Chapter 482
Zhao Yi blinked, confused about what had just happened, but the documentary had very deliberately… cut to a news segment.
"At 15:45 this afternoon, a newly developed reconnaissance satellite from the Mountain Peak Nation experienced a malfunction and fell into a natural reserve within our borders."
"It is reported that there were no casualties."
"The cause of the accident remains unclear."
"We urge all nations to maintain the space environment and reduce space debris…"
Unclear…
Unclear my foot!
You’ve made it pretty obvious, alright!
He paused the video and scrolled down, discovering that the top comment was—"Master, I bow to you, my disciple!"
To be honest, he felt like kneeling in front of the screen to pay his respects.
This was way more exciting than an excavator, wasn’t it?
(End of this chapter)
**Chapter 377: Enrollment Plan, Dao Fruit Diluted**
"You say you’ve cultivated some inner strength. If you could become a disciple, would you be able to become a celestial being in the future?"
Zhao's mother had also seen that top comment and suddenly asked.
Wait, Mom, weren’t you just saying that academics were the priority?
No one knows a child better than their mother. Without Zhao Yi saying a word, his mom understood his thoughts and snorted, "You can’t skip school just to practice martial arts."
She pointed at the screen, "Is that even the same thing?"
It really wasn’t.
Practicing martial arts wouldn’t help him take down a satellite!
Moreover, from the documentary "Seeking Immortality," it seemed that cultivating immortality not only granted immense power but was also linked to various scientific achievements.
If practicing martial arts was like an outdated relic from the past, then the path of cultivating immortality seemed to lead to the future!
Zhao Yi clicked the play button again.
In the program, Zheng Fa first took the host on a tour around the satellite, then made a call to Team Leader Yang, arranging for someone to retrieve it and take it apart for examination.
A wild, unclaimed state-of-the-art satellite was a rare sight!
They then filmed a visit to a nursing home, walking and talking:
"Director Zheng, I prepared a few questions before coming. If you don’t mind…"
Zheng Fa nodded gently on camera.
"The first question: What do you think about some people cultivating inner strength these days?"
"It’s a good thing," Zheng Fa replied with a smile. "When the Jiushan Martial Arts School launched the calisthenics program, the goal was to strengthen the body and improve the overall quality of the populace."
"The ability to cultivate inner strength shows that the calisthenics are effective."
"They must have talent, yes, there’s a good chance they have the aptitude for learning immortal techniques."
Hearing this, Zhao Yi suddenly realized that this calisthenics program was initiated by Director Zheng!
In recent days, the emergence of inner strength had completely transformed Zhao Yi’s life and that of others.
The source was actually Director Zheng.
The figures in the sun, the Jiushan No. 1 that was in high demand at the supermarket, the legendary inner strength.
Looking at Zheng Fa’s face, he no longer saw youth and naivety; instead, he felt…
Profound and unfathomable!
Beside him, Zhao's mother was a bit excited too, pulling some strings: "Director Zheng says you have talent!"
"Maybe you really could become his disciple in the future."
Zhao Yi’s eyes sparkled.
His mind began to wander.
The host then asked:
"As far as I know, many people are very curious about immortals and the practice of immortality. I’ve heard that there are methods of cultivating immortality taught at the nursing home. Will you be accepting disciples in the future?"
This question made Zhao Yi and his mother tense up.
In the footage, Zheng Fa nodded again.
Both of them broke into smiles.
"Accepting disciples? Not for now, but a Research Institute for Immortal Cultivation will be established in Hongshan."
"Research Institute for Immortal Cultivation? Will you teach methods of cultivation there?"
The host voiced Zhao Yi’s inner question.
"Yes."
"Then how can one join this institute?"
Zhao Yi held his breath, a flurry of answers flashing through his mind—like testing for spiritual roots, assessing aptitude, evaluating temperament, and maybe even crossing some grand formation…
"…Go to college."
Huh?
What did you say?
Zhao Yi’s mouth dropped open.
Zheng Fa continued, "Starting next year, the Research Institute for Immortal Cultivation will collaborate with major universities to enroll students through direct admission and graduate entrance exams."
"Exams?"
