Feng Zikang hoisted Mo Li and flew far away from that perilous spot. Such upstart nuisances as Wu Lingzi were nothing to fear, but if that so-called White Bone Divine Lord were to actually appear, his current cultivation was nowhere near a match.

A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall; he had no need to invite trouble. Who knew if that old fiend might suddenly decide to return here on a whim.

Of course, before leaving, he hadn't forgotten to loot Wu Lingzi's storage pouch and the bone staff in his hand. Such worthless junk could always fetch a few spirit stones; no need to waste it.

He had no idea what cultivation method Wu Lingzi practiced. Even if he used demonic secret arts to refine corpses, he didn't know who could absorb or use them, so he couldn't be bothered to take the disgusting body away.

Flying southwest for several hundred miles, seeing the sky gradually lighten, he finally lowered his sword light and found an open, secluded place to rest. Mo Li was still in a deep sleep, the dark energy on his face growing thicker; it didn't look like he was getting any better.

"What a hassle…" Feng Zikang frowned, picked out some cheap pills for calming the spirit and stabilizing the soul from his storage pouch, fed them haphazardly to Mo Li, set him aside, and began to regulate his own breathing and energy. The battle yesterday had given him a clearer understanding of his own strength.

Disciples of the Military School primarily focus on body refinement. The Aura of Slaughter is inherently the paramount offensive internal energy in the world.

Although he was only at the fourth level of Qi Induction and hadn't yet begun cultivating the Military School's primary methods, the essence of slaughter had tempered his entire body, giving him an edge in close-quarters combat over other initial-stage cultivation disciples. Moreover, he had the support of the Demonic Heart Method.

The fifteenth level of the Formless Heavenly Demon Heart Method was continuously honing his will and spirit, indirectly altering his physique and reactions. Coupled with the tenth-level Formless Heavenly Demon Incarnation divine ability aiding him in combat—able to influence an opponent's state of mind—he could often achieve instant kills against opponents with lower cultivation.

Currently, if neither side used divine abilities, he stood a chance against cultivators at the peak of Qi Induction, and could easily slay them with a surprise attack. However, when it came to competing with divine abilities, he was still far behind.

The higher the cultivation level, the more crucial divine abilities become. The three divine abilities naturally realized through cultivating the Formless Heavenly Demon Heart Method had limited use: the Heavenly Demon Formless Incarnation was currently only useful for scouting and harassment; the Heavenly Demon Devourer had too severe side effects and would affect his temperament, so he hadn't spent any time cultivating it; and the Heavenly Demon Self-Sacrifice was a last-ditch, mutual destruction tactic he would only use at the very end.

The Formless Heavenly Demon Heart Method was temporarily stagnant, and he wasn't forcing a breakthrough, so the next divine ability was still far off. To change this disadvantage in divine ability combat, his only option was to quickly cultivate the Astute Calculation Heart Method and wait to learn the Military School's divine abilities.

Since he had to wait for Mo Li to wake up anyway, to avoid wasting time, Feng Zikang silently recited the mantra and began cultivating the Astute Calculation Heart Method. This method primarily focused on cultivating the acupoints of the head, presumably using the Aura of Slaughter to impact the blood vessels in the brain, thereby promoting intelligence—otherwise, how could one person's intellect calculate the myriad changes of the heavens and earth?

The first gate was the Jingming Acupoint, located within the inner corners of the eyes, in the depressions on either side of the nose, governing visual clarity. To deduce the changes of heaven and earth, one must first see clearly.

Feng Zikang carefully drew out the Aura of Slaughter from four cycles of circulation within his body, slowly refining it into two fine threads to impact the Jingming Acupoint. He immediately felt a sour numbness rise from the tip of his nose, causing him to involuntarily burst into tears.

How violent this Aura of Slaughter was! Even with Feng Zikang restraining it carefully, his eyes still felt painful, stars dancing before them.

The tears, however, actually helped soothe the discomfort. "Crying while practicing...

That would be embarrassing to speak of..." Feng Zikang didn't bother wiping away the tears. He needed to run the Aura of Slaughter through the Jingming Acupoint back and forth for twelve cycles to complete the first level of the Astute Calculation Heart Method; there would be plenty more tears to shed, and he could wash his face then.

He subtly circulated his internal energy, following the mantra, moving it back and forth. His eyes felt extremely sore and gritty, but after each cycle of practice, he felt an extraordinary sense of refreshment.

Things looked much clearer, as if the impurities in his eyes had washed away with the tears. After five cycles, the soreness turned into intense pain.

The Aura of Slaughter filled his eye sockets, feeling precisely like tiny knives were tearing open the minute meridians within his eyeballs. The pain made him grind his teeth until his eyes nearly burst, and he almost rolled on the ground.

If the mantra hadn't already warned him of such pain, he would have suspected his practice had gone awry. But now he knew he was forcing open the meridian channels of the eyeballs to transform mortal eyes into Dharma Eyes, and he could only grit his teeth and endure this torment.

After the ninth cycle, it was even more horrifying. He felt countless sparks exploding in his eyes, or perhaps dazzling brilliant light, rendering him temporarily blind.

That sensation was indescribable. Feng Zikang's Dao Heart was firm; he naturally endured all manner of suffering, focusing his mind, concentrating on controlling the slow circulation of the Aura of Slaughter.

By the twelfth cycle, the exploding sparks had become a fierce blaze. He felt as if he were looking at a kaleidoscope world, constantly spinning, bizarre, difficult to distinguish from illusion.

"Done!" After the final circulation of internal energy, he slowly closed his eyes. The pain vanished, replaced by a cool stream circulating between his eyes.

When he opened them, though the day was overcast and the light dim, he saw everything within a hundred paces with perfect clarity—the intricate details of every flower and bird were visible to him. "Wonderful!

The ancient Mencius spoke of sight keen enough to discern the tip of a fine hair. This must be that realm!

Even a Confucian descendant who has cultivated to this level might not have sharper vision than mine!" Elated, he gazed into the distance. The formerly hazy distant mountains were now crystal clear in his sight.

Every tree, every blade of grass, every flower, every leaf stood out distinctly; he could even see the ripples spreading across the leaves as the breeze blew past. The first level of the Astute Calculation Heart Method—strategizing to win battles a thousand miles away—was complete!

"Mmm…" Just then, Mo Li, who had been asleep for half a day, let out a groan. He stretched his body and slowly awoke.

"You're awake." Feng Zikang walked to his side, his voice indifferent. This man had once risked his life to save him, but it had been useless, and his Heavenly Demon Heart was cold as ice, so he naturally paid no mind to such a debt of gratitude.

"Brother Feng... Brother Feng?" Mo Li managed to prop himself up on his elbows, surveyed the surroundings, and asked in astonishment, "Did that fiend leave?

Brother Feng, did you save me?" Though he had offered his life, his life was paramount, and being alive now filled him with overwhelming joy. "I already killed that fiend.

Saving you was merely a convenient gesture; Brother Mo need not dwell on it." "For Brother Feng, it was but a small effort, but for this humble one, it is a debt of life! How could I treat it lightly!" Mo Li struggled to turn over and climb up, then bowed before Feng Zikang to thank him for saving his life.

When he looked up, his expression suddenly became strange, and the gratitude in his eyes intensified!