There's something wrong with me

'Ghost?'

Zhang Feng became interested.

Regarding the legends of this 'ghost', I've only ever heard of them, but I truly don't know what form ghosts exist in.

If it's truly a 'spiritual structure', then perhaps there could be a breakthrough in neurology.

"Let's go take a look tonight."

Zhang Feng immediately finalized the plan and looked at the Daoren nearby who was listening with his ears perked up,

"You two probably saw me arrive and therefore wanted to drag that 'ghost' out?"

"That's right."

The Daoren didn't reply, but Lin Daoyou frankly said, "Our strength is low, and taking turns to search, we couldn't find the ghost's whereabouts.

Now that we see Dao Brother has arrived, we had a little idea."

Even when they were searching for the ghost during this time, one would cautiously search while the other stayed behind in the small house.

To avoid being absent when Zhang Feng came looking.

But precisely because only one person went to work and was very careful, the progress was slow.

However, they didn't say these things.

However, Zhang Feng could roughly figure it out with a little thought.

Long life experience, coupled with analysis of behavior and micro-expressions, allowed Zhang Feng to see through some basic thoughts of ordinary people.

But he usually didn't want to use it.

But he happened to see through their thoughts.

Zhang Feng was actually quite speechless.

Because their long-distance outing like this, although at night, still had the possibility of exposure.

It counted as violating his instruction to only let them stay in the city, and also violated their previous solemn promise to wait for him together.

However, there was a ghost outside, and they were righteous individuals, so they couldn't just pretend not to see it.

In case it was an evil ghost, and innocent people were injured because of their caution, they would feel bad about it.

This is righteousness; many things they do go against common sense, logic, and their own interests, but they just foolishly do them.

They are a group of people whose actions are very contradictory.

If we were to meticulously label them with data.

Then they shouldn't be considered as having one character setting, but rather their main settings are 'justice' and 'correct values'.

Their secondary settings are 'a bit cautious' and also afraid of death.

Then there are more little thoughts of normal people.

Overall, they are not pure enough.

Unlike himself, who is now single-mindedly focused on learning, with everything aimed at learning, so progress is naturally fast.

Zhang Feng liked his singular personality, unlike the people he met, who were all multifaceted.

Their minds are not pure enough.

Of course, there are also pure ones, like Ling Shan Great Immortal and Chen Genius.

Not only are their talents terrifying, but their mentalities are also very terrifying.

People centered around one goal like this make extremely fast progress.

Similarly.

Zhang Feng not only learned their knowledge but was also deliberately 'imitating' their mentalities.

But as he learned, his inner demons also grew higher and higher.

Zhang Feng also suddenly discovered something.

People with pure mentalities, people with singular personalities, might seem single-minded, and can even be described in one sentence in some biographies, but when truly applied to reality, they are actually the hardest to learn.

Because humans themselves are multifaceted.

...

Leaving the bungalow.

On the way back to the inn.

Zhang Feng was still pondering this philosophical question, which was also a disguised study of the inner demon problem.

Using stones from other mountains to polish one's own jade has always been Zhang Feng's main direction of progress.

It and 'drawing inferences about other cases from one instance' are similar and also multiplicative.

However, in Zhang Feng's learning system, 'stones from other mountains' is a method, a research ideology.

Drawing inferences about other cases from one instance, on the other hand, is his 'active skill'.

For example, Martial Arts and medicine.

As long as he first uses the method of 'using stones from other mountains to polish one's own jade' to find the connection point, then he can use the ability to draw inferences about other cases from one instance from his memory bank.

Zhang Feng had now sorted this matter out clearly.

Pondering, he arrived outside the inn.

Peng Ge saw the two Daoren Zhang Feng brought and didn't ask much.

The old cultivator and the man naturally wouldn't ask more.

"Let's go."

Zhang Feng looked at them and instructed, "Who knows people in Qing City? See if you can mobilize some manpower."

Whether there was someone behind the 'ghost'.

Zhang Feng didn't know, so for safety and convenience, he would definitely use whatever resources were available and directly set up firearms.

Moreover, adding a few dozen people on a small scale wouldn't be a problem.

Even though General Hang had just experienced a 'backstab', he should be reassured about him.

Because his strength had already been displayed, he should understand that if he truly wanted to kill him, then having a few dozen more guns or a few dozen fewer guns wouldn't make much difference.

But if there were a bit more, it would arouse suspicion.

Zhang Feng had finally endured for two years and carved out a 'learning safe point', and now he wanted to stay for a while longer.

...

Evening.

A small village near Qing City, three hundred li away.

This place was located near a forest, and most of the local residents made a living by hunting and gathering medicinal herbs.

The richness of spirit qi allowed the forest to grow lushly, supporting some animals and also some medicinal herbs.

