Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Knows how to run electrical wiring and install light bulbs.

Can install motorized roller doors.

Can set up robotic vacuum cleaners.

Knows how to assemble a computer.

Can even read English documents online, and even program and write software.

At this moment, the little old man is sitting on the sofa beside him, holding a laptop, typing away with a clatter.

The little old man has his hair cut into a flat top, his beard shaved clean, dressed in a well-fitted pure cotton tracksuit. If not told he’s an Ancient Immortal, at first glance, he looks just like a retired university professor!

"Master, you really know how to program?"

Miao Shou Ancient Immortal looked up and rolled his eyes.

"If I don’t know, do you know?

"You kid, born in such a good era, where all skills are online for you to learn, and you still don’t go learn them, can’t even learn them?

"Ha, when I was young, learning something new was exhausting!

"Once, to steal a scroll of the Immortal Technique Silk Book, I almost got caught and beaten to death by the Holy Land.

"Not like you guys, living so happily, with so many technical documents available online for free, anyone can see them, without spending a penny!"

The little old man picked up the laptop.

"Go, go fetch me a complete version of React from the current world!

"Do you know what that is? Can you download it?"

Yangpeng Lake twitched his mouth.

Miao Shou Ancient Immortal sighed, frowned, and the white mist around him rose as he called Little Mushroom back.

"Go, help Master get a React from the current world."

Little Mushroom frowned.

"Master, isn’t that a front-end framework? What’s the use of downloading it?"

Miao Shou Ancient Immortal smiled smugly.

"It’s just to make a front-end for easy interaction.

"Your Master, I, just manually coded a computing organization scheduling software to gather all our computers and build a supercomputer! "

He smacked his lips, somewhat regretfully.

"What a pity, in our situation, even using some computing power requires all this trouble.

"Once your senior brother makes a name for himself in West State and opens up opportunities... we’ll have better computing machines, those machines, more useful, warmer!"

...

In the Bronze Hall.

Bai Mo is sitting behind the desk, reading documents.

In the floating images in the sky, heirs of the Immortal Thief are shown one by one.

Small and Big Eyes, and Butterfly Knot, leaned beside the master’s desk, helping organize documents, occasionally looking up at the images, sometimes marveling at this group’s peculiar and bizarre Thief Skills.

"Ying ying ying!"

"Aow aow aow!"

A thief in the image just now, actually on the street, stole one layer of a double-layer meat patty burger someone had just bought!

A burger missing a layer of meat, can it still be delicious?

"Ao?"

The customer who took a bite of the burger, finding it lacking a layer of meat, ran back to argue with the burger shop!

The two foxes stared wide-eyed in amazement... this thief eating with oil dripping from his mouth is truly too evil!

Bai Mo picked up a teacup, took a sip.

Glanced at the surveillance images, then ignored it, continuing to read the documents.

[... Qinghua Rain’s cultivation is divided into two parts]

[The first part is to enhance the power of individual petals]

[The second part is to increase the number of controllable petals]

[Controlling five thousand petals, can be considered as mastering the Great Immortal Technique]

[Controlling twenty thousand petals, can be considered as Small Success in the Great Immortal Technique]

[Controlling fifty thousand petals, can be considered as Great Success in the Great Immortal Technique]

Bai Mo reads while pondering.

For Great Immortal Techniques like Qinghua Rain, the more petals, the more terrifying the aoe power.

[The Qinghua Rain used by Fallen Immortals is generally more powerful than that of Celestial Immortals]

[They can control an astonishing number of petals]

[Even the most ordinary Fallen Immortal can easily control tens of thousands of petals]

Eh?

There’s such a saying?

Bai Mo put down the copper plate he had just finished reading and picked up the next one.

[... Our generation of Immortals, when cultivating Qinghua Rain, often rely on meditation, drugs, massage, acupuncture, etc., to enhance mental limits and increase the number of controllable petals]

[But Fallen Immortals do not consider such things]

[They do not train their brains]

[They use other things to provide computing power]

[Once, I fought fiercely with a Fallen Immortal]

[His Qinghua Rain was extraordinarily terrifying, and when he deployed it, the Full Sky Flower Rain danced in the air]

[I saw his sharp mouth and monkey-like face, not seeming too clever. His head was pointy, estimating that his brain wasn’t big, so how could he control so many petals?]

