Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

Chizzzz!

Inside the room, the temperature continued to drop, and gradually frost formed.

Tang Wen repeatedly visualized the darkness in space, throwing out the same style of fist again and again.

After half a day, he finally waited for movement on the experience panel.

[Visualization Martial Art, Black Night Divine Fist, Beginner (103/500)]

[Martial Arts Realm: Peak Martial Master (Transforming)]

[Extraordinary Ability: Darkness (Awakening Progress 0.04%→0.08%)]

Good news: The awakening ability has increased significantly.

Bad news: It's still less than one-thousandth.

Simply outrageous.

Hiss!

Tang Wen shivered from the cold.

The room was filled with cold mist, and the light refracted in the mist, emitting beautiful colorful halos.

Tang Wen quickly stopped practicing his fist techniques.

He tiptoed to the door, pressed his ear to the crack, and after listening for a long time without any movement, he cautiously opened a crack.

It was summer, and the hot air from outside poured in, causing the temperature in the secret room to rise rapidly.

"Why did you open the door?"

A guard-like person walked over.

Tang Wen was startled and subconsciously wanted to close the door, but felt it wasn't appropriate.

He immediately pulled the door wide open and greeted him, replying:

"Brother, don't even mention it! It was making me dizzy, so I came out for some fresh air."

"Heh, you're willing to come out for fresh air even though it's so expensive? You must be quite wealthy?"

The guard's eyes flickered, his meaning unclear.

Tang Wen quickly shook his head: "What wealthy? All my savings aren't enough, and I even sold a rare beast."

"Sold a rare beast?"

"Yes, besides being a martial artist, I'm also a beastmaster."

The guard's tone immediately turned envious: "You beastmasters are the wealthy ones, second only to those pharmacists."

Tang Wen was stunned; were pharmacists really that much more profitable?

If he had known, he would have learned from Old Crow before coming.

What a pity!

Missed out on a fortune.

After saying a few words, he felt that the cold air in the room had dissipated quite a bit.

Tang Wen returned to the secret room, and the guard also left the stone house, walking towards the other stone houses.

Practicing again, he no longer practiced Shadow Kill, mainly focusing on visualization.

The visualization of the cold, lonely night in the starry sky was successful.

But were there other, more powerful forms of darkness?

Hmm, it had to be something that exists in nature.

Tang Wen pondered deeply.

Two quarters of an hour later, he really thought of two powerful terms related to the night:

Dark matter, and—a black hole.

What dark matter was, Tang Wen, being a physics idiot, didn't understand.

Even if his mental strength was strong enough now to allow him to recall some knowledge he had seen before.

But not understanding was not understanding.

He only knew that dark matter was something scientists speculated about.

No one had ever seen what it looked like specifically.

And, a black hole.

Thanks to Baidu search engine's "black hole" special effects.

He had indeed been interested for a while.

And had repeatedly looked at photos of black holes.

It was a dark patch, with a ring-like red mark.

The photo was very clear in Tang Wen's mind.

He also understood the rules of black holes slightly.

However, he didn't dare to incorporate the rules into his visualization.

His intuition told him not to court death.

He might just die if he tried it.

His intuition warned him, possibly because my mental strength isn't strong enough?

But thinking about the power of black holes, deep down, he still had a little urge to try.

Could he develop a fist technique that even light couldn't escape?

But thinking that he was still a virgin, if something happened, wouldn't it be a great loss.

The thought of being cautious prevailed, and Tang Wen completely suppressed the idea of trying.

Visualize the night.

Just visualize the cold night in the universe.

There was no need to mess with black holes.

Visualization methods have strengths and weaknesses, like the previous Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist.

Visualizing a small red fireball.

And visualizing a black fireball would show a slight difference in fist strength.

The higher the energy of the thing being visualized, the greater the mental strength required.

Black hole rules involve gravity and time, etc.

It would be fine if the visualization failed, but if it succeeded, the mental strength consumed would definitely be unbearable for him.

This world has visualization diagrams, restricting how everyone visualizes.

Maybe it's because too many people in the past died from random visualizations?

Tang Wen thought, leaving the secret room three minutes early.

"You're quite punctual!"

The guard went in and looked around, finding no damage.

"You can leave."

Tang Wen left directly, checked out of the Four Seas Inn, and bought some things on the street.

He put on a gray hood, rode on the wolf, and headed into the wilderness.

He hadn't fully learned the fist technique, and he had to find a way to make money.

Learning the remaining six forms required six thousand taels, and experiencing extreme darkness required five thousand taels.

In total, he needed eleven thousand taels.

