Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Chapter 474 - 267: Did All the Immortal Beast Foxes Understand?

Hoo...

The fierce wind blew, making the heavy curtain of the Bronze Hall sway and letting a sliver of sky light in, but it ultimately didn’t lift it.

In the pitch-black hall, Small and Big Eyes and Butterfly Knot tilted their heads and grinned.

This curtain was made by the two of them using vines and stones to give the hall shade, making it convenient for the master to view the Pill Fire projections on the floor!

Not just this curtain, they also plastered the holes in the roof with vines.

Now the only light in the entire hall was the large projection of biochemical processes on the floor.

Bai Mo sat behind the Bronze Table, sipping hot tea, occasionally looking up at the giant multicolored projection on the floor.

"Let’s leave this aside for now and switch to another."

With a thought, the fire from the Purple Bellflowers hanging upside down from the ceiling went out. The micrograph of the Pill Fire projection also disappeared.

Beside the Purple Bellflowers, the Centennial Mushroom hanging upside down began to flicker with fire, casting another large multicolored micrograph on the floor.

... Switched slides!

While Bai Mo drank tea and observed, occasionally at key points, he would have epiphanies deep within his heart.

"So this is how biochemical reactions work inside the organelles of Centennial Mushroom cells... like mitochondria. Creation is truly wondrous."

Comfortably seated, his understanding of the micro world grew increasingly profound and rich, quickly accumulating insight into plant neurology!

"Woof?"

At the hall entrance, beside the curtain, a furry head peeked in, sneaky, looking around.

It was Black Ears, holding a stack of documents.

Something big seemed to be happening in this hall?

Could it come in?

It hesitated until it heard the master’s voice from deep within the hall.

"Why are you dawdling? Come quickly!"

Black Ears grinned, holding the documents, wagging its tail, dashed in from the side of the hall, trying not to block the master’s view of the projection, first washed the documents clean with Butterfly Knot and Small and Big Eyes, then ran to the master’s side together.

Bang!

A stack of documents was placed on the table.

The three foxes were scooped up into the master’s arms, watching the large projection on the floor together.

Bai Mo multitasked, watching the projection, petting his apprentices, and flipping through the new documents.

The first document almost made him lose his composure.

[... I found men and women with relatively delicate Divine Sense, let them marry, and tried to see if they could give birth to children with even more delicate Divine Sense...]

The handwriting was blurry, the subsequent words worn down by time.

At the end, half a sentence was barely discernible.

[... It failed. The children they bore had very low intelligence like inbreeding, unable to cultivate to Sequence Seven...]

Bai Mo tugged at the corners of his mouth and put the document down.

In his arms, three disciples watched the Pill Fire projection on the floor for a while, then had enough, squinting and nestling their heads into the master’s embrace.

This projection had nothing interesting to see.

But snuggling in the master’s arms felt so comfortable!

Bai Mo flipped through a few more documents.

"Eh? This is the Ancient Immortal’s plant neurology research list?"

Although the Ancient Immortals didn’t have the Pill Fire Electron Microscope to see the most micro-level biochemical reactions, they left valuable material through generations of research and exploration, like this list!

Bai Mo occasionally looked up at the Pill Fire projection while transcribing this list.

"With this, we’re one step closer to the plant neurology vessel."

While transcribing, before he knew it, the three disciples wandered off.

Black Ears returned to excavation, Butterfly Knot and Small and Big Eyes, one went to make tea, another helped move the read documents away.

Bai Mo, meanwhile, continued transcribing swiftly.

At the end, he saw a warning from the Ancient Immortal.

[... Later generations must remember, do not cultivate Black Ghost Eye for plant neurology research]

[Black Ghost Eye must always be forbidden]

Black Ghost Eye?

What is this?

Bai Mo finished transcribing, put away the tablet.

In all the documents dug out from Fox Mountain over the past few years, was there mention of this Black Ghost Eye?

"Uh... this seems to be the first time."

...

"Breakfast is here!"

Yang Zhan hurriedly returned to the lab carrying a big bag of buns and a large bag of milk.

He saw Lan Fangfang asleep at the table.

Wan Bocheng, with dark circles, held documents beside the instruments, face full of confusion.

Huang Sitong leaned over, looking here and there.

Guan Yue Ling’s hair was tousled, eyes like a panda, an expression full of disbelief.

Other dozens of classmates either urgently napped on the table, flipped through documents, or checked reagents, all very anxious.

"Is it still not working?"

Yang Zhan leaned in before the computer screen and saw the red exclamation mark in the popup and the cold four-word message.

[Simulation Failed]

Wan Bocheng thanked Yang Zhan, then opened a carton of milk, chugging it, and reviewed.

"Step one, isolate and purify pheromones from Nepenthes.

"Step two, send the pheromones into the sample maker to make a sample chip.

"Step three, send the sample chip into the cryo-electron microscope to get a projection image.

"Step four, input the projection image into the computer to fit the three-dimensional structure.

"At what step did it go wrong? Why is fitting unsuccessful?"

Guan Yue Ling held her head, forehead pressed against the test bench, voice hoarse and broken.

"Over thirty people, a whole night’s time, resulted in a simulation failure. Are we all failures..."

Huang Sitong and Yang Zhan sat nearby.

Huang Sitong just accepted the milk and buns handed by Yang Zhan, and smiled to make peace.

Upon hearing Guan Yue Ling’s remark, she and Yang Zhan felt embarrassed again.

Running the entire process overnight means they are failures?