Chapter 910 - 481: Nightmare Language Immortal, False Knowledge

Chapter 910: Chapter 481: Nightmare Language Immortal, False Knowledge

Hoo...

Cold wind gusted into the Bronze Hall.

It swept the flying sand, blowing on the Time Furnace beside the hall, on the towering Golden Pocket Pig Cage, on the table where the White Earrings were brewing tea for the master with a "rustle".

"Ying ying ying!"

This is another batch of new tea from Fox Mountain, freshly fried in the cafeteria, with an extraordinarily bright soup color!

Bai Mo picked it up, took a sip, and exhaled a fragrant breath with a "huff".

"Hmm, very nice."

The tea leaves are still the same!

But that kid, Black Nose, has improved his tea frying skills.

He grinned, drinking tea with White Earrings.

While drinking, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as he went to the Ghost Eye Machine Room to search for knowledge related to "Golden Pocket Pig Cage" and "Gui Xu Bottle".

First, search for "Gui Xu Bottle"... found nothing.

"This is strange, those fierce Ancient Immortals who dare to risk their lives in the Great Treasure Vault are not at all interested in the legendary fantasy tools? No one researches them?"

What Bai Mo doesn’t know is that just as fugitives wouldn’t care about the SCP Foundation, the fierce ones of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty wouldn’t bother with imagined things by fools.

Then search for "Golden Pocket Pig Cage"...

[...Prince Pi Yue is indeed extravagant, using a parade of ten Golden Pocket Pig Cages with five hundred years of history, what makes him so remarkable that he can be replaced...]

What the heck?

[...The medicinal frost on the inner wall of the Golden Pocket Pig Cage is an extremely top-notch sealing medicine...]

This isn’t what he wanted either.

[...The robe of the Celestial Shadow Prince is truly magnificent, shimmering with gold. I once thought it was silk drawn from gold, but later learned it was the golden thread pulled from the Golden Pocket Pig Cage. My goodness, that’s worth more than gold...]

[...The medicinal effects of the Golden Pocket Pig Cage can be used to treat the stomach ailments of super-large Immortal Beasts! But there are many cheaper Immortal Grasses that can replace it...]

This Golden Pocket Pig Cage seems to have quite a reputation in the Ancient Immortal Dynasty; many Immortals have mentioned it.

"It seems this Immortal Grass is considered one of those expensive, aesthetically pleasing items in the Ancient Immortal Dynasty with not much actual medicinal effect? Similar to modern luxury goods?"

Bai Mo searched out dozens of results continuously, but none were related to what he wanted.

He drank tea and arranged himself comfortably on the sofa to continue his search.

[...The structure of the Golden Pocket Pig Cage resembles the human stomach, thus one can use the idea of strengthening the stomach to enhance the Golden Pocket Pig Cage...]

"Hmm? This seems useful?"

Bai Mo smacked his lips and, with a heart thought, guided by Divine Sense, read the entire article from the Ghost Eye Machine Room.

[Back then, when I was studying at the Pill Palace, I once bore a grudge against someone]

[I was skinny and small, learned slowly, couldn’t keep up with the coursework, and had no hope of condensing a container. Even the simplest Stem Container seemed out of reach for me]

[My classmates were slightly stronger than me but, in fact, were under a lot of pressure daily]

[But later, disgustingly, these dogs turned to me to relieve their stress?]

[I was filled with hatred and wanted revenge but couldn’t find a way]

[After all, I was physically weak and my Immortal Technique was lousy]

[But I accidentally discovered that I seemed to have a knack for fabricating false knowledge?]

"Ah?"

Seeing this, Bai Mo already felt that something was amiss.

Could it be... the knowledge about the Golden Pocket Pig Cage is also fake?

[Perhaps people are really different, each has their own strengths?]

[The false knowledge I fabricated appears very logically coherent, seamlessly fitting, and since it’s false, it’s easier and smoother to learn than true knowledge]

[To avenge those who bullied me, I read late into the night every day, writing volumes of false knowledge and secretly placing them on the shelf for their reading]

[They were particularly happy after reading them; learning was easy, smooth, and seamless]

[In this way, I was also happy because their happiness and reduced pressure meant they wouldn’t bully me anymore]

[Thus, for seventy years, I persisted in writing false scriptures while they persisted in learning them]

[My technique for writing false scriptures got better and my ideas became increasingly mature and smooth, developing many paths. In this regard, I seemed to have no bottleneck?]

[They learned false scriptures more smoothly, in increasing volumes, and more joyously. There were even times when they found contradictions between true and false scriptures, which scared me greatly, but they scoffed at true scriptures, discarded them into trash bins, laughed heartily, saying the fool in charge of purchasing at the Pill Palace bought pirated ones, and they could tell the taste was off at a glance]

[Thus, for seventy years, we coexisted peacefully]

[In the seventy-first year, I fled]

[Because an idiot learning false scriptures, feeling perfected, wanted to condense a container, but halfway through, became disheveled, screamed skyward, bled from the seven orifices, slapped himself madly... ended up insane]

Bai Mo tugged at the corner of his mouth.

[I ultimately couldn’t condense a container]

[But I no longer sought such things either]

[I discovered my speciality is false scriptures, those that seem correct and logically coherent but at the end result in immense contradictions and flaws that collapse others’ cognition and drive them insane!]

[To my surprise, these false scriptures are quite marketable?]

[Many sons and grandsons of princes from the Holy Lands came to buy false scriptures from me to teach their siblings]

[Ah, such brotherly discord, fratricidal incidents are truly human tragedies]

[One by one, these glamorous princely sons and grandsons approached, narrated their requests to me, and sought customized false scriptures]