Cultivating Immortality Starts with Rubbing a Computer

Chapter 211 Unbinding the Azure Dragon (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

What does it mean to travel a hundred miles in an instant?
It is known that an instant is equal to 0.36 seconds.

One hundred li is equal to 50 kilometers.

A hundred miles in an instant is 145 kilometers per second.

This speed is 426 times the speed of sound.

It's important to know that even the first cosmic velocity to escape Earth is only 33 times the speed of sound.

Even the attack speed of a top-tier Foundation Establishment Ninth Level cultivator's natal magic weapon is only 100 times the speed of sound.

For a vast territory.

A boundary stretching over 100,000 kilometers.

Traveling at a speed of hundreds of miles in an instant only takes a dozen minutes.

And now this speed has appeared in Fang Jun, which is the result of his ten years of cultivation in the Qingshui Sect.

What is the meaning of the Five Elements?

What kind of spirit-level ultimate cultivation technique?

What are the bottlenecks in foundation building?

This is not a problem for fifty million Qi Refining cultivators.

The thought process of a cultivator is never as fast as that of an ordinary person.

Based on ten times.

In addition, there are mass-produced chips and enlightenment artifacts such as the "Flowing Light One Thought Talisman" to enhance thinking speed.

I studied for six months.

His knowledge surpasses that of the average doctoral student on Earth.

Then one can immerse oneself in the ocean of scientific research.

Moreover, this amount of knowledge doubles every six months, equivalent to a PhD spanning several disciplines.

If this were on Earth, a country might have 50 million PhDs, each proficient in several disciplines.

Furthermore, these PhDs' thinking speed is twenty to thirty times faster.

The speed of development in that country is unimaginable.

Fang Jun's homeland in his previous life was one that had nurtured hundreds of millions of college students over the past few decades.

And from this, millions of PhDs have been born.

Moreover, there are only 500,000 science and engineering PhDs.

That's how they were able to overtake others on the curves and leave everyone else in the dust.

Its technology is unparalleled globally.

Fang Jun now possesses ten times the number of scientific researchers he had in his previous life's motherland, and as cultivators, their knowledge reserves and thinking speed are more than a hundred times greater in quality.

So what difficulties could possibly hinder Fang Jun?
Fang Jun only needs to extract a tiny bit of wisdom from it to make rapid progress.

For example, the current upright Wuying can already ignore air resistance, making the air no longer an obstacle to its flight.

For example, the Great Origin Technique directly increased the output tenfold, allowing Fang Jun to output more than one hundred million strands of mana per second.

It would take more than twenty Three Gorges Dams to match his current output.

And this qualitative change only took ten years.

It's just a realm.

How many realms are there in the cultivation world?
One.

Even if not every realm is as prosperous as the Thousand Stone Realm, there are realms that far surpass the Thousand Stone Realm.

Not to mention that this is not even the limit of the Thousand Stone Domain.

More than 10 billion kilometers of land.

It is more than twenty times the size of Earth.

It can support a population of just over 20 billion.

It is only three times the size of Earth.

It is far from the limit of the Thousand Stone Domain.

Moreover, this 50 million is only for Qi Refining, not Foundation Establishment.

Such achievements were made in just ten years.

In the context of a 300,000-year history in the cultivation world, such achievements are only a negligible ten years.

Of the 129600 realms, only one realm was able to achieve such results.

Fang Jun felt joy at the same time.

More than anything, I felt fear.

The secrets of heaven are boundless.

None of those high-ranking Nascent Soul cultivators are blind. Their actions are like fish in a pond; no matter how much they struggle, they are all seen through.

Just like myself.

Even without using the backdoor left by the chip.

Based solely on the Dao of Heavenly Secrets, if fifty million Qi Refining cultivators wanted to do something outrageous...

I can still see things clearly.

Fang Jun knew that doing this would attract the attention of Nascent Soul cultivators in the cultivation world.

I have been carefully restraining myself.

Especially after having Mo Yiyi and Bai Xiaoxin.

He became even more restrained.

Unless necessary.

I really don't want to expand my power like this.

He'd rather be more cautious and slower than ever before attempting to change the world, as long as he reaches the Nascent Soul stage.

