Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Do Immortal Artifacts not deceive Immortal Artifacts?

Immortal Artifacts specifically trick Immortal Artifacts!

Then from not far away, there was a thunderous explosion!

The enormous stone blocking the doorway was cut into pieces, with rolling dust, bursting out!

"Ying!"

"Awo!"

The foxes fled in panic, running far away before stopping to look back.

When the dust settled, they could see amid the rubble a depleted Immortal Sword, twitching like a stranded fish, struggling and about to dry out.

And not far from the doorway, the huge stone blocking the door was already shattered and removed, revealing a dark entrance.

The foxes widened their eyes and grinned with joy.

At this moment...

Dong...

A melodious bell sound wafted through the wind.

Unknowingly, the afternoon had passed, and it was time to clock out?

The foxes hesitated, looked at the deep, dark entrance, and exchanged glances. After reaching a consensus...

"Ying ying ying!"

"Awo awo awo!"

"Ying ying ying!"

...First go back to eat, and report to the master!

Such a strange stone palace, such a dark entrance, better leave it to the master!

...

"Could it be that we’ve dug up the stone palace storing the knowledge of the Root System Domain?"

In the main hall of the dormitory, Bai Mo held Quanquan Hu, hugged White Ears, and frowned.

"The literature says the Root System Domain is the most lethal.

"It doesn’t even require the Great Immortal Technique. Knowledge related to Life Absorption, Violent Mashing, and Growth Induction is already bloody enough.

"This stone palace, for storing such Immortal Techniques, is quite suitable."

This is highly possible!

Let’s go check it out tomorrow!

In the main hall, the fox apprentices were still forming circles, either boasting and chatting or practicing swordsmanship and boxing.

White Claw sat in the boasting circle, habitually clutching his paws, looking aloof, ignoring the feeble Immortal Sword flying shakily.

They heard the Immortal Sword ask again.

"Who exactly is White Claw?!"

It remained aloof, waiting for the Flying Sword to move shakily to the next circle to continue asking.

It just learned that in Quanquan Hu’s mouth, it had turned into a Sword Saint capable of cleaving a giant stone over five meters thick!

Before the Immortal Sword forgot about this, it decided to lay low for a bit!

...

Autumn in the West State was getting colder.

Outside the window, the leaves were gone, leaving only bare branches.

Fang Xiaoyu sat at the computer desk, opened Taobao, and together with Bai Mo’s fox apprentice Mung Bean Cake, they were looking at children’s clothes!

"Awo?"

Seeing Mung Bean Cake’s Fox Claw point to a piece, Fang Xiaoyu grinned.

"I knew you’d like this, the same trench coat as Expert Bai Mo, right?"

Wu Qingyun sat across from her, scribbling non-stop, writing draft papers one after another, drawing diagrams repeatedly, but the more she wrote, the more chaotic she became, and the more irritated she got, as if she was stumped.

Bai Mo sat at his desk, quickly finished today’s work, sent private messages to Professor Anxi and Professor Qin, and got briefed on their recent tasks. With that, today’s affairs were all handled!

He picked up his hot tea, took a sip, just about to look at the Root System Domain literature of the present world, when suddenly a message popped up in the bottom right corner of his computer. Upon opening it, it turned out to be from Wan Bocheng.

[Expert Bai Mo! Help! Help!]

[My brother’s happiness for the second half of life depends on you]

[Help me solve this math problem]

[Everyone in class is struggling with this question, even Chu Mian is, but no one can solve it]

[If you solve it for me, I might impress Chu Mian and gain happiness for the rest of my life!]

[Image]

Bai Mo was quite speechless.

Was Wan Bocheng really that desperate?

To impress a girl, he even came to him?

[She’s an exchange student, she might leave any day]

Wan Bocheng replied instantly.

[No! She said she’s afraid of the Sakura Region, she doesn’t want to go back, she wants to stay!]

Bai Mo didn’t know much about this woman, casually opened the problem Wan Bocheng sent. It seemed to be a classroom lecture captured on a phone, judging by the handwriting, it looked like a thought question left by Professor Meng Song, their physics teacher?

