he had become Zhang Feng's servant.

Zhang Feng didn't say much more, just practiced, rested after practice, then practiced again after resting.

Nothing else had any meaning, saying more would have no meaning either.

Because he would find it out himself over time.

But this was also a kind of fuse.

For these two nights, when the bandit watched Zhang Feng brewing medicine, he would sometimes ask indirectly, trying to learn more about Zhang Feng and the Profound Cloud Sect.

Zhang Feng, as he intended, didn't say anything, just silently brewed medicine.

The bandit was fooled by Zhang Feng, asking only a few questions each day before stopping.

Yet over time, the number of questions added up.

...

On the fifth night.

During another session of medicine brewing.

Zhang Feng's Constitution had reached 15.6, with a life span of twenty-two days. Although the vitality was still rapidly depleting, his lungs were much better.

At least there was no feeling of chest tightness.

But the muffled cough was still there, and more severe, due to the persistent inflammation of the trachea and tonsils.

During these days, the smoke he inhaled had to pass through his throat, where the smoke-borne viruses exacerbated the conditions.

Therefore, Zhang Feng decided to protect his trachea, using his currently thin Inner Strength to maintain it each time he exhaled smoke. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Ignoring the tonsils and such for now.

If it hurts, it hurts, if it's uncomfortable, it's uncomfortable.

Zhang Feng had no intention to maintain them, as every bit of Inner Strength and Spiritual Qi had its own use.

First strengthening the internal organs and meridians to then generate more 'qi' was the primary task.

Other things can be supplemented slowly over time.

Considering this, Zhang Feng looked at the small courtyard again.

The bandit was posing in a stance for strengthening the body, refining his strength with Spiritual Qi.

This was a proper form of 'external training', which wouldn't automatically mobilize Spiritual Qi.

Mostly, as he practiced according to the Cultivation Technique, when his muscles stretched to a certain state, the Spiritual Qi would automatically attach to his body, strengthening his Constitution.

Consider it a small auxiliary system.

Zhang Feng observed for a few days and mostly learned it, choosing to integrate it into himself, gaining whatever enhancement it brought.

'Who knows how long I can keep fooling this bandit.'

Zhang Feng spared him a few glances, then looked over to the pot on the stove.

If all went well, after the bandit finished training, he would likely come to sound him out again.

As Zhang Feng anticipated.

About ten minutes later.

After finishing his exercise, the bandit also turned his gaze to Zhang Feng who was brewing medicine.

'Is it my illusion, or is this old man's health indeed slightly better?'

He looked at Zhang Feng, maybe it was under the light of the fire, he thought Zhang Feng's complexion seemed somewhat good?

But with Zhang Feng occasionally coughing heavily.

In the bandit's view, this old man still seemed to be struggling to survive.

'He can't die too soon, if he dies too soon, if he dies here, when the people from the Profound Cloud Sect arrive, I might not be able to explain.'

The bandit thought, turning to his own matters,

'Moreover, this old man is supposed to have his friend help clear things up, the Daoists from the Profound Cloud Sect are all reputed for their virtue and morals, they value emotions and righteousness, keeping their word.

This shouldn't be a deception.

But… it has been five days…

Especially considering that letter was from fifty years ago…'

The bandit squinted his eyes slightly, feeling both assured and uncertain.

Amidst complicated emotions.

He stepped forward a few steps, entering the kitchen, coming to Zhang Feng's side,

"Old man, when is your friend arriving?"

"I have already said." Zhang Feng continued brewing the medicine, appearing calm and natural, but was making it up, "My dear friend and I agreed to meet here after fifty years.

A few years ago, I also encountered a member of the Profound Cloud Sect, who told me that my dear friend is already an outer sect steward.

That member was entrusted by my dear friend to remind me not to forget the appointment."

Zhang Feng said, glancing at him,

"Don't overthink, just practice your martial arts."