However, everything that happened along the way told Fang Jun...

His thoughts and ideas are all delusions.

Just because you don't go to the mountain doesn't mean the mountain won't come to you.

Even the mountain itself is not a mountain, but the sky, and you have always been under the sky's watchful eye.

Therefore, Fang Jun took the initiative to make a do-or-die move, which led to a decade of glory.

Like oil being cooked over a raging fire, or flowers being adorned with vibrant colors.

Everything seems to be moving in a positive direction.

"The sky is lower now."

Fang Jun sighed, and his figure moved like a phantom, covering a hundred miles in an instant.

The mountains and rivers were leaped over in one bound.

Every ten miles is a different story.

It has traversed countless terrains.

However, no matter how high you fly, you are still under the sky.

A very simple truth.

How could the enemy possibly wait until you're fully prepared before making a move?
A blade never waits until you've tied your shoelaces before striking, and a poisoned arrow doesn't wait until you're fully armored before it leaves the bowstring.

The real life-or-death struggle has begun its countdown.

But is Fang Jun confident that he can survive this ordeal?
On that day, the Five Elements Ancestor, having reached the ninth level of Foundation Establishment and broken through the Golden Core stage, was already an unparalleled genius.

However, the Golden Elixir has nine cycles.

Each rotation is not a superposition of rules.

It's twice as good as the previous one.

In other words, the Nine Revolutions of the Golden Elixir, without considering any other factors and only taking into account the base level of magical power itself, is 256 times that of the First Revolution of the Golden Elixir.

This information was obtained over the past ten years by analyzing the spirit of the Xuanming Palace.

It is the most basic information.

Even if it's fake, just think that a Foundation Establishment Level 9 is at least 81 times stronger than a Foundation Establishment Level 1.

What does a difference of 256 times mean?

Not to mention the lofty Nascent Soul cultivator.

That's not something any Foundation Establishment cultivator can pull off.

The difference in their life levels is even greater than the difference between humans and ants.

So what should Fang Jun do?
Take refuge?

But is a helping hand really a helping hand?

If they were there to help, they should have come out long ago.

It's not that Fang Jun has paranoia, it's just that reality is like this.

Would you try to negotiate and communicate with an ant?

Most people probably wouldn't.

With such a disparity in strength, what methods are impossible to employ, such as control, possession, or soul capture?

Why should I communicate with you directly?

Sometimes Fang Jun really thought, what if the world he transmigrated to was a real online game world?

Even if the characters there are of a high level or are very powerful.

It's nothing more than superior military strength.

Such things as the secrets of heaven do not exist.

In fact, they don't need any secrets of heaven, as long as their intelligence is not impaired.

As long as one notices the changes Fang Jun has made to the world.

That would inevitably lead to learning from each other's strengths and making up for each other's weaknesses.

Taking advantage of their first move, they overwhelmed Fang Jun and kicked him out of the house.

"Perhaps such changes have already occurred in other realms."

"Of course, it may not have happened. As long as the Great Dao of Destiny is as miraculous as I have predicted, then the cultivation world will have no need to develop productivity."

"There is no need to promote technological progress or cultivate more cultivators to obtain a sufficiently efficient cultivation speed."

"So, for someone like me, where does the road lead?"

"And why do they allow me to do whatever I want?"

"Or am I just an experiment?"

"An experimental subject for a new type of highway?"

Fang Jun was lost in thought.

His gaze fell upon the churning sea of ​​clouds in the distance, yet it seemed to pierce through time, glimpsing an even more distant void.

Something inside me is slowly collapsing, like a lonely tower eroded by time, peeling away piece by piece and silently falling into the abyss.

Discontent, confusion, weariness...

All sorts of negative emotions, like a malignant tumor, quietly climbed up and entangled his Dao heart.

After decades of cultivation, what is the purpose of all this?
Reaching the summit?

Heh, ahead... still no light.

He slowly closed his eyes, his fingertips touching the hot air currents caused by friction, but he couldn't dispel the chill spreading through his heart.

The sky was bright and cloudless, and as the sunlight diffused, only a dim light fell to the earth.

"Warning! Warning!"

