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Chapter 35 - Chapter 31: Civilization in Hiding, Hairline-Woven Pants

They secretly rejoiced, thanks to the mercy of this foreign god.

"Do you still have any questions?"

Fu Qingjun sat high and asked, "If there are no doubts, then this lecture ends here. Whether the living beings of this world, the reincarnated humans, can rise, depends on you all."

At this time, Odyssey slowly stood up and said, "The three paths of medicine, weaponry, and mechanics: the path of medicine is vast and profound, focusing on the fundamental principles of life structures. The path of weaponry, although simple to forge, is incredibly complex in its application. Just after a brief introduction, it feels like its changes far exceed countless times those of claws, with moves like thrusting, stabbing, chopping..."

"Only mechanics, I understood the principle of this crossbow arrow and the spring's mechanism, could it be that the path of mechanics is just this simple?"

Fu Qingjun immediately chuckled, "At first glance, the other two paths are profound, but only the path of 'mechanics' reveals no depth. It holds endless possibilities; a mortal body, with powerless muscles and bones, can also slaughter the Upper God!"

"Kill, kill God?" Odyssey stammered.

A mortal with no cultivation can master the path of mechanics and still slay the Upper God?

Mortal slaughtering the divine.

Is this... some kind of joke?

Their minds were already blank.

All the Grandmasters widened their eyes, swallowing hard, their expressions extremely horrified, and their hearts ignited with endless fear.

Fu Qingjun just smiled and said, "You can study it all yourselves."

He said no more, leaving behind the shocked beings of the earth, and quickly departed.

The seed of civilization has been planted; whether it blooms or bears fruit and in which direction it develops is their own matter.

After all, these demon-like, muscular Grandmasters are so formidable, with strong recovery capabilities, they should be able to handle it. Besides, it was unexpected that after feeding them for just over four days, they became this fierce.

"Once they finish forging weapons for me, there will be no worries... in a few more days, as the nuclear radiation dissipates a bit more, I plan to send them to the hell's instance, to explore Earth's apocalyptic ruins."

After all, there must always be sacrifices.

If no one sacrifices, if no lives are risked to explore the future, to explore the unknown and the mysterious, there will be no information or intelligence, and thus no future.

Fu Qingjun had long planned this.

He had come to this world for a few days, constantly developing ants, researching his special abilities, thinking about what role he could play.

He always thought about the future of humanity.

Earth had become ruins. In just half a day, humans were forced to use their strongest weapons; although called the strongest weapons, everyone knew they were akin to mutual destruction.

And that ship, perhaps some mysterious high-civilization relic from a parallel Earth, escaped here, and while we were destroyed, it accidentally brought me to this world?

In other words, the ship is fleeing wildly?

Every Earth in the Parallel Cosmos is facing destruction!

This world may seem safe, but perhaps in a decade or hundred years, it might end up the same as ours...

The future trend is similar. The era of cold weapons and martial arts declines, technology rises, and then develops into nuclear peace weapons, and then are used.

Following this reasoning, the extinction of every parallel world's humanity on Earth... death is unavoidable, it's just a matter of sequence.

The pressure in his heart was enormous!

Parallel worlds, black holes, cosmic space-time traversal... These remained hypotheses by human scientists and in future science fiction films, yet surprisingly, they truly appeared.

"In other words, I need to find a way, although it seems impractical... but I still have to try to resist that unknown terrifying cosmic disaster, what kind of mysterious enemy could it be, aliens? Natural disasters? Human calamity?"

Fu Qingjun took a deep breath and looked at the ants on the table, "I need to find a way... even if creating and developing a new civilization of my own, to destroy the existing civilization."

"Even if I must create another disaster, just to resist the current disaster."

"Ant exploration team, advance!"

"Write hymns for humanity's future!"

....

The sky gradually brightened.

Three centuries passed in one night, fulfilling enough, deploying the Ant-Man Race, imparting knowledge into them.

Basic infrastructure projects have been completed, stabilized for a few days, just waiting for them to explore the ruins world on the other side.

Fu Qingjun was still looking forward to it.

On the bed, he gently opened his eyes, feeling incredibly refreshed all over, "It seems, after a night, my exhausted body had a good sleep, and has fully recovered, filled with energy."

He stood up, washed his face, brushed his teeth, gargling and spitting out water, then began to cook,

"Iron sheets, copper sheets, no problem there; pots and pans aplenty, but the rubber bands... I'd have to trouble the little trumpet to get them, but it's not troublesome... and by the way, also gather a batch of embroidery needles for sewing, to serve as arrows for firing, see if they can make precise mechanical matchbox-sized Torrential Rain Pear Blossom Needle, super rapid-fire."

After all, every tall building starts from the ground.

This primitive and crude tribal Demon Country civilization also needs to develop bit by bit... at the very least, they should protect their own safety in this barbaric civilization!

I am clear that I am quite weak.

And this is Fu Qingjun's most ideal weapon.

A matchbox-shaped hidden weapon, too small and precise, but for these ants, it poses no problem at all.

"Make over a hundred matchboxes, tucked all over the body, a gentle pull of the hair and they fire simultaneously, the enemy seeing me must fear my Iron Wire Fist, known for righteousness and loyalty in the martial arts world, but wouldn't think I would attack first, possessing Torrential Rain Pear Blossom Needle, before knowing what happened, instantly becoming a beehive..."

