Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Chapter 614 - 335: Following Us? Beat Him Up!

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"This group of Fallen Immortals, they’re too brutal!

"The Holy Land Saint Child, the Master of Bright Objects, whom they’ve kidnapped, how tragic a fate!

"Once they’ve helped the Fallen Immortals complete the research, surely the Fallen Immortals won’t spare their lives."

Bai Mo flipped through the copper plates, seeing the results they researched in their final moments.

"These... these results, are all blood-stained.

"Every stroke is tainted with blood.

"Carrying their painful wails, it’s their death knell.

"Such research results... must not be wasted, I need to study them diligently!"

Pa!

Bai Mo slapped the copper plate onto the table, while reading the documents, he picked up a pen and started learning with utmost seriousness.

Before long, after finishing a stack of copper plates, he left behind two pages of notes.

Suddenly Bai Mo heard the sound of a car stopping at the entrance of the great hall.

Swoosh...

It was Quanquan Hu, along with Black Ears and White Ears, jumping off the car, hugging freshly dug copper plates, and rushing into the great hall.

"Ying ying ying!"

"Aow aow aow!"

"Ying ying ying!"

This pile consisted of documents freshly retrieved from other treasure troves, clean and untainted by dirt, needing no cleansing.

The three foxes directly hugged them over to their master’s desk, and then "swoosh swoosh swoosh" jumped into their master’s arms, their chubby heads rubbing against their master’s clothes, nudging their master’s chest.

Bai Mo chuckled and patted the chubby bellies of his three disciples.

"Quanquan Hu, that floral crown on your head, this..."

Quanquan Hu raised its head and chest proudly and smiled with satisfaction!

The floral crown on its head was woven from willow branches and fresh flowers, carrying a fresh scent of plants, vibrant and beautiful.

The key point was that this floral crown was woven in the shape of a base, perfectly placing the Bronze Mask atop.

In this way, Quanquan Hu could enshrine the Bronze Mask on its own head.

Quanquan Hu chatted in fox language, gesturing and explaining.

"Ying ying ying, aow aow ying ying..."

...The mask had already helped it open four treasure troves, and now the mask was its best brother! In its ranking of closeness, it could be placed at 10,001st! The first place, of course, was their master, followed by 9,999 senior and junior martial siblings, and immediately after was the Bronze Mask!

The relationship between it and the Bronze Mask was rock solid, ironclad!

Bai Mo saw this Bronze Mask, seemingly not fully understanding Quanquan Hu’s intentions, lying on Quanquan Hu’s floral crown, grinning with joy and pride.

"Um... this... is quite good."

After a short rest, the disciples drank the tea on their master’s table, savored the snacks on the table, and then left again to continue excavating, back to work.

Bai Mo also lowered his head and continued reading the newly unearthed documents.

These bronze plates varied in size.

The smaller ones were as large as plates, while the larger ones were like wheels.

But without exception, the text on them was very small.

Many even came with diagrams.

To Bai Mo’s surprise, these Fallen Immortals were quite rigorous in cultivating Great Immortal Techniques! They didn’t put much emphasis on metaphysics, but rather on science!

"This is... um... orthographic projections? And cross-sectional views?

"These Fallen Immortals really like drawing."

One copper plate was engraved with thumbnail-sized drawings.

Even more incongruously, these drawings had scales marked on them!

Every drawing had meticulous notes below!

Bai Mo observed for a long time.

"Tsk tsk... They practice Immortal Techniques more rigorously than modern academics?"

After pondering for a while, Bai Mo felt something was wrong.

"In modern academia, rigor is a matter of perspective.

"For Fallen Immortals researching Great Immortal Techniques, lacking rigor could cost them their lives in confrontation.

"This is a life-and-death matter for them, being rigorous seems quite justified?"

With a grin, Bai Mo continued reading.

[... I researched Qinghua Rain for two hundred years, gained some insights in the first fifty years, made some progress in the next fifty, then felt led astray for fifty years. In the last fifty years, I frequently evaded the Celestial Immortal’s assassination attempts, fled in the wilderness, fed on tree bark, quenched thirst with rain, but felt as though my earlier works might not have been wrong. Today I’ll jot down my insights...]

Bai Mo caressed the text on the copper plates, eyes wide, examining this Ancient Immortal’s research results.

The language was obscure, not clearly descriptive.

[... Sometimes not consuming, yet impoverished; sometimes not measuring, yet infinite...]

[... The infinite does not impede, perhaps in fullness or lack...]

Below were some bizarre diagrams and formulas, causing Bai Mo to ponder deeply.

"Um... could it be... this fellow almost discovered calculus?"

With suspicion, Bai Mo examined the Fallen Immortal’s research again and indeed!

This fellow, an alchemist, researching Qinghua Rain daily, almost stumbled upon calculus!

Smacking his lips, Bai Mo switched to another plate, continuing to study.

This Ancient Immortal was also of the scholarly type.

[... I observed the wind in nature, likening it to blood in veins...]

[... To study the wind of Qinghua Rain, I captured three thousand people, formed a lab, researched their blood daily...]

[... This research was arduous, often resulting in the death of test subjects. Their deaths meant nothing, but the key was that blood ceased to flow, making further study impossible, so I had to risk capturing new ones from cities...]

[... After only a hundred and thirty years, I finally reached a conclusion...]

Bai Mo furrowed his brow, examining the conclusion.

It was a formula written in Alchemy Dao sequence.

With a glance, Bai Mo furrowed his brow.

"The one earlier nearly researched calculus.

"And this one, derived the Bernoulli equation of fluid dynamics?"

Bai Mo looked again at the pile of copper plates beside the desk.

Reflecting on how wild this group of Fallen Immortals was, yet acknowledging their capabilities!




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