CHAPTER 540: CHAPTER 321: THIS IS A USER MANUAL FROM THE FUTURE_2

Wasn’t I just delivering this?

Looking at the densely packed words in his hand, Jiang Feng’s copying slowed down, only sighing.

The way he held the pen was completely different from people of this era. They all used the brush-holding posture, only he made a steel pen himself. While he could use a brush, privately using this method was clearly more efficient.

Moreover...

Can a brush write in foreign languages?

Nowadays, he can battle those masters for several hours, almost entirely relying on the traits brought by the Violet Firmament Sword Technique, conserving Spiritual Energy wherever possible. When his Spiritual Energy was about to be depleted, he would activate the Demon Heart Technique for endurance, complementing each other, which was already his limit.

Even so, he could only withstand several hours at most.

Sounds long, after all, sparring between fellow disciples lasts at most an hour, but the problem is, sparring and going all out are two different things.

Sparring between disciples usually involves probing with a few moves, then going all out. If the desired effect is achieved or you gain the upper hand, it basically means you’ve won most of the fight. If the opponent cannot break your moves, they will basically choose to concede, as it’s only a sparring match.

But going all out is not like that.

Not to mention top fighters, even with his current realm at the Core Formation Stage, when battling those at the Peak of Core Formation, probing each other takes an hour. Only after determining their approach and moves dare one go all out; a single mistake could cost one’s life, and care cannot be sloppy.

Xuan Yinzi is considered easy, after all, coming from a privileged lifestyle, he is cumbersome but not truly difficult to handle; in Jiang Feng’s words, he’s just not that smart.

The one who truly affects Jiang Feng mentally, or rather makes him start introspecting, has to be Jin Shan.

That demon monk, though not adept at combat, is not dumb; he sets up a scheme in advance to lure the enemy out, then uses souls collected within the Buddhist Bell to wear down one’s will and stamina, reserving moves to wait until his fellows step in.

Not until the rescue arrives does he truly exert his strength, immediately refining countless infants cut from pregnant women’s bellies, forcibly breaking through his realm, to summon the highest power of the Buddhist Magic Treasure in his hand, to put it bluntly.

Had it not been for that Serpent showing up last minute, this book would have concluded right there, demonstrating the textbook method of utilizing realm and Magic Treasure superiority.

This applies even to the battle between Jiang Feng and the little princess; it was considered textbook.

In terms of Sword Dao and close-quarters combat, Liang Yu is definitely superior. Her talent is enough to make Liu Tangxi envious, especially with her masterful use of the paired swords, not giving Jiang Feng the slightest chance to use Daoist Skills throughout the entire process.

She is very classically one of those who have battled opponents of higher realms countless times, possessing a very standard procedure; knowing her melee advantage, she gives no chance to distance oneself, sticking the whole way through, and finally dying with regrets.

Unfamiliar with her moves, Jiang Feng suffered greatly, initially suppressed by a little girl, even angering him.

Initially unconvinced, he couldn’t believe a sword fight with a little girl was going against him? His temper flared, intending to steel himself and match against her, but after a couple of blows, he suddenly became clear-headed.

Knowing his realm was higher, possessing superior Daoist Skills, he shouldn’t engage in the most foolish way; hence he sought opportunities to use firearms and forced his opponent to retreat, thus creating distance.

During that battle, Liu Tangxi was present, idly sitting on a bamboo pole, carving her junior’s name on a token. When she sensed the distance widening between the two, she knew this battle had concluded.

The junior wasn’t too foolish.

In her view, her junior might not boast top-tier talent, but his thinking was clear, always calm, knowing what he should do.

The reality was such; when distance allowed Jiang Feng room to deploy his strategies, the whole battle almost became one-sided, using his realm lead and stronger physique to continuously pressure Liang Yu into forced errors, eventually taking the victory.

This approach is the right one.

Imagine if Xuan Yinzi was not intellectually hindered; knowing his realm and cultivation lead, during combat he would conserve Spiritual Energy heavily. Not moving unless attacked with Daoist Skill, dodging and maneuvering with you.

Just dragging it out, exhausting for several hours, waiting until you’re drained then employing Earth Rank Daoist Skills, with the Magic Treasure untouched, kept as a trump card. Thus, even if you activate the Demon Heart Technique or wield your firearm, I still have methods to counter.

If truly like this, Mr. Jiang likely doesn’t know how many times he’d have died already.

"What is this thing, a manual?"

Forcing the irritation in his heart down.

Every character written with the simple steel pen required dipping into the nearby ink, somewhat tedious but something ingrained cannot change quickly.

He had already transcribed most of the bamboo scroll’s content, where the engraved characters were crooked, with errors like "T" becoming "卜," "L" with no distinction between upper and lower case, but he was someone who had at least studied foreign languages.

Though decades had passed, the engraved memories from years of morning and evening self-study still vividly remained.

Noting questionable points down, then patching based on his rough vocabulary, making sentences as coherent and smooth as possible. In the end, surprisingly piecing together a manual!

"What the heck is this."

"Usage manual, first, thank you for using our company’s product, this series utilizes advanced modern control theory, adopting microchip insertion into the body to link neurons for control, please pay attention when using for the first time..."

"The rest are various requirements to receive specific professional training, to undergo certain training, which can be understood, but is too abstract, not even revealing the product it is referring to."

"Chip? Implant? Neurons? Slightly too advanced; I recall someone researching these in my days, but couldn’t widely apply them, more of a concept."

"Aren’t we in the Cultivation World, how can such things appear, yet the guess might be true, the transmigrators likely aren’t limited to me alone, but now it seems there’s a time axis difference?"

"For example, what I find is dated New Calendar 1556, my junior sister told me this thing was passed down thousands of years ago, meaning his era is the Old Calendar, by now even finding his grave is unlikely."

"If he’s still alive, likely sitting atop the Cultivation World by now; the first implies a second, who knows how other transmigrators view us fellow sufferers, as brethren or...?"

"Do they see us as a threat to their dominion?"

"After all, someone wielding far superior products to this age is enough to make him a Saint, but as soon as second, third, countless others arise, can he maintain his position?"

"Another possibility being he’s already deceased; even with cultivation, even grasping future technology, bodily aging is inevitable, otherwise there wouldn’t be such an unresolved issue in the Cultivation World for thousands of years."

"Leaving some relics for us later generations to complete certain tasks? Or is it intentionally releasing information, a fishing enforcement, once someone comprehends, proving transmigrator status, then gets eliminated, preserving his sovereign rule?"

"Ahhhh! It’s so annoying."

Forcefully pulling at his hair.

Recently things have piled up; reading the bamboo scroll’s message nearly fried his CPU, but suddenly a cool voice came from behind.

"Junior, why is your method of entering madness different from others?"