Chapter 413: Chapter 237: Grades of Knowledge Containers, Shame Tripod, Rising Tripod, Pot (Part 2)

"Master will help you enhance the age of these two medicinal herbs."

Huang Sitong frowned slightly, paused for a moment, ensuring she didn’t mishear.

"Master, can the age of herbs be increased using the Immortal Technique? Then why did we exhaust ourselves and take such great risks..."

The Flowerpot Ancient Immortal let out a bitter laugh, gesturing Huang Sitong to look into the water tank. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Huang Sitong stood up, leaned forward, and peeked into the tank, only to find its inner walls stone blue, smooth like a mirror. At the bottom was a small puddle of water stain, as if someone washed the tank but didn’t dry it properly.

"These water stains..."

"Precisely, enhancing the age of herbs is by using these water stains... Bah, what water stains, this is Primordial Immortal Qi from the Super Immortal Grass.

"You’ve allowed your little rascal master to lead you astray.

"This is all that’s left of what I have.

"Once used this time, there will be none next time.

"I originally didn’t want to use it, but recently I’ve realized there’s no harm in using it!

"The situation has become so dire, why stubbornly hold onto this bit of Primordial Immortal Qi?"

Huang Sitong looked at the tank, at the puddle of water stains at the bottom, and frowned, feeling overwhelmed with information.

She looked to her master, and listened as her master slowly explained to her.

"This tank... is known as the Knowledge Container.

"What is the practice of Immortal Cultivation about? It’s nothing more than knowledge and resources.

"Understanding principles leads to knowledge.

"Gathering resources enriches oneself.

"But the resources gathered need to be contained in something. This container is knowledge."

Huang Sitong touched her master’s large tank, touched the dense runes on the tank, wanting to see clearly, but felt a dizzy head, her eyes involuntarily tearing up and blurring. The runes carried too much information, she couldn’t withstand it!

The Ancient Immortal grinned and said.

"This is merely a barely formed stone tank, and you can’t bear it?

"If it were the Prince’s Tripod or the King’s Tripod, wouldn’t you bleed from your seven orifices with just one glance?

"If it were the Emperor’s Tripod, wouldn’t you go insane with just one glance?"

Huang Sitong gave an awkward smile.

Holding onto her master’s large tank to stabilize her dizzy self.

Suddenly, she saw a long crack at the bottom of her master’s large tank. The water stains quietly seeped into the crack. As time passed, the water stains would all disappear. She didn’t know what the tank had experienced, but she suddenly understood why her master was so urgent.

...

Dark clouds covered the sky.

Fierce winds rushed into the Bronze Hall, creating a "woo-woo" whistling sound.

Butterfly Knot and Small and Big Eyes stood beside the water basin, "splashing" while helping the master clean various stone slabs and copper plates of mud and grime.

"Ying-ying-ying?"

This slab had patches of copper rust too thick, so Butterfly Knot carefully picked off the crusted rust.

"Ao-ao-ao?"

Two copper plates were rusted together, Small and Big Eyes carefully, using fox claws, slowly pried the two plates apart.

Bai Mo sat behind the Bronze Table, pulling up a previously recorded essay on his tablet.

"The Prince’s Tripod is called the Shame Tripod.

"The King’s Tripod is called the Rising Tripod.

"The Emperor’s Tripod is called the Pot Tripod."

Before, when he saw this, he didn’t pay much attention.

Bai Mo even specifically looked up the encyclopedia... In ancient times, tripods were ceremonial vessels used for sacrifices.

The Pot Tripod had the highest grade, used for offering whole cooked cattle.

The Rising Tripod was next, used for offering cooked meats.

The Shame Tripod was next, used for offering spices and soups.

Now thinking back, are these the grades of the Knowledge Containers?

If at Sequence Six, casting the Shame Tripod gives the potential to be a Prince?

Casting the Rising Tripod gives the potential to be a King?

Casting the Pot Tripod gives the potential to be an Emperor?

Bai Mo went on to sift through his documented literature, checking the forms and structures of these three tripods, memorizing for the moment.

He opened the images, finding the simple sketches he had copied from the literatures.

"To put it bluntly, they look similar... the size differs, the bigger the higher the grade?"

Bai Mo tugged at the corner of his mouth, thinking the logic of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty was quite straightforward indeed.

He stood up and walked into the hall.

"The last kind of stem, after understanding it, my domain of stem knowledge will self-achieve Perfection!

