Chapter 412: Chapter 237: Grades of Knowledge Containers, Shame Tripod, Rising Tripod, Pot

At noon.

The office window opened, letting the autumn breeze blow away the aroma of hotpot.

On the coffee table, an electric two-part hotpot was bubbling!

One side was red oil, the other side was mushroom soup.

Wu Qingyun and Fang Xiaoyu sat around the pot, dipping slices of meat, eating with their mouths full of oil and sweating, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

"Haha, this hotpot delivery is way better than yesterday’s sushi.

"So satisfying!"

Fang Xiaoyu wiped the red oil from the corner of her mouth and looked up at Black Ears.

She never thought that a fox would use chopsticks?

And it used them so skillfully, dipping and scooping out vegetables quickly, not only filling its bowl with meat slices, gluten, hundred leaves, and balls, but also continuously filling Bai Mo’s bowl.

"Hey, slow down, that’s enough to eat."

Bai Mo ate a beef tendon ball and patted his disciple’s head.

Black Ears beamed.

"Whimper whimper whimper!"

Holding the bowl, it rubbed its head against its master’s hand.

Bai Mo, eating, occasionally swiped his phone screen with the back of his hand, checking the Immortal Discussion Forum. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

He was gathering information related to knowledge containers... Since Tian Xinghuo discovered this, perhaps other Ancient Immortal disciples also found out? Would they upload it to the forum unintentionally?

He saw the forum homepage had quite a few posts discussing the Mycelium Healing Patch and his report.

[Why can’t the Mycelium Healing Patch be stocked in pharmacies? Why can’t those in need go and buy it?]

[Wishful thinking, that thing costs so much, not even regular pharmacies or even hospitals can afford it]

[Do you know how many branches the Committee has now? How many Immortal Technique Committee members are fighting and getting injured every day? It’s prioritized for the Committee]

[Is this really Bai Mo! He was my high school classmate! Hahaha!]

[He was my college classmate!]

[Can I ask him for a signature?]

[He’s rarely seen on campus now]

Snap! Snap!

It’s Black Ears using its fox claw to crack eggs into the mushroom soup pot.

Cracking two in a row, one for itself, one for its master.

In the boiling mushroom soup pot, once the egg whites were just cooked, Black Ears scooped out a soft-boiled egg for its master, and another for itself.

"Whimper whimper whimper!"

It tilted its chubby head, looked at its master, and grinned.

Even though Fox Mountain doesn’t have ingredients like eggs, foxes are naturally born knowing how they’re best enjoyed!

Bai Mo patted his disciple’s chubby neck, used chopsticks to split the soft-boiled egg and dipped tripe into it.

"Haha, not bad."

Eating, he entered the keyword "water vat" to search.

Unexpectedly, he really found results!

Seventeen or eighteen posts, the earliest posted a year ago, the latest half a month ago.

[My Ancient Immortal Master might be a weirdo, he likes to hug a water vat and say weird things]

Someone replied.

[What water vat?]

[What weird things?]

The poster replied.

[Just a water vat, a stone water vat, very crudely made, with strange runes carved on the surface]

[I asked him what’s so special about this water vat?]

[He said being able to hold water is already remarkable. Some people’s water vats have holes and can’t hold water at all]

[I don’t quite understand what he’s talking about]

"Oh?"

Bai Mo pondered and clicked into the poster’s homepage, discovered the poster is a failed immortal technique practitioner, an old bird in the forum, often sharing strange events of Ancient Immortals and the pain of being enslaved.

Then he clicked into the homepage of the person who questioned the reply, finding it’s a small account only asking that question once, then never appeared on the forum again.

Could this be... unintentional posting and intentional questioning?

Immortal seekers unintentionally posting, the Secret Brain Office intentionally questioning?

From a year ago, has the Secret Brain Office been gathering this messy information?

"Makes sense, thousands of Ancient Immortals, hundreds of thousands of Immortal Seekers, casually leaking some information is not small. Not to mention the crazy peculiar people among Ancient Immortals."

Bai Mo continued reading other posts.

Among those seventeen or eighteen posts, ten were related to the knowledge container!

And for each post, there was a small account from the Secret Brain Office questioning and inducing answers.

After skimming through, Bai Mo understood.

"Turns out these knowledge containers truly become vessels only when self-awareness reaches perfection.

"But there’s still a hierarchy among containers.

"The lowest mistakenly thinks it’s perfect, forming a flawed container that can’t hold anything.

"The ordinary ones are like these stone water vats, with engraved text on the surface.

"According to these people’s discussions, there’s a very few geniuses who can form Bronze Tripods.

"So, the Bronze Tripod is the highest-level container?"

Bai Mo ate some meat, picked up the hawthorn juice beside him, took a sip, licked his lips, and furrowed his eyebrows.

"My knowledge container is almost forming too.

"A container accelerated in half a month, what level can it be?

"At least it shouldn’t leak water, right?"

Too little information, he wasn’t sure himself.

...

Beneath towering sand dunes.

In a small herb garden.

Barrels of herbs lay scattered on the ground.

Huang Sitong sat nearby, pointing and counting all the herbs.

"Harlan Zhongli, Celestial Bright Grass, Autumn Emotion Fruit, Toothbrush Melon, Triangular Rhombus, Seven-leaf Cinnamon... We’ve got all the types!"

She looked at the Triangular Rhombus and Seven-leaf Cinnamon.

"But these two just sprouted, not even close to the year required for the Fire Consciousness Soup."

Next to her, Flowerpot Ancient Immortal patted her head and laughed aloud.

"There’s still a way, it’s just a matter of paying a price."

Flowerpot Ancient Immortal gently waved at the empty ground beside them, and countless sequences and characters burst from his sleeve, copper-colored like illusions, flying and swirling like butterflies, forming a stone water vat on the empty ground.