"The administrator has become mentally unstable!"

The piercing alarm of the Yuan Shen rang in Fang Jun's mind. He immediately roused himself and calmed his chaotic thoughts.

Does the law affect self-awareness?

"As we approach the Golden Core stage, all sorts of messy things start happening."

Fang Jun took a deep breath.

Just as he was about to leave the Thousand Stone Realm, a thought struck him.

When they reappeared, they were already in the town below. "Snap! Snap! Snap—!"

The sound of the rattan cane striking her bottom was crisp and loud. Seven-year-old Xiaoman jumped up and down in the yard, crying like a little monkey that had been scalded.

"Grandpa! Stop hitting me! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

Old Yang's rattan cane never stopped, his white beard bristling with anger: "I'll teach you to skip class! I'll teach you to not go to school! I'll whip your butt until it's bruised and battered today!"

With the last vine strike, Xiaoman let out a howl, clutched her bottom, and scurried behind the woodpile.

Grandpa was panting heavily when he threw the vine on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Xiaoman squatted in the corner, sobbing, tears streaming down her dirty little face, leaving two white streaks.

He secretly glanced at his grandfather and saw him squatting on the threshold rolling a cigarette, his hands trembling so much that the tobacco spilled all over the ground.

"Why don't you go to school! Why!"

Xiaoman said cautiously, "Going to school is too boring, I don't like it."

"Snapped!"

Grandpa threw the unrolled cigarette on the ground, which startled Xiaoman.

"If you don't go to school, what will you do in the future!" Grandpa stood up, his hunched back now appearing unusually upright. "Do you know that ten years ago, a poor peasant's child like you didn't even have the right to go to school!"

Xiaoman pouted and didn't say anything.

Grandpa continued to yell, "You don't cherish this hard-won opportunity, but only think about playing all day long. What will you do in the future!"

“Then let’s sell tofu,” Xiaoman suddenly looked up, her eyes gleaming with a defiant light. “I see that Er Ya’s mother makes quite a bit of money selling tofu, enough to buy candy.”

Grandpa was so angry his beard trembled. He bent down, picked up the rattan cane, and lashed it through the air with a "smack!": "Then you should be studying even more! Do you know that ten years ago, selling tofu didn't make any money at all? What you were really selling was..."

At this point, Grandpa suddenly choked up, a trace of pain flashing in his cloudy eyes.

He slowly squatted down, his voice suddenly lowering: "It's Er Ya's mother! Oppressive government is more ferocious than a tiger. If it weren't for the tax reductions that started ten years ago, how could anyone survive by selling tofu alone in this world?"

Xiaoman didn't know what "selling Er Ya's mother" meant. He only answered what he could understand: "Since there are no more taxes, can't we still make a living by selling tofu?"

Grandpa took out a flint and lit the cigarette on the ground, taking a deep drag: "That's just not the case now, but it might be in the future. A new emperor brings a new court, and even if we get our land now, it doesn't mean we'll have peace."

Amidst the swirling smoke, the old man gazed into the distance: "The only way to live a peaceful life is through studying and becoming an official. As long as we can become officials, even if the government changes, our family will still be wealthy."

Xiaoman tilted her head: "Why would a perfectly good government order change? Wouldn't everything be fine as long as the order remains unchanged?"

“People die, and those in power will die eventually.” Grandpa’s voice suddenly became ethereal. “As soon as those in power die, all the policies will change.”

"Then as long as the people up there don't die, isn't that enough?" Xiaoman asked innocently.

Grandpa suddenly coughed violently, the ash from his cigarette falling onto his patched-up trousers: "It's not that simple. Anyone can die, especially those who benefit the people; they die even faster."

Xiaoman was still very confused and wanted to say something, but his attention was quickly drawn away.

Because in this small courtyard, a young man appeared, a handsome young man who could make people feel good at first glance.

He couldn't help but ask, "Brother, where did you come from?"

Grandpa was also very surprised. He wanted to say something, but seemed to have forgotten, thinking it was only natural for the boy to appear in his house out of nowhere: "Young man, do you need any help?"

