CHAPTER 319: CHAPTER 137: TWENTY-FIVE YEARS, MASTERING THE IMMORTAL SKILL!_3

Zhang Feng is now expanding the water pool.

Because it not only affects the storage of Spiritual Power but also impacts his memory and thinking.

As long as he cultivates it to a high level, it can also drive the practice of other methods.

Zhang Feng always believes that, no matter what he practices, everything can breed understanding.

As long as he finds that key point, everything will improve as a whole.

For example, if there is some ’Water Ball Skill’ or similar Magic.

Zhang Feng feels that as long as he masters it, other water skills at the same level, like ’Water Sword Technique, Water Snake Skill’ would definitely be analyzed and mastered within minutes.

In Zhang Feng’s view, they are essentially all water, just in different forms.

Ever-changing, Zhang Feng is very familiar with it.

...

The ninth year of traveling.

Zhang Feng, with slightly graying temples, changed to another mountain for cultivation and swallowed a few Grain Avoidance Pills today.

After eating, Zhang Feng sat on the ground and then looked at the small bottle in his hand.

This feeling does bring a sense of freedom from cultivating in secluded mountains.

Except that the Grain Avoidance Pill is not an Immortal Technique medicine.

On the contrary, it is the kind from the force-transmitting world.

This is also why Zhang Feng spent the first seven years in this world planting medicine every day.

Besides practicing, he naturally analyzed part of this world’s medicinal nature and created the Grain Avoidance Pill and force-transmitting prescriptions.

Otherwise, without these.

Zhang Feng feels his current Constitution would be 1~2 points less.

But in the early stages, it might have been 10~15 points less.

Medicine is all about explosively enhancing Constitution in the early period, rapidly forming effective combat power.

But now, without super-high-standard medicine.

More practice methods are exerting strength, tempering the body.

Of course, this also requires medicine because those are all ’high-energy foods’ for him.

Especially through seven years of research.

Zhang Feng also has a deeper understanding of the ’connection’ between medicine and combat power.

And through farming and some testing, he also has some minor thoughts, feeling the real-world planting methods can be slightly optimized.

This is all experience from practice, after all, realistically, he has only been growing medicine for more than two years.

In this world, he has been growing for seven more years, gathering the experience of all human planting experts.

And thinking of this.

Zhang Feng has new plans.

’I’ve been out for nine years already, I don’t know how the village is doing.

And the village shouldn’t only focus on the basic task of the autumn harvest.

It’s best to train the village people from a young age in medicinal knowledge for their children.

Then practice in the field, maybe it will bring me new knowledge in the future.’

Thinking this, Zhang Feng is planning to return.

But then he thought that Pingping would definitely do this for the villagers.

So he decided not to return.

Anyway, in his task prompt, the autumn harvest has never stopped.

’Better to keep practicing, and in the process of cultivation, also go around provinces to see what is above force-transmitting, and if there are new prescriptions or new knowledge of medicines.

This is strength for me.

It’s also a great advancement for my reality base.’

Thinking this, Zhang Feng suddenly realized he had been away from human habitation for many years.

Now it seems almost the 1990s.

Then wait a few more years.

His current Constitution is [180]

Wait until it’s a round number, 200, to return.

After planning, Zhang Feng saw it was getting late, so he stopped thinking and fell asleep in the woodland.

The long outdoor life has brought Zhang Feng closer to nature.

Yet, thinking of nature reminds him of practice.

Zhang Feng suddenly got up and didn’t sleep, heading to Da Ling Mountain to take a look.

...

No results.

Zhang Feng walked nearly a thousand miles on foot and, after arriving at Da Ling Mountain, searched for half a year without finding any mouse holes.

It seems Lingshan Immortal has not started building yet.

Also, every world’s time differs.

Especially after contacting this Spiritual Qi practice, he knew that living past 180 years is not a problem.

So, in a short time, it’s hard to catch him.

...

’He currently obtained Martial Arts and Inner Strength.’

After finding nothing on the mountain, Zhang Feng sat under a big tree pondering,

’Given his Constitution at the time, it might have been about 100~110, but with Spiritual Qi enhancement, his Lightweight Skill is far superior to mine.

And now having acquired Martial Arts and Inner Strength, if he succeeds in learning, it should be about 130~140.

Just don’t know if he will still primarily cultivate Spiritual Power and practice something like Traveling with the Wind.

If so, mastering only this "art of escape" and nothing else, even if I see him within these years, it might be hard to catch him.’

Thinking again.

A fruit, ripe, suddenly fell from the tree.

Zhang Feng reached out, grabbed it, and brought it to his mouth.

’Although this journey yields nothing, there’s a fruit under the tree.’

Crunch—

Zhang Feng, while eating the fruit, walked toward the distance.

Just as he was eating, Zhang Feng looked at the fruit and was speechless,

’Damn, this fruit is poisonous, I was just distracted thinking and practicing, didn’t look carefully, but fortunately, I have Inner Strength and Spiritual Power for protection.

Since coming to this world, I began practicing various Martial Arts, and my body has long been different from ordinary people.

Its toxin could kill a cow, yet it can’t harm me at all.’

Zhang Feng kept thinking and continued eating.

...

In the blink of an eye, nearly nineteen years passed.

The thirty-fifth year in this world.

2005.

The outskirts of Daqing Mountain in Lin Province.

Zhang Feng cut his decades-long hair, and wore a large shirt and wide trousers bought from a village.

This outfit resembles workers in state-owned factories from previous years.

As for a hat, naturally ruined in decades of wind and frost, simply discarded.

Anyway, it can still be ’recreated’ in the real world.

And now, without wearing a hat, Zhang Feng’s Constitution reached [200]

His Spiritual Thought also reached the ’six’ paths he wanted.

Going further, Zhang Feng feels the ’seventh’ is hard to control, so right now he’s deepening these six paths.

Equivalent to expanding the water pool, stabilizing the water pool.

At this moment.

Zhang Feng walked to the outskirts of the forest, looked at the small dirt road ahead, and saw no cars or people around.

Seeing no one, Zhang Feng was also thinking about his Spiritual Thought.

’Currently, my one path of Spiritual Thought is about 0.19, combined six paths, it’s 1.15.

That’s a 15% increase in my memory.

It’s equivalent to a 15% increase in my learning speed.

If used for cultivation, it can also increase cultivation speed and the speed of deducing future paths by 15%.’

Zhang Feng is in a good mood, feeling that twenty-plus years of forest cultivation has been very rewarding.

Only that there’s no vehicle nearby, and walking to the nearby city is quite a distance.

After thinking, Zhang Feng didn’t wait and just walked ahead.

But along the way, he saw a clear stream.

Zhang Feng turned a corner, planning to drink some water first.

Coming to the stream.

Just as he was about to scoop the river water with his hands.

Zhang Feng suddenly looked at the dirt on the ground.

’Twenty-plus years of Spirit Cultivation, besides using it on myself, I’ve never applied it to external things.’

Thinking of this.

Zhang Feng gathered his Spiritual Thought together, pointed his palm at the ground below.

About half a meter distance in between.

Gradually, some soil lifted a little by an invisible air, roughly a half-bowl of dirt.

Under the manipulation of Spiritual Qi, the soil slowly changed, vaguely shaping like a bowl.

Zhang Feng, his spirits high, thought of the shape of the dirt bowl, and recalled the immortal from Journey to the West, involuntarily murmured,

’Transform!’

At the instant of this thought.

The pile of loose soil, suddenly burned by the hot Spiritual Qi, underwent slight material change, forming a solid, if not very nice-looking, dirt bowl.