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 dicinal herbs today. So he decided to negotiate with a bandit and began a second plan, borrowing the bandit's help,
"I plan to buy so 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 so dicines on paper. You help buy them.
When my friend arrives, I will have him cover the cost of the herbs."
'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 extrely displeased, even considering killing the old man with a single palm strike.
But Zhang Feng's deanor 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 co into contact with so people within the court, he knew Zhang Feng's performance, along with his natural movents, captured an essence that is difficult to portray unless one is from the court.
This forced him to ponder repeatedly.
"Help you buy dicine..." At this ti, 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 mont 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 so 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 refinent.
Like the Ling Dynasty spanning thousands of miles which only has twelve elusive cultivation sects.
Their thod of recruiting disciples isn't about opening the mountain gates for recruitnt, 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 ntioned 'Profound Cloud Sect,' ranked third in the court.
The bandit's expression improved again, even showing a flattering deanor.
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 ntioned in Zhang Feng's letter.
Since joining Profound Cloud Sect fifty years ago, he must at least be at the Foundation Establishnt stage, right?
But why hasn't there been contact for so long? Why is there only one letter?
The bandit found this matter sowhat puzzling.
So much so that he couldn't figure it out.
"Go buy the dicinal 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 'dinsion reduction strike,' completely using in-rule formulas to control this person.
It's also a kind of experintal live application.
But there are many loopholes, as humans are variables.
Maybe at any mont, he might 'enlighten.'
Enlightennt ans 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 imdiately, calling his na a few tis.
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 so precious thing? Is he really waiting for soone?
Yet within his bundle, there's no treasure…'
The more the bandit thought, the more confused he beca, 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 sothing he made up…
This…can't fathom, can't fathom, what secret is this old man hiding?'
The bandit pondered for quite so ti 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 dicine in the kitchen.
These dicines, he didn't understand.
Zhang Feng didn't bother to conceal it, brewing it openly.
Because they were rely ordinary Huajin prescriptions.
Zhang Feng was currently nourishing his body.
For a mont.
The early half of the night passed in the simple ti of Zhang Feng brewing dicine 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 dicine while resting and refined the dicinal energy within his body.
As the dicinal energy was transford into power, slightly resonating, he attempted to circulate it throughout his body, complenting biological technology's modification thods, nourishing, and repairing his frail body.
The remaining dicinal energy lingered around his internal organs, using inner strength and the 'Golden Core Life' cultivation thod of the middle Dantian. Following the five-elent 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 dicinal 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 sa ti.
The bandit seed asleep, yet his eyes kept glancing in this direction.
Yet, he saw no change in Zhang Feng, at most drinking dicine in the courtyard, gazing at the sky.
Looking like just an ordinary dying old man, hoping for so highly nutritious soup dicine to prolong his life.
This seed ridiculous to the bandit.
Because if such ordinary dicines 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 dicine to prolong his life.
Zhang Feng had already achieved a reversal of the five-elent philosophy, a sort of resurrection-like extension of life.
This subversion of normal human vital ethics was indeed an act against the heavens.
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