Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

"The idea of the brain-in-a-vat among the Fallen Immortals is quite different; they directly plunder others’ brains, exploit others’ computing power, and only use it themselves without suffering any side effects."

Bai Mo absolutely does not plan to modify his own brain like the Ancient Immortals... This technical route is too foolish and somewhat gains nothing in return.

But perhaps the brain-in-a-vat idea of the Fallen Immortals is worth a try?

Although he doesn’t have a brain-in-a-vat, he does have the Ghost Eye Machine Room, which is less difficult to maintain and definitely not inferior in performance!

"Speaking of which, how exactly do the Fallen Immortals operate their brain-in-a-vat?

"From brain-in-a-vat, then to Qinghua Rain, shouldn’t there be some kind of software, driver program in between?

"Why is there no record of it in this pile of documents from the Marquis?"

...

The night is pale, and the wind roars.

Inside the grand dormitory of Fox Mountain.

Quanquan Hu, White Ears, Black Ears, and a group of foxes are raising wine glasses, dancing in circles, shaking heads and waiving tails, very joyful!

"Yingyingying!"

"Ow ow ow!"

"Yingyingying!"

...As of today, all thirty treasure troves left by Marquis Qing Yue in those years have been opened!

The floral crown serving as a base for the mask on top of Quanquan Hu’s head has been casually thrown to the side.

The bronze mask floats beside, with a peculiar expression, watching a group of foxes drink intoxicatedly, and dance joyfully, suddenly realizing... Damn, foxes are also canines!

Beside the bedside.

Bai Mo sifted through a pile of newly unearthed copper plates, his divine sense like the wind, roughly scanning the text on each plaque.

"This piece... talks about Ancient Immortals stimulating the brain, useless.

"This piece... discusses Ancient Immortals amplifying the brain, garbage.

"This piece... also talks about Ancient Immortals stimulating the brain? Also useless."

The heap of literature the Marquis collected like treasures surprisingly all narrates the Immortal Technique used by Ancient Immortals to stimulate and amplify their brains!

"Where is the software, algorithms, driver used when the Fallen Immortals use the brain-in-a-vat to activate Qinghua Rain?"

As Bai Mo flipped through, he felt increasingly disheartened.

Beside him, the fox apprentices Dirty Bun and Braised Pork Bun, using fox claws to help their master sift through documents, were also disheartened together with their master.

Previously, when learning the Immortal Techniques from garbage stone slabs, documents were often incomplete or damaged, but Bai Mo was mentally steady. He knew it was trash, so missing pieces were normal.

But now, in this Marquis’s collection of Immortal Technique literature, why can’t he find what he wants?

It’s really puzzling!

Sifting to the last piece...

"Eh? Is this another handwriting by Marquis Qing Yue? What is she writing?"

Bai Mo suddenly remembered, the Marquis was also a top expert in the Qinghua Rain technique!

"Did she also modify her brain?"

...

In the brightly lit grand hall.

Yangpeng Lake lay on the bed, motionless.

The plump belly naturally bulged out, slightly rising and falling with the breath.

Miao Shou Ancient Immortal sat next to him, clattering on the computer keyboard, inputting a heap of chaotic code onto the black screen.

Occasionally, he reached out to touch the apprentice’s internal organs, joints, pulse, etc., inputting the observed data into the program.

Not far away on the cabinet, CPUs and graphics cards were placed within a freezing array to ensure cooling, sometimes emitting a slight electrical whine.

"Heading to West State... it doesn’t quite feel secure.

"From Sequence Seven to Sequence Six, it doesn’t count as a qualitative change.

"If we want to go steadily, and then beautifully get things done, a Great Immortal Technique is indispensable.

"This thing..."

Yangpeng Lake turned his head, looking at his master with a grin.

"Master, are you going to teach me a Great Immortal Technique?"

Miao Shou Immortal paused for a moment.

"Teach you?

"Uh...

"Well... there’s not enough time for that.

"Relying solely on learning, to master a Great Immortal Technique, at least it takes thirty to fifty years, at most one to two hundred years, not that easy."

Yangpeng Lake froze, confirming he didn’t mishear.

"Master... isn’t there such a thing as learning it in ten days or half a month..."

Miao Shou Ancient Immortal reached out and patted the apprentice’s fat hand.

"This... I have indeed heard, heard that someone in history mastered a Great Immortal Technique within a hundred days.

"But that is just a legend.

"Anyway, I’ve only heard of them, never seen a living one."

Yangpeng Lake pondered for a long time, then suddenly broke into a broad smile.

