In the deep darkness of the night, the gale howled, sweeping over the rooftop of the dormitory’s grand hall.
At the center of the hall, Bai Mo sat at the head of the bed, clutching a few Copper Plates, and once again reviewed the Nasal Soup cases recorded on them.
"All eleven cases are here.
"But... it doesn’t seem to be of much help."
Bai Mo furrowed his brows.
He felt rather depressed.
On his tablet, he had already written dozens of pages, analyzing and studying these plans from different fields of the Alchemy Path, but all to no avail.
In fact, the Ancient Immortal’s theoretical system was inherently flawed, one could even say it was a leaky ship that couldn’t hold water... This theory was extrely complex, seemingly accumulated over millennia, gathering a vast amount of content. But it also accumulated nurous contradictions, loopholes, many elents of disharmony, imperfection, and self-contradiction.
The whole theoretical system wasn’t unified, it was still being explored, a semi-finished product!
Bai Mo even suspected that the previous Sequence One and Sequence Two were inherently so kind of beings, that they reasoned backward from themselves and deduced downward to arrive at lower sequences.
Or perhaps, the so-called "Sequence One" and "Sequence Two" of the Ancient Immortals only existed in theory, in imagination, and no one had truly cultivated them?
At this mont, looking at his notes and then at these Copper Plates.
Bai Mo felt a sense of vagueness...
"It’s like solving a problem.
"This problem is very difficult.
"But... it may not even have an answer at all.
"Perhaps, after working hard for a long ti, writing a thick stack of scratch paper, the problem is unsolvable due to a printing error in the test? "
What should I do?
Bai Mo took a deep breath.
He was about to frown, but felt a weight on his shoulder; it turned out to be Black Gloves and Big Nose, these two guys, one on the left and one on the right, peered over his shoulder, resting their chins on it.
The two fox apprentices, their fluffy heads pressed against their master’s face.
Their dark red eyes glanced at the master’s tablet and Bai Mo’s densely packed manuscripts... They couldn’t understand a thing!
But it didn’t stop them from thinking their master was amazing!
All problems, in their master’s hands, would be solved effortlessly!
Black Gloves snuggled into their master’s arms, using its head to support the tablet for him.
"Ying ying ying!"
Big Nose helped their master arrange a few Copper Plates, then went under the bed to retrieve a thick stack of advanced mathematics textbooks, "Bang," placing them on the bed.
"Ow ow ow!"
Bai Mo grinned.
"I’ve transcribed all the Copper Plates, and these books are of no use... Huh... are they useless?"
Bai Mo furrowed his brow, looking at the stack of second-hand books.
He had already flipped through most of these books and answered most of the questions.
At this mont, he suddenly thought...
"Although the Nasal Soup problem is unsolvable within the Ancient Immortal’s theoretical frawork, if abstracted into a mathematical theory problem and studied from the modern mathematics perspective, could it have a solution?"
The Ancient Immortals couldn’t solve this because they didn’t understand modern mathematics!
Bai Mo never underestimated the present while overestimating the past. He always believed in modern civilization. Although the developnt directions of modern and Ancient Immortal civilizations were different, they each had their own rits.
Bai Mo took a deep breath, lowered his head, opened a new page of draft paper on his tablet, pondered for a mont, and began to write with his pen...
...
The majority of fox apprentices seldom knew what their master was up to... After all, most of the ti, their master was either writing or drawing.
They ford circles, so bragging, so sparring, so playing pitch-pot, and others... repairing tools.
"Ying ying ying!"
In the corner of the hall, Overalls held a small hamr in one hand and a small kettle in the other, wearing a serious expression.
The fur on his shoulders looked a bit dull, not that red. It resembled overalls, hence the na.
At this mont, he looked at the stone in front of him, at the small shovel placed on the stone.
"Ow ow ow!"
Black Star was a bit nervous.
This shovel was his, it had been deford during the day due to high-intensity digging, the entire shovel head had a bent corner.
Could this be repaired?
Overalls pondered for a mont, gave Black Star a reassuring look... used his foot to hold the shovel handle, opened the small kettle, and dripped a bit of potion onto it... This wasn’t ordinary potion, it was the Bronze Softening Potion specially made by the master for him!
Upon seeing the potion drip on, the deford small shovel began to emit smoke, started to tremble, started to redden and heat up...
Ding ding ding!
Overalls quickly hamred it three tis, striking while the iron is hot!
As the hamr lifted, the softening potion’s effects dissipated.
The small shovel returned to its original shape.
Black Star picked up his small shovel, looked left and right, and grinned happily.
"Ying ying ying ow ow ow ow!"
He stepped forward to hug Overalls, full of gratitude.
Overalls puffed out his chest proudly.
This was a minor thing!
Repairing tools, he was a professional!
After seeing Black Star off, he continued to receive the next brother needing repairs...
Ti passed little by little, and as bedti approached, Overalls also completed his repair work.
He sat in front of the stone, took a thick Rotating Bamboo shoot from the nearby toolbox... he obtained this bamboo shoot by chance, and held it in his paw, it could be seen that its layers were continuously and slowly rotating.
"Ow..."
The master had said, this bamboo shoot was valuable too.
But... planting it required too much fertilizer, so he wouldn’t plant it for now.
Overalls lay down, clutching the Rotating Bamboo shoot, furrowed his brow, and squinted his eyes.
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