"This is... my past?"
The Scholar strolled around outside the study and realized that this was his home from ten years ago.
The tree he planted with his own hands was still a juvenile.
One jujube tree didn't grow up, and neither did the other jujube tree.
"Today isn't anything special, so why is the Otherworld rewinding to today?"
The Scholar standing in front of the jujube tree was completely baffled.
If Breakthrough Otherworld is a test of the mind, then he also has regrets from the past.
But the Otherworld didn't rewind his regrets; it only rewound an ordinary summer afternoon.
"You've made your husband run away again."
An elderly man leaning on a cane walked slowly over, a hint of anger on his face.
The Scholar turned around and shrugged. "Grandpa, she has nothing to teach me."
Bang bang bang--
The old man slammed his cane heavily against the ground.
"Nonsense!"
"How many times have I told you? You can't rely on ability to succeed through studying."
The Scholar retorted, "My abilities allow me to read more books, so why not use them?"
The old man frowned. "Do you know why I hired so many tutors for you and had you read so many books?"
The Scholar thought for a moment and said, "Is there a house of gold in books?"
The old man said in a deep voice, "The price for Words Become Law is one's vital energy, or even one's life."
"You must learn to achieve the greatest effect with the least cost."
"Reading ten thousand books, understanding the past and present, astronomy, geography, and all things... these will give you more choices and fewer constraints in your speech."
The effect of someone with an empty stomach and someone who has read extensively on the Words Become Law will naturally be different.
The former will only say, "I want a beautiful woman."
The latter would add more modifiers before the word.
At the same cost, the latter method yielded the most perfect result.
The Scholar was puzzled. "So there's nothing wrong with me using my abilities to read more books."
He stood with his hands behind his back and said, "No one in the world is qualified to be my teacher anymore."
A single sentence from Scholar can be worth ten years of hard study for others.
The old man shook his head. "Improving your abilities is only one goal; I want you to cleanse your heart through reading."
He raised his cane and tapped it on his grandson's chest. "There's something wrong here."
The Scholar raised his eyebrows.
Do you think I wouldn't know if something went wrong?
Besides, if there really is a problem, he can solve it with just one sentence.
The Scholar remembered that he and his grandfather had a similar conversation on this day in real life.
However, the meeting ended badly, and the Scholar ran away from home, only returning three years later.
Since they were in Otherworld, the Scholar didn't want things to get so tense with his grandfather.
"I'll be careful."
The Scholar decided to venture further afield to see what was going on in the Otherworld.
A hint of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes; this was unlike his grandson's usual behavior.
"Your older brother contacted a new gentleman for you a few days ago. He happens to be here today, why don't you go and meet him?"
The Scholar seemed to be deep in thought; could the key lie with this teacher?
In reality, he ran away from home and naturally never met this man.
"Fine, after you've seen him, you can give up on your search for the Master."
The old man smiled and said, "This gentleman is special; he's waiting for you in the pavilion in the back garden."
The Scholar went to the back garden alone and saw a man dressed plainly with Snow Leopard mask on his face under the pavilion.
What kind of outfit is this?!
The Scholar frowned and sat down opposite the Snow Leopard Man: "Are you the new tutor my elder brother hired?"
The Snow Leopard Man remained silent, instead staring at the unfinished game on the chessboard in front of him.
Seeing this, the Scholar became interested and placed a black piece on the board.
The Snow Leopard Man followed closely behind, placing his white piece.
The two remained silent and, with remarkable tacit understanding, took turns placing their pieces.
The Scholar was somewhat impressed by the man, who was able to keep up with his pace perfectly.
After about ten rounds, the Snow Leopard suddenly stopped, smiled slightly, and said, "I won."
The Scholar stared at the chessboard before him, utterly bewildered. "Where did you win?"
The Snow Leopard Man pointed to the five white pieces lined up in a row and said, "You can't even see such an obvious five-piece straight?"
"Your older brother actually told me you were some kind of genius, but I only used half my power and you still couldn't beat me."
The Scholar nearly fell off his chair upon hearing this. "You want to play Go with me, and I want to play Connect Four?"
Is this the doctor that my elder brother and grandfather found?
The Scholar thought they were all crazy, grasping at straws in their desperation.
The Scholar shook his head, got up, and prepared to leave. He didn't want to waste any more of his precious time on this mentally ill person.
The Snow Leopard spoke up, "You're not convinced? We can play another round."
The Scholar didn't even turn his head.
Snow Leopard continued, "I heard from your older brother that you've read a lot of books. What a coincidence, I also enjoy reading. How about we have a little competition?"