I have already begun to transform.

Maybe I can earn some quick money?

I wonder if there are any wealthy, beautiful young ladies in Gushan City who would be willing to do business with me?

According to the price of the top courtesan in the Four Seas Camp, how about three hundred taels per session?

Subtract one hundred taels if she's beautiful.

Subtract another one hundred taels if she has a good figure.

If she's good in bed, hmm, that would add three hundred taels.

There's no such thing as self-taught in this world!

Relaxing and daydreaming, Tang Wen rode the wolf wildly, with the blood crow leading the way in the air.

The place he was going had a herd of horses.

There were medium-grade rare beast horses.

"Neigh!"

A day's journey passed.

Tang Wen saw a leopard-patterned herd of horses through his binoculars.

The horses were named appropriately; the horses had black and brown patterns, looking three-tenths like some kind of leopard print.

In the quiet herd of horses, three horses were particularly conspicuous.

A male and a female were large, no less than Tang Wen's previous Black Steed.

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They were medium-grade rare beasts.

Another one, slightly smaller, recklessly charged through the bushes, frolicking everywhere.

This was a foal.

With an innocent look, it had obviously never been hungry and didn't know the importance of conserving energy.

A young medium-grade rare beast.

Although the foal was small, it was worth more.

The sun set, and the weather cooled down.

When the night wind blew, the leopard-patterned horse family slowly became active.

They came to the bushes, gnawing on the branches.

Tang Wen rushed out like a wisp of black smoke, holding a rope.

A peak martial master, facing a few medium-grade rare beast horses, plus the blood crow's tracking in the air.

The leopard-patterned horses couldn't win, and couldn't escape.

In just two or three hours, Tang Wen caught the medium-grade leopard-patterned horse family of three.

Afraid they would be lonely, he also caught seven low-grade leopard-patterned horses.

He brought them to a place with rich vegetation.

Tang Wen began to tame the horses.

The price difference between tamed rare beasts and untamed rare beasts was very large.

When they were first caught, ten horses resisted the reins severely.

Tang Wen also had a way.

He directly used ropes rich in extraordinary beast tendons to tie the ten horses together and released them.

This rope cost a full three hundred taels of silver; he only had a little gold left on him now.

The ten horses ran wildly all the way.

However, they were connected to each other by sturdy ropes.

Running was extremely exhausting.

And whenever they thought they had gotten rid of the terrifying two-legged beast behind them and slowed down.

Tang Wen would appear behind them riding the sand wolf.

After running for a long time and avoiding many dangers.

The ten horses finally couldn't run anymore.

Tang Wen slowly caught up, took out fresh meat, and fed it to one of the horses.

"Chih!"

The stallion shook its head and snorted.

Although it couldn't speak, the meaning it expressed was obvious.

I would rather starve to death, rather be tired to death, than eat a bite of your stinky meat, you two-legged beast!

Pui!

Tang Wen didn't force it.

He came to the next horse.

"Chih!"

It didn't eat either.

Tang Wen tried them one by one, and they all didn't eat.

He smiled, opened his package, and dropped a piece of meat at the feet of each horse.

The horses neighed, but none of them lowered their heads.

Tang Wen smiled slightly and took out a whip.

Scanning his gaze, he selected the horse with the worst appearance.

Apart from the foal, it was the shortest, and it wouldn't sell for a good price at first glance!

Pa pa.

He gently patted the horse's head, pointing to the meat on the ground: "Eat it!"

"Neigh!"

The horse was disdainful.

Pa!

The whip wrapped around its neck.

"Ugh ah ugh ah ugh ah!"

Tang Wen exerted force with one hand, the horse couldn't breathe, struggled violently, but couldn't break free, and could only slowly feel the physical strength and life slowly slipping away from its body.

A minute passed.

The horse was already lying on the ground, with tears in its eyes, and its four hooves were twitching non-stop.

It was about to die.

Tang Wen loosened the whip and roared with the skills of a beastmaster: "All of you, eat!"

The horses lowered their heads and ate the fresh meat on the ground.

After several times, they established some kind of connection with Tang Wen and gradually became his beasts.

Five days later, Tang Wen rode on the horse king, leading the herd of horses, to the entrance of the Four Seas Camp.

"What's a martial master doing here?"

Tang Wen raised his head, revealing a middle-aged man's face with a few scars.

The guard shifted his gaze.

He replied: "Selling horses!"

"Go in."

"Thank you."

Tang Wen wasn't very good at disguising, so he had to disguise himself with scars.

That way, ordinary people would definitely be too embarrassed to keep staring at him.