Fang Jun shook his head, the magic derived from the "Supreme Demon Seed and Spirit Transfer Secret Record" dispelling the strange feelings in the grandfather and grandson's minds: "I don't need your help. I just want to ask you, do you think this tax will change in the future?"

Grandpa nodded: "It will change. I've seen too many changes in government policies in my life. Just changing the county magistrate will change the government policies."

Fang Jun said, "Can't we just not change it?"

Grandpa sighed, "I don't want to change either. Life is so good now. If only it could stay this way forever. But..."

Grandpa took a deep drag on his cigarette: "That's impossible, that's impossible."

Fang Jun said, "Tell us your true thoughts about wanting your grandson to become an official."

Grandpa was taken aback: "Isn't it just about protecting my family's wealth... No! No, it's not just about protecting my family's wealth, I want to... I want to..."

"I'm thinking, why change? Why should we change?"

“In the past, those landlords and rich men would borrow large measures and withdraw small ones, borrowing one measure in spring and returning three in autumn! When the dog of the Wang family ate my laying hen, they demanded that we pay them ‘dog-frightening expenses’!”

“Zhang, a scholar, forcibly occupied my family’s ancestral burial ground. When my father went to reason with him, he was beaten to death on the steps of the county government office!”

The old man suddenly ripped open his collar, revealing a centipede-like scar on his collarbone: "This whip mark was from when we couldn't pay rent during the drought that year, and the steward of Li Yanwang's family whipped us with a cowhide whip dipped in salt water!"

"They eat our flesh, drink our blood, and even chew up and swallow the bone fragments!"

Xiaoman was so frightened that he took two steps back. He had never seen his grandfather with such a ferocious expression.

"Now that we finally have the strength, we've divided their land and burned their debt deeds, why... why do we let them come back again?"

"The day the old tax system is restored will be the day these demons and monsters return."

"We must hold our strength in order to prevent them from returning."

"Only knowledge possesses power, and only those in power possess power!"

"Only by possessing power can we support His Majesty!"

"As long as the current emperor is alive, the decrees of the new era can continue to be implemented."

Fang Jun gleaned from the old man's superficial consciousness that the old man had once been a scholar whose family had fallen on hard times: "What if the emperor dies?"

A savage glint flashed in Grandpa's eyes: "Then of course we'll rebel! We've finally managed to eat some white rice and wear some new clothes, how can we let them take them back?"

Fang Jun said, "But what if we can't win? Especially what about your grandson?"

"Pah!" Grandpa spat fiercely. "If they don't resist, they're just waiting to die. If it weren't for the policy change ten years ago, my son and daughter-in-law wouldn't have had enough food to support this child!"

“If we don’t rebel, my grandson will never have any descendants! Those beasts will make him die of exhaustion on the ridges of the fields, just to pay that endless rent!”

"Either way, it's a dead end, so I might as well risk my old life to carve out a path to survival for my children and grandchildren!"

Fang Jun actually had many more things to say to refute the old man's ideas and point out the flaws in his logic.

But he sensed from the old man's consciousness a burning determination that no words could refute.

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you something."

"There is no emperor in the country you live in."

"But it doesn't matter, the government order won't be changed."

Even if the emperor, who was high above all, died.

"The government order will not be changed."

"But if someone dies, how can the government's decrees not change?"

"So, in the end, I still can't die..."

Fang Jun's figure slowly disappeared into the courtyard.

Xiaoman stared at the spot where Fang Jun had disappeared. He rubbed his eyes and asked, "Grandpa, what just happened?"

Grandpa stared blankly at the half-smoked cigarette and the ripped collar of his shirt. His rough fingers trembled as he ran his fingers over the scars, his voice hoarse like sandpaper: "Grandpa... Grandpa can't explain it either..."

Xiaoman suddenly came over and grabbed her grandfather's clothes: "Grandpa, I want to go to school tomorrow."

The cigarette in the old man's hand fell to the ground with a "thud." He slowly squatted down, cupped his grandson's small face in his calloused hands, and examined him carefully.

The child's face was dirty, with tear stains and marks from the whip he had accidentally inflicted, but his eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"well……"

……

In the virtual network.

Nan Qiaoqiao stood between the sea and the mountains, feeling a great headache.

