novelraw Chapter 300 - 184
Chapter 300 - 184
Inside the Bronze Hall.
Bai Mo put down his pen and looked at the final derived equation on the tablet.
"Oh?
"Is it this one?"
Bai Mo blew at the cold wind coming into the hall, glanced at the equation again, and flipped back through his deduction.
"No problem.
"For crafting Nasal Soup, out of five plans, only one is suitable for me.
"Without the guidance of Ancient Immortals, relying solely on modern mathematics.
"Proved step by step, now... Can the second one work?"
Bai Mo grinned.
The brilliant blade of mathematics successfully cuts through the challenges of Immortal Technique!
"I... solved the problem!"
He turned back to continue examining his recipe.
"Some related herbs haven’t matured, some are still in pre-processing. It’ll take a few more days to craft the Nasal Soup."
In fact, if he considered it from his existing Alchemy Dao knowledge, he still couldn’t understand why the second recipe was correct?
What he had was a mere mathematical deduction.
"Then if we reverse-deduce from the mathematical inference, could we enter a whole new domain of Alchemy Dao?"
Bai Mo’s eyes glazed over, his mind teeming with thoughts.
...
Cold wind blew across the square.
From the bronze high platform, the voice of the Ancient Immortal drifted down, reaching Zhang Qiren’s ears as he knelt below.
"How’s the matter I discussed with you going?
"Have you established contact with the Dark World?
"Quickly go and join!"
Zhang Qiren knelt below the high platform, shirking in the cold wind and frowning.
He didn’t want to join.
Yet he hesitated for a long time.
"I... my friend in the Dark World... he recently had bad luck, ended up a prisoner in the Dark World.
"For now, I can’t take refuge in the Dark World."
On the high platform, the Ancient Immortal sighed.
"Quickly! Quickly!
"Get it done quickly!
"Also, are you ready to advance to Sequence Seven?"
Zhang Qiren knelt beneath the high platform, curling up, not daring to look up, his heart more anxious.
The ascension via the Array Master path is unique.
As long as he’s mentally prepared, as long as he willingly constructs a "Mind Array" within himself, the rest can be handled by the Ancient Immortal Master!
But... he didn’t want to advance.
From the high platform, the voice of the Ancient Immortal came again.
"Quickly! Quickly!
"Mind Array, prepare quickly!
"First continue today’s cultivation!"
Once the voice fell, a long, soft, pink, tender tendril dangled from the high platform, coiling up like a snake, seeking Zhang Qiren’s earhole, and burrowing in!
Bzzz~
Zhang Qiren’s ear was stuffed, hearing a friction sound!
He knelt on the ground, curled up, goosebumps rising on his back!
He could feel the tendril breathing in his ear, burrowing deeper into his ear canal, leaving a tickling numbness all the way to the deepest part of his ear canal until it pressed against his eardrum!
His ear canal was filled, his head dared not move...
His eardrum was already in pain. He feared even the slightest movement would cause the tendril to rupture his eardrum!
Too terrifying!
What on earth was this tendril?!
Was it the Ancient Immortal’s finger? Or did it grow from somewhere else?
Would he turn into such a monster after ascending?
Zhang Qiren dared not move, dared not look up, his body uncontrollably trembling.
Several pieces of information suddenly appeared in his mind, aggressively writing themselves in, causing his head to swell, to ache...
[The eighteen-hundredth medium of the array is...]
[The blood array of the human body and the Mind Array...]
[Steps for the wedge-setting method of mountain veins...]
Too nauseating, this feeling of being written into, the persistent headache, felt like someone using an iron awl constantly churning inside his head!
Could he become dumb?
Could he collapse?
Could he go mad?
His brain, could it still be as smart as before?
Zhang Qiren, tendril in his ear, kneeled on the ground, trembling all over, his face twisted, tears and snot flowing!
...
In the Bronze Hall, Bai Mo sat behind the desk, writing and calculating, leaving yet another document on the tablet.
"Hmm, this feeling is alright.
"The approach to alchemy utilizing scents."
As he contemplated, he suddenly heard footsteps.
"Ee~ee~ee!"
"Awo~awo~awo!"
"Ee~ee~ee!"
Turned out it was his apprentices, bringing a freshly dug pile of Copper Plates to Bai Mo’s desk.
White Tail, delivering the Copper Plates, was rather proud.
"Ee~ee~awo~awo~awo!"
He picked up a Copper Plate for the master to see.
"Ee~ee~awo~awo!"
Turns out, the Copper Plate was inscribed with an abundance of Sequence Seven text! Row by row, column by column, all neatly square characters.
"Oh?"
Bai Mo reached out to receive it.
He could feel that these square Copper Plates, fan-shaped in size, were lighter and tougher than ordinary Copper Plates, evidently of better quality than the previous ones.
As for the inscriptions above...
[Sequence Seven Fireman number one hundred and twenty-two leaves learning insights here, for those who come later...]
The firemen of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, leaving their learning insights?
Bai Mo scanned it briefly.
Suddenly tugged his mouth corner, unsure what to say.
One Copper Plate, thousands of grand words... about fifty percent nonsense, thirty percent their confusion, and twenty percent outright wrong.
Bai Mo set down this piece and looked at the second.
[Sequence Seven Fireman number one hundred and eighty-eight leaves learning insights here...]
After scanning, Bai Mo’s expression turned odd... this number one hundred and eighty-eight’s insights were even bolder in error, more idiotic, more unrestrained, and more preposterous than one hundred and twenty-two.
Bai Mo one by one perused all the learning insights left by these Ancient Immortals.
His evaluation of these Ancient Immortals was but a single word... shallow! Like water from Nasal Soup!
"What a pity..."
Bai Mo tapped two Copper Plates together, hearing their crisp sound.
Beside him, White Tail frowned... What’s the master pitying?