Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 175 - 120: The Big Mushroom Ship’s New Helmet, Worthless Experimental Data, Marquis Qing Yue

Chapter 175: Chapter 120: The Big Mushroom Ship’s New Helmet, Worthless Experimental Data, Marquis Qing Yue

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The disciples are still continuously sending in new copper plates.

Bai Mo roams in this grand hall, starting to examine the experimental records on the copper plates.

Indeed, it seems to be the alchemist from the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, who somehow found hundreds of Sequence Eight Beast Masters, raised them, observed their Dantian Secret Storage daily, recorded various indicator data every day, and carved it onto these copper plates. Each indicator was written in the language of Sequence Seven of the Alchemy Path, making it even difficult to translate into modern language.

"Why research the Dantian Secret Storage of Beast Masters?

"Is it different from other paths?"

Bai Mo skimmed over a few copper plates, thought for a while, then pulled out his tablet, checked the documents, and indeed found it was different!

Beast Masters can actually share the Dantian Secret Storage with Immortal Beasts?

Even if the Beast Master and Immortal Beast are separated by a hundred miles, invisible to each other, they can still utilize the Immortal Qi from each other’s Dantian Secret Storage.

"In this case, it is indeed quite magical.

"The underlying principle is worth researching."

Bai Mo walked along, continuing to look at these copper plates.

Viewing the data of one Beast Master after another on the same day.

Viewing the data of the same Beast Master day after day.

Feeling the value of this data seems low... The vast majority of data is very stable, essentially unchanged, or fluctuating within a small range. Occasionally, there are big changes, but the reasons are recorded in the remarks, such as "fighting" or "food poisoning"...

"What can this junk data be researched for?

"Is it worth spending so much copper to preserve?

"Why did the Ancient Immortal make such a fuss?"

Not to mention the Ancient Immortal, even today’s Fox Mountain, took a lot of effort to salvage this pile of stuff!

But this data, indeed seems of little value.

Could I have been played for a fool?

Suddenly, he heard footsteps again.

It was White Tail, holding a small bamboo-wood table, running happily to help his master set it at the front of the hall.

"Awoo awoo awoo!"

And Black Star, holding a bamboo-wood chair, running joyfully to help his master set it behind the table.

"Ying ying ying!"

The two disciples were also carrying small bamboo baskets, running to their master, one taking out a kettle from the basket, the other holding a snow pear fruit, lifting it to his master.

"Ying ying ying!"

"Ying ying ying!"

Bai Mo took the snow pear fruit, bent down to pat the heads of the two disciples.

Looking at the rows of shelves filled with copper plates, recalling White Xingxing and Quanquan Hu driving the ship deep underwater... Bai Mo smirked.

"No way, the disciples have put in so much effort, can’t wrap it up hastily.

"Even if this data is rubbish, I must extract two ounces of oil from it!"

He took out his tablet and continued to wander, observing one piece of data after another.

...

Time gradually passed.

Fox Mountain’s twilight grew deeper, and the kitchen smoke rose.

Bai Mo walked between the shelves, observing the copper plates piece by piece.

The tablet in his hand was scribbling, recording a large heap of data, drawing some curves, and attempting to list some equations to make some simple fits.

Still no conclusion...

Hard to say, but indeed seems that within this data, there might exist some discordant place?

"In a bunch of seemingly ordinary data, is there a strange, awkward, discordant place?

"Where exactly is it?

"And why?"

Bai Mo stared at the tablet, flipping through his transcribed data, his mind working rapidly, trying to find that "discordance."

But thinking over and over again, thinking back and forth, he truly couldn’t capture it...

"Ying ying ying!"

"Awoo awoo awoo!"

It was White Xingxing and Quanquan Hu and the others, carrying the last salvaged copper plate, rushing into this grand hall.

"Ying ying ying!"

Several foxes excitedly hugged a copper plate for their master to see.

They found a different copper plate!

"Huh?"

Bai Mo cast his gaze over, seeing the copper plate was engraved with a portrait!

The Ancient Immortal?

With just a few strokes, it outlines an Ancient Immortal with flowing sleeves, standing high on the sacrificial platform, facing the wind, praying to the heavens!

Judging by the figure and demeanor, it seems to be a Female Immortal, possessing an unrivaled grace.

