Chapter 157: Skill Library Overflow, Secret Scheming

Feng Mu withdrew his train of thought and glanced at the System Template.

Strength: 9.8 (3.8+6.0)

Agility: 6.8 (4.5+2.3)

Constitution: 6.4 (2.7+3.7)

Spirit: 1.9 (1.4+0.5)

Folding...

General Skill Slot:

Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art·Third Unraveling (1/10000)

Seven Killing Fist·Limit Break (Soul Funeral)

Seven Killing Fist·Blood Flesh Second Solution·Middle Level (21/2500)

Seven Killing Fist·Blood Flesh Third Solution·Middle Level (1/2500)

Folding...

General Skill Points: 3

Remaining General Skill Proficiency: 3730

Secret Arts: Tongue Root Death Curse lv1, Marry Death Twins lv1, Agent's Grace lv1, Blood Bar Ghost Eye lv1

Remaining Special Skill Points: 2

"It takes 10,000 proficiency points to push 【Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art】 to the Four Solutions Stage, and I still haven't met the prerequisite condition for triggering the breakthrough bottleneck."

"Still short 6,270 proficiency points!"

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the Alarm Clock on Chuang Tou, the hands just pointing to two in the morning.

The courtyard was empty and silent; apparently Senior Brother and Senior Sister had already entered Dreamland.

Hong Ya's dogged perseverance in training lasted only one whole day, and then tonight, due to Feng Mu's absence, she seized the chance to relax, enjoyed a night of TV drama time, and afterward sank contentedly into Dreamland.

"Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters are a bit lax in their training," Feng Mu thought to himself.

He was different; now that his Explosive Liver Crazy Postnatal Saint Body was complete, he was like those muscle tyrants at the Gym—if he didn't train himself to death for a day, he felt listless all over.

Even though today he had undertaken a major action, even snatching Head Kills and so on...

But these were merely little interludes in his cultivation journey, like curing Liver before cooking to add flavor.

Only true cultivation—the "Explosive Liver" process—was his indispensable main meal every day.

Feng Mu walked into the courtyard and stood in the familiar spot.

Tonight he had no intention of cultivating other arts, but was determined to specialize in Turtle Shell Skin Changing Technique.

This art was another optional path to advancing Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art to the Three Solutions State.

Now that he had already crossed the Threshold of the Three Solutions State, returning to cultivate this art, he suddenly felt its difficulty plummet instantly, with the ease of already having the answer and reverse-engineering the test questions.

【You are fully immersed in the profound cultivation of martial arts.】

【With the further improvement of Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art and the significant enhancement of your Constitution, you have initially grasped the essence of Turtle Shell Skin Changing Technique.】

【Turtle Shell Skin Changing Technique Initial Stage (1/1000)】

【Ghost Armor Skin Changing Technique Blood Flesh Third Solution Initial Stage (1/1000)】

Two brand-new skill icons appeared one after another.

Feng Mu rested briefly, narrowed his eyes, and discovered a major problem he had almost overlooked.

"Turtle Shell Skin Changing Technique is born as the Third Solution State, without generating the preceding Second Solution State?"

"Thinking about it, Seven Killing Fist, Soul Chasing Step, Forest Finger—all were born as Second Solution States, collectively missing a First Solution State."

"This is because when I first cultivated Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art, I directly piled up proficiency and broke through to the Second Solution State."

Feng Mu furrowed his brow, sparks of thought flickering in his eyes; after a moment, his face showed an expression of sudden enlightenment:

"I see. Skills cultivated from Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art have an initial level directly corresponding to the Solution State I have reached; once generated, they cannot be traced back to previous Solution States."

"It's like theoretically nine fetuses should all be complete, but in reality, earlier fetuses may die directly in the womb. And the number of these dead fetuses is determined by the Solution State level I reached when cultivating Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art."

Life is like an unknown script, full of dramatic twists; you never know whether a miracle will arrive first or an Accident will come unexpectedly.

Feng Mu felt a slight regret in his heart, but he did not feel Anger or Frustration because of it; instead, he accepted the result with a peaceful mindset.