Coupled with the fact that most people in this world have good physiques, hunting and gathering are also commonplace here.

As a result, with Qing City being close to the forest and relying on the mountain, the local people's lives were relatively better.

But in this village.

They still used old-fashioned oil lamps, and there were no power lines laid nearby.

Overall, life was similar to an ancient village, with only occasional bicycles passing by, as well as some cigarette boxes and burnt matches.

Proving that this village was not ancient.

And now.

A cultivator, heavily wrapped, was walking within the small village.

His hand was constantly spinning gently, as if controlling something.

His strange attire also caused the children playing in the village to look over from time to time.

'Tender skin and flesh, excellent material...'

The cultivator was also observing these children,

'Unfortunately, the ghost slave I'm raising hasn't developed sentience yet and is easily dispersed by the vital energy of living people.

There are too many people here now, making it difficult to act.

Otherwise, even if I risked being wanted in this area, I would still take these excellent blood sacrifices.'

The cultivator looked at these little children, lamenting inwardly.

And with a slight movement of his palm, a black mist invisible to the human eye swirled within the bark bag on his back.

This bag was specially made by him, using a type of Yin Evil Wood.

This wood grows in mass graves and has the effect of nurturing and gathering evil energy.

Otherwise, his 'black mist' would be scattered upon being shone upon by the sun.

This black mist is the 'ghost'.

At the same time.

Just as he was sighing inwardly with regret and continuing to walk forward.

Rustle, rustle, a crowd of government soldiers suddenly ran from the village entrance ahead.

And behind him, rows of government soldiers also ran over.

'What's going on?' He saw this scene, and upon seeing gun barrels pointed at him, he suddenly froze.

Rustle—

At this moment.

The government soldiers surrounding him also parted to create an opening.

Zhang Feng looked at the evil energy remaining in the air while also looking at the surrounded cultivator.

The Yin-Yang Eye's tracking ability was indeed useful.

His whereabouts were determined dozens of li away.

But it was also because this ghost was too powerful; the evil energy left behind wherever it went lingered for a long time.

As for this ghost.

Zhang Feng glanced at his cloth bag.

It seemed to be condensed from the evil energy of dozens of corpses and could be considered a type of 'aggregate ghost creature'.

Upon seeing this ghost, Zhang Feng also felt that 'ghosts' should be the condensation of evil energy after a person dies, along with their own spirit.

Then, as it gradually and unconsciously gathered evil energy, this spirit revived, finally forming a ghost.

Of course, this was also a possibility.

Perhaps in other high-level worlds, people are nourished by spirit qi more, or perhaps there are rules of City Gods and the Underworld, causing 'ghosts' to form directly after the physical body dies and evil energy is generated.

"Who are you?"

Just as Zhang Feng was thinking, this person suddenly spoke, his tone barely hiding his fear.

After all, with over a hundred guns pointed around, anyone would panic.

Zhang Feng, however, was very direct. From a distance of over ten meters, he asked him, "Take out your cultivation method."

'What does this person mean?' The cultivator completely didn't understand, but in order to survive, he also took out a secret manual he carried with him, or rather, a collection of insights.

Still keeping his distance, he directly threw it over.

This person was quite straightforward.

Zhang Feng received the thrown secret manual from a distance.

Opening it, he quickly scanned through.

It truly contained methods for 'spiritual' control, or rather, methods for communicating with ghost creatures.

However, there were writings and drawings on it, showing that this person only had a partial understanding.

But the methods for cultivating the spirit within were truly inspired.

This person actually had some skill in cultivation and could be called a prodigy.

"Remove your cloth hat." Zhang Feng ordered the person to remove his disguise while looking at the book, wanting to recognize his appearance.

He complied, not daring to make the slightest rash move.

Because Zhang Feng's ability to grasp objects from a distance with apparent ease, coupled with the obvious intention of coming for him.

He knew he had encountered a master.

Being targeted by such a master skilled in 'tracking' was even more terrifying than being surrounded by a hundred guns.

With a hundred guns, if he was lucky enough to escape, he could live.

If targeted by a master, there was only waiting for death.

But as he took off his cloth hat.

"His appearance... seems to be... the murderer wanted by Liang Province?"

Two government soldiers recognized him.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Feng also looked up and found it was an acquaintance.

It was that 'Corpse Refining Evil Cultivator' from the Great Ocean World.

He didn't expect him to be in this world too, and still following the path of Evil Cultivation.

No wonder his aptitude was so high.

So it was a professional match.

Originally, Zhang Feng thought he was a new prodigy.

However, his creative talent was far inferior compared to zuoshangke and the others.

Nonetheless, being able to research and develop a divine and strange spell could also be considered a prodigy.