On the head, wearing a large deer antler headband, with branches, not odd, rather adding more mystery.

The text next to it also belongs to Sequence Seven.

Bai Mo watched for a while, tugging at the corners of his mouth.

This copper plate, turns out to be secretly engraved by a Sequence Seven Ancient Immortal millions of years ago, drawing his idol, his boss. This boss seems truly to be a Female Immortal, her name...

"Marquis Qing Yue?"

The Ancient Immortal Dynasty was strictly hierarchical, the words "Marquis" could not be used lightly.

"If it’s ’Marquis’, what Sequence?

"Sequence Five? Sequence Three?"

Bai Mo hadn’t found relevant documents, not very clear.

He crouched down, pawed through the same batch of salvaged copper plates, indeed there were many more, all left by this Sequence Seven Ancient Immortal as a monologue. Also written in the language of Sequence Seven, intermittently, each segment either separated by short or long periods of time. If translated...

"I don’t know if these studies have any significance. Day after day, the data is all the same. I can’t see anything from it. But since the Marquis has instructed, I shall simply follow orders..."

"Today another Beast Master had diarrhea, I helped him prepare medicine, cure the body. Really annoying, the Marquis battles on all fronts, yet I am hiding in this mountain, helping to compound medicine for experimental subjects with diarrhea..."

"It’s been a long time since hearing news about the Marquis. Another experimental subject died of illness. I must conduct good experiments, record data well, when the Marquis returns, present the data to the Marquis..."

"The mountain gate was breached, altar broken, copper pillar shattered, grand hall collapsed, teachers and fellow disciples, all have fought to death. I must take the experimental subjects, hide well, continue experiments, continue recording data, awaiting the day the Marquis returns..."

"Experimental subjects are getting fewer, some die of old age, some die of illness. Can such obtained data still be accurate? Will it mislead the Marquis? No, it won’t, the Marquis is uniquely talented, even flawed data, the Marquis can still research the desired truth from it..."

"What is that? What gives them the right to be so vicious? Thankfully I took the experimental subjects, hiding in advance, otherwise I’d be captured. The Marquis said this experiment is of utmost importance, perhaps our spark is hidden within this experiment. I must survive, continue the experiment, waiting for the Marquis’s return..."

"All experimental subjects are dead. But the Marquis still hasn’t returned. I recall, I was once outstanding, I am also Sequence Seven, also once brewed Fire Moon Soup, also once pioneered Sea of Consciousness and Sea of Qi, also once introduced Pill Fire into the body, narrowly escaping death, I am not as good as the Marquis, but I am not idle either! I must research this data. Perhaps when the Marquis returns, can use the work I have done..."

"I am an idle person. I can’t research anything. This data may be garbage. Did I do the experiment wrong? Are they really useful? When the Marquis returns, will he be disappointed? Is our spark still within it..."

"I am going to die of old age. The Marquis has yet to return. I must engrave this data onto copper plates, seal it in a copper house, then cast it onto the brass earth, let it persist for eternity. I can’t wait for the Marquis to return. But this data can prolong to keep, waiting for the day the Marquis returns..."

Bai Mo raised his head, putting down the copper plate.

Seeing beside him several fox disciples, each touching their chubby bellies, whispering to each other, "ying ying awoo awoo," with front paws sometimes pointing to the kitchen, discussing today’s dinner.

Dong—

The evening bell of Fox Mountain rang, echoing across the fields, announcing the end of the day, and the imminent arrival of night.

The disciples "awoo" shouted, excitedly rushing toward the Big Mushroom Ship.

Bai Mo also flashed behind the Big Mushroom Ship, stepping firmly, ready to hitch a ride back.

Looking around, he could see excavated ruins, see patches of medicine fields, see the smoke rising from the distant kitchen, and the red torrent-like fox disciples on the distant mountain road.

Amidst the evening breeze, comes the joyful "ying ying" sounds of fox disciples heading to the kitchen, Bai Mo couldn’t help but feel... Millions of years have passed, this place has renamed to Fox Mountain, changed its appearance, yet those data remain sealed in the copper house, sealed underwater, only until today reemerge into the light... Evidently, the Marquis Qing Yue of those days, the blood-stained fighting Marquis Qing Yue, the Sequence Seven Ancient Immortal who contemplated to death about the Marquis Qing Yue, must have never returned.