Chapter 911 - 481: Nightmare Language Immortal, False Knowledge_2

Chapter 911: Chapter 481: Nightmare Language Immortal, False Knowledge_2

Their faces were pale and bright, their smiles like the spring breeze, but their brows and eyes were full of malice, even complaining about the fake scripture’s slow and weak effects.

What can I say?

I can only say thank you for your patronage, come again next time, and old customers get a 20% discount.

Bai Mo took a sip of tea, feeling speechless.

Clearly researching the Golden Pocket Pig Cage, how did I come across such strange characters and events?

I can only say, the bigger the forest, the more types of birds there are!

Later, as the business grew, the resources in my hands increased, and I used resources to find famous teachers for tutoring, forcibly building a Knowledge Container, and with an abundance of resources, I forcefully stepped into Sequence Five.

Knowledge changes life, isn’t that the saying? It must be talking about my situation!

Not only true knowledge can change life.

Fake knowledge can also do so.

My life was transformed by fake knowledge, turning a mundane person like me into a Grass Pill Master by force.

My fellow disciples, the sons and grandsons of sirs in the Holy Land, were also changed by fake knowledge, turned into madmen.

Hahaha, life, isn’t it truly lamentable!

As the business grew, the name Gou Sheng was no longer imposing enough.

I decided to change my name to Nightmare Language Immortal.

And I am willing to call this set of methodologies that compile fake scriptures, Immortal Technique, Nightmare Language.

I decide to record this Nightmare Language Immortal Technique for posterity, and someday find a disciple and establish a sect.

Thousands of years later, perhaps I will no longer exist in this world, but my Nightmare Language Immortal Technique can be passed down forever.

Thousands of years later, perhaps my visage will be forgotten by the world, but every time my disciples and grand-disciples use this Immortal Technique, they will still recite my name.

Next is the first Chapter of this Nightmare Language Immortal Technique. I will start from the Golden Pocket Pig Cage, favored by the sons of sirs, to narrate how to concoct a proper nightmare language...

Bai Mo couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

With the Ancient Immortal’s experiences and obsessions, he didn’t know how to comment.

Continuing the search for "Golden Pocket Pig Cage," he found nothing further.

"What to do? Do I have to wait for Wang E?"

He sipped his tea, pondered for a while, and decided to take a look at that Nightmare Language Immortal Technique.

...

The sky hadn’t brightened yet, the night sky was still deep black.

No. 47 Middle School in West State, the school gate was locked, cordoned off, a banner hung, announcing "West State Immortal Committee Recruitment Exam No. 47 Middle School Exam Venue."

Indeed, the Immortal Exam was about to begin!

Not just at No. 47 Middle School!

This Immortal Exam was vast in scale, with numerous participants.

Throughout West State, over two hundred schools, large and small, became exam sites.

Within No. 47, various instruction signs, security checkpoints, signal cars, power cars, medical vehicles, and so forth had all been arranged.

Having labored throughout the night, the Immortal Technique Committee members who had just completed all checks slept sprawled in the exam office.

"Zzzz... zzzz..."

It was Zhang Shan, wearing a military coat, slumped over on a chair, snoring as he slept.

Creaaak...

The exam office door opened.

Professor Zhang, also with dark circles under his eyes, peeked in, about to ask something, but seeing the room full of sleeping people, he gave a wry smile and closed his mouth without saying anything, instead stepping inside to search for documents on the table.

...

At Eleventh Middle School, the corridor lights in the teaching building were brightly lit.

Wan Bocheng, Lan Fangfang, and others were doing the final round of checks on the examination room doorplates.

"Exam Room 44, is it this one?"

"Check the floor plan."

"Ai, why did we come here as volunteers?

"I really want to be at Bai Mo Pharmaceutical Factory’s exam site!"

Chu Mian scoffed.

"Don’t even think about it!

"The pharmaceutical factory only has five hundred examinees, and they held the exam at Red Qu Road Primary School.

"Besides, they don’t even recruit volunteers, it’s all organized by factory employees and the Immortal Technique Committee."

...

The sky was just dawning.

The entrance of Red Qu Road Primary School was still immersed in the subtle night and the chilly wind.

Swoosh...

A government vehicle drove in and parked in front of the teaching building.

Stepping out were Bai Mo and his fox disciple Big Snowflake, on his shoulder.