"You win. I'll convince your older brother and your grandfather to stop finding you a tutor."
The Scholar paused, "You win, so I'll become your student?"
The other person shook their head. "You're not worthy."
"If you lose, shout three times, 'I'm a piece of trash if I have no ability.'"
The Scholar sat down again. "My elder brother has told you quite a bit, including things like abilities."
The Snow Leopard scoffed, "It's just Words Become Law becoming law."
The Scholar's face darkened. Such impressive ability was just... nothing more?
"And what about you? What abilities do you have?"
The Snow Leopard thought for a moment, "As for abilities... does being born with knowledge and having a photographic memory count?"
The Scholar scoffed upon hearing this.
Is there anyone in the world who is born with knowledge?
He's just a con artist.
The Scholar decided to tear off the other party's disguise.
If you run into me, you've really messed with me.
Scholar: "What kind of sparring do you want?"
Snow Leopard: "Simple, you ask, I answer; I ask, you answer."
You can ask me questions about anything in the books you've read in the past.
Let's see who knows more, me or you.
"Since I am the teacher, you may ask first, and I will answer."
The Scholar's lips curled into a smile, "Martial artists have 720 acupoints, their names, specific locations, and functions."
Apart from specialized martial arts healers, other martial artists don't pay attention to these things.
Didn't you say you have a photographic memory?
Come on, please begin your performance.
The Snow Leopard spoke eloquently, "The Zhongwan acupoint is four inches above the navel..."
Ten minutes later, the Snow Leopard took a sip of water. "Is there any mistake?"
The Scholar nodded. "No mistake."
"I underestimated you. You're a martial arts healer?"
The other person shook their head. "Just a leisurely wanderer."
Snap--
The Snow Leopard flicked its wrist, slapping a piece of paper onto the chessboard. "Solve the last big problem. Three minutes."
The Scholar picked up the paper and saw that it read "The 17th Pan-Continent Mathematical Olympiad".
He then looked at the last question. Was it math or English?
The Snow Leopard leisurely sipped its tea. "What? You don't know how?"
The Scholar said, "I haven't studied this subject. If..."
Snap--
The Snow Leopard took two thick stacks of books out of its storage ring and threw them onto the chessboard.
"See? That's enough for this problem."
The Scholar looked at the books in front of him and said softly, "I can understand the knowledge in these books in a second."
Immediately, countless mathematical characters, formulas, and theorems flooded his mind...
The Scholar looked at the question again and thought it was easy to solve; he solved it in less than two minutes.
The Snow Leopard didn't check, simply saying, "It's your turn to ask."
The Scholar thought for a moment, "The names of the Constellations, and their order of position."
The Snow Leopard replied instantly, "The Northern Constellations, twenty-nine..."
Is there any error?
The Scholar replied, "No problem."
Now he was certain that the other party did indeed have a knack for memory.
The Snow Leopard took out another piece of paper, but it was blank.
Write down all the specific formulas, theorems, and data used in the nuclear bomb manufacturing process.
The Scholar could no longer hold back. "You think I built your grandpa's nuclear bomb on purpose?"
The Snow Leopard replied calmly, "It's alright, I'll learn it on the spot."
With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen stacks of books, each taller than a person, fell to the ground.
"That's enough. Please begin your performance."
The Scholar was speechless. "Your storage ring is full of books, isn't it?"
"I can grasp the knowledge from these books in a second."
Immediately, he picked up his pen and began to write.
After writing only one line, the Snow Leopard said, "You pass."
The Scholar then began to challenge his opponent with increasingly difficult topics, including astronomy, geography, the Four Books and Five Classics, but none of them could stump him.
He seemed to be born with innate knowledge; there was nothing he didn't know.
The questions posed by the Snow Leopard were all from fields the Scholar had never explored: applied mathematics, nuclear physics, biochemistry...
The Scholar had to learn everything on the spot using his abilities.
After each question was set, the Snow Leopard could always take out the corresponding book from its storage ring.
The two of them stayed like this from day to Dark Night, and the pavilion was long since submerged by the mountain of books.
Having used his abilities for an entire day, the Scholar's face showed signs of fatigue.
The Snow Leopard said playfully, "If you keep going like this, you'll burn through your life force."
The Scholar shook his head. "I lost."
In fact, he had already lost the moment his opponent asked the first question.
It's just that his pride and his abilities make him unwilling to admit it.
The Snow Leopard said calmly, "The ability to Words Become Law is very powerful, but it's not without limits; the limits lie with the user."
