The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

Just like now, the old demon king seemed to have discovered some treasure. He listened to the teacher's lecture with great focus, and his notes flew across the page, not missing any knowledge points or words.

Even when the teacher deviated from the textbook and blackboard and began to tell a short story from his own past to support the knowledge points, this old devil wrote down every single one of the teacher's classroom anecdotes.

Even every sentence and every point of knowledge was marked with his own understanding and thoughts. In an instant, a scroll that was originally blank began to be densely covered with text and his own annotations.

Xue's Law: "???"

Even after half a class had ended, during the break, the old demon king was still writing furiously. He even put down the scroll and began to inscribe characters in the void, recording all the knowledge of the outside world. His pupils were filled with those recorded characters.

"Alright, what did you want to say just now?" The old demon king seemed to have finally finished recording and said.

"Actually, you don't need to take notes. I have as many as you want..." Xue Dinglu snapped his fingers, and a textbook appeared in front of the old devil.

Then with another snap of his fingers, all the textbooks—philosophy, history, moral education, general knowledge, and so on—appeared and scattered on the ground…

He used his imagination to create many copies of these books and stored them away. Every day for breakfast, he would use bread magic to turn a book into bread and eat it, letting the power of knowledge flow into his stomach.

The Old Demon King: "..."

The air suddenly became quiet.

He silently picked up the book from the ground, holding it in his hands as if it were a precious treasure, an attitude that made Xue Dinglu feel uncomfortable.

What they could find easily was more precious to the old demon king than any divine artifact.

"In your world... is knowledge that can easily overthrow the old dynasty just distributed so casually? And when I saw those people, they showed absolutely no urgency or tension, their demeanor was completely different from the people in my world..."

"Is your world a peaceful world? Then can you tell me how to achieve eternal peace?" The old demon king looked at Xue Luding, and something called "ambition" seemed to reignite in his pupils.

Chapter 212 I Don't Even Know the End of the Universe

Xue's Law really can't answer this question.

This is far too grand a concept for Xue's Law to consider; he has never even considered "peace."

He doesn't even know the end of the universe, so how could he possibly know such a difficult question as eternal peace?

After saying that, Xue Dinglu still relied on his path and wanted to pick up his phone and start playing "Ultraman Tiga," which was said to be the most effective way to soothe old men. However, he suddenly hesitated.

Because the world of Ultraman is truly peaceful, and the person who achieved peace is just an old man who serves as a background character; it's just a setting, and there's no specific explanation of how it was achieved.

If this stubborn old devil actually took it seriously, and he actually wanted to open a portal to go and discuss eternal peace with the old man in Japan, that would be truly pathetic.

If you don't take it seriously and go to the director to talk about eternal peace, then Xue's Law will have an even bigger headache.

Anime isn't a good option either. Usually, characters obsessed with achieving eternal peace are villains. Xue Lude is afraid that this old man might get so caught up in watching that he'd want to find a seed of a Cigella, go back to his own world, plant a tree, and hang all the unruly guys from his world on the Cigella for "eternal life."

That way, the world will be at peace...

After much thought, Xue Dinglu felt that it wouldn't be effective to use tokusatsu to appease the old man this time, so he downloaded the entire series at the fastest internet speed.

The Qin Empire

There are over two hundred episodes in total, enough to keep an old man occupied for several days.

"I don't know the path to peace either, after all, our world is far from eternally peaceful. But the path to peace has always been hidden in history and knowledge. Any path that others tell you is misleading and one-sided. Only the path that you pursue and try yourself is the true path..."

Xue Law began racking his brains to come up with this seemingly reasonable, but actually nonsensical, toxic motivational quote.

To come up with this passage, his CPU was almost overclocked to the point of smoking.

"That makes sense." The old demon king nodded, agreeing with Xue's toxic motivational quote.

Xue's Law: "..."

I haven't been drinking enough chicken soup...

“I cannot offer you the path to eternal peace, but our world has a tradition of recording history, so at the very least, it can provide a little bit of help in finding a path to peace.” This time, Xue Dinglu handed over his phone.

"The Qin Empire? Was this also a history of peace for an empire?"

