Young People Should Believe in Science!

Zheng Fa looked again and again, but couldn't make heads or tails of it.

The papers were covered in messy, irregular lines, as if drawn carelessly.

If Gao Yuan hadn't said this stuff was related to the Immortal Sect, Zheng Fa would have believed his sister had drawn it.

"Where did you get this?"

He put down the drawing and asked Gao Yuan.

"My father gave it to me." Gao Yuan stared blankly at the ceiling, looking dejected.

"Your father said it was a talisman?"

"No, my father didn't say that. Didn't I tell you the Seventh Young Master used to have five pages?" Gao Yuan explained to Zheng Fa, "This was drawn by the very first page."

"Where did he learn it from?"

"My father said it's not really a secret in the manor. Apparently, the Seventh Young Master, for some reason, has the aptitude for cultivation but can't cultivate."

Even though there were only two of them in the room, Gao Yuan unconsciously lowered his voice.

Zheng Fa remembered Instructor Xu had also inadvertently said something similar.

"But the Seventh Young Master has never been resigned to his fate. He spends all his time reading books on talismans and spells."

Zheng Fa pointed at the drawings on the white paper. "These are them?"

"Exactly! This was secretly copied by a previous page. I heard that for this, Madam severely kicked him out of the manor." Gao Yuan frowned. "If you ask me, copying this is useless! Who can understand it!"

Zheng Fa strongly agreed with Gao Yuan.

Even though he already believed in his heart that these scribbles were indeed related to those so-called talismans.

But no matter how he looked at them, he couldn't see anything special about these patterns.

"Your father can get these?"

"How many people in the Zhao Manor want to please the Seventh Young Master? To cater to his tastes, everyone has their own way. This isn't some great secret, it's just that no one can understand it!"

Zheng Fa couldn't help but sigh again. The Zhao Manor truly lived up to its reputation as having connections to the Immortal Sect. Though Gao Yuan said it so casually, outside the Zhao Manor, these few pieces of paper might be something an ordinary person could never encounter in their lifetime.

He glanced at the drawings a few more times, secretly memorizing them in his mind.

In the evening, he saw Gao Yuan holding these papers again, deep in thought.

"Weren't you not looking anymore?"

"If I don't look, I'll really lose this page position!"

Gao Yuan said through gritted teeth. Zheng Fa nodded, fell onto the bed, and drifted off to sleep under the lamplight.

When he woke up again, he was back in modern times.

It wasn't fully light outside yet, only a little past five.

Zheng Fa quickly ate something and left the school without his bag.

There were very few pedestrians on the road, only cleaners in orange-red vests sweeping fallen leaves.

There was a small park about five hundred meters from Qingshui Middle School.

Zheng Fa walked into the park and found quite a few people already doing their morning exercises.

They were mostly elderly people. Zheng Fa, a young boy, walking in attracted quite a few curious glances from the elders.

He found an empty spot and struck the Crane Pine Stance.

With his breath, a familiar warm current appeared within his body.

It worked!

Zheng Fa cheered inwardly, almost losing his rhythm.

He had been thinking about practicing the Crane Pine Stance in the modern world to make up for his late start.

But he was also a little worried that the rules of the two worlds were different and he wouldn't be able to practice here.

That's why he had rushed to the park early in the morning to try, and to his surprise, it went so smoothly.

Suppressing his inner excitement, he gradually immersed himself in guiding the warm current within his body.

When he finished his daily stance practice and felt his stomach rumbling with hunger, he slowly let out a breath, and a clear crane cry came from his mouth.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a wrinkled face leaning in front of him, her eyes full of curiosity.

This was an old man who looked to be in his sixties, with white curly hair on his head. He wore an old man's undershirt and stood with his hands behind his back in front of Zheng Fa.

Seeing him open his eyes, the old man smiled sheepishly and took a step back.

"What was that... clearing your throat? Are you a singer?"

He asked curiously, seemingly captivated by the strange breath Zheng Fa had just let out.

"Uh, exercising."

"Exercising?" The old man chuckled, twisting his body into the pose Zheng Fa had just held. "You can exercise like this?"

"I don't know either, I just learned it randomly."

Zheng Fa found it difficult to explain the function of his Crane Pine Stance.

Talking about another world was simply preposterous. If he mentioned the inheritance of an Immortal Sect, the old man would probably send him to a mental hospital.

"I think you've watched too many short videos," the old man commented earnestly. "All that stuff about ancient martial arts breaking bricks, internal and external martial arts, it's all a scam. Exercising, like running, is better than anything! It's just that the crackdown hasn't been strict enough these past few years, otherwise, I think all those masters would be locked up!" He glanced at Zheng Fa's face and continued, "Do you live nearby too? Qingshui Middle School?"

Hearing this, Zheng Fa felt something was off. This old man sounded like he was from the school?

"Which class are you in?"

Zheng Fa quickly replied, "I'm from the city next door, just here to visit!"

With that, he turned and walked out of the park.

"Exercising is a good thing, but you can't just learn anything!" the old man shouted from behind him. "You're young, you should believe in science."

It wasn't until he was out of the park that Zheng Fa wiped the sweat from his brow, vowing never to return to this park again.

After morning self-study ended, Zheng Fa held a meat bun bought from the cafeteria in one hand and a pen in the other, drawing on scratch paper.

Soon, several patterns that looked like balls of yarn appeared under his pen.

These were precisely the so-called "talismans" that Gao Yuan had looked at earlier.

Zheng Fa hadn't studied them in depth at the time. Firstly, he sensed Gao Yuan's nervousness. Zheng Fa's progress in practicing martial arts had been slightly faster than Gao Yuan's for the past few days. This young man, after all, was not as cunning and had already begun to subtly distance himself.

On the other hand, he was wary of the people in Zhao Manor, and even Gao Yuan himself.

Immortal Sect talismans sounded very tempting, but clearly, not everyone was qualified to see them.

Otherwise, why would Gao Yuan's father have stuffed these pieces of paper into the lunchbox?

Zheng Fa knew he didn't have a butler father like Gao Yuan. Perhaps Gao Yuan could openly look at a few pieces of paper, but Zheng Fa wasn't sure what the consequences would be if he showed excessive interest in these things.

So, he decided to bring them to this world to study.

His memory was quite good. After just a few glances, these patterns were imprinted in his mind.

However, as he looked at them, he began to understand Gao Yuan's frustration—

There seemed to be no clue to be found.

"What are you looking at?"

Wang Chen suddenly appeared behind him, peering at the scratch paper in front of Zheng Fa, frowning as he looked back and forth. "What is this? Are you preparing for a math competition?"

"Math competition?"

"Yeah, if not for a math competition, why would you be looking at these geometric figures?"

Zheng Fa's spirits lifted. "You're saying these figures are related to math competitions?"

"I don't know, I've never participated in competition training before. But I've seen practice problems written by competition students…" Wang Chen stroked his chin and looked at the patterns again. "Yeah, it's that feeling where you see them and feel disgusted, want to vomit, and question if your brain stem is missing."