Chapter 442: Chapter 251: Great Immortal Technique Research of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty (2)

The foxes nodded one after another, feeling assured!

If they’re not going to play together, so be it. They’re all quite busy, accompanying the master to the present world is not for fun; they need to assist the master by being vigilant, taking care of the master’s life, serving as secretaries, entourage, supporting the master... a whole bunch of things!

As long as the young one can win fights in the future, without suffering, that’s enough.

Hu Toujian tilted his chubby head, grinned widely.

"Ying ying ying, ao ao ao ao..."

He gestured proudly, speaking in fox language, showing off the martial techniques taught to the young one. It must be because of these skills that the young one was able to win!

In the corner nearby, Bai Mo chewed on a mooncake, pulling a slight smile.

He thought, Hu Toujian is really overthinking it... That kid named Feng En Di, is still using the Little Turtle Fist for now. The reason he’s able to win is entirely because of that Purple Bean Bun, slowly improving his physique, making him stronger and more vigorous.

...

Night fell.

Inside the dormitory hall, the fox disciples broke into small groups, chatting and bragging.

Bai Mo sat at the bedside, continuing to scroll through his tablet, browsing the documents transcribed during the day.

"Where did I dig this up from, why are there so many documents on the Great Immortal Technique research?"

Bai Mo read, smiling broadly, while considering.

[...I devoted eighty years to the study of the Purple Dragon Climb, read countless ancient documents, and with my collection of one dou and four sheng of Immortal Qi, conducted seven big and small experiments, and finally discovered three details for improvement on this Purple Dragon Climb, recording it today, offering it to the ancestors, and leaving it for posterity...]

Looking at the document, Bai Mo clicked his tongue in admiration, this guy is not having it easy!

He continued reading, observing the research results of these Ancient Immortals.

After a long time, he furrowed his brow.

"He shouldn’t have spent those eighty years researching this thing, he should have gotten married to a beautiful wife, had several sons, and enjoyed life.

"Eighty years wasted... not to mention misleading future cultivators, trapping them."

Hu Toujian and Bao Toujian leaned at either side of the master, watching the documents with him, and upon hearing the master’s sigh, both foxes joined in with "tsk tsk tsk," shaking their heads in lament... even though they don’t understand what the master is lamenting.

Bai Mo smacked his lips, pondered for a moment, and moved on to the next document.

[...I had an extraordinary talent since childhood, used only ten years to successfully perform the Purple Dragon Climb, and another eight years to improve it. Today, I record my improved strategy for the conduction of Primordial Immortal Qi, as a comfort to my ancestors, and for posterity...]

Oh?

A genius among Ancient Immortals?

Learning for ten years to successfully perform the Purple Dragon Climb?

Bai Mo continued flipping through, browsing the documents he left behind, reading for a long time, pondering deeply, and eventually concluded... this guy’s understanding of the Purple Dragon Climb is superficial, lacking depth; his chance of successfully performing this Immortal Technique is probably impressive.

If he succeeds once, it only implies that his luck is unbelievably good!

"Poor little fool, does he truly think he has mastered it?

"He’s merely fooled by his own luck."

Bai Mo chuckled awkwardly.

The two foxes beside him copied the master’s awkward smile, their furry faces showing pity... despite still not knowing why the master felt pity.

Bai Mo proceeded to check the next document.

[...I devoted three hundred years to researching the Purple Dragon Climb, and today, with white hair and beard, I’m on the verge of my life’s end; I’m aware my time is near. It’s pitiful and lamentable that my talents are average, wasting time through seasons, squandering Primordial Immortal Qi, resulting in scarce gains. Today, I record the only valuable finding, a leveraging technique for the Purple Dragon Climb in muddy ground, so that my ancestors know, although my life was dull, it wasn’t entirely in vain.]

Bai Mo was slightly moved, looking at the text, seeing in his mind the elderly man with white hair and beard, engraving his scant life’s achievements on the verge of running out.

He continued reading, examining the technique the elderly man discovered, taking a long time to finally understand.

"Uh... the Ancient Immortal Dynasty’s muddy ground seems different from the present world’s?

