Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 281 - 265: Thoughts Are More Terrifying Than Actions, Destiny Awaits Its Master

A person is supposed to have only one blood bar, but not Feng Mu; he has five.

The longest one belongs to himself, benefiting from the continuous accumulation of various attributes; its length has multiplied several times compared to the beginning.

[1147/1147]

And beneath this long blood bar, four smaller blood bars of varying lengths were hidden.

[10/10]

[10/10]

[20/20]

[50/50]

Strangely, when he looks at himself, these blood bars do not show names, which raises questions about whether there's a hidden reason behind it.

Or maybe, it's just that the blood bars are all collectively fooling themselves.

But clearly, it's a futile effort, as Feng Mu can still easily recognize to which "Sinful Son" these four blood bars belong.

"The two bars with 10 drops of blood should belong to [Frenzy Blood] and [Feast] since they are the least utilized and relatively malnourished."

In Feng Mu's mind, there's clarity:

"The 20-drop one should be the lv2 [Blood Bar Deceit Eye], and the 50-drop one can only be the second-tier [Iron Eater], after all, [Iron Eater] is where I've invested the most time and energy and fed the most entries, so it's natural for it to grow plumper."

Feng Mu gazed at the five blood bars above, no longer terrified as he was at the first sight; now his heart is unruffled, a semblance of calmness when debt is too much to worry about, or when lice are too many to itch.

Regardless of whether these blood bars will eventually give birth and emerge from his body, that's a matter for the future, now, feeding them should be done as it is.

Feng Mu is only 18 years old, yet he's already a great father, ah, and he's just accepted a righteous son.

In a certain sense, Feng Mu has almost single-handedly made remarkable contributions to the population growth of Zone 9, and this is likely far from reaching his limit; he still has greater potential to be tapped in the field of procreation.

To be honest,

Sometimes at night, Feng Mu lies in bed, unable to sleep, tossing and turning, he unconsciously caresses his abdomen, and deep within his heart, there's a certain craving, hoping the hands of time can move faster.

He is genuinely curious whether he is truly nurturing a "baby", what kind of eerie form the "baby" will take once born?

Even if delivering the "baby" means facing a "caesarean section", Feng Mu has already mentally prepared and is not entirely opposed.

There's no way around it; while Feng Mu might not be curious or inquisitive about the truth of the world, he really cannot help but be curious about the secrets hidden in his own body.

He is practically dying of curiosity, akin to a teenager's undying quest for the mysteries of the human body and the secrets of life's propagation, a biological instinct that can't be suppressed and is willing to pay any price to practice it.

Feng Mu also understands that this kind of thought is not very healthy, somewhat pathological.

However, there's no one to guide him on the road to growth.

He repeatedly guides others with enthusiasm, silently acting as a guiding light for others in the dark, but when it comes to himself, where is his guiding light?

Nowhere!

He can only rely on himself, becoming a lonely pioneer, forging ahead, first paving a path in darkness, then once more becoming the light for followers and pilgrims.... !

[You conducted a soul-cleansing self-analysis, strengthening your own path.]

[You are not an ordinary evil villain, but an evil villain who can think dialectically.]

[You found the correct theoretical guideline for your behavior - to be evil to the extreme is to be light!]

[... Congratulations, your thought has received great sublimation; you have somewhat taken on the appearance of the master of destiny; perhaps, you can begin to prepare to gather Destiny's former subordinates...]

[Destiny awaits the return of its master to his throne.]

[Start preparing!]

[The elevation of thought is more terrifying than any action; your evil index has increased significantly ↑↑↑↑]

[Game Inheritance Level has increased significantly ↑↑↑↑]

[Your Game Inheritance Level has risen to 12%!]

[You have gained 1 Special Skill Point, 1 Ordinary Skill Point, and 10,000 to General Skill Proficiency.]

[You received 2 Attribute Points and an additional 10,000 to General Skill Proficiency.]

Feng Mu's pupils contracted slightly, his first reaction in mind was that happiness came somewhat unexpectedly, the second was that he moved closer to the 15% advanced treasure chest.

No need to reach the prison director level; Prison Director Qian's fortune seems not bad.

"Is thought more wicked than action?!!"

Feng Mu starred at the prompt box of four consecutive "↑", the hook jade in his pupils spun faster.

He pondered:

"Thought elevation seems easy but is difficult; from the system's prompt, it looks like my thought sublimation brought rewards along."

"Seems pretty easy, easier than creating trouble."

"But in reality, it is because I've created so much trouble, every single action of which subtly changed my mind, leading to today's sublimation of thought."

"It is the quantitative changes in actions that triggered the qualitative change in thought."

"Which means the sublimation of thought is a sort of comprehensive enhancement of all my previous actions, not really something out of thin air."

In Feng Mu's pupils, the pattern similar to hook jade gradually stopped spinning, quietly embedding into the eye's bottom.

His expression returned to calmness, deep within drawing the conclusion:

"Thoughts lacking the support of action are like a fantasy castle in the air, meaningless; whereas actions without thought guidance are like bullets without gunpowder, losing their necessary power."

"Only with thoughts and actions complementing each other, theory and practice combining, can one truly..."

Feng Mu murmured to himself, his voice growing softer, the final syllables gradually merging into the quiet darkness.

As Feng Mu contemplated, he slowly strode into the dark alley across the street, ready to practically verify the upgraded [Blood Bar Deceit Eye].

Compared to the hesitation and indecision he felt when he first activated the system tags, the current Feng Mu is terrifyingly decisive; unwittingly, life in his eyes has become both increasingly precious and increasingly cheap.

No need for precise searches, Feng Mu quickly encountered an appropriate target in the darkened alley.

In the alley, a drunken burly man pounded and kicked a barely dressed woman; initially, the woman let out two screams, which quickly subsided to silence.

Feng Mu stood quietly in the dim shadow, watching without emotion, until the woman went silent, and her body was hefted by the man into a nearby trash bin.

Only then did Feng Mu emerge unhurriedly from the darkness, silently appearing behind the man, stepping on the shadow under his feet.

"Hell, drank too much, vision blurred."

The drunkard noticed an overlapping phantom in the shadow below, rubbed his eyes hard, then turned his bloodshot eyes wide, whipping his head around.

He saw an unfamiliar face come into view, a pair of alluring yet eerie eyes staring intently at his...chest.

"Who...who are you?" the drunkard exclaimed in fright, simultaneously throwing a bloody fist.

Behind him, there was no response to his question, only a sound he was familiar with, a "squelch," of blood and flesh being penetrated and torn by something sharp.

Meanwhile, in the dark corner outside the alley, another cautiously sneaking silhouette covertly observed the scene.

In his right pupil, a dark blue light glimmered, flickering...