Immemorial War God

The big fatty's pupils suddenly constricted. 90% absorption rate, it was simply too scary. If his absorption rate could reach such a high earlier, then he probably would have become a Astral Reaching Realm a long time ago!    

"Wait!"    

In the next moment, a flash of lightning appeared in the fat man's mind, he saw that Mo Feng's breathing stopped. The absorption rate, the rate of using the medicinal ingredients had always been maintained at over sixty percent, but the rate of using the medicinal ingredients had always been maintained at fifty percent. Only fifty percent of the ingredients used actually affect his cultivation, while the other fifty percent had been transferred directly to his body.    

60% absorption rate, 50% utilization, that meant there was a total of 30%!    

"He's right!" The fatty exclaimed in his heart as he stared at Mo Feng.    

Seeing the fatty's shocked expression, the corner of Mo Feng's mouth rose. Did he finally understand?    

Looking at Mo Feng for a long time, the fat guy retracted his gaze and shook his head with a bitter smile. He was truly watching the world from the bottom of the well, with his ridiculous knowledge, guessing the words of an expert was simply laughable.    

"Come with me?" Seeing the fatty like this, Mo Feng took the opportunity to strike the iron while it was hot and asked.    

The fatty slowly raised his head and looked at Mo Feng with a complicated expression. He no longer doubted Mo Feng, the 90% conversion rate was already enough to make his heart race, he no longer cared about anything else but following Mo Feng.    

"Really? I can achieve a 90% conversion rate?" The fat guy looked at Mo Feng carefully. 90% conversion rate was something he didn't even dare to think about.    

"Absolutely." Mo Feng nodded his head. The fatty's heart skipped a beat, he instantly abandoned all of his concerns and resolutely nodded, directly walking towards Mo Feng.    

"I'm willing to go with you."    

Looking at the fat Mo Feng, he smiled and turned to leave.    

"What is it?"    

The princess watched the big fatty and Mo Feng's backs, and stomped her feet in dissatisfaction. The big fatty's expression changed and she knew that Mo Feng was sending her sound transmissions. What did he just say? You don't even let her know a thing or two, and treat her like an outsider?    

"Hmph, I'd like to see what the two of you are up to."    

He followed her indignantly, like an angry little girl.    

The elders on the stage watched as the big fatty left with the two of them. Their eyes flashed, and they did not say anything. Although the big fatty and the others would be of no use during the assessment after leaving the stone hut, it did not mean that they had to leave, as they could continue to follow the prince or the young miss.    

This had always been an unwritten rule in the history of the throne's assessment. Every person who submitted had their own unique ability, and after experiencing life and death together, they would generally establish a great relationship with the princes and princesses. Once a prince or princess had ascended to the throne, they would be extremely loyal.    

Moreover, these people were a gift to those who would be able to ascend to the throne in the future. They all had very special abilities, and their futures were limitless, and in the future, they could become a great assistance to those who could ascend the throne.    

However, if they were unable to ascend to the throne, then sorry. Even if these people were willing to follow them, they would still be forcefully recalled back by the palace.    

This time, Mo Feng and the big fatty directly went to the princess' pavilion, and the princess would no longer arrange for Mo Feng to stay in that dilapidated pavilion.    

After arriving at the attic, the big fatty impatiently went to the same room as Mo Feng, and the princess wanted to follow him into it.    

"Damn it!"    

The princess gritted her teeth in anger as she was blocked outside the door. She stomped her foot in anger and turned to leave. If she did not listen, she would not listen. After all, this was a bastard chanting scriptures.    

Inside the room, the big fatty looked at Mo Feng with a nervous heart.    

"Sir."    

Mo Feng smiled, he then took out a brush, ink and paper, and wrote quickly.    

"This …"    

The fatty looked at Mo Feng, dumbstruck. Wasn't it some sort of fortuitous gain? How much was in his head?    

There was no birth disturbance, as he quietly watched Mo Feng write.    

"Alright."    

An hour later, Mo Feng put down his brush and said with a long sigh.    

The fat guy impatiently picked up the manual and read it. After a while, he frowned. The contents of the manual were obscure and hard to understand, so he could not tell what it was.    

"Cultivation of this cultivation technique is not that easy. I need to comprehend it in detail. You can take it and take a look at it first." Mo Feng waved his hand, the big fatty glanced at him and nodded his head, then turned and left with a look of thought.    

Watching the fat guy disappear from his line of sight, Mo Feng had a faint smile on his lips. The cultivation technique he gave the fat guy was a buddhist art, the fat guy's physique was the most suitable for practicing the buddhist arts!    

Legend has it that in the ancient times, a peerless genius appeared in the buddhist world. He only needed to eat various heavenly materials and earthly treasures to be able to quickly break through.    

This peerless genius was known as the altar emissary. However, this altar emissary did not follow the teachings of the buddhist faith, and was flirting with the flowers and grass everywhere. He was extremely lustful, and had left behind many descendants in the universe.    

However, no matter how many children he had, after the baptism of time, he could no longer see the Pure Altar's physique. To be able to encounter one here was definitely an unexpected surprise, because this physique was extremely strong, so Mo Feng naturally had to dig it up to his side.    

The fat man had never been to a buddhist cultivation technique before and would be hard to understand when he first started, but this was not a problem for him. With his Pure Altar physique, once he started cultivating, he would be able to achieve twice the results with half the effort.    

He shook his head with a smile and sat down cross-legged to cultivate. He was stunned for a moment. The brushstroke just now did not seem like a seriously injured person. However, the fatty had been too focused on his cultivation technique and had not noticed it.    

Mo Feng laughed as he shook his head, throwing these thoughts out of his mind and continued to cultivate.    

The fatty's name was the Buddha, but he didn't know if this was fate or not.    

A day passed and Mo Feng's injuries had completely healed. In the middle of the night, Mo Feng opened his eyes and took out a bunch of storage rings. It was time to take care of the spoils of war.    

"I'll go!"    

After taking out all the items from the storage ring, Mo Feng's eyes lit up. He was rich, he was definitely rich this time.    

He quickly kept all the items and took out the Star Condensation Stone on his own.    

"Ten crystals."    

took a fancy to the Star Condensation Stone and shook his head slightly. With so many people having only ten storage rings, this was still too rare, but it was understandable, although the price of Star Condensation Stones were not too high, the rarity of these things couldn't be measured using just the Star Condensation Stones. Normal people would not be able to survive, after all, what everyone needed to break through their Star Condensation Realm was not just a single Star Condensation Stone, if it was difficult, three Star Condensation Stones might not even be enough.