If Xuan Zi just gave up booze and chicken legs, could the Inner Court geniuses' survival rate soar by eight hundred percent?

"Teacher Su, class is over? Everyone's sitting in the pavilion at the village entrance."

When Qian Duoduo saw that Su Xian had finished teaching, he hurried over.

By now, his admiration for this blind man with gauze over his eyes was so complete he could have prostrated himself.

Every time he heard Su Xian critique Shrek's "idiotic moves," his heart pounded with alarm, yet he also longed to dig something substantial out of that venomous mouth that could overturn the continent's balance of power.

"Sure. Uncle Mo Niu, help me over for a little stroll." Su Xian readily agreed.

He liked showing off in front of the villagers in these mountains.

First, it made him look like a top student with five cartloads of learning, establishing absolute prestige in the village and making any future educational work easier to carry out.

Second, staying cooped up in the wooden cabin every day really was boring. Going out to chat and boast with the villagers was one of the few pleasures of volunteering as a teacher in Daliang Mountain.

Unfortunately, Su Xian's painstaking efforts to establish his authority were clearly wasted.

Because there was not a single ordinary person in this "Niulai Village."

At that moment, Mu En, Yan Shaozhe, and the others were already in position at the covered pavilion outside the Sea God Pavilion.

To simulate the atmosphere of a remote mountain village's "village-entrance intelligence center," the Sea God Pavilion's elders had gone to considerable trouble.

They had not only forced several high-ranking female Soul Masters to dress in coarse hemp clothing and play village women, exchanging remarks like "Time to head home and cook" and "Off to feed the pigs" when Su Xian passed, to make it feel more authentic.

Mu En had even gone so far as to have Xuan Zi use Soul Power to smash out a "fake pigsty" beside the pavilion.

Leaning on his white cane and supported by Qian Duoduo, Su Xian stumbled over the dirt path deliberately made full of ruts and holes, never once suspecting that he was anywhere other than an unspoiled, impoverished mountain village.

"Oh, Teacher Su's here!"

"Thanks for your hard work, Teacher Su! Have you eaten?"

"We were just about to head home and cook. Come sit down, Teacher Su!"

Hearing Su Xian's footsteps, the female Soul Masters posing as village women immediately followed the script, greeting him warmly before finding excuses to leave.

These were the details. After all, if the village entrance held nothing but a bunch of old men, even an idiot would notice something was wrong.

"Teacher Su, come sit over here!" Yan Shaozhe lowered his voice and welcomed him enthusiastically in a stiff rural accent.

He had figured it out now. Since he could not argue back, he would swallow his pride first and squeeze every last good thing out of this blind man!

Su Xian felt his way onto a stone stool in the pavilion. He had barely sat down when he heard somewhat hurried breathing beside him, along with what sounded like someone gnawing on something hard.

It was Xuan Zi, who had only recently been resuscitated. He no longer dared gnaw on fragrant roast chicken in front of Su Xian and could only squat miserably in a corner, chewing on a raw ear of corn.

"Uncle Mo Niu, who's this old gentleman beside us?" Su Xian asked in puzzlement.

Holding back laughter, Qian Duoduo hurriedly pointed at Yan Shaozhe and Xuan Zi and introduced them. "Oh, Teacher Su! Forgot to introduce them! We keep names pretty simple in our village! This is A Zhe, full name A Shuozhe! That old gentleman chewing corn beside him is a lonely old man from our village, A Nuo Jizi!"

Yan Shaozhe clenched his fists, his back teeth grinding audibly.

What do you mean, A Zhe!

Qian Duoduo, you're definitely doing this to get one over on me!

But for the sake of the bigger picture, the esteemed dean of the Martial Soul Department could only steel himself and give two dry chuckles. "Ahem... yes, Teacher Su, just call me A Zhe."

Xuan Zi, chewing corn in the corner, rolled his eyes and found the raw corn in his hand even harder to swallow.

"Nice. You all have the surname A. Easy to remember." Su Xian smiled, paid it no further mind, and began his daily routine of showing off.

Mu En immediately took the hint and steered the conversation onto the proper track. "Teacher Su, we just heard you teaching those children something about Pinyin letters, and yesterday you mentioned 'industrialization' and 'science'! We're all rough folk who can't read a single word. What exactly is science good for?"

Good grief!

They don't even know what science is good for. The spread of knowledge in these mountains is too pitiful to look at!

Su Xian nearly burst out laughing.

But he showed no impatience.

Because only by showing off before villagers who "knew a little, but not much" could he seem unfathomably knowledgeable.

"Science is useful for an awful lot!"

Su Xian cleared his throat. "Take biology and chemistry! Uncle Mu En, do you know there's something made through chemical synthesis and biological formulation called 'chemical fertilizer'?"

"Chemical fertilizer? What is that?" Everyone froze.

On the Douluo Continent, while commoners did not quite starve, and Soul Masters' methods could increase grain yields, this remained at the most basic level of keeping people fed and clothed.

But for those "heavenly treasures" and "spirit plants and immortal herbs" that contained the primal energy of heaven and earth, could directly improve a Soul Master's cultivation, or could be used in pill refining, the growing conditions were stringent!

They easily required hundreds or thousands of years to mature, and large-scale artificial cultivation was simply impossible.

That was also why high-grade medicinal herbs were so expensive.

"Chemical fertilizer is a nutrient bomb synthesized artificially through chemical analysis of the nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, and other elements plants need to grow!"