“No, it’s the history of the Qin Dynasty going from poverty and weakness to national wealth and power, and then collapsing in a very short time.” After Xue Dinglu finished speaking, the old demon king’s expression immediately became even more serious.

"You can use this in conjunction with the book I just gave you; it might give you a deeper understanding," Xue Dinglu continued, offering advice like a cunning strategist.

So, the old devil turned on his phone. He seemed to find this kind of technological thing novel at first, but he quickly became immersed in the story of the TV series.

The story of the Qin Empire is actually about how the Qin state, from a small state on the verge of extinction, gradually became rich and powerful through the reforms of Shang Yang, then built up the strength of six generations, and finally swept across the land to unify the world, until the fall of Xianyang.

Xue Dinglu felt that this drama would help him pass a lot of time, especially since he also had to read it in conjunction with his thick political and historical textbooks. It was a mix of torture and enjoyment for him.

He also remembered that when his Chinese teacher played this drama in the classroom during his middle school years, it seemed that they were studying "On the Faults of Qin" at the time, so Xue Dinglu had a very deep impression of the last few episodes of the drama.

However, having to write a 1,000-word review after watching the TV series is another kind of torture.

If the old demon king of the Qin Empire still feels it's not enough after watching it.

The Great Han Empire, Records of the Three Kingdoms, Magical Book of Jin, History of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, History of the Song Dynasty, History of the Ming Dynasty, Modern History...

Each one is a top-notch experience, and each history book has its own unique features, guaranteeing that this old man will learn a lot.

If that's not enough, then American history, British history, French history, Roman history, and so on can all be arranged, guaranteed to leave the illiterate old man completely bewildered.

After such a long time, Xue's Law can guarantee that he has unique insights into how to coax old men.

After learning all these things, the old man can go to Longchang to comprehend the Dao and is guaranteed to gain some strange and wonderful insights.

Xue's Law could even show the old man the history of the Titan civilization, guaranteeing that the old man would be completely silent after seeing it. The Titan civilization was actually a multi-ethnic civilization.

But in order to cope with the crisis, they were united as one, giving their all, truly burning the last vestiges of their thousands of generations to obtain that meager hope.

So the old man became engrossed in watching the Qin Empire, and when Xue Lu looked over again, he found that the old man's phone screen was now displayed at a speed of more than ten times, and he was also multitasking, constantly flipping through the textbook in his hand.

"It's a simple speed-up spell. The original double speed was too slow, so I added some," the old demon king explained, before immediately immersing himself back into the story.

Soon, the break ended, and the second half of the ideological and political education class began. The bald old professor was still on the podium, lecturing on anecdotes and knowledge points. Xue Dinglu, bored, twirled his pen and glanced at the old devil again.

Good heavens, at this moment the old devil seems to have transformed into three heads and six arms. He flips through his textbook, takes notes, listens to the lecture, and at the same time keeps his eyes glued to his phone screen watching dramas.

Xue's Law: "..."

He's practically a superman...

This is actually because Xue Dinglu really got used to the atmosphere of Tokyo University. You know, let alone in another world, even in other countries, it would be impossible to teach such dragon-slaying skills to the common people.

History textbooks in other countries are mostly short lessons about gratitude, and they don't teach this kind of "taboo knowledge" to everyone bit by bit like they do here.

Xue's Law was something he had been accustomed to and adapted to since childhood, but for the old demon king, it had always puzzled him.

Why isn't this unstable knowledge, which teaches others how to slay dragons step by step, banned in this world? Have they reached a point of peace where such knowledge is no longer of concern?

Upon first encountering this knowledge, even though it was just the old professor's lecture on ideological and moral education, the old demon king realized that it was actually similar to teaching others how to overthrow the existing empire.

Although he didn't study much, he had a broad perspective. The knowledge he gained was simply because their world didn't have the habit of recording history or politics; it was all knowledge that existed for the study of killing, and that knowledge was of no use to him.

After gaining a general understanding, he felt even more surprised and puzzled, which made him even more eager for this knowledge.

It was as if a door to a new era had been opened for him. Looking at the records in his hand, the old demon king suddenly felt that there was no need to replicate other people's paths. With such a miraculous book and wisdom, he would surely be able to find a path to eternal peace that suited their world.

