"If I could deeply understand the structure of the clay bowl, I could perhaps speed up a bit more.
Or, I could try to make the spiritual energy more intense and instantly fire it into a porcelain bowl."
Zhang Feng took the bowl floating in mid-air, drinking water while summarizing the gains and losses.
After drinking, the bowl did not turn back into mud.
Zhang Feng tucked it into his chest pocket and continued towards the direction of the city.
He arrived at an inn.
Having walked a long way, Zhang Feng had sorted out his thoughts on this heating and the bowl.
Ultimately, it was still the quality of his spiritual energy that was lacking, the quality of his spiritual thought was lacking.
If the current 1.15 spiritual thought could be transformed to 2.15.
Plus high-quality spiritual energy, or a massive compression of spiritual energy.
The temperature that would erupt should definitely be sufficient.
At that time, as soon as I use spiritual thought to hold up the earth, it would turn into a porcelain bowl.
This should be a kind of transformation technique of immortals."
If further understanding the differences between stone and gold, then turning stone into gold wouldn’t be a fantasy.
As for the other transformation of flesh and blood like "pointing to a deer and calling it a horse".
Zhang Feng felt it required understanding the different structures of two creatures and more detailed functional data.
As long as these could be understood, then at the moment of pointing, if it can be disassembled and reorganized instantly.
Then pointing to a deer and calling it a horse wouldn’t be a ghost tale.
Including ascending by riding on clouds, as long as the structure of clouds is understood, then use spiritual thought and energy to create a "cloud", that would be enough.
Or the distance for "controlling objects remotely" could be a bit further.
Then I could directly "grab" a piece of cloud down.
Zhang Feng felt this should be the way.
Lingshan Immortal was not speaking nonsense, because this could all be done.
It’s quite similar to performing surgery, just a bit more precise and needs to be completed instantly.
Indeed, Zhang Feng felt, he could also "reorganize" himself.
If he could reach the level of reorganizing himself, this might be the "Leap of Life" in the secret manual.
But compared to reorganizing himself.
Zhang Feng was more interested in gaining more of his "own body weight".
Transforming flesh and blood mass is also a kind of reorganization.
This way, even if someday he wants to become a huge monster, he would have "enough flesh" to support it.
Otherwise, a monster thousands of meters tall, but only weighing a few hundred pounds.
That density would be abnormal.
Zhang Feng was eating in the bun shop opposite the inn, while watching the street.
Now there were more cars, more bicycles, and occasionally you could see people with cell phones.
Indeed, he’s been in this world for thirty-five years.
This year, he seems to be sixty-five already?
Thinking of this, Zhang Feng suddenly came to his senses, stood up, and looked at himself in the mirror at the shop’s door.
He hadn’t paid attention before, but looking now, he seemed a bit like an old man already, with large patches of white hair on his head.
Also, there were some wrinkles on his face.
This was from thinking and staying up too often.
Though spiritual power and resonance could repair these.
But after looking at his own appearance, Zhang Feng felt it was fine and didn’t repair it.
The traces left by time are proof of natural change and also memory markers of his diligent learning.
Zhang Feng liked this experience.
"Grandpa... could you step aside, please?" A kid at the door timidly spoke up when he saw Zhang Feng blocking the doorway and looking in the mirror.
Because although Zhang Feng looked older, he had a somewhat stout physique.
Nearly 1.73 meters tall, with daily training in the mountains, feasting on large fish and various herbs.
Just a glance showed a bit of a powerful aura.
At least to this little kid, Zhang Feng seemed very tall and mighty.
"Am I blocking you?" Zhang Feng stepped aside for him and even patted the kid on the head.
The kid flinched after being patted, instinctively darting into the bun shop.
He thought Zhang Feng was a bad person.
His dad had told him, some people pat kids on the head, and then the kids follow them away.
Zhang Feng took a long-distance bus that did not require an ID card and headed towards the provincial capital.
Finding Martial Artists, it’s easier to get information in a large place.
He had spent the entire afternoon on the bus this way.
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Spiritual power, he had learned by now.
Growing up in this world was intended to be leisurely and relaxing.
So he was enjoying this relaxation.
Having trained hard for thirty-five years, it was time to give himself a mental break.
Otherwise, constantly focusing on six directions at once.
Although the Heart Demon Value did not increase quickly, the mental stress was unbearable.
Sitting in the back row, Zhang Feng glanced at a young passenger beside him.
He had some skills, nearly half an Eastern lightness skill.
Could be used for some amusement.
The reason for choosing this bus was to follow this thief here.
"Kid," Zhang Feng spoke rudely, leaving the thief dumbfounded with one sentence,
"Do you want to live, or do you want to die?"
"Me? Are you talking to me?" The thief stood up, though not as tall as Zhang Feng, but with martial skills in him, naturally had some courage, "You old bastard! Dare you say it again?"
"What’s wrong?" A middle-aged man sitting a bit further up, seeing his companion stand up, thought he had been caught red-handed and wanted to help him out.
"What’s happening back there?" The conductor, hearing the commotion in the back, also looked over.
Passengers in the bus who were enjoying the scenery or chatting turned their attention to Zhang Feng’s side.
"Stay calm." After arriving in the back, the middle-aged man grabbed the thief’s arm, signaling him not to act rashly.
"No, sir." The thief gave the middle-aged man a "no exposure" look and then lowered his voice in response, "This old man out of nowhere cursed me and asked if I want to live or die. Is he crazy?"