He looked up, seeing the security and Immortal examination facilities at the school entrance were ready for activation at any time.

A security-special vehicle from the Immortal Committee was also parked nearby.

Seeing a notice board at the entrance of the building, the floor plan of the exam rooms was already posted.

"Is everything almost ready?"

The scale of the exam at the pharmaceutical factory was small, with only five hundred examinees, sixteen exam rooms, and one small teaching building was enough.

"Expert Bai Mo!"

It was Chen Yuanlin, emerging from the teaching building, waving with a smile!

"Why did you come so early?

"It’s cold outside, let’s wait a while in the exam office.

"Actually, there isn’t much to do."

He wore a "Examination Patrol Official" badge around his neck, and with two additional badges in hand, he approached Bai Mo.

"Your work ID."

Bai Mo took it and hung it around his neck, seeing the large characters "Chief Examiner" printed on the badge.

"Also General Manager Little Fox’s ID."

Big Snowflake, perched on his master’s shoulder, beamed and took the badge, hanging it around its neck.

"Yip yip yip!"

It couldn’t read, but the three words on its badge were only one word different from its master’s and were exactly the same as Chen Yuanlin’s, which made it very happy!

It gave a thumbs-up to Chen Yuanlin!

No wonder fellow disciples said this guy had prospects; he certainly knows how to accomplish things!

Bai Mo looked at the "Examination Patrol Official" on the fox disciple’s neck, his mouth twitched slightly.

"Uh... alright, I guess."

...

No. 47 Middle School was a large exam site, accommodating over two thousand examinees, with nearly a hundred exam rooms.

In the exam office, a group of Immortal Technique Committee members were sleeping soundly, some curled on the couch, some shrunk in chairs, some sprawled on the desk.

They were exhausted!

"Li Yuan, you and Zhang Shan, Lu Yang, all joined my sect together, started cultivation at the same time, and joined the Immortal Committee together, right?

"You and Zhang Shan worked yourselves to the bone, yet Zhang Shan became a squad leader, Lu Yang a director, and Yu Tingting a group leader.

"And you remained just a common soldier, isn’t it frustrating? Doesn’t it feel bad?"

Li Yuan, curled up on the sofa asleep, groggily heard someone speaking by his ear.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he lifted his head, seeing a round face right in front of him.

"Ah!"

Startled, he shivered!

He was startled to find he was not on the exam office sofa, but on the grassland in a dream.

This chubby face was actually his Ancient Immortal Master, Round Stone Ancient Immortal!

His face was pale, eyes flickering, not sure how to respond to the Ancient Immortal.

Whether in the Immortal Committee or the dream, he always kept a low profile, avoiding taking the lead, shrinking back during tasks, standing at the back of formations, mastering the inconspicuous!

He was even amazed... the Ancient Immortal knew his name?

At this moment, he trembled, dared not meet the Ancient Immortal’s eyes, and didn’t know how to answer the Ancient Immortal’s question.

Then he saw the Ancient Immortal’s thick hand pat his shoulder.

"I have a good opportunity!

"I have a Martial Arts Organ here, it’s about to spoil, utterly useless.

"I’ll transplant it into you.

"It’ll gradually enhance your Immortal skills, slowly turning you into an expert, gradually helping you make a name.

"But you must not tell anyone, let no one know.

"In return, in the future, when you become an expert, you must help your Master with something.

"How about it?"

Li Yuan looked at his Master’s chubby face, thoughts disordered, eyes out of focus, body trembling.

He didn’t want to be the center of attention!

To peacefully survive this lifetime would be good enough!

The Ancient Immortal showed a somewhat discouraged expression.

"This thing has only one day left before it becomes inactive and must be transplanted immediately.

"After transplantation, in three years, it won’t have much effect, not enough to make a difference, won’t help me achieve much.

"At most, it can give you more self-protection abilities amid the chaos."

Li Yuan’s eyes lit up!

In three years, no need for repayment?

Plus, enhance self-protection abilities?

Three years?

Can the Dream of Myriad Immortals last three years?

Can the Immortal Committee sustain for three years?

Can Li Yuan survive for three years?

It’s hard to say!

He gave an awkward smile, trying to put on a pleasing expression.

"Ma... Master, can my physique handle transplantation?"