Chapter 271: This Really Turned Into Sharingan?!!

Looking at the prompt box popping up on his retina, a thread of strangeness rose in Feng Mu's heart.

"Copy + Dynamic Vision + Magatama? It's looking more and more like that pair of evil eyes in anime."

Feng Mu cursed inwardly, he tilted his head up and glanced at the massive shadow blocking out the sky.

If it weren't for this world being unable to see the sky, he would almost have thought that above the sky, in the darkness, a pair of invisible eyes was silently weaving his fate trajectory.

Suddenly, a strong desire surged from the bottom of Feng Mu's heart; he wanted to immediately go to Upper City and take a look.

Just one glance, take a look

He wanted to see if there was a towering divine tree reaching the horizon in Upper City, and at the cloud-top peak above that divine tree, whether the moonlight's radiance was still normal?

Buzz buzz buzz—

A vibration sound came from his phone, interrupting Feng Mu's reverie drifting toward the sky.

He lowered his head to look at his phone; coincidentally, the caller displayed on the screen was Mother Wang Xiuli.

Those who understand understand, Sharingan + blood relative equals what, right?

Feng Mu didn't answer the phone for a long time; today fate had given him too many revelations, he needed to catch his breath.

Waiting for the call to hang up, a text message came through on the phone — Your dad's been discharged, come home this weekend and let's eat a meal together?

A bewitching luster flickered in Feng Mu's pupils; he didn't reply to the text, but put the phone back in his pocket, then took a deep, greedy breath, and silently recited: "Copy!"

【You copied an ability — Dynamic Capture lv3.】

This ability originated from the electronic eye implanted in Cheng Gao's body, but Feng Mu's pupils had not undergone any technological modification; logically speaking, he did not possess the soil to copy this type of ability.

But the system is just this unreasonable, directly copying the electronic eye's ability from the rules.

Thus, Feng Mu's pupils underwent another subtle and mysterious change; when two magatama slowly rotated within them, it seemed as if a dim, gloomy light was inhaling and exhaling, heart-palpitating to behold.

Feng Mu flung his hand, the petrified heart fell to the ground, shattering into ash and merging with the mechanical wreckage.

Feng Mu quickly left the alley; at the same time, a battle summary report emerged on his retina:

【You experienced a thrilling fierce battle.】

【Your martial arts cultivation has obtained a significant increase.】

【Soul Chasing Step·Blood Flesh Second Stage Proficiency +178】

【Soul Chasing Step·Blood Flesh Third Stage Proficiency +178】

【Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art·Third Unraveling Proficiency +49】

【…….】

Looking at the rows of martial arts proficiency increases, more or less, on his retina, Feng Mu realized clearly:

"One fierce battle, martial arts proficiency growth is many times faster than bitter closed-door training; that's right, real combat is the best test and tempering for martial arts."

Feng Mu's gaze slowly slid over the battle summary on his retina; every reward was like a unique delicacy, recording the nutrients he had drawn from death.

【You activated Feast.】

【You sampled a Blood Bag.】

【Blood Bag quality: rough taste, rich nutrition.】

【You reluctantly swallowed this Blood Bag, converting out 40 days of Life Essence.】

【You extracted the Resentment from the blood.】

【The E Iron stored in your body digested significantly↑】

【Current E Iron Consumption Rate increased to 8.1%, body reserves decreased to 0.3%.】

【You permanently convinced an opponent of yours, your power permanently increased by 0.01!】

Deep, gloomy light inhaled and exhaled in Feng Mu's eyes; a feeling of 'who else but me' surged in his heart:

"No one in this world understands the value of death better than I do!"

Feng Mu felt this situation before him was very much like a dish from his previous life's memory — one chicken, two eats, meaning taking different parts of a chicken and processing them with different cooking methods for consumption.

But slightly different was that his cooking technique was obviously more superb; this was one chicken four eats, or five eats, or six eats, impossible to count, simply impossible to count.

