Chapter 481
"I see you all talking about martial arts, but I don’t understand it. I don’t know what this society will become in the future. But I do know that as long as we can fill our stomachs, there won’t be chaos."
Zhao Yi was taken aback, realizing that his mother didn’t want him to drop out of school, likely harboring unspoken worries.
He couldn’t help but glance at Old Hou, watching the flowers and leaves in the fields sway gently. The turmoil in his heart, which had been restless these days, suddenly calmed down.
He listened intently and keenly noticed that Old Hou kept mentioning one person—Zheng Yuanzhang.
When this name came up, Old Hou spoke with respect, even a hint of gratitude.
"Mom, are you saying this Zheng Yuanzhang is some kind of immortal?"
"How would I know?" Zhao's mother replied. "I don’t know any immortals, but thankfully the country is prepared…"
Zhao Yi nodded in agreement.
From this segment, it seemed that the changes in the world hadn’t brought about any bad consequences; in fact, they had led to an increase in high-yield crops domestically.
On the other hand, if there really were immortals, they probably had already collaborated with the government.
Now that it was being revealed, it also showcased the government's own confidence.
Zhao's mother sighed, "Whatever this immortal is, if they can create such things, I’d be willing to burn incense for them every day."
At this point, her tone grew a bit somber.
"If only we had these things back then… your grandfather wouldn’t have passed away so early."
Zhao Yi felt a pang in his heart. He didn’t have much of a feeling about this episode, after all, his family had been doing well since he was born, and he had never truly experienced hunger.
But his mother had come from a rural background and had worked hard to become a city dweller.
She hadn’t really gone hungry either; there was always something to eat, though the variety was limited.
But his grandfather, as his mother spoke of him, had truly suffered in his early years, often reluctant to eat, always bringing food back for his wife and children. He wore himself out and passed away in his fifties.
At that time, his mother had just started her own family, and they had no money, so she hadn’t had the chance to repay her filial duties.
"Your martial arts or whatever, it’s related to this too, right?"
Zhao Yi nodded.
It was quite obvious; they had discussed it in their group chat before. Everyone had started practicing their inner strength after that day when the sun changed its appearance.
Thinking of this, his heart raced. Could it be that this meant he had the talent for cultivating immortality?
Zhao Yi’s mind was a jumble of thoughts as he clicked on the next episode.
Suddenly, he noticed something—this video’s view count was skyrocketing!
When he watched the first episode, it seemed to have just gone online, with just over ten thousand views.
Now, as he prepared to watch the second episode, the numbers had surged to several million.
The title of the second episode was "Eternal Light."
This time, the main characters weren’t just one person.
It was Professor Wang and a group of nuclear physics experts.
Zhao Yi didn’t know them, but seeing the titles on the screen, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement.
These people might not be as famous as Old Hou, but he had heard about their research fields in physics class, and he could roughly understand it.
Soon, he realized that the true focus of this episode wasn’t Professor Wang and the others, but rather…
He stared at the screen, where a simple golden elixir floated, shimmering brilliantly, and his mouth slowly dropped open.
Professor Wang’s passionate voice echoed through the phone’s speaker, striking his muddled mind.
"Controlled nuclear fusion!" Professor Wang’s tone became fervent. "I can say this: when this golden elixir appears…"
"The flame of human civilization will shine eternally."
Zhao Yi pressed his lips together, momentarily at a loss for words.
"In mythology, there’s a god named Prometheus," another professor sighed. "He stole fire from the gods and gifted it to the dawn of human civilization."
"Director Zheng has stolen this golden elixir from the path of immortality…"
"And gifted it to us, the future of civilization."
Zhao Yi set his phone down on the bed and began pacing the room, waving his fists, feeling that nothing else could adequately express the excitement bubbling within him.
No mistake, this was a monumental moment!
Zhao’s mother, however, was a bit confused. She understood the value of those crops well.
But she found it hard to grasp the significance of this change. Watching Zhao Yi get worked up only left her more bewildered.
"What does this mean?"
