Chapter 171
Old Bai and Tang Lingwu were both capable of practicing the "Spirit Crane Body" and even cultivating immortality, which indicated that there was no inherent difference in human bodies.
On the other hand, the current electricity was indeed effective for his cultivation.
Not to mention the changes in those few weeds.
Even the fact that the "Spirit Mountain Method" could achieve this led Zheng Fa to a very simple hypothesis— the only variable in the gap between the two worlds was the presence of spiritual energy.
From the perspective of species or basic physical laws, it seemed that there was a close connection between the two realms.
If one wanted to study the impact of spiritual energy on the material world, the most suitable discipline would probably be physics.
He shared his thoughts with Old Bai, only to suddenly realize—Tang Lingwu was gone.
“Where’s Tang Lingwu?”
Zheng Fa turned to Old Bai, who was chuckling as if he knew something but wasn’t saying a word.
Zheng Fa shot him a suspicious glance, just then hearing a booming sound of smoke.
He turned around to see thousands of smoke plumes rising from the village below, bursting into the sky.
From the mountain, it truly looked like a sea of colors.
“What is this…”
“Congratulations on your good results.”
Zheng Fa widened his eyes slightly: “You guys prepared this in advance?”
“Did you think that little girl suddenly reminded you to put your phone away for no reason? You don’t remember the day results come out, but she does every single day.” Old Bai pouted, and Zheng Fa looked down to see Tang Lingwu’s name flashing on his phone.
“Hello?”
“I was originally going to set this up at the nursing home, but they said I couldn’t do it on the mountain, so here I am.” Tang Lingwu’s voice carried a hint of regret. “But I thought it would look nice from up there… Does it look good?”
“It looks great.” Zheng Fa gazed at the colorful smoke, sincerely replying, “What made you think of doing this for me?”
“On the day I got accepted into Jingcheng University, my dad gave bonuses to everyone in the group.” Tang Lingwu said over the phone, “When others do well, their parents celebrate too.”
“…”
“Old Bai is right; if others have it, you should too.”
“Tang Lingwu.”
“Hmm?”
“Stop reading those domineering CEO novels with that old man.” Zheng Fa thought for a moment and added, “But if you’re going to read them, isn’t your perspective a bit strange?”
“…”
“And thank you, I’m really happy.”
“…Mm!”
……
“Is this the talisman diagram?”
Old Bai’s forehead revealed a faint golden eye, and he looked around in confusion.
Under the influence of the "Spirit Mountain Method," there was a faint presence of spiritual energy in the surrounding space.
Although this spiritual energy was derived from Zheng Fa’s own spiritual power, he found it difficult to control; instead, it seemed to spontaneously manifest various talisman diagrams in the void.
“I can’t take it anymore, my head is spinning!”
After watching for a while, Old Bai shook his head, and the golden eye on his forehead slowly faded.
Tang Lingwu beside him also looked dazed.
It was their first time using the spiritual eye technique to observe talisman diagrams, and it seemed they hadn’t gained much.
Zheng Fa, however, wasn’t disappointed—this was just a preliminary attempt.
Old Bai rubbed his temples and suddenly seemed to remember something. “Didn’t you say you condensed that big dream talisman?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re going to use that to test Xiao Tian? What effect does this big dream talisman have? Any side effects?”
“It’s like having a dream; what side effects could there be?” Zheng Fa explained. “I can only create her dreamscape.”
“So how do you plan to test her?”
“Very simply, for example, make her get captured and interrogated…”
“Isn’t that a bit harsh?”
“Or let her enter some bizarre world with you and see if she’ll protect you?”
“That’s a bit too sentimental.”
“Or even the simplest thing, let her realize her deepest desires and see what her true nature is.”
……
“That sounds good! I want to try that!” Old Bai suddenly clapped his thigh, excited.
“…”
Seeing the curious look on Old Bai’s face, Zheng Fa and Tang Lingwu exchanged glances.
The old man’s curiosity was beyond what the two young people could comprehend.
“And… I can also try it out for Xiao Tian.”
Old Bai murmured softly.