【Your Culinary Art gained a massive increase…..】

By the time Feng Mu walked out of the alley, the battle summary and reward pop-ups on his retina had also finished broadcasting; the whole person's system panel froze and became:

Name: Feng Mu

Game Inheritance Degree: 12%

HP: 【965/1147】

Strength: 24.2 (10.5+13.7)

Agility: 7.3 (4.5+2.8)

Constitution: 8.4 (2.7+5.7)

Spirit: 9.1 (1.4+7.7)

Remaining Attribute Points: 2

Iron Eater: Second Stage

Already Absorbed Metal Characteristic Slot: 【Plastic Embryo (Green)】

Absorbable Metal Characteristic Slots: 1

【Current Consumption Column: 【Yin Sha Nine Nether E Iron (Consumption Rate 8.1/100%, Reserves 0.3%.)】

General Skill Column:

Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art·Third Unraveling (74/10000)

Crane Claw Technique·Breaking Limit (Virtual Claw)

Heart Crushing Palm·Perfection

Basic Fist Technique·Perfection

Basic Leg Technique · Perfection

Seven Killing Fist · Limit Break (Soul Funeral)

Seven Killing Fist · Flesh Second Solution · Middle Level (115/2500)

Seven Killing Fist · Flesh Third Solution · Middle Level (133/2500)

Soul Chasing Step · Limit Break (Ghost Shadow)

Soul Chasing Step · Flesh Second Solution · Elementary (221/500)

Soul Chasing Step · Flesh Third Solution · Elementary (204/500)

Forest Finger · Limit Break (Seeking Meridians)

Forest Finger · Flesh Second Solution · Elementary (95/500)

Forest Finger · Flesh Third Solution · Elementary (87/500)

Turtle Shell Skin Changing Technique Initial Stage (87/1000)

Ghost Armor Skin Changing Technique Flesh Third Solution Initial Stage (187/1000)

Culinary Arts Junior (84/100)

Body Forging Exercise Beginner (14/300)

Body Forging Exercise · Flesh Third Solution · Elementary (14/300)

Copy Skill Slot:

Drunken Master lv3 (1/5000)

Dynamic Capture lv3 (1/10000)

General Skill Points: 5

Remaining General Skill Proficiency: 33730

Secret Arts: Tongue Root Death Curse lv1, Marry Death Twin Birth lv1, Acting Agent Bestowal lv1, Blood Bar Ghost Eye lv2

Remaining Special Skill Points: 2

Stored Life Essence: 40 days

Equipment: Magician's Playing Cards (B-grade Equipment)

D-class Lottery Ticket *1 (Requires Unlock Equipment Slot to use)

It had been a long time since he had closely examined his own panel; Feng Mu was momentarily stunned, muttering to himself:

"These are all the fruits of my bit-by-bit effort; I never expected they would have unknowingly accumulated to so much already, but it's still not enough, far from enough, I still need more, more, more..."

In Feng Mu's eyes, those increasingly long rows of skills reflected before him were the invisible stairs paved beneath his feet; as those rows increased, the stairs would carry him step by step up into the sky, ascending to the far end of fate.

It's just unknown which one — the sky or the far end of fate — is the one more distant from the ground. The future!

Midnight.

Feng Mu returned to Douqiong Martial Hall.

In the courtyard was thunderous snoring that hadn't been heard in a long time; the Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters had mostly gone to sleep early, leaving only a lone figure in the center of the courtyard, eyes closed, head nodding up and down, cultivating martial arts as if sleepwalking.

Feng Mu leaned lightly against the door, observing silently for a moment.

He noticed Hong Ya's upright horn braids bobbing up and down with the swaying of her head; this should have been a playful and cute movement, but at this moment, Feng Mu did not find it amusing at all, instead a trace of gravity welled up in his heart.

"Junior Sister, during the days I wasn't at the Martial Arts Hall, have you been this competitive the whole time?"

Feng Mu swallowed a mouthful of saliva deeply, a sense of urgency arising spontaneously in his heart,

"Terrible, the atmosphere of the Martial Arts Hall has been corrupted by me."

Feng Mu joined the cultivation without the slightest hesitation.

Time passed amid the snoring until 05:30, when Feng Mu finally stopped cultivating, exchanged goodnights with Hong Ya who was so groggy she could barely stand, and returned to his own room.

However, he did not choose to rest, but walked straight to the Restroom, gently locking the door behind him.

Standing before the Mirror, he fell silent for a moment, then cruelly slid open his own chest with his hand; crimson fresh blood flowed out from his skin, quickly dyeing his chest red, revealing the ghastly white ribs beneath, and behind the ribs that heart emitting a sinister chill...

(End of Chapter)