"Mom, just think of it this way: my inner strength, my martial arts, in the face of this…"
"Are worth nothing!"
"Not worth a damn!"
In his excitement, Zhao Yi let out a curse in front of his mother, then quickly covered his mouth and whispered, "Mom, controlled nuclear fusion means…"
After listening for a while, his mother slapped her thigh, as if she understood, and exclaimed, "So, electricity will be free?"
"…"
"What about gas?"
"…"
"Mom, these are all minor issues." Zhao Yi said helplessly. "Let me put it this way: with this…"
"Unlimited energy means less environmental pollution."
"If our country has this, we won’t have to look to others for approval in this regard!"
"If the world has this, it’s a leap in civilization!"
"Even interstellar migration and exploring the universe can be imagined!"
Zhao’s mother nodded slowly, "A major technological breakthrough, we won’t have to worry about anything."
"Exactly!"
"But isn’t this documentary about some immortals?"
Oh right!
Zhao Yi was taken aback, feeling it was a bit strange.
Because the documentary was so scientific that he had completely forgotten what it was originally about.
But the title of the third episode made his heart skip a beat—"Encountering Immortals."
The episode began with the entrance of a nursing home, the ancient-style main building seemingly hiding countless secrets.
The documentary’s host continued narrating:
"The cultivation of Jiushan No. 2 and the realization of controlled nuclear fusion ultimately relate to one person, one immortal."
"Today, we are fortunate to visit him."
Zhao Yi couldn’t help but swallow hard.
The camera moved inside, passing through the main building and into the backyard.
Zheng Fa appeared on the screen.
Seeing Zheng Fa’s youthful face, modern attire, and gentle eyes, Zhao Yi couldn’t help but wonder:
Who is this?
An immortal’s attendant?
Not quite…
Until the host called out, "Director Zheng!"
He nearly jumped out of his seat.
"This is the immortal?"
He looked at his mother in disbelief.
Zhao’s mother shook her head, "Doesn’t look like it."
Exactly!
This person looked like the most ordinary college student.
Aside from being a bit taller, having a fairer complexion, and brighter eyes, he didn’t seem special at all.
It’s not that immortals had to be old men.
But at the very least, they should have some ethereal quality, right?
But… Zheng Fa smiled at the camera, seemingly greeting the audience.
The host continued, "Director Zheng, thank you for joining our program…"
It really was him!
But…
If it weren’t for the previous appearances of Old Hou and so many nuclear physics experts in this documentary, he would have almost lost his temper.
Even if he held it in, doubts still swirled in his mind. Could it be…
He suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Is that person in the sun him?"
Zhao’s mother thought for a moment, "He does look a bit like him."
Waves of emotion surged in Zhao Yi’s heart as he watched the person on the screen suddenly raise his hand, stopping the host from speaking.
Zheng Fa looked up at the sky and smiled, "You really don’t give up, do you?"
With such a significant change in the sun, it naturally wouldn’t only affect the domestic scene.
Countries around the world were probably filled with suspicion.
Zheng Fa knew that in recent days, the entire Hongshan seemed to be under scrutiny, some of it coming from strange individuals down the mountain.
This was normal; as Zheng Fa grew more confident, many discerning individuals could easily understand the uniqueness of Hongshan.
Some of the scrutiny came from… the sky.
Now, for the sake of the experiment, Zheng Fa wasn’t constantly using the "Ling Shan Method." The spiritual energy produced by the Fusang tree in the air, possibly due to its type, didn’t seem to affect modern equipment much.
This led to—Hongshan’s ability to counteract satellite surveillance wasn’t always that strong.
Just like now.
Previously, he had only slightly used two spells to interfere with the satellites—relatively mild.
But this time, it seemed the other side had gone a bit too far…
Zhao Yi watched as the person on the screen pointed to the sky, and a series of howls echoed from the speaker.
The camera suddenly panned up, revealing a streak of fire across the sky, a silvery object flying from beyond the heavens, gracefully landing in the nursing home’s yard, as if it were returning home.
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