"So, does that mean, even if the West State Boss advances to Sequence Six, he won’t have the Great Immortal Technique?"

Miao Shou Ancient Immortal nodded.

"It’s unlikely for him to have it."

Yangpeng Lake became even more excited.

"Master, can you, um... create a simple Great Immortal Technique and teach it to me?"

Miao Shou Ancient Immortal stopped his coding, glanced sideways at his disciple, looked at him for a long while, then reached out to touch his forehead.

"Since you’re not feverish, stop spouting such nonsense."

...

Bai Mo sat on the bed with the Dirty Bun and Braised Pork Bun, examining the document left by the Marquis.

[... My Cyan Flower Rain Great Immortal Technique is incredibly powerful!]

[The Princes of the Holy Land do not use this move]

[The Flowing Fire Emperor seems to have never used it either]

[In that count, I should be the strongest user of Cyan Flower Rain in the Dan Kingdom!]

[Hahaha, not only the strongest, but also the most beautiful user!]

Bai Mo tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Did the Marquis believe that this Copper Plate would be locked away in the treasury forever, so he poured out his arrogant thoughts?

[My brain has never been stimulated or enhanced]

[But in my childhood, I did have a great opportunity]

[That year I was Sequence Eight, pursuing a Fallen Immortal for a thousand miles, crossing mountains and ridges, until in Xuechi Mountain, on the summit in the Snow Nest Basin, I finally killed that beast]

[That day in the Snow Nest Basin, the snow was several yards thick, the sky was chilling, and the white-haired wind could freeze an Immortal’s ears]

[I was only Sequence Eight after all, my ears were quickly frostbitten, frozen in pain and numbness, and even after the pursuit was over, I couldn’t hear anything from my ears]

[Yet, just as I was leaving, I heard music]

[It was the sound of metal ringing, the laughter of Heaven and Earth, carrying the joy of birth]

[More colorful than chime bells, more majestic than great drums, crisper than bronze gongs, more melodious than Xun flutes]

[The wild winds of the sky were thrown into disarray, the clouds were rolled back, the entire snow mountain was excited, and the heavy snow exploded into cascades like rushing horses]

[Hearing that music, I smiled, my mind cleared, and from then on, my memory, reaction speed, spatial imagination... all the functions of my brain grew stronger day by day]

[My later performance of Cyan Flower Rain required brain functions that arose from this]

[You could say, my appearance is a gift from Heaven, but my strength comes ninety percent from my own efforts, though perhaps that ten percent came from that fortune]

Bai Mo was utterly confused.

"A mysterious melody on the snow mountain?

"The Marquis wasn’t just boasting, right?

"What exactly was that thing?"

[This secret lay buried in my heart for many years, never spoken to anyone]

[Until nearly a thousand years later, when I led the Pill Palace, I secretly returned to Xuechi Mountain with the disciples of the Pill Palace, trying to find that opportunity again]

[But... the former Xuechi Mountain had already been occupied by the Profound Spear Holy Land of Artifact Country]

[And I also understood the reason behind it, the great fortune then, the music that shook the heavens and the snow mountain, was actually a celebration given by the Immortal Dao Order when the Artifact Country forged the Immortal Artifact Wind and Snow Profound Spear]

Huh?

Wind and Snow Profound Spear?

When this Immortal Artifact was forged, Heaven and Earth held a celebration?

The Marquis Qing Yue heard the sound of the celebration, and thus improved his brain’s potential?

Bai Mo could understand, people and their constitutions differ. The Marquis may hear it and enhance his brain functions, but others may not have the same result.

Even so, this so-called "Wind and Snow Profound Spear" is still enough to astonish!

What level of Immortal Artifact is this?

He smacked his lips, seeing the last line of the Marquis’s document.

[... I have also acquired many insights into using brain vats from Ancient Immortals, various methods and techniques they use to wield Cyan Flower Rain with brain vats]

Bai Mo’s eyes widened.

[But those things are all filthy, unworthy of the righteous path]

[I threw them carelessly into the Great Warehouse and let them rot away over time]

The Great Warehouse?

Bai Mo tugged at the corner of his mouth.

This so-called "Great Warehouse" is left completely unprotected, letting time erode it, mud pour in, rainwater flood it, and weeds grow in it.

The previously excavated ruins had quite a few Great Warehouse relics, and most of the contents were broken, rotten, and very few remained intact.

The documents were all with blurred text.

"The part of the information I wanted... Marquis Qing Yue didn’t value it, even treated it as filthy stuff.

"Well, now it’s over, those things might truly be rotten already..."