Then, with acquaintances meeting, there wasn't much to say.

Zhang Feng liked to be direct and asked, "Just one question, is there anything else not written in the book?"

"It's all written..." He nodded in a hurry.

Whoosh—

Zhang Feng said nothing, his Inner Force rolled up a small stone, which then pierced his arm like a bullet.

"Did you write everything?"

"Wr... wrote it..." He clutched his arm, speaking in terror.

Although the surrounding soldiers had witnessed torture and forced confessions, seeing such a decisive scene still made their scalps tingle.

The nearby commoners had already retreated far away as soon as the soldiers appeared.

Lin Daoyou and the others, seeing the expert act like this, secretly clicked their tongues,庆幸自己以前幸好没得罪.

Otherwise, they might not have been spared this feeling of despair where 'life and death are not their own'.

"It's good that you wrote it."

Zhang Feng nodded, looked at the man begging for mercy, and then at the surrounding gunmen.

"Since he's a wanted criminal, kill him."

...

The body, battered beyond recognition, was handed over to the local government, closing the case from the other province.

As for the ghost, it hadn't fully formed yet. Controlling it with spirit energy and putting it into the fire pit was enough to make it disappear.

Things that were extremely difficult for Lin Daoyou and the others, people who were hard to find, and ghosts that they didn't know how to deal with.

For Zhang Feng, it was just searching, finding, killing, burning, and it was over.

Of course, if he weren't in a hurry to learn this ghost-raising method from him.

Zhang Feng would have liked to chat with him more.

But now, he already knew how to control beasts and had researched deeply into Spiritual Mind.

Looking at the half-understood notes he had and his weak spirit energy.

Zhang Feng didn't want to say much more.

...

That night.

Back at the General's residence.

In the bedroom.

Zhang Feng sat at the table, first putting aside his research on various stings, and instead began studying this 'ghost-raising' path.

After reading everything.

Zhang Feng pondered carefully and found that this concept was actually similar to some methods of beast control, but it involved more refinement and research on the mental aspect than beast control.

For example, how to achieve 'mental fluctuation'?

And how to control the ghost entity one created by emitting mental fluctuations?

He thought for a long time.

He also researched for a long time and activated the memory storm, searching through all his knowledge.

Zhang Feng felt that this should be a kind of 'frequency matching' in a spiritual sense, or rather, a 'spiritual connection'.

So, could the Superconducting frequency modulation in Martial Arts be used for this kind of connection?

Regarding the question of whether Spiritual Mind could be frequency modulated, Zhang Feng had previously managed to make the 'Qi' he released carry partial Superconducting fluctuations and some control.

But now it was the mind (Spiritual Mind), so vibrating it might not feel good.

Thus, the decisive Zhang Feng felt that it was better to try than to think more.

Then, he vibrated his Spiritual Mind.

Zhang Feng felt a dizzy spell and immediately slumped onto the table.

When he opened his eyes again.

The sky outside was bright.

Zhang Feng realized he had fallen asleep.

This was quite good, a nice way to sleep, it just left his head spinning after waking up.

Zhang Feng knew this was because he had injured his Spiritual Mind.

After all, Spiritual Mind was a concrete manifestation, a stable spirit cultivating structure, and related to the mind.

With this vibration.

Zhang Feng had actually been prepared for 'death'.

Because he now had 5 resurrection chances, he wasn't very afraid.

But this attempt didn't result in death, only a mild aftereffect that could be repaired in four or five days.

Zhang Feng suddenly had an idea and decided to slowly Superconducting his Spiritual Mind to find that 'unique mental channel'.

Theoretically, as long as that channel was found, a mental link could be achieved.

Although everyone's mind might be different, and the required resonance amplitude might also differ.

For example, he might need to vibrate 2.7 times per second to connect with Green Mountain, 1.3 times to connect with the General, and 3.5 times to connect with Lin Daoyou.

But as long as the structure is found first, allowing oneself to become a 'signal tower' that can be tuned at any time.

Then real-time communication and reception could be achieved.

Zhang Feng thought it should be possible.

And he knew both methods of Spiritual Mind and Superconducting.

Now, the task was to figure out the prototype of the signal tower.

This prototype could also use the 1.7-stroke earth wall spell.

Although it was a destructive spell, fundamentally, it was a stable spirit energy structure.

It was also a 'spell' he had figured out.

A spell specifically researched for testing balance.

Overall, it was also like 'a wall', looking very thick and stable.

Zhang Feng had also basically grasped the reason for the balance within it.

Then, using this balanced structure as a prototype.

This way, when Spiritual Mind is Superconducting, it can stabilize at a frequency, forming a stable signal device similar to an electrical network (spirit energy structure).

