Seeing that he didn't start formally cultivating Star Sword Finger until the second year, Zhang Mo's mouth twitched, and he began to increase the intensity of his lifespan infusion.
【Third year, you start to gradually comprehend the secrets of Star Sword Finger, step by step.】
【Fifteenth year, you finally achieve something after neglecting sleep and food, comprehending the entry-level of Star Sword Finger, using Qi to move it.】
【Thirtieth year, your progress starts to become increasingly slow. This martial art consumes too much inner breath. With your second-rank cultivation, each time you cultivate, you will exhaust all the inner breath in your body.】
【Sixty-fifth year, after such a long period of tempering, you finally have a realization and cultivate Star Sword Finger to the Minor Success stage.】
“It's truly a third-rank martial art.”
Seeing the consumed lifespan, Zhang Mo sighed softly and continued to infuse it.
【One hundred and fortieth year, your Star Sword Finger finally reaches Great Success. With a flick of your finger, sword Qi shoots across the sky, as if a legendary Sword Immortal has descended.】
【One hundred and seventieth year, Star Sword Finger has made no progress. It seems that you are destined to stop here.】
【Two hundred and first year, after hundreds of times of emptying your inner breath, you finally have a realization. Star Sword Finger is perfected.】
【Remaining Lifespan Plundered: Three hundred and fifteen years】
...
Looking at the perfected words, Zhang Mo finally let out a sigh of relief.
Then, countless techniques tempered over thousands of trials appeared in his mind, becoming part of his body.
Patting his head, Zhang Mo looked at his remaining lifespan and continued to upgrade his martial arts.
【First year, you start to cultivate Bone-Shattering Hand. After experiencing Star Sword Finger, you find that this second-rank martial art is surprisingly simple, and you easily enter the entry-level.】
【Tenth year, your Bone-Shattering Hand has cultivated to Great Success.】
【Thirtieth year, your Bone-Shattering Hand has cultivated to Perfection.】
【Twenty-first year, you try to dismantle Blackheart Palm and Bone-Shattering Hand. You are confident at first, but soon you give up due to damaged meridians from forced cultivation.】
“......”
Looking at the text on the system panel, Zhang Mo was silent for a moment, then looked slightly helpless.
This version of himself seemed to be a bit stubborn.
And why would he give up like that?
Gathering his thoughts, Zhang Mo increased the infusion of lifespan.
【Twenty-second year, you adjust your body to peak condition and resume your research with renewed vigor.】
【Fiftieth year, you gradually begin to understand something.】
【Eightieth year, you create a grand killing move based on Blackheart Palm and Bone-Shattering Hand, Bone-Shattering Heart-Crushing. One palm strikes out, cutting off the meridians, shattering the five internal organs, incorporating thirty-six variations of force.】
【Remaining Lifespan Plundered: Two hundred and twenty-five years】
......
“Finally succeeded.”
“However, it feels like this palm technique has become even more ruthless.”
Thinking for a moment, Zhang Mo walked out of the courtyard, facing a large boulder ahead, and struck out with a palm.
Bone-Shattering Heart-Crushing instantly erupted!
Boom!
The air let out a mournful wail.
Thirty-six invisible forces effortlessly tore through the air, like a shotgun spraying wildly.
Rumble!
The boulder shattered in an instant.
The entire courtyard was filled with dust, and deep pits appeared in the ground.
“Such power is truly astounding.”
Zhang Mo's eyes lit up, and he remembered Star Sword Finger.
He hesitated slightly!
Finally, he shook his head.
The consumption of this third-rank martial art was too terrifying, not suitable for experimentation.
“But I've finally learned a third-rank martial art. Can I only use it as a trump card? And if I can't kill with one strike, I'm probably dead.”
Thinking of this, Zhang Mo's brow furrowed deeply.
Soon, Zhang Mo seemed to have thought of something and looked at the words on the system panel, "Restoring inner breath with Positive Yang True Explanation."
Right!
He could cheat!
Even if he couldn't deduce anything, he could use it to restore his inner breath.
In that case, as long as he had lifespan, wouldn't his inner breath be endless?
Confirming this, Zhang Mo returned to his room and began to infuse lifespan into the final Spirit Snake Nine Steps.
【First year, your martial arts attainments are already incredibly profound, and you easily enter the entry-level of Spirit Snake Nine Steps.】
【Ten years pass, and your Spirit Snake Nine Steps finally reach Minor Success.】
【Twenty years pass, and Spirit Snake Nine Steps finally reach Great Success, your movements agile and graceful.】
【Thirtieth year, you observe snakes as they move, understanding their essence, and Spirit Snake Nine Steps reach Perfection.】
“There’s still quite a bit left.”
Zhang Mo thought for a moment, then decisively took out one hundred years of lifespan and infused it into Vajra Body.
Currently, his external skills were his strongest, so naturally, he wanted them to evolve further.
But the result.
Was somewhat disappointing.
【You continue to refine your Vajra Body, but after thirty years, you only make your body more flawless.】
【Fiftieth year, you begin to question life. It seems you've wasted your time on useless things.】
【One hundredth year, you re-examine Dragon Elephant Iron Body and Vajra Body, these two external skills, hoping to learn by analogy. Over these long years, you have a deeper understanding of external skills. It seems you have gained something, but you are unclear about it, and finally fall into thought.】
【Remaining Lifespan Plundered: Ninety-five years.】
“......”
Looking at the system panel, Zhang Mo was slightly helpless.
Fortunately, there was still some progress, otherwise he would have vomited blood.
Thinking about it!
He finally gave up on infusing any more lifespan.
This was clearly a bottomless pit. This amount of lifespan was definitely not enough. He needed to reserve some for emergencies.
At that moment.
Zhang Mo’s phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and answered the call.
“Hello, President, anything?”
“Were those four wolf-like demon beasts in the city center killed by you?”
“Yes, what’s wrong?”
“Tell me about the specific details.”
Zhang Mo immediately recounted everything truthfully, even mentioning their grievances.
This time, there was a long silence.
Finally, Bai Cang Shan told Zhang Mo to be careful and hung up the phone.
“Sure enough, the president also thinks it’s abnormal?”
Zhang Mo recalled the other party’s tone and fell into deep thought.
It seemed.
Perhaps there were other lurking demon beasts.
“It seems this isn’t over yet, and I need to become stronger.”
Sighing softly, Zhang Mo’s excitement about his recent strength increase had vanished without a trace.
He felt like he was caught in a giant whirlpool.