Fu Qingjun felt it should be enough to deal with some not-so-strong martial artists; with such sturdy muscles, shooting at the eyes, nose, ears, and lower body could also cause fatal injuries.

After eating and drinking his fill, he began stance practice, cultivating the Sun Holy Scripture.

Whew!!!

His breath was long, and he closed his eyes slightly in a half-squat posture.

All his muscles trembled and linked subtly, his spine, lumbar vertebrae, abdomen, calves, arms... Hot sweat soon oozed out, pouring like rain.

"Cultivating martial arts in this world is not a day's work, it's still too slow."

According to conventional martial arts practice, his bone age has already settled, making it nearly impossible to practice martial arts any further, even entry-level is difficult.

But Fu Qingjun's body was somewhat unique, still possessing great potential.

He speculated that it was because his soul was still growing, leading to his body evolving as well, growing into some kind of special creature, with physical development not entirely fixed.

Fu Qingjun had read that family-transmitted Iron Wire Fist manual, very detailed,

"Besides the bone age issue, it's the stances where the tactile aspect enters tranquility."

"Very complex, divided into nine stages, starting with the chest muscles, abdominal muscles, waist muscles... Each stage increases control over muscle tremors everywhere on the body, until reaching the perfect ninth stage, stance exercises stand up, and all major muscle groups tremble, without a muscle blind spot..."

"During the tremor, the body feels hot hot hot! Like a muscle furnace!"

"This reaches the Great Perfection of the Muscle Weight Realm, muscle weight meaning being able to perfectly control, oneself able to weigh the total muscle mass..."

Whoosh!!

Fu Qingjun's expression was solemn, with his breath sinking to the dantian, sweating profusely, sweat slipping down from his abundant hair mass onto the ground, like rain spreading with a dark sunflower,

"For other martial arts prodigies, no matter how talented, I'm afraid it would take three to four months just to initially grasp the simplest arm, leg, and foot muscle tremor frequencies... But my body control in this regard is already perfect."

Simultaneously trembling all his muscles!

His soul was terrifyingly large, possessing micro-level control and perception over his body, clearly, he was uniquely advantaged in cultivating the first realm!

However, martial arts require accumulative practice day by day.

No matter if he could simultaneously cultivate all muscle groups, without needing individual perception and guidance, truly mastering the Muscle Weight Realm and entering the Bone Realm was not something achievable in a short time.

Based on the current situation, at least a month is needed, which is already a ridiculously rapid speed.

"However, the martial arts of this world are somewhat terrifying!"

"Such an exaggerated first realm, perfectly mastering the power and flow of life muscles, perhaps this 'muscle weight' realm includes the muscle control levels of explosive power, hidden power, transformation power in our national martial arts... Just this realm already reaches the peak of ancient transmitted martial arts from our world."

He stood for a few minutes, drenched in sweat, and couldn't stand steady any longer before stopping the stance practice.

He then began refining the spiritual aspect of the Sun Holy Scripture.

He felt it was indeed useful.

The degree of control over Spiritual Power significantly increased, becoming intricate and fine, and recently, his control over hair had become much more adept.

For instance, he wove his hair into a black mesh garment, beneath which he could bulge devilish arm and abdominal muscles, giving a very fierce appearance.

"I've also become a muscular devil, powerfully robust, seemingly weighing hundreds of pounds!"

Fu Qingjun looked in the mirror, slowly raising his arm,

Wearing a garment of black mesh stockings muscles that conveyed an extremely violent streamlined aesthetic, angular, like countless roots intertwined, veins bulging,hair simulating muscle movement, raising arms, bending waist, without any incongruity... This requires a deep understanding of muscles, so his study of human anatomy had its use." He adjusted the presentation of muscles.

It's just that the muscles can't be touched because they only appear firm.

"But the muscles of the legs are a bit troublesome."

"Currently, my lower body looks like that of a muscular bear man, standing on two bean sprout legs."

Fu Qingjun pondered, "Wait, can I cut my hair and weave it into a separate pair of pants, then use hair like a plug to connect to the end of the trouser threads for control?"

He suddenly got excited.

He hurriedly used his own hair to quickly weave a black-haired puppet doll in the air, then cut it.

Then he let a strand of hair flutter and slowly connect to the thread end of the black puppet doll on the table.

Instantly, he felt a mystical sensation, like his energy connected to wiring conduits, and he controlled the black puppet!

"It's useful!"

Fu Qingjun laughed heartily, "This is practically a Puppet Master! My hair is woven into clothing, puppets, curtains, and as long as it connects back to my hair, I can inject energy to activate and control them again...."

This approach has too many possibilities!

"First, a pair of hair-woven pants."

Fu Qingjun initially felt disgusted but didn't mind his own hair anymore.

After all, many clothes are animal products, wool, goose down, silk, isn't it wearing animal fur then?

He quickly wove a pair of black woven pants, incredibly exquisite, surprisingly resembling loose flared denim pants.

He formed a strand of hair into a belt, fiercely tugging the waistband, causing the entire black woven jeans to ripple softly like waves, forming muscular shapes.

Whoosh!

Like ocean tides with strong aesthetics.

Boom! Fu Qingjun's black mesh muscles twisted like inflated balloons, rapidly expanding into a massive black demon muscle giant, exuding a fierce aura.

"It's done!"

Fu Qingjun felt refreshed, this was incredibly cool!

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