“Sir, that…”
“People are already suffering from illness; if something else happens… and it’s my recommendation, then…”
Old Bai’s heart was soft…
Zheng Fa shook his head, helplessly saying, “You’ve cultivated well; the big dream talisman might not have that much effect. Don’t resist it in your heart.”
Old Bai nodded earnestly.
Zheng Fa conjured a golden talisman in his hand and shot it into Old Bai’s forehead.
The old man quickly fell asleep, a small black gas cloud emerging from his head, slowly swirling, revealing some images at its center.
The images showed a modest auditorium.
A podium stood to one side, with hundreds of people seated below.
Most of them appeared to be from abroad.
Several cameras were pointed at the podium, seemingly waiting for some important figure.
“This is Old Bai’s deepest desire?”
Tang Lingwu watched intently, asking with some confusion.
Zheng Fa shook his head as well.
Soon, a middle-aged foreign woman walked out with a smile, standing behind the podium and speaking into the microphone:
“This year’s Fields Medal winner is…”
Old Bai, dressed in a suit, cheerfully walked out from behind the scenes.
He was overjoyed to receive the award.
“Old Bai… still has an academic dream…”
Tang Lingwu sighed.
Zheng Fa couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration.
At that moment, Old Bai on the podium finished his acceptance speech, and his expression suddenly turned serious, saying:
“Enough of worldly matters; I must return!”
With that, he summoned a flying sword in front of the cameras and hundreds of spectators, donned in his suit, and soared out of the auditorium…
“…”
“I don’t know about the academic dream, but I can definitely see the show-off dream…” Zheng Fa shook his head.
The dream quickly came to an end.
But the black gas cloud above Old Bai’s head did not dissipate.
“Old Bai really has a lot he wants to do…”
Tang Lingwu couldn’t help but murmur.
In the images, Old Bai was in the courtyard of the nursing home, a golden eye appearing on his forehead, surrounded by talisman diagrams. He was reaching out to play with them, as if deciphering the talismans.
Is he… deciphering talismans?
Seeing this, Zheng Fa felt a bit moved: the old man actually placed showing off and deciphering talismans on the same level…
Suddenly, the dream version of Old Bai shouted, “I’ve understood! I’ve understood!”
In reality, the old man leaped up from his chair, raising his hands and exclaiming, “I’ve understood!”
“You were just dreaming…”
“No!” Old Bai’s face was beaming with joy. “I’ve understood! The difference between yin and yang talisman diagrams, I get it!”
“Ah?”
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 169: Report
In the midst of thunder, Zheng Fa and the others stood facing each other.
Chen Ting’s precious mirror trembled slightly under the impact of the seal, buzzing as it returned to Chen Ting’s embrace, the light on its surface dimming significantly.
Just like the look in Chen Ting’s eyes.
He gazed at Uncle Pang, who stood beside Zheng Fa, his lips moving as if hesitating on how to address him.
Uncle Pang looked back at him, his gaze complex.
Zheng Fa couldn’t help but hold his breath—this was a scene of master and disciple meeting, then falling in love and clashing.
He felt he should be under the car.
After a moment of silence.
Chen Ting raised both hands.
His sudden movement startled Uncle Pang, who stepped in front of Zheng Fa, clearly on guard against any attack on Zheng Fa.
Zheng Fa suddenly felt that Chen Ting’s gaze was a bit piercing:
It was the kind of look one gets when being directly cuckolded, the kind of look one gives to a blonde…
Chen Ting brought his hands together and bowed to Uncle Pang, saying, “Master, do you not trust me now?”
Uncle Pang, realizing he had misunderstood, felt his facial muscles tense, but his tone remained cold: “I once trusted you.”
“…”
“You said you never killed anyone from the Jiushan Sect, and I believed you.” Uncle Pang looked at Chen Ting. “That’s why I let you go, but now?”
Zheng Fa glanced at the precious mirror in Chen Ting’s hands.
He didn’t know the power of this mirror, but he was certain it wasn’t meant for casual greetings.
Chen Ting pursed his lips and fell silent.
Zheng Fa couldn’t help but sigh inwardly—
Uncle Pang cared the most about his disciples among the three Nascent Souls of the Jiushan Sect.
Chen Ting had once been quite valued by him.
Previously, hiding on the side, he had been keeping an eye on Chen Ting’s situation.
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