Chapter 217
“……”
“Where’s Teacher Bai?”
“He broke through the ‘Five Thunder Body’ last night and didn’t sleep a wink,” Teacher Tian said, pursing his lips, a hint of confusion in his voice. “I have no idea what he’s up to this early in the morning.”
“I know!”
Tang Lingwu suddenly stepped out, holding her phone up for both of them to see. “He’s gone to the livestream room at the landlord’s place downstairs.”
“Ah?”
Zheng Fa and Teacher Tian leaned in, and sure enough, the landlord was livestreaming, while the old man was chatting away beside him.
In the midst of their conversation, the old man suddenly unzipped his jacket, revealing what he was wearing underneath.
This flashy old man had somehow donned a fitness tank top, and as he took off his jacket, the smooth lines of his muscles, a result of his advancement in the ‘Five Thunder Body,’ drew gasps from the livestream audience.
Even the landlord’s livestream gained quite a bit of traction.
Zheng Fa stared, dumbfounded, for a long moment before turning to Teacher Tian. “...Teacher Tian, what do you think...”
“I want a divorce…” Teacher Tian said flatly, her expression deadpan.
……
“You don’t understand! I’m advertising for our nursing home!” At the dinner table that evening, the old man spoke with conviction. “Our nursing home is just getting started, and with my physique and charm, I’m practically a living advertisement!”
“I’ve even left my number with that landlord! He’ll help promote me during the livestream!”
At that moment, his phone rang.
“Hello? Oh, it’s me. No, no, no, this is a nursing home, not a gym… You’re a gym? Inviting me to do an ad?”
The old man hung up, chuckling awkwardly.
A little while later, his phone rang again.
“Not a gym! Not doing ads… What?” The old man’s voice suddenly dropped, and Zheng Fa watched as he quickly got up and walked into the yard, curiosity piquing as he listened to what he was saying.
“Senior dating? I’m interested, I’m interested.”
“What? Same-sex dating?” The old man paused, then spat, “Pah!”
“…” Zheng Fa turned to Teacher Tian and said, “On the divorce thing, I’m voting in favor.”
“……”
“However, Teacher Bai is right; our nursing home should start operating.” Zheng Fa thought for a moment. Now that he had healing abilities and vegetables nourished by spiritual energy, “Once our lab is set up, we can start looking for residents.”
Opening the nursing home would not only increase income but also help recruit members for the cultivation experiment group.
What Zheng Fa hoped for most was to find someone knowledgeable about meteorology…
He still had no leads on how to study the Yunyu Fu (Cloud and Rain Talisman).
(End of this chapter)
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**Chapter 208: Worry (4k)**
In a classroom at Jingcheng University, Zheng Fa sat listening to a lecture.
There weren’t many students, maybe around ten, and the lecturer was an elderly man in a worn shirt, wearing glasses. When he entered, he glanced at Zheng Fa, his expression puzzled.
His confusion was understandable, as the course was “Introduction to Atmospheric Science,” a specialized class for the meteorology department.
Although the meteorology department and Zheng Fa’s physics department were both part of the School of Physics, and their courses overlapped significantly, “Introduction to Atmospheric Science” was exclusive to the meteorology students. Since there were so few students studying meteorology, Zheng Fa, as a newcomer, stood out.
His purpose was to audit the class:
Waiting for a meteorologist to stumble into his lap felt too passive and relied too much on luck, which didn’t suit Zheng Fa’s character.
However, perfecting the study of clouds and rain was closely tied to understanding meteorological knowledge.
So, he decided to learn it himself.
One of the benefits of being at Jingcheng University was this—despite meteorology being a niche subject at any university, Jingcheng University still gathered the top meteorologists, providing Zheng Fa with ample learning resources.
As soon as he entered the classroom, Zheng Fa could feel the curious gazes of the students and the elderly lecturer.
He didn’t mind; if the teacher didn’t want him to stay, he could just leave—stealing books wasn’t really stealing, and gaining knowledge was certainly not shameful.
On the other hand, based on his experience, most teachers at Jingcheng University didn’t mind students auditing their classes.
Sure enough, the old man only glanced at him a couple of times before starting the lecture without saying a word.
Zheng Fa listened attentively like the other students, even taking notes more diligently than his peers.
This caught the old man’s attention, and he looked at him a few more times.