For the subsequent cultivation of Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art, he already had a clearer plan in his heart:

"I will still give Full Effort to raise the art level as quickly as possible, but while advancing rapidly, I also need to cultivate and generate as many skill icons as possible during low Solution State stages, to enrich the low Solution State skill library."

"Next, I need to select a few skills for specialized cultivation to guarantee Real-time Combat Power, while other skills can be set aside, used to brush up quantity."

"Thus, when the day of Nine Solutions arrives, all skills in the skill library can erupt together and soar to the sky, truly achieving accumulation and breakthrough, perhaps even helping me ascend to immortality on the spot?!!"

Feng Mu decided his future cultivation approach tonight, slightly calmed his restless Imagination, drank a sip of Latte to steady his nerves.

Then he resumed throwing himself into the boring cultivation.

【【You are immersed in selfless cultivation!】

【Seven Killing Fist Blood Flesh Third Solution Proficiency increased by 8 points.】

【Seven Killing Fist Blood Flesh Second Solution Proficiency also increased by 8 points.】

【Soul Chasing Step·Blood Flesh Third Solution Proficiency increased by 5 points.】

【Soul Chasing Step·Blood Flesh Second Solution Proficiency increased by 5 points.】

【...】

Two hours passed in an instant.

Feng Mu stopped normal cultivation, switched to the Imagination cultivation segment of manipulating Chopsticks, hoping today's luck would help him draw an SSR skill card.

Failure!

Feng Mu sighed, gathered the Chopsticks scattered all over the floor, and went back to his Room to sleep.

He did not notice that on the closed panel, at the very bottom of the Skill Column, a blurry icon faintly flickered once, then disappeared.

In the early hours of Tuesday, April 19th, the lingering darkness of night and the reverberation of clamor still remained.

Li Shang sat on the sofa in the corner, his face the color of the Upper City's butt after lights out, gloomy and heavy.

On his left cheek, a vivid five-finger palm print was as striking as a brand, proclaiming the abuse he had suffered at the Special Commissioner's place not long ago.

He gulped down a large mouthful of liquor in one go; the pungent liquid slashed across his throat like flame, stimulating his breathing into rapid, low gasps.

Alcohol burned inside his body, as if wanting to ignite the pent-up anger in his heart all together.

Chang Erbing sat down right next to Li Shang, his complexion equally ugly to the extreme, jaws clenched tight, every word seeming squeezed out from between his teeth: "The Special Commissioner is truly bullying people too much; this is clearly pushing our Patrol Bureau onto a dead end."

Ma Bin across from them maintained silence, offering no verbal comfort, merely silently picking up the wine bottle and continuously refilling the two men's cups.

Li Shang raised his head; his eyeballs were filled with bloodshot veins, glaring at Ma Bin, his gaze like a wolf in deep winter, cold and full of murderous intent: "Those few people you mentioned for transfer, they can be sent to No. 2 Prison within these two days."

Pausing a moment, Li Shang added: "Also, that proposal you brought up last time, I now feel it's time to properly plan it out."

Ma Bin did not respond immediately; he slowly placed the wine bottle back on the table, stayed silent for a long while, then let out a deep sigh.

He took out a photo from his bosom and handed it to Li Shang; in the photo, a middle-aged man wore gold-rimmed glasses, his features gentle and refined, giving an amiable, approachable feeling.

"Hou Wendong, 33 years old. Though he is merely a Secretary, his influence cannot be underestimated. Once something happens to him, certain Executive Officials or Councilors in the Nine District Executive Government will definitely make a move."

Ma Bin's voice was low, his expression apprehensive as he said,

"At that time, someone will inevitably pressure the Patrol Bureau. As long as Captain Li leads the brothers to take over this case, there will naturally be reason to shake off those tasks assigned by the Special Commissioner."

Ma Bin paused slightly, brows tightly knit, as if his heart was still in fierce struggle.

His voice became somewhat hesitant, advising: "But this matter is equally perilous, one could even say the danger level is even greater. After all, once a kidnapping of an official is exposed, then..."

Ma Bin took a deep breath, his hand on the photo shrinking back timidly, as if regretting and wanting to take the photo back, worried: "Too dangerous, Captain Li, why don't we think of other ways instead?"

(End of Chapter)