Phosphate Fertilizer for Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures

A moment later.

Watching Jiang Yingxue's departing figure, Zhang Ming chuckled softly.

"I wonder whether I can trade for any Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures—and what kind I might get?"

A single Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure called the Marrow Cleansing Flower had doubled Zhang Ming's martial aptitude.

It had transformed someone with poor aptitude into a genius.

If he obtained even more Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, how powerful would he become?

Zhang Ming could hardly imagine it.

"Still, in theory, trading for them shouldn't be a problem."

"This place may have martial arts superhumans, but at its roots, it is still a feudal ancient world. Food is more important than anything else."

Thinking of this, Zhang Ming could not help but laugh, grateful that this was a Martial Arts World.

"Phosphate fertilizer is a great weapon of the agricultural age. If this weren't a Martial Arts World, I truly wouldn't dare take it out."

There was no need to elaborate on the importance of phosphate fertilizer.

In a true ancient world, if even the slightest rumor leaked out, the Zhang Family would certainly be finished.

Such a treasure had to belong to the Empire, to the imperial clan, monopolized by the imperial clan just like salt and iron.

But precisely because this was a Martial Arts World—

Though phosphate fertilizer was important, it was not quite that important.

Especially when Zhang Ming was not strong, and the Zhang Family's strength was utterly ordinary.

Because no matter how many good things one possessed, without powerful Warriors, one would ultimately never make it onto the stage or become someone entitled to a share of the cake.

And if one could not become someone sharing the cake, then one was naturally not worth using underhanded methods against.

"Enough. Let's wait and see. Hopefully, it won't disappoint me."

Zhang Ming needed Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, but if he truly could not obtain them, it did not matter.

It was merely an idle move. It would be best if he could trade for them, but if not, then so be it.

"For now, I should take a proper look at the [Formless Witness Technique]."

"I wonder whether this Cultivation Method will truly help me on my Immortal Path?"

He did not know, but it was worth trying.

Five days later.

[Ignite Comprehension] had successfully raised the [Formless Witness Technique] to great perfection.

Sensing the memories and insights from the great perfection level within his mind, Zhang Ming was filled with emotion.

"The [Formless Witness Technique] truly is a rare eye technique. Through a unique method of cultivation, it elevates one's vision to a transcendent, saintly realm."

"Those who cultivate this technique can use their eyes to capture the most minute movements anywhere, anytime—whether distant prey or concealed hidden weapons."

"The eyes become like invisible swords, capable of piercing an enemy's defenses in an instant, carrying the power to intimidate and perceive the deepest levels of things."

"This Cultivation Method currently has three layers: Brightvision, Darkvision, and Microvision."

"The First Layer, Brightvision, is comparatively simple. It can raise the cultivator's vision to the limit of ordinary people, granting them extraordinary eyesight in normal environments."

"The Second Layer, Darkvision, allows the cultivator to clearly see everything around them in darkness, as though it were daylight. It not only enhances the cultivator's night vision, but also improves their perception of their surroundings."

"The Third Layer, Microvision—the Last Layer of the [Formless Witness Technique]—allows the cultivator's eyes to perceive the microscopic world. Like the Buddha, they can clearly see the eighty-four thousand microorganisms in a bowl of water."

"The Buddha sees a bowl of water? Eighty-four thousand insects?"

"Isn't that a microscope? A human-shaped microscope?"

Zhang Ming cried out in amazement, finding it inconceivable.

"This is martial arts? No, I should say, this is indeed martial arts."

"A human-shaped microscope!"

Zhang Ming could not imagine how much help cultivating Microvision to the Third Layer would bring him.

"With a microscope, there is no need to mention anything else. Its boost to the paths of Medicine and Poison alone would be beyond imagination."

There was no need to elaborate on the significance of the microscope's invention to the development of technological civilization.

It had greatly advanced fields such as biology, physics, and medicine.

And in a feudal age like this, a flesh-and-blood microscope would likewise be of unimaginable help to Zhang Ming.

"Haha, it seems the title of Great Zhou's First Divine Doctor is mine for the taking."

With a microscope, Zhang Ming could easily study all kinds of medicinal herbs, plants, and human bodies.

Combined with the aid granted by [Ignite Comprehension]—

If he still could not claim the title of First Divine Doctor, Zhang Ming might as well find a block of tofu and bash himself to death on it.

Besides—

Medicine and Poison were inseparable.

The First Divine Doctor and the First Poison Doctor were practically the same thing!

"If I can cultivate it to the Third Layer, then even a Martial Saint capable of shattering mountains and severing rivers—I am confident I could poison one to death."

Though medical skills at the great perfection level were superb, their foundations ultimately came from ordinary medicine.

They might still work against ordinary humans, but whether they would work against Innate Martial Artists, Grandmasters, Martial Saints, and the like was unknown.

After all, who knew whether fellows capable of shattering mountains and severing rivers, with punches carrying hundreds of thousands or even millions of force, were truly the same species as humans?

But things were different now.

If he cultivated the [Formless Witness Technique] to its Last Layer and was given enough time, Zhang Ming was absolutely confident he could poison a Martial Saint!

"This is really interesting."

"Other transmigrators: one fist suppresses mountains and rivers; if you refuse to submit, fight."

"But when it comes to me, why am I thinking about poisoning and ambushing people every day?"

With a soft sigh, Zhang Ming examined the reason.

"When it comes down to it, it is because I am a scholar, not some martial brute who only knows how to wield brute strength."

As a modern person and a veteran of nine years on the internet, there was nothing wrong with calling himself a scholar.

And as a modern scholar, whether Zhang Ming liked it or not, the education he had received in modern society—

Made him subconsciously believe that close-quarters combat with real blades and guns was the final resort.

Resolving an opponent from a thousand miles away without them noticing was the superior method.

"On the other hand, I'm not an idiot."

"Which true powerhouse has not immersed themselves in martial arts for decades?"

"I'm a newbie who only just started cultivating martial arts. If I don't play to my strengths and avoid my weaknesses, and insist on clashing head-on with the locals, wouldn't that mean my brain had short-circuited?"

If a civilized person from modern society ran to a primitive tribe to compete with tribesmen at hunting, would their brain not be broken?

If he had a choice, he would definitely compete with them in mathematics and language!

Dragging enemies into the fields he excelled in and pinning them to death there was how ordinary people thought.

"Besides cultivating the [Formless Witness Technique], there is one more matter: breaking through to become an Innate Martial Artist as soon as possible."

"On the Hundred Beasts Sect's side, I theoretically have a year. But if I proceed normally, I will need three years to break through to Innate."

As he had said before, even with martial arts experience from the great perfection level [Mighty Bull Cultivation Method], tempering the body and broadening the meridians could not be done overnight.

Rubbing his chin, Zhang Ming thought of something.

"Normal methods require three years. What if I don't use normal methods?"

Two paths instantly emerged in his mind.

One was to continuously strengthen and improve the [Mighty Bull Cultivation Method], increasing the speed of foundational cultivation.

The other was to rely on external aid.

Reaching out, Zhang Ming took the prescription for Mighty Bull Great Medicine from the gap in his bookshelf.

"After my medical skills reached great perfection, I kept feeling that there was something wrong with this prescription. It feels murky and clouded, with certain disharmonies."

"Could I try correcting it next time?"

"And simply eating Demonic Beast Meat raw probably isn't the most suitable way to use it, right?"

"For example, refining pills? Or combining the two?"