"Over millions of years, the soil and geology have changed, even muddy ground has become different; his technique... uh... still has some interest in it."

Bai Mo nodded, marking a few valuable sentences with a highlighter.

Undoubtedly, millions of years ago, when the elderly Immortal inscribed those sentences, his tearful eyes probably held light and glory?

The two foxes beside him shared a gloomy expression, nodding lightly with the master... despite still not knowing anything.

Reading through document after document, Bai Mo realized astonishingly, the ones who could truly push the development of the Great Immortal Technique, who could truly contribute to it, are exceedingly rare! The majority of work done by people is unworthy, meaningless, even wrong.

The so-called Great Immortal Technique, is a high tower, accumulated bit by bit through generations of Ancient Immortals, burning the midnight oil, pouring out blood and sweat.

Even shortly before disaster struck, Ancient Immortals were still exploring diligently, hoping to add another layer to this tower.

"Uh... the latest layer they researched hasn’t gone through practical testing, it’s eccentric in all aspects and unreliable, I’ll pass!

"Instead, I’ll first learn from these documents, the old layers; learn those steady things."

Bai Mo thought so, and also acted on it, reading and copying down the stable old things found in the documents.

...

"Eight Treasures Biotechnology’s stock hasn’t gone up yet?"

In the office, Fang Xiaoyu stared at the computer screen, her expression serious.

She looked at the project progress files, realizing thoughtfully.

"The supplier hasn’t been fully settled yet, hasn’t been announced?"

This is understandable, considering it’s a massive project with much involvement, complex procedures, and myriad processes.

The current speed and progress is already the result of countless people working overtime!

Beside her, Bai Mo embraced the disciple Hu Toujian, rubbing its colorful chubby belly, and looked at Fang Xiaoyu.

"Have you also bought Eight Treasures Biotechnology’s stock?"

Fang Xiaoyu nodded solemnly, with a determined look between her brows!

"I’ve bought shares with all the down payment I saved!

"If I lose, I’ll keep renting.

"If I win, the down payment becomes full payment!"

Bai Mo smiled awkwardly.

He continued watching the computer screen, attending to his work.

Actually, the supplier bidding for the Brain Protection Nasal Inhaler is almost completely finished.

Only a few remaining cases are not finalized yet.

Among them, the one awaiting Bai Mo’s decision is... the outer packaging.

In the file sent by Professor Hong Anxi, the outer packaging bids from several companies each have their own characteristics.

"This one is a glass bottle, very stable.

"This one’s a Bronze Bottle, also a good container for the Brain-eating Vine.

"This high polymer composite material bottle, focuses on the bottle neck, has minimal impact on nasal mucosa when inserted into the nose..."

Dozens of suppliers offered dozens of solutions, Bai Mo reviewed each, initially understanding their capabilities, understanding what they could produce.

Suddenly, his phone screen lit up.

Opened it and saw in the No. 47 Middle School third-year and class five group chat, a message from Fang Yuan.

[Our old class got into legal trouble!]

Old class?

High school homeroom teacher, Teacher Chen Xiulian?

Bai Mo instantly remembered that nagging middle-aged woman homeroom teacher.

How did she end up in legal trouble?

[Isn’t she already retired?]

[Yeah, right after she finished with our batch, she retired]

Fang Yuan, who kept in touch with her, quickly shared the entire story.

[She was signed up by an educational training institution, went to be a top lecturer to earn money to help her son with the mortgage]

[And she got scammed on the contract, hasn’t taught a single class, but is now owing the institution tens of thousands!]

More and more high school classmates joined the conversation.

[Oh my gosh, how can this be justified?]

[What kind of ridiculous contract is this?]

[Isn’t this too deceptive?]

[What’s really going on?]

Li Lingling, studying law, replied in the group chat.

[I had a professor look at that contract for her, her case is really hard to fight!]

[Her salary with the institution is set high and the contract is tricky, if this goes to court, she might really have to pay]

[Could Bai Mo offer some help?]

[I did tell her to seek Bai Mo’s help, but she refused, saying she’s already let Bai Mo down...]

Ah?

Bai Mo furrowed his brow.

What’s going on?