"Assume there exists a special space that satisfies the following rules..."

This problem was quite long, Bai Mo read through it carefully.

"...need to achieve the following effects..."

After reading more than half, Bai Mo looked up at Wu Qingyun.

Was her table full of draft papers about solving this thing?

Bai Mo had long heard that Old Professor Meng Song was solid in his skills and strong in his abilities, but the old man had a quirk...he liked to tease students. The thinking questions he left behind were often nonsensical, meant only for "thinking" and not actual "problems" to be solved.

"...Please act as a designer and try to design the shape and contour of this space."

Another constructive question?

Bai Mo read through the problem statement again, frowned, and pondered for a while.

"This seems interesting?"

He stared at the problem statement, pondering for a few more minutes.

"This problem appears complex, but...well, it is indeed pretty complex. But it seems there might be a solution?"

Bai Mo opened the code editor, hesitated for a moment, and began typing away.

He typed line by line, adding more and more code as the page kept scrolling down...for a whole half hour, he typed out a large file.

Bai Mo didn’t even check it, just smiled and sent the file to Professor Fang.

[Please, when you have a moment, and when the supercomputer is free, help me run this.]

[It’s not official business.]

[No rush.]

"Using the supercomputer again..."

It wasn’t that he habitually relied on it, but simply that this problem, if tackled manually, would have an astronomical amount of calculations and wouldn’t be realistic.

Professor Fang replied immediately.

[What a coincidence!]

[I actually have time now!]

[The supercomputer is currently idle!]

[Please wait a moment!]

Bai Mo tugged at the corners of his mouth.

He used to think Professor Fang was quite straightforward, but now he’s become so smooth and learned to flatter?

He was about to tell Professor Fang not to delay his legitimate work when Old Fang had already replied.

[It’s deployed!]

[It’s running!]

Bai Mo gave an awkward smile, considered for a moment, confirmed Old Fang had no urgent work recently, and said nothing more.

He opened the expert database and continued reading the current world’s root system literature.

"The root systems of the current world aren’t very aggressive. But this system of study is worth learning."

As he read, half an hour passed.

Professor Fang sent another message.

[Your code is still running, no results yet, please wait.]

Bai Mo nodded.

The computational demand of that thing is indeed a bit terrifying.

How did Old Professor Meng Song come up with such a strange problem?

He continued reading papers, inadvertently skimming through one after another.

The tea brewed by his apprentice Mung Bean Cake was also finished in two large cups.

Looking at the time, another hour had passed.

Professor Fang reported the running status again.

[Your code is still running, the supercomputer is still a bit loaded, haha.]

Bai Mo gave an awkward smile.

He didn’t expect, for Wan Bocheng to flirt, he took up the supercomputer for so long?

Won’t help him next time.

Just as he was about to continue reading the papers, Professor Fang suddenly sent another message.

[The result is out, it’s beautiful, haha.]

Beautiful?

Bai Mo opened the file sent by Professor Fang and saw the program had remarkably fitted a bizarre three-dimensional diagram.

It was a thirty-six-sided prism twisted into a strange braid shape.

But upon closer inspection, it did seem to have some aesthetic appeal?

Bai Mo grinned, opened Wan Bocheng’s chat window, and was about to drag the file in.

But the next moment, his computer screen suddenly flashed red with fireworks effects!

Amidst the rising and bursting fireworks, a customized window from the Secret Brain Office popped up.

[Sorry]

[We genuinely never expected you to solve this problem]

[In fact, this was a research direction we had given up on]

[We used to think it impossible, a dead end]

[A seemingly hopeful but actually impassable, actually at-the-end-of-the-road dead end]

[That’s exactly why Old Professor Meng Song, like a prank, set it as a thinking problem for the students]

[Its importance exceeds your imagination]

[Therefore, we cannot pass it to your colleague, and moreover, cannot let it be seen by the Sakura People]

[We can’t disclose to you what exactly it is right now]

[We also find it hard to express our astonishment and joy]

[We’ve already arranged for specialists to verify your findings promptly]

[The spark of your thinking is the most precious flame of human civilization]