Another month passed, and Wenren Sheng called the Purple Flower Hound over.
"I've deduced that technique. It can fulfill your wish."
"Really?" Zhao Han sprawled lazily on the ground.
It did not want to think about ideals or wishes. It only wanted to sleep and gnaw bones.
In any case, it was becoming more and more like an actual dog.
"Of course it's real. The martial art I deduced transforms the vertical transmission of mental imprints into horizontal transmission, establishing node after node so that people can share parts of their thoughts..."
"Nodes, sharing—isn't that internet thinking?" Zhao Han immediately perked up, straightened herself, and shook out her fur.
"The internet? What's that?" Wenren Sheng feigned ignorance. "In any case, its emergence can leave corrupt officials with nowhere to hide, keep emperors from shutting their eyes and stuffing their ears, and allow the grievances of ordinary commoners to reach the imperial ear directly."
"Useless. The emperor and corrupt officials may not be on the same side, but the emperor won't stand up for ordinary commoners either. Only you can stand up for yourself." Zhao Han understood this principle well. She would never, like the ancients, place her hopes in an enlightened emperor.
Still, she knew very well how powerful the internet was. It had transformed the fabric of human society in an unprecedented way.
What would happen if it appeared in a feudal Martial Arts society? Thinking of this, she became immensely excited and shook her dog head. "I want to learn it. I want to learn it."
Three months later, Zhao Han finally learned Wenren Sheng's modified Heavenly Fiend Blood Concealment Art. Of course, it had now been renamed the Heaven and Earth Interconnection Art.
"Connected through the heart, linked through the spirit; heart and spirit as one,