Chapter 407: Chapter 235: Perfection of Knowledge and the Guardian of Peace

In the pitch-black cave, Black Sparrow Ancient Immortal and Tian Xinghuo sat on the ground, discussing the "Knowledge Container."

Tian Xinghuo felt uneasy, unable to see the ground beneath him, uncertain if it was dry or muddy. He wore a bitter expression, pulling at the corners of his mouth, furrowing his brows.

Yet he still perked up his ears, listening intently to every word the Ancient Immortal spoke.

"... There are nine paths to Immortal Cultivation, each studying nine different realms.

"Our Immortal Martial studies the human body!

"The Immortal Martial Sequence Six is referred to as the [Master of Hundred Bones], and it requires the study of eight systems of the human body... Oh, in your modern civilization, is this the term you use?

"Hahaha, it fits perfectly.

"Muscular system, nervous system, respiratory system, digestive system, endocrine system, circulatory system..."

Black Sparrow Ancient Immortal was strict with her disciples, but her lectures were thorough, methodical, and clear.

Sitting cross-legged on the pitch-black ground, she counted on her fingers as she explained to her disciple, making Tian Xinghuo feel as if he were in a biology class.

"... Each system has different functions, corresponding to numerous organs, tissues, and even different cells.

"The Immortal Martial Sequence Six involves studying these systems and learning the knowledge within."

As she spoke, her tone became wistful as if recalling events from millennia ago.

"I studied the eight courses in the Martial Hall for over three hundred years.

"Back then, the documentation piled up like mountains, with walls and pillars engraved with knowledge.

"Every day, upon waking and opening my eyes, there was an endless amount of documents to read.

"Each day was either spent learning or researching.

"We either stared blankly at documents or stood at the dissection table, our hands covered in fresh blood, or sat in the lab surrounded by raw flesh.

"The new research done by teachers and classmates was written into new documents, sent in cartloads, piling up like mountains. Some hadn’t been read before they already became moldy and were discarded.

"Those three hundred years were truly devoid of daylight..."

Tian Xinghuo listened, dazed.

Back in high school, three years of endless assignments were already unbearable for him.

The Ancient Immortal’s three hundred years sounded even more darn nauseating!

"So, Master, did you complete Sequence Six in those three hundred years?"

The Ancient Immortal hesitated for a moment.

"Complete your studies?"

These four words seemed odd to her.

"Complete?

"You mean... to become accomplished?

"The eight systems of the human body, eight realms, are relatively independent.

"Each realm can be condensed into a Knowledge Container.

"Indeed, your master here condensed eight containers over those three hundred years.

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"

She laughed, and her laughter echoed in the narrow cave, as if recalling the relief and joy of completing her studies and condensing the containers.

Tian Xinghuo sat there, his hand grasping the moist, warm soil on the ground.

When Master finished laughing, he cautiously asked,

"But... what is the relationship between knowledge and these vessels?

"Knowledge is housed in the mind, invisible and intangible. How does it become these vessels?"

Master was already a bit impatient but still explained,

"Once knowledge is realized to perfection, it can ’become a vessel.’

"Alright, let’s go. Don’t come back to this cave again."

Master stood up, looking down at Tian Xinghuo in the dark.

"Cultivate diligently!

"After your senior brother’s death, you are now the most capable on the mountain.

"You are the new senior brother. The master will rely on you from now on."

Black Sparrow Ancient Immortal grabbed Tian Xinghuo’s shoulder, pulling him up and patting him on the shoulder.

"If you can’t find that Alchemist from West State, so be it.

"But if you find him, be sure to inform your master!

"I cannot let my disciple die in vain.

"I will certainly avenge him!"

Tian Xinghuo awkwardly smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

His previous senior brother was the Immortal Martial Fatty who was the first to be instantly killed by the backstage boss from West State during the battle at the North Suburb Base.

...

"This sequence script is indeed quite useful."

Under the dark clouds, the fierce wind blew.

An exceptionally large vehicle was parked at the edge of the Purple Earth Dragon Medicine Field.

Inside the vehicle were tables, chairs, a refrigerator, cabinets, and an outdoor power supply.

Behind the table sat Bai Mo, looking at the documents, occasionally writing and drawing on a tablet.

...Yes, this exceptionally large vehicle was the latest product from Fox Mountain, Master’s mobile office!

On the table were several pots of plants of varying sizes.

Outside the car door stood a gigantic Purple Earth Dragon rising from the ground.

Rumbling... A load of newly excavated documents was unloaded outside the car door.

"Yip yip!"

Small and Big Eyes carried a stack of new documents into the carriage.

"Oo oo!"

Butterfly Knot carried a stack of documents that Master had read, taking them out of the carriage.

Bai Mo sat in a comfortable wicker chair, shifting his body for better comfort.

Simultaneously reading the documents and transcribing records on the tablet.

Recently, he had become accustomed to the Sequence Six script... This script contained a huge amount of information; just a few words could be equivalent to thousands of Chinese characters.

He picked up the latest unearthed stone slab.

Exploring, he read a few lines.

"Oh?"

He picked up a teacup, took a sip of hot tea, and grinned.

"Marquis Qing Yue!

"She also left documents for the Masters of Communication of Sequence Six?"

Bai Mo flipped through the stack, finding that most were about the stems of plants, with a smaller portion about roots.

"Let’s start with the stem-related ones."

He read, transcribed, and classified the documents, piling them in different places for his disciples to sort and archive.