Chapter 95: Failure? The Receiver Has Arrived

Harboring the philosophy of moving mountains and filling seas, the dangers of the Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art cannot frighten you.

You begin cultivating madly.

Day by day, month by month, year by year...

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

The Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art is cultivated by you to an ever more consummate degree; the cancerous flesh beneath the skin swells again and again, and again and again is condensed solid by you, and you can feel the power contained within the flesh growing ever more vast.

Nineteen years have passed; you have been circulating the Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art all along, and tonight is the final day of those nineteen years.

You feel that, as for breaking through to the Three Solutions State, only a thin membrane separates you, yet you have never been able to break through.

You refuse to believe it, and decide to attempt a desperate sprint.

Nineteen years of sedimented accumulation erupt in one morning; you break through the limits of the flesh, blooming into a terrifying flower of flesh and blood, and within a radius of five meters every inch is covered with your wriggling flesh nodules...

Feng Mu abruptly opens his eyes, his whole body soaked in cold sweat, as if he had truly experienced a death.

He subconsciously feels his body, feels his head, looks at his intact clothes and the bed under his butt, while in his mind's sea that image of the flower of flesh and blood. jpg still flashes back.

Feng Mu thinks with lingering fear: "Failed?!"

【Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art · Second Solution (5000/5000)】

The prompt box before his eyes flickers with (5000/5000), then suddenly melts away like flowing water, turning back into (1/5000).

【Breakthrough Failed!】

【Deduct half the payment points, and return half the payment points!】

【Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art · Second Solution (1/5000)】

【Remaining General Skill Proficiency 12780】

Feng Mu's pupils instantly widen, ten thousand question marks flashing through his mind: "Failure would be fine, but failure still deducts half the points?"

Feng Mu's heart aches to the point of vomiting blood, rage burning in his chest, an impulse rising to rip the system out of his body and beat it violently.

【Feedback Failure Reason.....】

【Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art breaking through to Third Solution requires meeting the following prerequisite conditions (choose one of two):

1, Three Third Grade Martial Arts at Perfection (not achieved)

2, Skin Changing Technique at Great Achievement (not achieved)】

Feng Mu blanks for a moment, lowers his head and flips through the small booklet in his hand again, confirming that it indeed does not mention these things.

"So, deducting half my points doesn't count as wasted; at least the detection told me the reason for failure, preventing me from continuing to take detours next time?"

Feng Mu thinks thus in his heart, then runs out to consult his master.

2 minutes later, Feng Mu returns; the answer is slightly beyond his expectations, yet also within reason; Master Li Guishe also seems completely unaware of what prerequisite conditions the 【Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art】 breakthrough requires.

Or rather, these years in the 【Fusion Gu Sect】, no one cultivating the 【Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art】 has noticed this matter; they either broke through and advanced as a matter of course, naturally and smoothly, or they died violently and grew flowers.

Those who succeeded in breaking through didn't feel they had any problem; those who failed also had no chance to tell others the reason for their failure.

Feng Mu thinks it over and understands: "This is the reason why the evil path cannot flourish; few people cultivate evil arts, which means samples are scarce, making it hard to have the countless lessons and experiences summarized by predecessors like with orthodox martial arts."

"Just like the 【Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art】, those who have cultivated this evil art, from ancient times to now, probably can't even muster 1000 people, and that's only because the 【Fusion Gu Sect】 ancestors leaked the art out."

"If the 【Fusion Gu Sect】 had done a good job keeping it secret, then those who have cultivated this evil art would be even rarer."

"You expect this handful of people to have perfected every single advancement step within the 【Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art】; obviously that's not very likely."

Feng Mu slightly narrows his eyes, pondering secretly in his heart:

"The main reason is still because I broke through too fast."

"Logically speaking, for the 【Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art】 to break through from Second Solution to Third Solution, most cultivators need to spend several years."

"During this period, cultivators utilizing this evil art to cultivate other martial arts would very easily satisfy the breakthrough prerequisite conditions in a confused, muddled way."

