One day.
Wenren Sheng discovered that another neighbor had moved in.
It was an adorably chubby Little Fatty.
He had also brought along a Parrot.
This Parrot was rather interesting.
Whenever it saw Wenren Sheng, it would take the initiative to greet him: "Ah, you wise and dashing handsome man, you should be my master. That fatty isn't worthy."
"I want to follow you."
The Parrot's greatest daily hobby was crushing Little Fatty's confidence.
While flattering Wenren Sheng along the way.
Wenren Sheng saw at a glance that both the Parrot and Little Fatty had problems.
Something was off. They definitely wanted something from him.
But Wenren Sheng did not care.
As long as they did not seek death, he would not interfere.
That day, Little Fatty found Wenren Sheng and asked curiously, "Sir, what are you doing?"
"I'm researching technology. Technology can help people progress," Wenren Sheng said gently, as if he were looking at his own great-grandson.
"Really? That's amazing! I admire scientists the most. Can you teach me?"
"Sure. As long as you're willing to learn."
After saying that, Wenren Sheng gave him a catalog.
Thirty-six thousand five hundred books.
This was no exaggeration.
That was how many books he had read over the years.
"Read all of them, and you'll be able to understand what I'm doing."
"If you want to learn, then learn."
Little Fatty took the catalog, pulled a long face, and began borrowing books from outside.
Of course, he only borrowed the books. He would not actually read them himself.
Instead, he used the simulator to read them.
Now that his cultivation had become mortal, the simulator only required gold to recharge.
He could simulate almost endlessly, as long as he could endure it.
Thus, more than thirty thousand books only meant spending