Two class periods passed quickly, and the old man remained at the podium, answering questions from some students.
Zheng Fa didn’t approach; he simply closed his book, reflecting on the lecture.
“Introduction to Atmospheric Science,” as an entry-level course for the meteorology department, wasn’t particularly difficult to understand—after all, meteorology itself stemmed from physics, which Zheng Fa found quite accessible.
He felt he had gained a lot, but he still didn’t have a clear idea of how to manipulate clouds and rain through thunder techniques.
Zheng Fa didn’t feel discouraged; at least he had a direction, unlike those from the Tianbei realm.
He lowered his head, recalling the teacher’s lecture while organizing his books, when he noticed a pair of feet beside his desk.
Looking up, he saw the teacher standing next to him, smiling as he asked, “Do you have any questions?”
“……” Zheng Fa was momentarily taken aback.
The old man seemed to think he was shy and continued, “You’re not a meteorology student; which department are you from?”
“I’m from the physics department.”
The teacher nodded and asked again, “Do you have any questions?”
Zheng Fa felt a bit puzzled; this teacher was unusually enthusiastic.
The old man seemed to sense his confusion and smiled, “Meteorology is a niche subject. I’ve been teaching this introduction course for over a decade and rarely encounter anyone auditing…”
Zheng Fa knew this was true.
For instance, in the current School of Physics, there were over two hundred faculty members in the physics department, including more than a dozen academicians.
But the entire meteorology department had only twelve teachers, fewer than the number of academicians in the physics department.
Seeing that Zheng Fa seemed to understand, the teacher continued, “If you’re interested in meteorology, feel free to ask me any questions.”
Zheng Fa felt a bit guilty; his interest in meteorology wasn’t particularly strong, and he didn’t want to waste the teacher’s willingness to teach.
As the teacher looked at him with keen eyes, Zheng Fa thought for a moment and decided to voice his question:
“Teacher, is it possible to achieve artificial rainfall through electromagnetic force?”
He felt a bit anxious; after all, this question might come off as too fringe.
The teacher was momentarily taken aback, seemingly not expecting him to ask that.
“This field is quite new,” but he didn’t seem impatient; instead, he pondered seriously. “Very few people research this direction.”
Zheng Fa nodded; he had indeed looked up relevant information, and this topic was relatively obscure.
“Theoretically, it’s feasible, but there’s a major issue with this approach in practice…” The old man suddenly paused, as if testing Zheng Fa. “Do you know why?”
“Energy, cost,” Zheng Fa replied softly.
“Correct.” The old man smiled in response. “Artificial rainfall is already quite mature; using electromagnetic force requires too much energy.”
Hearing the old man’s words, Zheng Fa didn’t feel disappointed.
He had anticipated the difficulty.
“However, there is research in this area, mostly simulated in laboratories. Oh, and some ideas for meteorological weapons actually stem from this…”
Unexpectedly, the teacher’s words brought him a pleasant surprise.
“There’s a relatively mature idea, apparently from abroad, in papers from a few years ago, which discusses using lasers to influence rainfall. The experimental data is more abundant, and the research is more refined.”
Zheng Fa quickly took out his notebook to jot this down.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t find this information; on the contrary, he had access to an overwhelming amount of data.
Rather, without professional knowledge, he often didn’t know which experiments were rigorous and scientific and which were of little value.
Sometimes, Zheng Fa felt that the ignorance in the Xuanwei realm stemmed from a lack of information, like blind men touching an elephant, while modern ignorance arose from an excess of information, leading to confusion… it was quite a paradox.
The research the teacher remembered was at least recognized by professionals.
As he left the classroom, Zheng Fa sincerely thanked the old man, “Thank you for your guidance.”
The old man waved his hand, saying, “If you’re willing to learn, I’m willing to teach. If you have more questions, you’re always welcome to come back to my class.”
……
In the Xuanwei realm.
Zheng Fa was once again learning from the sect leader.
“In the past, you hadn’t practiced the ‘Shenxiao Yu Lei Zhen Fa’ (True Method of Thunder Control), so my talisman array techniques would have been wasted on you. Now that you’ve established your foundation, you can start learning the talisman array techniques.”
Aside from Senior Sister Yuan, there was no one else around.
Strictly speaking, even with Senior Sister Yuan, it was still empty.
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