Feng Mu figures out the cause and effect, realizes it wasn't his master deliberately screwing him over, and only then does his heart settle back into his stomach.

Thinking thus, Feng Mu suddenly feels it's not so heart-wrenching anymore, even feels these points were spent worthily.

"Breakthrough fails → deduct points → feedback reason... isn't this equivalent to spending points to perfect the art in all aspects?"

Feng Mu's eyes shine; the value contained herein, if manipulated properly, is far greater than a mere few points.

"The evil arts in this world are myriad, most having various drawbacks, the greatest drawback being that the advancement process is extremely prone to violent death." A conception faintly emerges in Feng Mu's heart, "If I can help them advance smoothly, these evil path people would surely be willing to offer sky-high prices, even sell their lives to me, perhaps."

Feng Mu takes a deep breath, realizing the hidden value of this ability.

He secretly makes a firm determination: "No, I absolutely cannot expose this ability; at least before I am strong enough, this ability must be kept hidden and used with caution, otherwise it will inevitably bring disaster of death or even clan extermination."

Feng Mu rationally extinguishes the delusion in his heart; he currently has far from enough room to operate this kind of ability.

His gaze shifts back to the bed; Feng Mu picks up several secret manuals.

They are respectively the 【Turtle Shell Skin Changing Technique】, 【Seven Killing Fist】, 【Soul Chasing Step】, 【Forest Finger】.

The 【Turtle Shell Skin Changing Technique】 is a standing post skill; cultivated to Perfection, it can directly reach the Old Martial Arts First Realm — Skin Changing Realm, and counts as a Fourth Grade Martial Art.

The remaining three martial arts are all Third Grade Martial Arts.

Coincidentally, they exactly satisfy the two prerequisite conditions for the 【Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art】 advancement.

Nothing more to say; Feng Mu doesn't stop for a moment, begins cultivating, and also happens to test the effects of the 【Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art】...

At the same time.

In an underground basement in a certain Di Hu Qu within the city.

A receiver who had come for several years for the E Corpse Teaching, finally following some concealed secret signals marked along the road, searched all the way to this place.

Thump thump thump!

Short yet sometimes light sometimes heavy knocking sounds, intermittently transmitted into the room.

Ten-odd seconds later, the underground basement door is pulled open a crack; a swarthy face appears in the door crack, bloodshot eyeballs looking outside.

"It's me, just me alone." The receiver announces his identity.

The receiver enters the room; inside the underground basement is a moldy smell, the mustiness covering the fishy stench in the air.

The receiving clerk glanced at the swarthy Area 2; the latter's left arm was severed at the root, wrapped in a layer of rags, clearly never professionally treated, and the bandaged wound had rotted.

"What happened? Where's Zhang Hao?" The receiving clerk frowned, pulled a syringe from his pocket, and tossed it over.

Swarthy Area 2 took the syringe and without hesitation plunged it into his arm.

As the black liquid was pushed into the wound, a ring of black ice crystals visibly surfaced at the wound, and on the edges of the rotting flesh, a ring of black granulation tissue quickly grew.

Inside the granulation tissue were deformed bones, their surfaces wrapped in black vessels like vines, growing madly and entwining each other.

In a short while, a deformed arm grew back, that arm indistinguishable between flesh and bone, looking like a twisted dough twist of flesh and bone.

Swarthy Area 2's half face bulged with veins, obviously enduring intense pain; he slightly clenched his palm, and his palm oozed slippery pus.

"The Teaching/Organization's flesh regeneration technology is not yet perfected; the injection I just gave you is the latest result, it can last one month, but you'll constantly feel the pain of your arm being crushed, so bear with it."

The receiving clerk briefly explained a couple of sentences, then pulled a sketch portrait from his pocket, slapped it on the table, and asked,

"What's going on? All along the way I've seen several wanted notices with your portrait."

Swarthy Area 2 endured the intense pain, grabbed an Ant Stick from beside the wall, scraped off a layer of black greasy corpse with his fingernails, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

While chewing, he pulled a sheet of paper from his pocket, on which crooked lines like ants were written...

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