With a grand sweep of his hand, Su Xian tossed out a premise capable of shattering the Douluo Continent's common knowledge:

"If you understand modern biological science, you can not only triple ordinary rice yields per mu! You can even-if you understand how to analyze those elemental compositions and soil conditions, and use scientifically formulated 'chemical fertilizer' and 'Greenhouse Soilless Cultivation Technology'..."

Su Xian declared confidently, "Those plants that originally needed many years to grow would need only a few months with scientifically accelerated maturation. You could mass-produce them on assembly lines like Chinese cabbages!"

If the earlier "Sea God Pavilion Central Bank" had been about destroying opponents economically, then the theory of "scientific farming" Su Xian had just thrown out left Mu En and the others utterly stunned!

Mass-produced... like Chinese cabbages. Wouldn't that mean even those heavenly treasures, those immortal herbs, could be grown that way?!

This was fucking wresting creation's bounty from heaven and earth!!!

Over the Douluo Continent's ten thousand years, how many peerless geniuses had stalled at the threshold of Titled Douluo because they lacked supreme immortal herbs to cleanse their meridians and marrow?

If Shrek truly mastered this so-called "biochemical technology," why bother going to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt Soul Beasts and seek opportunities?

They could simply open up a few hundred mu of land in the Inner Court and use immortal herbs as plentiful as Chinese cabbages to feed an entire army into becoming Super Douluos!

Forcing down his shock, Yan Shaozhe asked in a trembling voice, "Th-then, Teacher Su! If the Pinyin you just taught counts as language studies, what about physics and mathematics? What could we do if we mastered those two?"

"Physics and mathematics?"

At that question, a mischievously wicked smile curled Su Xian's lips.

"Physics and mathematics are used to calculate the laws governing everything in the world! You can even use them to calculate some absurdly dark jokes."

As soon as Su Xian said this, the air around them inexplicably grew a little colder.

Xuan Zi, in particular, shivered as he squatted in the corner gnawing raw corn. He kept feeling as though an ominous premonition was settling over him.

"Let's take the most straightforward example."

Su Xian gestured in the air with both hands and began spouting nonsense with a perfectly straight face. "Let's keep using the plot of that book, 'Peerless Tang Sect.'"

"Uncle Mu En, if you've read spoilers online, you should know! In Shrek's Sea God Pavilion, there's a Level 98 Taotie Douluo named 'Xuan Zi.' That old man is an unbelievably disastrous liability! When he leads teams on missions, he's so busy gnawing chicken legs and drinking that Shrek Inner Court's geniuses get wiped out by Evil Soul Masters and Ferocious Beasts, time after time!"

Xuan Zi's expression changed. Even the ear of corn in his hand was trembling slightly.

"Now, suppose we use physics' 'law of kinetic energy conversion' and 'law of conservation of mass,' combined with 'calculus' from advanced mathematics, to construct a 'probability model of Xuan Zi getting his own people killed'!"

As though transformed into a physicist, Su Xian began his logical deductions:

"Assume that when Xuan Zi bites into a piece of premium roast chicken, chewing and swallowing takes 3.5 seconds, while a mouthful of liquor lets alcohol numb his already sluggish neurons, delaying his reaction speed by 0.8 seconds!"

"In other words, every time Xuan Zi eats, he creates a 4.3-second 'absolute defensive vacuum'!"

Su Xian's voice rose:

"And within those 4.3 seconds, a seven-ring Evil Soul Master can burst forward at an initial velocity of 150 meters per second! A Ferocious Beast's pouncing speed can reach as high as 200 meters per second!"

"According to the displacement formula, S=Vt! During that 4.3-second vacuum, an Evil Soul Master has enough time to cross six to eight hundred meters and, the instant Xuan Zi lets out a satisfied burp, tear those still-dazed Shrek Inner Court geniuses into a sky full of bloody mist!"

Inside the pavilion, Mu En, Qian Duoduo, and Yan Shaozhe were all dumbstruck.

They had never imagined anyone could use such rigorous numbers and formulas to dissect how a tragedy unfolded!

But it was not over yet. Su Xian delivered the final, fatal blow:

"Through rigorous mathematical calculations, we can derive an 'equation of mass conservation'-"

Slapping his thigh, Su Xian declared with ringing conviction, "The energy generated by every jin of chicken-leg meat Xuan Zi eats is precisely equal to the mass of flesh and blood scattered into the air when one of Shrek's peerless geniuses is blasted apart!"

"So! If that old fool Xuan Zi understood advanced mathematics and physics, all he'd need is a little calculation to discover, to his despair..."

Su Xian sneered. "He only has to swear a solemn oath to give up drinking and chicken legs completely! The survival rate of Shrek Inner Court's geniuses would soar by eight hundred percent!!!"

"..."

Yan Shaozhe's mouth fell open.

Qian Duoduo's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Mu En gripped his cane even tighter, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Using physics to calculate the probability of eating chicken legs getting geniuses killed?

This blind man's mouth was ten thousand times more venomous than Ultimate Poison!

Plop.

In the corner.

The raw ear of corn in Xuan Zi's hand slipped quietly into the muddy water.

This Level 98 Super Douluo, who had weathered every kind of storm.

Now his eyes rolled back, rattling sounds came from his throat, and he clutched his cramping chest.

Under a calculated assault called "physics and calculus."

Xuan Zi once again... toppled clean onto his back!

Amid a flurry of frantic resuscitation, Niulai Village's morning once again descended into chicken-scattering, dog-leaping chaos.