Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

The fierce wind blew into the Bronze Hall.

Bai Mo held a Copper Plate, sipping hot tea as he read, occasionally nodding and sometimes appearing to understand something profound.

The fox apprentices, Small and Big Eyes and Butterfly Knot, squatted beside their master on the long sofa, looking up at the images in mid-air, monitoring a group of Immortal Thief Successors in West State.

"Whew..."

Small and Big Eyes blew on the cup of hot tea held in its paws.

"Howl!"

Butterfly Knot popped a piece of candied fruit into its mouth.

The recent records were all retrieved from the treasure trove; they were clean enough, neither requiring washing nor much sorting. These two had nothing to do, so they temporarily acted as supervisors, watching over the Immortal Thief Heirs in West State.

The master had said, if any of them did anything outrageous, then take them out!

"Ying ying ying, howling?"

Small and Big Eyes pointed to a middle-aged woman in the lower-left corner of the screen, discussing with Butterfly Knot whether her stealing a gold chain from a jeweler counted as outrageous.

"Howl howl howl, ying ying?"

Butterfly Knot pondered for a moment, finding it hard to evaluate.

If the woman stole the gold chain from Fox Mountain, that would definitely be extremely outrageous, needing immediate action!

But the chain she stole had nothing to do with Fox Mountain... This matter could possibly be rectified in the future, so perhaps it isn’t worth alerting her now?

The two foxes frowned, with heavy expressions and serious manner, contemplating for a long time before deciding to put a mark against this minor thief’s name.

After all... foxes are known for having a broad perspective!

...

Bai Mo looked at the records, casually plucking a piece of candied fruit into his mouth.

"Hmm, this one is quite nice."

The newly made candied fruits from the canteen were covered with lots of sesame seeds, and containing various nuts inside, tasting fragrant and sweet, with a soft and sticky texture, yet crunchy nuts could still be chewed!

"It’s said that many people engaged in mental work enjoy eating some sweets.

"Because the brain needs to consume blood sugar for energy.

"A higher sugar level can keep their minds clear."

Bai Mo took a sip of tea, smacking his lips.

Not only do modern people have this saying, but even Ancient Immortals did as well.

In the literature of Marquis Qing Yue, this notion was clearly recorded.

[...Simultaneously controlling a large number of petals requires the consumption of a terrifying amount of mental energy, and before executing this technique, one must intake enough sugar to provide sufficient energy, ensuring the brain’s endurance and physical strength...]

[...The predecessors once researched some special little techniques of storing sugar specifically for the brain...]

This was followed by a lengthy section on the Immortal Technique.

Bai Mo continued to read and think, occasionally making some notes on his tablet.

There was always a sense that there was something off about this little technique?

He went through it from start to end, pondering for several minutes, finally realizing.

"Oh, this technique... still ends up damaging the brain, after all!

"Though the damage isn’t huge, nor obvious, it has a bit of a side effect in the end, a very subtle side effect, that’s hard to avoid."

The brain, after all, is an overly precise instrument, an overly delicate organ. It has its natural laws, its own balance. Even Immortals may face side effects when trying to manipulate the brain directly.

Bai Mo smacked his lips, reflecting a bit.

"Such a technique, when used on people, let it be.

"Later, I’ll arrange it for the Ghost Eye Machine Room.

"Adjust the formula and feeding method for the Hundred Flowers Juice.

"After all, the Ghost Eye is quite sturdy, not fearing side effects."

Putting down the Copper Plate in his hand, he moved to the next one.

"Ah?

"This... the operation of storing sugar for the brain is just child’s play?

"The Ancient Immortals were this harsh on themselves?"

[...To enhance the brain’s temporary performance for the convenience of using Qinghua Rain, Mola Holy Land once created a secret awakening medicine from seventy-eight types of wild fungi materials. After consumption, it could temporarily amplify brain function threefold, with extremely terrifying performance...]

[...Mola Holy Land declared this medicine had no side effects...]

No side effects?

Bai Mo frowned, finding it hard to believe.

[...However, Celestial Palace noticed that the incidence of dementia among the Masters of Communication in Mola Holy Land was the highest in all of Dan Kingdom...]

Bai Mo was left in silence.

He picked up his tea cup, took a sip, finding it hard to comment.

The record contained the prescription for the fungus awakening secret medicine from Mola Holy Land.

Bai Mo picked up a pen and copied it onto his tablet, planning to research it later.

Same as always... this thing can’t be given to people, but to help the Ghost Eye Machine Room with temporary overclocking, it might just work.

After all, the Ghost Eye is quite sturdy.

[...Nanyu Holy Land once researched a special Immortal Technique to stimulate brain development from a young age, making the brain larger, with a greater cerebral cortex area, enabling these test subjects to gain stronger mental abilities... not entirely for Qinghua Rain...]

Upon seeing this, Bai Mo found it even harder to make an evaluation.

The children who joined the experiments from a young age, do they understand who changed their destinies?

Do they understand the consequences of such things?

[...Later, this experiment was urgently halted by the Celestial Palace because even though these subjects had stronger brain capabilities, during the ascension ceremonies, they were prone to bizarre and unpredictable mutations...]

The basic theory of this experiment was also recorded by the Marquis.

Bai Mo smacked his lips, copying this principle onto his tablet, planning further research.

Same as always... the Ghost Eye is quite sturdy, and while this method can’t be used on humans, perhaps it could assist in the development of the Ghost Eye?

As he worked through piece by piece, Bai Mo finished one Copper Plate after another, with pages of notes accumulating on his tablet.

"Immortals and Fallen Immortals... there is indeed a difference.

"Immortals conduct various experiments to increase mental abilities, quite ruthlessly. Yet they are harsh on themselves, harsh on their descendants. Through extreme means, they aim to enhance their mental performance or that of their descendants.