[Only after I killed him and smashed the Space Medicine Box he carried did I finally understand]

[His Space Medicine Box was ten zhang square]

[The vast space inside was piled with Bluestone Water Tanks]

[Each tank was filled with medicine, soaking pieces of pink brain matter that provided him with computing power!]

Upon seeing this, Bai Mo’s pupils contracted, feeling quite speechless.

"This..."

Previously, when the Black Sparrow Ancient Immortal kidnapped the disciples’ brains to aid in repairing the Knowledge Container, he thought it was some special Immortal Technique.

Unexpectedly, the brains in tanks were actually routine tricks of the Fallen Immortals, their specialty, and daily means!

"If one day an Ancient Immortal descends to the mortal world, wanting to gain computing power, how many massacres would be created? How many brains in tanks would be manufactured?"

Bai Mo smacked his lips and continued to read the document, studying the specific operations of how the Ancient Immortal used brains in tanks to control Qinghua Rain.

...

In the warehouse.

Little Mushroom and Yangpeng Lake stood behind the master, watching the master type lines of code with ten fingers as if dancing through flowers like a butterfly.

Seeing the master occasionally open the front-end code with a browser, click a few times, and debug.

Seeing the webpage made by the master improving and becoming more beautiful at a visible speed!

"Wow, master is really amazing."

"I find that our master has skills in everything, does everything with style."

Miao Shou Ancient Immortal grinned.

"Stop exaggerating."

He picked up the wine jug from the table, opened the lid, and looked inside at the dark liquid surface of the wine.

"Check how the situation is over in the West State?"

Yangpeng Lake and Little Mushroom also stuck their heads over, watching the reflection on the liquid surface together.

The master had mentioned before that letting these dozens of Immortal Thief Successors wander around West State was actually a form of probing!

A probe into the strength, attitude, and Immortal Technique of the West State Boss!

If there were excessive casualties, it would mean the West State Boss’s strength is questionable. Maybe he really is already Sequence Six... Yangpeng Lake cannot enter West State rashly! Even Li Chengjing over there might as well give up. Better hide from West State and seek big business deals elsewhere around the world!

But if these people are still bouncing around unharmed, not caught or killed, they would be much more at ease!

"Still alive?"

"Still alive and well?"

"Previously, a dozen died, but since then, no one has died."

"For now, it seems that West State can be ventured into!"

The master and disciples all grinned.

Little Mushroom suddenly asked.

"Master, if that guy wants great computing power, what would he do?"

"Bring reality into the dream realm to supersede computing?"

"Or use brains in tanks?"

The Ancient Immortal was stunned for a moment.

"This... could all be possible?"

...

What they do not know is, as the Immortal Thief Successors roam the dark corners of West State streets and alleys, under each of their feet lies a small seed.

These seeds might be clamped in the anti-slip grooves of the shoe soles.

Or sticking to the flat soles, not fearing friction.

Or even drilled inside the soles of rubber shoes.

Each seed waits silently.

...

On Fox Mountain, Bai Mo finished reading the technique used by the Ancient Immortal with brains in tanks and pondered for a long time.

"This... Marquis Qing Yue doesn’t have much detailed records on this aspect."

But it didn’t matter; Bai Mo didn’t need brains in tanks. Drawing a bit of insight from the Ancient Immortal’s Immortal Technique alone would suffice.

He sat behind the desk, thought for a long time, then took out a tablet, wrote and drew some, and sorted his thoughts.

He then stood up and called Small and Big Eyes and Butterfly Knot.

"Let’s go, let’s check out our new machine room."

The new machine room is not far from the Bronze Hall, a newly constructed site in an abandoned hall.

Without walking near it, one could smell the sweet fragrance of Hundred Flowers Juice wafting out.

At the door, one sees the spacious hall with pits dug out on the ground.

In the pits are pools of Hundred Flowers Juice.

In the Hundred Flowers Juice are soaked numerous small hills made of Black Ghost Eye!