Chapter 19: Young People Must Believe in Science!

Zheng Fa looked again and again, but truly could not discern any clue from them.

The lines on the few sheets of paper were chaotic, irregular, and even seemed to be drawn at random.

If Gao Yuan had not said this thing was related to the Immortal Sect, Zheng Fa would have believed his sister drew them.

"Where did you get this thing?"

He put down the pattern in his hand and asked Gao Yuan.

"My father gave it to me." Gao Yuan stared blankly at the roof, looking utterly disheartened.

"Your father said these are talismans and incantations?"

"It wasn't my father who said it. Didn't I tell you, the Seventh Young Master previously had five book attendants?" Gao Yuan explained to Zheng Fa: "This was drawn by the very first one."

"How did he know?"

"My father said this is actually not a secret within the manor. I heard the Seventh Young Master, for some reason, possessed the aptitude for cultivation but could not cultivate."

Even though only two people were in the room, Gao Yuan unconsciously lowered his voice.

Zheng Fa recalled that Instructor Xu had also unintentionally mentioned similar words.

"But the Seventh Young Master was never willing to give up, spending every day reading books on these talismans and incantations, spells, and such."

Zheng Fa pointed at the pattern on the white paper: "These?"

"Exactly! This was secretly copied by a previous book attendant. I heard that for this matter, he was harshly driven out of the manor by the Lady." Gao Yuan frowned: "As for me, this thing, copying it down is useless! Who can understand it!"

Zheng Fa strongly agreed with Gao Yuan's words.

Even though he already believed in his heart that these ghostly scribbles were truly related to those so-called talismans and incantations.

But no matter how he looked, he could not see anything special about these patterns.

"Your father managed to get all this?"

"Everyone in the Zhao Manor who wanted to curry favor with the Seventh Young Master, how many were there? Catering to his tastes, rats have rat paths; this thing isn't a big secret, it's just that no one can understand it!"

Zheng Fa could not help but sigh again; the Zhao Manor truly lived up to having an Immortal Sect background. Although Gao Yuan spoke lightly, outside the Zhao Manor, these few sheets of paper might be something ordinary people could never access in a lifetime.

He looked at these patterns a few more times, secretly committing these few drawings to memory.

In the evening, he saw Gao Yuan holding these few sheets of paper again, pondering deeply.

"Didn't you say you weren't looking anymore?"

"Not looking anymore, then this book attendant position will truly be gone!"

Gao Yuan said through gritted teeth. Zheng Fa nodded, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep in the lamplight.

When he woke up again, he was back in the modern world.

The sky outside had not fully brightened yet; it was only past five o'clock.

Zheng Fa quickly filled his stomach, did not take his schoolbag, and walked towards the outside of the school.

There were very few pedestrians on the road, only sanitation workers in orange vests sweeping fallen leaves on the street.

Within five hundred meters of Qingshui Middle School, there was a small park.

Zheng Fa walked into the park and found quite a few people already exercising in the morning.

They were mostly elderly uncles and aunts; Zheng Fa, a teenager, walking in here attracted many curious glances from the uncles.

He found an empty spot and assumed the stance of the Pine and Crane Post.

With his breathing, a familiar warm current emerged within his body.

It worked!

Zheng Fa cheered in his heart, nearly losing the rhythm of his breathing.

He had been thinking before of practicing the Pine and Crane Post in the modern world too, to make up for the disadvantage of starting late.

But he was also a bit worried that the rules of the two worlds were different, and that this world would not allow cultivation.

That is why he ran to the park early in the morning to try, not expecting it to be so smooth.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he gradually immersed himself in guiding the warm current within his body.

When he finished his daily standing post and felt his stomach rumbling with hunger, he slowly exhaled a long breath, and a clear crane cry issued from his mouth.

Opening his eyes again, he saw a face covered in wrinkles leaning close before him, the eyes full of curiosity.

This was an old man who looked over sixty, with white curly hair on his head, wearing an old man's undershirt, standing with his hands behind his back in front of Zheng Fa.

Seeing him open his eyes, the old man smiled embarrassedly and stepped back a pace.

"You are... opening your voice? Learning to sing?"

He asked with some curiosity, appearing to be puzzled by Zheng Fa's final strange breath.

"Uh, exercising the body."

"Exercising the body?" The old man laughed, twisting his body to mimic the pose Zheng Fa had just held: "Can you exercise the body like this?"

"I don't understand either, just learned it randomly."

Zheng Fa could not explain the effect of his Pine and Crane Post.

Another world and such was nonsense to begin with; if you mentioned Immortal Sect inheritance.

This old man would send you to a mental hospital.

"In my opinion, you have watched too many short videos; things like ancient martial arts breaking bricks, internal and external fist styles, are all fooling people. To exercise the body, running is better than anything! It's just that the crackdown hasn't been strict enough these past few years, otherwise I think those masters would all be locked up!" The old man evaluated solemnly, then looked at Zheng Fa's face and said: "Do you live nearby? From Qingshui Middle School?"

Hearing this, Zheng Fa felt something was wrong; this old man sounded like he was from the school?

"Which class are you in?"

Zheng Fa hurriedly said: "I'm from a neighboring city, just here to play!"

After speaking, he turned his head and walked out of the park.

"Exercising the body is a good thing, but you cannot learn everything!" The old man shouted behind him; "Young as you are, you must believe in science."

Only after walking out of the park did Zheng Fa wipe the sweat from his forehead, vowing in his heart never to come to this park again.

After morning self-study ended, Zheng Fa held a meat bun bought from the canteen in one hand and a pen in the other, drawing on scratch paper.

Before long, several patterns that looked like balls of yarn appeared under his pen.

They were precisely the so-called "talismans and incantations" that Gao Yuan had looked at earlier.

Zheng Fa had not studied them deeply at the time; first, he had sensed Gao Yuan's nervousness: Zheng Fa's progress in martial arts practice had been slightly faster than Gao Yuan's these past few days, and this young man, after all, had shallow depths of character and had already begun to distance himself subtly.

On the other hand, he was unwilling to have a guarded mindset toward anyone from the Zhao family, including Gao Yuan.

Immortal sect talismans and incantations sounded very tempting, but obviously not everyone was qualified to see them.

Otherwise, why would Gao Yuan's father have stuffed these few sheets of paper inside the food box?

Zheng Fa knew he did not have a steward father behind him like Gao Yuan; perhaps Gao Yuan could casually hold a few sheets of paper and look at them, but Zheng Fa was unsure what consequences would arise if he showed excessive interest in this thing.

So he simply took them to study in this world.

His memory was not bad; he had only glanced a few times, and these patterns were already imprinted in his mind.

However, as he looked and looked, he also began to understand Gao Yuan's breakdown—

This thing, no matter how one looked at it, offered no clue whatsoever.

"What are you looking at?"

Wang Chen suddenly popped his head up behind him, looking at the scratch paper in front of him, frowning as he stared back and forth: "What is this? Are you going to enter a math competition?"

"A math competition?"

"Yeah, if you're not entering a math competition, why are you looking at these geometric figures?"

Zheng Fa perked up: "You say these figures have something to do with a math competition?"

"I don't know; I haven't participated in competition training either, but I've seen the exercises written by competition students..." Wang Chen rubbed his chin and looked at these patterns again: "Yes, it's that feeling of nausea and vomiting upon seeing them, doubting that your brainstem is missing."