CHAPTER 499: CHAPTER 196: I CAN FLY NOW!

"Besides, I am your child, he is just an outsider. His crying and wailing affected my cultivation. So what if I threw him out?

If the clan elder hadn’t found him back then, he would have starved to death long ago and never made it to the Zhang family.

Of course, I also know that you, Father, are not fond of him but want to use Zhang Feng’s matter as a pretext to teach me a lesson.

To let me understand that I need to think thrice before acting and not dispose of others’ lives lightly."

"Oh..." Family Head Zhang faced his child’s sophistry and was at a loss for words.

Because for every reason he gave, his child could present ten, all of which were sensible.

Although he knew his child’s mindset was utterly wrong, being too realistic and selfish, he couldn’t just slap his child to death, could he?

Not even talk about slapping to death, even just a beating.

He simply couldn’t bring himself to do it.

"With such a disposition, you’re bound to cause trouble for me sooner or later!"

Family Head Zhang now resorted to offering some appropriate guidance.

Moreover, although this brat was wild, he was indeed smart, only bullying those he could.

Unlike the usual playboys who would provoke just anyone.

But for Family Head Zhang, this bullying posed a problem, as one day it might provoke someone who seemed ordinary but was extraordinary in reality.

Sometimes, it’s such a dilemma. Family Head Zhang knew how to prevent it and the best course of action was to lock the child up, and all would be well.

Yet, as a father, he couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing.

Now, all he could do was pray that the great scholar he found could educate him well and not regularly hear ’the teacher says: please bring your parent’ upon returning home.

’More guards should be assigned to him.’

Family Head Zhang thought to himself, feeling that more people should keep an eye on him.

As for Zhang Feng’s matter,

in the end, he was but an outsider picked up.

For his child’s education, it was surely a minor issue.

"I will go speak with the clan elder."

Family Head Zhang rose from his chair, "You, too, should stand up, no need to kneel."

He continued, emphasizing, "A few days later, I will be going to Linzhou. During my absence, don’t provoke the clan elder and upset him.

He has quite some criticism regarding you throwing away Zhang Feng."

"Understood." The young master of the Zhang family nodded, chuckling and shaking his head, "I don’t think the clan elder cares about Zhang Feng, but rather he feels I’ve challenged his authority in the residence."

"Enough of that!" Family Head Zhang frowned and said, "After all, he is your third great uncle, my third uncle, and moreover, a cultivator at the Minor Achievement level of the Golden Core stage.

If it weren’t for me, even though you are of the Zhang family, just for this matter alone, he would have locked you up."

"Locked up." The young master laughed, "Father, I am of the Zhang family, with high talent. Even without you, he wouldn’t kill me.

All I need is to bide my time, and sooner or later, I will deal with him and repay the ’debt of dungeon confinement.’

Of course, this method is too sinister; it would be better to borrow a famous saying from the historical records, ’A gentleman takes revenge, even if it takes ten years’ of enduring humiliation and bearing burdens."

"Suit yourself." Actually, Family Head Zhang didn’t like his child scheming so sinisterly against family members, though he appreciated such cunning.

At least, after his five hundred years of life concludes, the child won’t suffer losses alone.

...

At night.

"Bastard!"

Again, in the secret chamber in the Zhang family’s rear courtyard,

the clan elder was angrily cursing.

Because after returning from the city today, he heard from the steward that the family head did not punish the young master.

This was undoubtedly undermining his authority.

As for Zhang Feng, he didn’t care, nor did the Zhang father and son.

The matter of Zhang Feng being thrown out was more a part of their Zhang family’s secret ’family power struggle.’

That was Zhang Feng’s purpose.

Moreover, in the subsequent decade or more,

they more or less forgot about Zhang Feng’s specific affairs, only knowing that there once was a picked-up infant, which was then thrown out again.

...

In the blink of an eye, the eighteenth year in this world arrived.

Apart from the initial few days, which were less than glamorous,

once he gathered Spiritual Qi, Zhang Feng began eating meat and cultivating stealthily in the mountains and forests.

Unbeknownst to him or perhaps under immense survival pressure,

Zhang Feng entered secluded martial training, and nearly nineteen years passed in the blink of an eye.

And on this day,

in the dense forests by the border,

where the air was good, and Spiritual Qi abundant,

Zhang Feng, draped in an animal hide, walked through the forests.

Walking and walking, when he saw a demon beast at the Qi Cultivation level flying overhead,

Zhang Feng lightly tapped his foot, and like a bird, leapt straight out from the forest, heading towards the demon beast!

"Splash!"

The demon beast, seeing Zhang Feng fly towards it, immediately attempted to flee.

But Zhang Feng, utilizing the Spiritual Qi to form wings and the airflow around him to adhere as closely as possible to aerodynamic principles, covered nearly three hundred meters per second, approaching the speed of sound.

At this terrifying speed—equivalent to about 1,080 kilometers per hour, far faster than a magnetic levitation train—

the demon beast hadn’t flapped its wings a few times yet.

Zhang Feng grabbed it with his large hand, dissipating its life force and feathers with Spiritual Qi, roasting it with fire-attributed Spiritual Qi.

In less than five seconds,

Zhang Feng was sitting in mid-air, casually taking cumin from his pocket to sprinkle on, and began eating this ’braised demon beast.’

None too soon, five years ago, Zhang Feng could fly.

Back then, his constitution was 70, with ten strands of Spiritual Thought, Foundation Establishment at Great Success, and a Spiritual Sense of 150 meters.

Currently, his constitution was 410, Foundation Establishment at Perfection, and a Spiritual Sense of 800 meters.

Although his constitution hadn’t improved much, his Spiritual Qi was ever growing powerful.

And this constitution, Zhang Feng deliberately suppressed it.

Because if it were higher, he would be too heavy to fly.

Similarly, Zhang Feng also knew why, in reality, he couldn’t fly.

In essence, he was too heavy,

with a constitution of 516 in reality, and a weight of about 1,000 catties, with such a solid form, created a huge gravitational pull.

He could indeed fly, and float, but needed to use Spiritual Thought to control the Spiritual Qi, then bear and control his own body.

Unintentionally, this reduced his final battle power.

What Zhang Feng considered was not flying but being dragged along.

Not like now, with a small amount of Spiritual Qi as wings, utilizing aerodynamic principles to achieve free flight.

And Zhang Feng was also refining his realm while refining his constitution.

Constantly exploring the balance point, ensuring that no matter the range of his constitution in the future, he could quickly achieve wind-riding ’step-air.’"

Wind-riding ’step-air’ is faster than traveling by land.

With his current speed, as long as his Spiritual Qi doesn’t deplete and he’s not fatigued,

in theory, he could circumnavigate the Earth in forty hours.

Zhang Feng felt that this was the level a 400 constitution should have.

Previously, he might have been training incorrectly.