When he got home, Zhang Fusheng was still somewhat in a daze.
No matter what, he couldn't associate [Taoism], [The Three Pristine Ones] with the evil cult and Evil God.
Reincarnated for eighteen years, this was the first time he heard about matters from his past life, or should I say... gods?
"Evil God."
Zhang Fusheng murmured to himself.
Is this Three Pristine Ones the same as that Three Pristine Ones?
If it is...
"I also want to become a cultist!"
He turned on the computer, instinctively wanting to search for the Three Pristine Ones and Taoism, but forcibly stopped this impulse.
"Since the Federation is so stringent in guarding against this, unwilling to even release the names of the deities or gods, there must be a reason. Maybe there's a sensitive word mechanism in place..."
He shut down the computer, pacing back and forth, gradually calming his chaotic thoughts.
"These matters are still far from me, better not to think about them for now, and focus on the primary task instead."
Zhang Fusheng took out a piece of white paper, scribbling and sketching on it, contemplating the next transaction target, since Contracts have a 'cool down', it's obviously better to complete transactions as soon as possible.
"Chen Nuanyu's talent? For now, I have no clue how to make her agree to a transaction... besides, I can't defeat her, the risk is too high."
"There are countless people like Uncle Wang, but the problem is, Uncle Wang is familiar with me and relatively unguarded, which is why the transaction can go so smoothly, where could I find another target?"
After pondering for a while, Zhang Fusheng wrote down the word 'hospital'.
"People in suffering are more likely to reach a deal—there are the most unfortunate people in hospitals, and also those who are in the greatest despair."
The comprehensive hospital of the Seventh District was a few kilometers away, but it wasn't the first choice, Zhang Fusheng's first choice was an oncology specialist hospital located in the Eighth District.
Those who suffer from cancer.
"The target must have decades of cultivation experience; the progress of cultivation doesn't matter, I can buy his 'cultivation time'."
"Contemplation Techniques are greater than Breathing Techniques, which are greater than other skills; I currently don't have a real cultivation technique, so this part can be ignored for now."
"As for talent?"
After a moment of reflection, Zhang Fusheng shook his head, truly talented people, how could they lie idly waiting to die in the cancer hospital of the Eighth District?
"It's two o'clock in the afternoon right now, just in time to first use those fifty years of Breathing Technique cultivation time, and then make a trip to the cancer hospital... in the evening, return to the clinic to hand in the prescribed money."
After planning a day's itinerary, Zhang Fusheng opened the home safe, took out the handgun hidden by his father, tucked it in his waistband, and then sat down cross-legged.
"Contract, give me a boost!"
'Boom!!'
Uncle Wang's fifty-one years of Breathing Technique cultivation time suddenly melded with Zhang Fusheng,
[In the first year, thanks to my Great Success in White Bone Observation, my progress in the Spring Thunder Technique was swift]
[In the fourth year, I cultivated the Spring Thunder Technique to Minor Achievement, the continuous rumble of muscles and bones was unending, but the weakness of my root bone was ultimately exposed, and I could no longer advance]
[In the fifth year, an idea flashed upon me, but it was not clear]
[In the sixth year, amidst the repeated rumbling of muscles and bones, it seemed that some of my congested meridians were shaken open]
[In the seventh year, I hit a bottleneck]
[In the nineteenth year, the slight thunder in my body grew louder, my meridians were completely cleared, the root bone was improved, indeed the Spring Thunder Technique can enhance one's aptitude]
[In the twenty-second year, during the deep winter, I saw a lightning bolt streak across the sky, all things revived, as spring arrived, I seemed to have an epiphany]
[In the twenty-third year, in an otherwise unremarkable cultivation session, I opened my mouth and unleashed the roar of the Spring Thunder, successfully breaking through to Great Success in the Spring Thunder Technique]
[In the twenty-fourth year, although the Spring Thunder Technique can only be cultivated to Great Success, I was not deterred, trying to cultivate at the path's end]
[In the twenty-fifth year, I gained nothing]
[In the twenty-sixth year, I gained nothing]
Zhang Fusheng digested the newly acquired memories, feeling somewhat helpless, as Chen Yuque had once said, the White Bone Observation can be cultivated all the way to Breaking Limit,
the Spring Thunder Technique can be cultivated only to Great Success, and lacks Perfection or Breaking Limit tiers.
What a pity.
[In the twenty-seventh year, I gained nothing]
[In the twenty-eighth year, I gained nothing]
......
[In the forty-ninth year, like before, I awaited the first thunder of spring, each year, I only had this single chance to observe the first thunder of early spring]
[It was an otherwise unremarkable day, thunderbolts flashed, piercing through heavy clouds, sunlight poured through the resulting breaches, spreading layer upon layer across the entire world, the scene looked as if the Spring Thunder had torn open a Celestial Gate]
[I was entranced]
[In the fiftieth year, I seemed to have truly found a direction to blaze a new trail]
[In the fifty-first year, I tried to seal the rumbling thunder of muscle and bone within my body, the more I accumulated, the more fierce it became, one by one the rumbles of muscle and bone entwined into a real thunderclap, and then were released with a roar]
[The thunder reverberated within my body]
[I stood at the end of the Spring Thunder Technique path, but took half a step forward]
[I succeeded]
The memory of fifty-one years of cultivating the Spring Thunder Technique was exceptionally clear in Zhang Fusheng's mind, as if he truly had arduously trained in the Breathing Technique for fifty-one years.
The moment he opened his eyes.
'Rumble Rumble Rumble!'
Zhang Fusheng exhaled a foul breath, ejecting a thunder sound; though far from a true celestial thunder, it was nevertheless deafening.
He clearly perceived that his congested meridians were instantly cleared, and his blood flow became smooth again, with each breath resulting in a thunderous rumble of muscles and bones,
and these rumbles were implicit and unmanifested, accumulating within his body, the subtle rumbles eventually coalescing into one, and then erupting with a tremendous blast.
'Boom! Crack!'
The thunder sound gushed out through every pore and nostril.
This time, it resembled a celestial thunderstrike from the heavens!
As if, for fifty-one years, he had witnessed the first thunderous sound of early spring!
The enormous booming resonated in the living room, shattering cups and mirrors into pieces, the sound of Spring Thunder breaking the window, reaching further out.
"Ouch!" Next door, Uncle Wang, who was blissfully sensing the Mysterious Factor, was startled by the thunder and jumped,
an elderly person in the neighborhood glanced up at the clear sky:
"A bolt from the blue? It's going to rain, it's going to rain!"
This summer rain always arrives without warning, once the thunder sounds, the rain follows quickly.
Pedestrians hurriedly made their way home.
In the room where the window glass was shattered to pieces.
Zhang Fusheng still sat quietly cross-legged, unmoving.
From the thirty-six thousand pores all over his body, a faint black substance was seeping out—the old filth within his body, either in the viscera or clinging to the bones,
at this moment, it was all shaken loose by that one holler of thunder!
"Spring Thunder Technique... Minor Perfection?"
He had merely taken half a step beyond the end, so it was only Minor Perfection; if he had taken a full step, that would have been the true [Perfection] level.
He exhaled a clear breath, murmuring to himself:
"The road has grown longer..."
The vast Mysterious Factor converged within, surging, and had long since, with that sound of Spring Thunder, been shaken into the skin and membranes.
In a brief moment, he had gained five hundred pounds of strength.
The first refinement of the martial artist was completed.
Outside the window, drizzling rain began to fall.