Zhang Feng had studied electricity, instrument assembly, and signal theory.

Now it was time for practice, centering on the 1.7 strokes and creating it with Spiritual Mind.

It could also be initially named the '1.7 Network' version.

Having finalized the plan blueprint.

Zhang Feng also found a piece of paper and a pen and began to write furiously, drawing the prototype.

Since his head was too dizzy to test immediately, he would make slight adjustments based on the drawn form and then experiment.

Although it wasn't as good as direct testing and didn't provide direct data feedback, it was still a small optimization.

Of course, this was also a form of data calculation. Our country's box was calculated stroke by stroke on paper by researchers.

It was entirely done by human brains.

...

Five days later.

Everyone at the General's residence felt that the expert had 'gone mad'.

Because when they brought food, they saw the room filled with calculation drafts.

They couldn't understand the strange symbols on them at all.

Even when Lin Daoyou and others occasionally visited, they couldn't understand.

Even if researchers from this world came, they still wouldn't understand.

Because Zhang Feng's method of calculation was not equations, nor spirit artifact structures, but a kind of 'leap algorithm'.

For example, 0.5+1+1+1+1=4.5

There are 5 processes and a final result.

Zhang Feng, however, would write 1.5+2=, and then stop.

Completely nonsensical.

This was because Zhang Feng was adding in a completely leapfrog manner, and he knew the final result halfway through the calculation, so he didn't continue.

This was Zhang Feng's memory storm; his whole person had become a human computer.

But compared to the Superconducting quantum computing building, it was a world of difference.

For example, the previous Ling Stone formula, if Zhang Feng used his current computing power and the same knowledge to deduce the final formula.

This might take tens of millions of years.

But with a 'Superconducting Quantum Computing Building', it would take at most five hundred years.

Previously, the global calculation took over two years, with computing power roughly equivalent to five thousand ordinary computing buildings.

The current building has twenty times the computing power of before.

However, the building also has an absolute disadvantage: it cannot calculate if the various parameters are insufficient.

This is where it cannot compare to human creativity.

The building is more for optimizing and innovating on existing foundations, but it cannot directly create objects with parameters that it has no record of.

Zhang Feng was learning more and more now, and he could point directly to the Great Dao, using a simpler analogy for this creativity.

It's like giving a computer addition rules and asking it to calculate 1+2+3...+9999999, and the computer can give the answer in a second.

But if you ask it to calculate 1-1, it immediately gives a program error.

Similarly.

Zhang Feng was currently looking for 'new rules', general rules about neurology and spirit energy structures.

However, it was too difficult.

Zhang Feng would get dizzy every five days, wake up, and calculate.

He calculated for over half a year and still completely failed to understand this 1.7 network.

He even considered giving up for a time, planning to try again when he had more knowledge to break through.

But in his heart.

Zhang Feng also understood that his current knowledge was actually enough; what was missing was practice, just that final step.

It was also like a free lottery with a guaranteed big prize.

As long as you keep drawing, when all the results are drawn, the guaranteed prize will definitely appear.

The question was just whether it appeared early or late.

Zhang Feng even knew its parameters and final effect, just like our country knew the parameters and appearance of the box before it existed.

Now, the only thing missing was reverse-engineering its process, the final proof in the search for truth.

...

Another year passed.

Autumn came again.

This was Zhang Feng's fourth year in this world.

Lin Daoyou and the other person had also integrated here, and in these nearly two years, they also knew that their Dao Brother was contemplating an unbelievable spell.

Similar to 'mind communication'.

It meant that two people wouldn't speak, but their voices would appear in each other's minds.

They thought this was too outrageous, and even the cultivators in the mansion, as well as the General and others, also thought this was too outrageous.

Although there were cultivators in this world, they only used spells with excellent destructive power.

And since they were born in this world, they felt these spells were quite normal.

But this 'Spiritual Mind transmission', that was a legend from the records of gods and ghosts.

It completely didn't conform to reality.

It was all nonsense made up by storytellers.

And on this day.

While everyone was practicing spells and chatting in the courtyard.

The door to the study in the courtyard opened.

Zhang Feng walked out from it, looked at Lin Daoyou and the others who were watching, made no movement, but his words strangely appeared in their minds.

"Everyone, I've comprehended it."

Crash—

The General's teacup fell to the ground, and everyone looked at Zhang Feng in shock.

The mythical legend from the records of gods and ghosts, had Zhang Feng achieved it?

Their expressions were full of disbelief, but the voice that appeared in their minds also told them that all of this was true, and they had no choice but to believe it.

"Spirit-Ghost Transmission?"

"Is he still... human?"

'Senior Zhang... is he not going to cultivate into an immortal...?'

Everyone was dumbfounded, but then their expressions changed to one of greater reverence.