### In the quiet room, Wang Qi calmly continued weaving warp and weft, constructing algorithms. Working together, he and Jarvis could rival a whole team of top programmers. Wang Qi's own theoretical expertise had already approached—or even surpassed—that of Earth's legendary programmers. With the two of them working in perfect concert, there was no problem they could not conquer, no BUG that could endure for long.
Zhen Chanzi waited a long while before Wang Qi finally paused to rest. He asked, "Why did you give them the Myriad Image Hexagram Script?"
"It benefits me," Wang Qi answered without thinking.
"I can't see how." Zhen Chanzi said, "They're Ancient Method Cultivators. Even if they learn it, what benefit could it bring you?"
"There was once a great poet who liked reciting his poems to illiterate old women. He believed that any poem an old woman could not understand was not a good poem." Wang Qi said, "It's roughly the same principle. The Myriad Image Hexagram Script was meant for the common people. Only a Myriad Image Hexagram Script that Ancient Method Cultivators can understand is a good Myriad Image Hexagram Script."
The Myriad Image Hexagram Script was a high-level language, only one step away from natural language. To those unfamiliar with computational methods, it was at most a "barbarian tongue" with strange grammar. Some uncivilized primitive barbarian tribes in the frontier wastelands had languages even more primitive and benighted, with grammar that violated the linguistic habits of cultivators from the central lands of Divine Province even more than the Myriad Image Hexagram Script did.
Once one reached the step of "natural language," though, things became difficult.
Wang Qi had heard in his previous life that some people had tackled natural language parsing through certain distinctive minority languages. In that regard, inflected