"Kid, don't be too arrogant, or you'll get what's coming to you."
Throughout his more than twenty years of life, the Scholar had always been proud.
Because his ability is that his Words Become Law.
With a mere touch of his upper and lower lips, he could gain the cultivation others had painstakingly cultivated for years and the knowledge they had diligently studied for ten years.
The Scholar considered himself unparalleled in the world, believing that even the abilities of Human Race Sword Immortal could not compare to his.
He has limitless possibilities and an infinite future.
He could become a god with just a single sentence, provided there's a price to pay.
But today, the Scholar's pride has been shattered.
There really are people in this world who are born with knowledge.
Compared to this, the Words Become Law become law" becomes a complete joke.
Even if he poured his life into it until he died, he was destined not to defeat his opponent in this match.
The Scholar stared blankly at the mountain of books surrounding him, then suddenly smiled with relief.
He rose and bowed respectfully to the Snow Leopard: "I will keep your teachings in mind, sir."
A wise man keeps his talents hidden until the right time to act.
"The ability to Words Become Law was something I only vaguely remembered; it is only today, sir, that I have come to understand the true meaning of those words."
"This junior understands."
The Snow Leopard blinked upon hearing this. "Is that what you meant?"
"Ahem... that punishment..."
The Snow Leopard felt a little embarrassed. The other party addressed him so respectfully as "sir," so wouldn't it be inappropriate for him to be so petty?
I can't exactly say that I came here today just to have fun with you.
The Scholar quickly said, "Sir, there's no need to plead for me; this punishment is what I deserve."
Then, he turned and shouted at the night sky, "I'm just a piece of trash without any ability!"
"I'm useless because I have no ability!"
A surge of energy rose from beneath the Scholar's feet, coiling around his legs like a serpent and continuously ascending.
The Scholar muttered to himself, "There are always people more capable than me. It turns out that my pride and arrogance have kept me stuck in my ways for so long."
"You can't rely on ability for everything; some things you ultimately have to experience firsthand."
The Scholar took a deep breath. "Without ability, I am nothing but trash!"
As soon as he finished shouting those words, the energy merged into his body, and the surrounding scenery began to gradually collapse.
The Scholar quickly looked at the Snow Leopard, sensing that this man was unfathomable. "Is your ability simply innate?"
He even felt that the other person could predict the future.
With the help of the filter, the Snow Leopard's comical outfit looked more and more pleasing to him, and he increasingly felt that the gentleman must have his reasons for dressing this way.
However, Mr. Snow Leopard said something that left the Scholar completely baffled.
"There's no such thing as innate knowledge; it's simply the result of everyone's collective efforts..."
Before the Scholar could ask any further questions, the scene constructed in the Otherworld completely collapsed, and white light engulfed it.
On the bus, the students ate snacks and sang songs, filling the bus with a joyful atmosphere.
Only Passerby A sitting in the last row corner seemed out of place amidst the joy; he stared blankly at the scenery flashing past the window.
Breakthrough Otherworld didn't mean there wouldn't be rivers of blood; rather, it brought him to the bloodiest day of his life.
Throughout countless days and nights, Passerby A has dreamt of this day.
He kept asking himself, how could someone with such a useless talent become World Hunt Participant?
"They must have chosen the wrong person for the key..."
Passerby A pressed his forehead against the glass, and no classmates were chatting with him; they had clearly forgotten he was there.
Suddenly, a commotion ahead interrupted Passerby A's soaring thoughts.
He straightened up; it seemed two classmates were arguing.
"Teacher, he's not in our class."
The short-haired girl pointed at the boy sitting next to her and said.
The male teacher walked over and asked, "Which class are you in?"
The boy shrugged. "I didn't know! I didn't even know where I was. You guys pushed me onto the bus."
He looked around and asked, "So where are we going?"
The teacher frowned; the student who got on the wrong bus seemed to have some mental issues.
What's your teacher's name?
The boy answered, " Liu Hui."
The teacher frowned even more; there wasn't a teacher in the school with that name.
Passerby A watched as the students gathered around, and pondered carefully: Had this scene actually happened in real life?
It seems there was some random guy who popped up, but he's always been a nobody, never joining in the fun and unaware of the situation.
Passerby A turned his head away to continue pondering the Otherworld matter, but caught a glimpse of the boy's face as he turned around.
mask?
It was a cartoon Peppa mask, the kind that kids wear in parks.
Passerby A muttered to himself, "This mask style... it looks like something from Circus."