"The specific exam scope and number of enrollments will be announced in a notice."
After hearing this, Zhao Yi couldn’t focus on the rest of the video; his mind was a chaotic mess.
Director Zheng’s message was simple—this path of cultivating immortality had no place for fools!
It might even be primarily based on academic ability.
"You can do it!" Zhao's mother seemed to completely forget her earlier talk about dropping out, stating firmly, "If you dare to skip school, you’ll be working on a construction site tomorrow…"
Zhao Yi thought for a moment. Although he wasn’t particularly diligent, his studies were actually quite good, consistently ranking in the top fifty, and with a bit of luck, he could even break into the top twenty—especially since cultivating inner strength had improved his memory and energy.
With this body, if he put in some effort, getting into a prestigious university would be easy; even a top ten school was within reach.
He sorted through Director Zheng’s words and understood the underlying message of the program—
Inner strength was impressive, but there were already great immortals in the world, so don’t get too ahead of yourself.
Keep learning and keep moving forward.
He opened the group chat, and sure enough, everyone was discussing the documentary, even changing the group name to "Immortal Cultivation Reserves."
Previously, the energetic guys in the group were all restless, talking about martial arts techniques.
In their messages, they seemed eager to venture into the world, ready to use their iron fists to right the wrongs of the world.
At the very least, they wanted to be live-streaming martial gods.
Now…
"Anyone want to set up a live study session? Let’s do it together!"
"Countdown to the graduate entrance exam: 1256 days!"
"Any math geniuses? Looking for a tutor, paid! I’m a girl, here’s my pic, no edits!"
It was all very…
Upbeat.
He scrolled through, noticing that the previously active figure, Wu Shuang, was missing.
"Where’s Wu Shuang?"
"He left the group."
Someone replied.
Zhao Yi was taken aback, immediately understanding.
As someone who was always at the bottom of the class, Wu Shuang… probably found it hard to adapt to this atmosphere.
He must have been overwhelmed.
…
Zheng Fa was also peeking into the group.
Not just any group, but his high school class group.
Years had passed, and most of his classmates were about to graduate; some were looking for jobs, while others were preparing for graduate school.
In fact, this high school class group was nearly dead.
But today…
"WTF…"
"WTF…"
"…"
Everyone was alive, but they had all turned into parrots.
A bald guy with a profile picture chimed in: "WTF… Is that Zheng Fa?"
Isn’t that Old Chen?
Old Chen spoke up, and the other classmates seemed to find their voices:
"Absolutely!"
"A bit taller, a bit fairer, but still surnamed Zheng. I even saw Tang Lingwu; it must be him!"
"No wonder Tang Lingwu…"
Now everyone was enlightened.
Why had Tang Lingwu been close to Zheng Fa back then?
Previously, everyone thought it was because Zheng Fa had something special…
Now… it was clear that Tang Lingwu had some serious skills!
They had all missed out on a huge opportunity!
After a long discussion in the group, Old Chen disappeared again, only to return a few hours later with a picture showing the old-style residential building where Zheng Fa had lived for many years.
At the entrance of the hallway, there was now a large black marble plaque with golden characters inscribed:
"Zheng Fa’s Former Residence"
Zheng Fa had no words to say… it made it seem like he had died.
He hadn’t even sold the house yet; although he wouldn’t be living there again, it was his parents’ legacy, and since he wasn’t short on money, he decided to keep it.
Aunt Ye, Tang Lingwu’s mother, still hired someone to help clean it.
Sometimes Zheng Fa couldn’t help but sigh; when everyone thought those big shots were arrogant, perhaps it was these people who were better at winning people over.
The discussions in the high school group reflected just how wide-reaching and rapid the impact of this documentary was.
He had initially agreed to film this documentary to respond to the changes brought by the Fusang tree.
Most importantly, he wanted to conduct an experiment to see if it could trigger further changes in the Dao fruit of the demon emperor.
As for the rest—fame, former residences, and such—he didn’t really care much.
He closed his phone, his consciousness diving into his body, looking at the still half-virtual, half-real Fusang tree, wanting to see if there was any difference from before.
It seemed like there wasn’t much change?
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