As the book says, other people's paths are only for reference; the path that is truly suitable for you must be created by yourself.

So the old man stopped arguing and studied diligently, much more diligently than the college students. Xue Luding, twirling his pen, thought of a point that puzzled him.

The Shub insectoids... also appeared in that old demon king's world?

He was initially unaware of the true nature of the Shub insectoid race, believing it to be a cosmic catastrophe. However, during the Black Mist Council meeting, he realized that this insectoid race was also a kin of an apostle.

Furthermore, even after the old demon king dealt with the eggs of the Shub insect race, the people there were still able to obtain the blood of the Shub insect race. Xue Law felt that there must be some conspiracy involved.

This time, he directly took out the Starfleet's lottery machine and began sending out: "After the Shub larvae are destroyed and cleared, will the remaining Zerg tissue fluid still have a contaminating effect? ​​What will be the consequences?"

After sending the signal, Xue Law estimated that he would receive a reply in about a few days.

……

In the afternoon, the interstellar column responded, a speed that even Xue Dalu hadn't expected.

[If the source of contamination is eliminated, the contaminant will gradually lose its activity. Afterwards, the Zerg's tissue fluid will still be contaminated, but it will no longer turn people into Zerg; instead, it will kill them like a deadly poison. In fact, this substance is extremely toxic and can be collected for use as poison. Anyone below the Angel level who gets hit by it will suffer greatly. —Anonymous operator]

Xue's Law: "..."

The old demon king himself demonstrated the consequences of being poisoned, but he was still betrayed by his most beloved youngest son, who nearly killed him.

The youngest son was probably stunned. He never expected his father to be so powerful, able to withstand a deadly poison that seemed incurable to them and still manage to overturn them all.

Xue's Law thought to himself.

Soon, it was time for get out of class to end. Xue Dinglu had a headache after a full day of classes, especially since the afternoon consisted of his two professional courses, Fire First Aid and Fire Control. In addition, he had skipped too many classes before, so he basically had to go all out to keep up with the pace in class.

But when get out of class ended, the teacher suddenly said, "Students, as required by the higher authorities, the number of university courses will be increased appropriately, and the workload will also increase appropriately. It may be common for students to have full classes from Monday to Friday. Study hard from now on. By the way, our school is piloting this policy of increasing the workload for university students, so please do well."

Xue's Law: "???"

Other college students: "???"

Then everyone checked their phones and felt like the sky was falling.

No, in high school they basically only got half a day off a month and studied for more than 15 hours a day. They finally got to rest in college, and then suddenly they found that high school started to reduce the workload and give students two days off a week, while college started to increase the workload.

Are they going to exploit this generation to the point of exhaustion?

Chapter 213 Before I Unified the World, There Were No Elders in My World

The class schedule has been updated; Monday through Friday are both full of classes.

There are even occasional classes on Saturdays and Sundays.

This news undoubtedly caused widespread lamentation in the campus group chat. It was a disastrous message for both students who were just trying to get a diploma and those who wanted to take the postgraduate entrance exam or the civil service exam.

Perhaps only those who are recommended for postgraduate studies feel indifferent, because they have always been this competitive.

At USTC, only those in the top 10% of students can be recommended for postgraduate studies, so those who are recommended for postgraduate studies are always the most competitive group.

"What's wrong? You look really unhappy." The old devil, who had been binge-watching dramas all afternoon, couldn't help but ask when he saw Xue Dinglu's droopy cat face.

"Ah, I just feel the malice of the times towards our graduating class. We were the most academically rigorous class in high school, and then after I entered university, the workload decreased in high school but increased in university... I suddenly remembered something else from my junior high school days..." Xue Dinglu said with a bitter face.

"When I was in the first year of junior high, it was our turn to shovel snow. When I was in the second year of junior high, the school changed its leaders and said that the duty roster would be rotated, so the second-year students were in charge of shoveling snow..." Xue Dinglu stared at the sky with dead fish eyes. He was suddenly very glad that he had received his memories from the parallel world.

If it weren't for his doctoral knowledge, he felt he might be the first planet guardian to be expelled from school for failing to get a degree.

If that's the case, he'll have no choice but to go to his mother and have his academic credentials falsified.

"Isn't this great?" the old demon king suddenly said.