The Foundation of All Methods Returning to Their Source

"You taught me a bit too much today. I can hardly remember it all!"

Below Supreme Peak in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, Zou Bugui had spoken fluently for nearly four two-hour periods.

It would have been one thing if Zou Bugui had padded his lecture or digressed into idle chatter now and then, but everything he had talked about during those four periods was substantive.

And it was substantive material that Zhang Xuezhou needed to memorize.

Zhang Xuezhou had gone from listening with considerable interest at first to studying earnestly, then to applying himself with all his might. The process had taken nearly eight hours.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that he had not studied this hard in a very long time.

Half a year ago, he could maintain his best study state for only two hours. He had clearly broken his previous limit.

Zhang Xuezhou rubbed his aching, swollen head, continually sorting through what was in it.

He felt he needed to review it all, then copy it into his notes for fear of forgetting.

Some of it was already beginning to fade from his memory.

But after learning the Essential Instruction for Recuperation, Zhang Xuezhou had indeed become quite capable at the rote memorization used in exam-oriented education. He could not reproduce everything Zou Bugui had said word for word, but he could at least write down seventy or eighty percent of it.

Afterward, he could check for gaps and ask Zou Bugui about them, completing the material.

"You can hardly remember it all?"

Zou Bugui stopped lecturing, still not entirely satisfied.

The honored one was nurturing him, but that also meant keeping him under house arrest. When the mood struck him, Zou Bugui could not help thinking of passing on his knowledge.

He had covered everything from alchemy