"Sister Bai, this is so difficult, so difficult. These questions are so difficult. Didn't I voluntarily participate in the Class A experiment? Why do I still have to go through this mountain of books and sea of ​​questions?"

The scenery here is absolutely stunning.

The azure seawater is crystal clear, like a giant sapphire, refracting countless shimmering rays of light under the sun.

The majestic mountains rise abruptly from the ground, their entire bodies covered by lush green trees, like a meticulously woven green velvet coat.

However, every drop of water in the sea is a test question, and every tree on the mountain is a test paper.

Most importantly, these questions continued to flood into Nan Qiaoqiao's consciousness.

"This is a last resort to calm your fluctuations in consciousness. If you want to complete the Class A experiment properly, you need to answer the questions and cooperate."

Bai Xiaoxin's voice rang out softly.

Class A experiments include human trials.

Generally, such experiments involve members who are extremely heinous, such as Class D or even Class E members.

However, just like clinical drug trials have phase I, phase II, and phase III.

The same applies to Class A experiments.

In the end, some specific experiments require the participation of members at other levels.

The reason is also very simple.

Because people's consciousness is different.

As a member of the Class D group who is trapped in prison and repeatedly exploited by Fang Jun, how good can his mental state be?

As is well known, many Dao patterns involve the realm of consciousness.

The various states of consciousness will in turn affect the state of Dao patterns.

Therefore, using only Class D members is not entirely safe and is not entirely correct for the experiment.

This necessitates the participation of members at other levels.

Of course, Fang Jun's morality wouldn't allow him to force these people.

Therefore, every other member involved in the Class A experiment was fully informed.

They will also receive generous rewards.

Moreover, many experiments are conducted after the second phase, when the risk is minimal.

The same applies to possession in "The Secret Record of the Supreme Demon Seed and Spirit Transfer"; neither Bai Xiaoxin nor Mo Yiyi would disobey the rules set by Fang Jun.

"But Sister Bai, it's still so difficult. These questions make me want to sleep."

By the way, to prevent Class A members with a lazy mentality like Nan Qiaoqiao from participating in Class A experiments to rack up contribution points.

Fang Jun also introduced a regulation.

Those who participate in the Class A experiments also have academic credit requirements.

Those who do not have enough credits are not eligible to participate.

"If the test questions were so easy, how could they suppress your fluctuations in consciousness? They have to be difficult, otherwise, wouldn't your liking for Nan Yufeng affect me?"

Having her secret exposed, Nan Qiaoqiao's face flushed red in the virtual world, and she screamed, "Stop talking! Stop talking! Sister Bai, please stop! Please stop!"

Bai Xiaoxin said calmly, "What's there to be embarrassed about? Before you signed the agreement, didn't you know that I could read your mind?"

"Don't worry, I won't tell Nan Yufeng about this."

Nan Qiaoqiao whispered, "I understand, Sister Bai."

But then she suddenly asked, "Sister Bai, are you really not affected at all?"

Bai Xiaoxin's voice was indifferent: "No, I have absolutely no interest in Nan Yufeng."

"It has been completely cut."

"It will not be affected in the slightest."

"At most, it will be affected by psychological factors such as developing feelings for close relatives."

Nan Qiaoqiao breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this: "That's good, that's good."

She believed Bai Xiaoxin's words.

After all, she had never seen Bai Xiaoxin lie since they met.

In terms of academic standing.

If Bai Xiaoxin says it's impossible, then it's impossible.

As for what Bai Xiaoxin said about "the psychological impact of developing feelings for close relatives".

Nan Qiaoqiao didn't care about this at all.

Because Bai Xiaoxin's closest person could not be her brother.

As for who?

To be honest, Nan Qiaoqiao has a bit of a gossipy streak.

But considering Bai Xiaoxin's indifferent attitude, it was clear that she wouldn't tell her.

"Perhaps Sister Bai already has a boyfriend, or someone she secretly admires. In that case, these feelings will only intensify, without any other negative impact."

Nan Qiaoqiao pondered to herself.

Then began the arduous task of tackling a mountain of books and a sea of ​​practice problems.

(End of this chapter)