"What artifact can be condensed then?"

Bai Mo didn’t want to think much, his Divine Sense went to the plant before him.

This was a pot of a mushroom head, placed on the ground.

Among the mushroom caps, a slender Sequence Nine herb, the Brain-eating Vine, was embedded! What he wanted to research was the stem of this Brain-eating Vine.

Reaching out to touch, Divine Sense perception, a Pill Fire rose from the palm, and he used the Pill Fire Electric Mirror Immortal Technique to explore a section of the Brain-eating Vine’s internals... Gradually, it seemed he understood.

At that moment, bits of knowledge lit up successively in his mind, linking into a network, like increasing lights illuminating long streets, illuminating the night, also illuminating his existing framework of knowledge, illuminating the meridians branching out from the framework, the flesh and blood grown, illuminating the full abundance of this field of study...

Whoosh...

Outside the hall, the wind howled fiercely!

Rumble rumble...

Thunder snakes slither among the clouds, the thunderous sounds echoing.

Bai Mo turns a deaf ear, squatting on the floor, crouched in front of the Brain-eating Vine flowerpot, nodding gently.

"So that’s how it is..."

His black sweater billows in the wind, his hair is tousled by the breeze, gradually, a blue-green light glows from his body, and within this light, Sequence Six texts fly out, ascending into the air, like birds returning to their nest in the grand hall, gathering into a form!

...

Dream Immortal Realm.

The Flowerpot Ancient Immortal has already sprinkled Primordial Immortal Qi on several plants that need maturing.

Huang Sitong, standing nearby, holds up her phone, showing her master the recently cached photos from the present world.

"Is this the Shame Tripod? The Rising Tripod and the Pot?"

Upon seeing the Ancient Immortal nod, she is quite surprised.

"In our civilization, in ancient times, we referred to these three tripods like this too.

"Could it really correspond to the Ancient Immortal Dynasty?"

The Ancient Immortal frowns momentarily, caught in thought.

"It’s not surprising that some of the civilization has been handed down, not entirely broken."

Huang Sitong nods in agreement.

"So, Master, are the Sequence Six of the kings, always forged into Rising Tripods? Do they all look like this?

"And the Emperors forge them into Pots? Like the ones in the picture, resembling The Matron’s Tripod?"

The Ancient Immortal clicks his tongue.

"Generally, yes, but there are exceptions.

"I heard that Meng Die Emperor of the Array Kingdom once forged a Pot vessel, engraved with armored butterflies on the surface.

"And Flowing Fire Emperor of the Dan Kingdom once forged a Pot vessel, engraved with the July Flowing Fire.

"Achieving the rank of Prince is already extraordinary.

"The Emperors among princes are extraordinarily extraordinary.

"Meng Die Emperor and Flowing Fire Emperor are Tier Three extraordinaries."

Huang Sitong listens, utterly entranced.

She grins widely.

"Master, you even know the word ’extraordinary,’ you’re quite trendy!"

She lowers her eyes.

"Even Tier Three extraordinaries like Meng Die Emperor, Flowing Fire Emperor, couldn’t withstand disaster, could only watch helplessly as the Immortal Kingdom perished, civilization broke off."

...

On Fox Mountain, the wind and thunder rage!

The ruins and broken walls between the mountains, the copper pillar altars, wherever there are texts, tremble in the sound of thunder!

The foxes in the vehicle workshop can no longer hammer the Copper Plate.

"Ying ying ying?"

"Ao ao ao?"

...because the Copper Plate they hammered, or rather the texts on the Copper Plate, are all trembling!

The foxes in the slicing workshop, guarding heaps of herbs, can no longer wield their tools.

"Ao ao ao?"

"Ying ying ying?"

...because the five-colored flames on their tools are wildly flickering.

In the digging fields, the foxes operate excavators, wielding small shovels, eyes alight with excitement.

"Ying ying ying!"

"Ao ao ao!"

...because writings underground are trembling, pointing directions, awaiting their excavation!

At the edge of the ten-thousand-acre medicinal field, the foxes all look up, suddenly noticing the Purple Earth Dragon, as if energized, rapidly growing!

"Ao ao ao?"

"Ying ying ying?"

Does the Purple Earth Dragon like the thunder?

...

In the Bronze Hall, Small and Big Eyes and Butterfly Knot all look toward the midair.

At the hall’s entrance, the foxes rushing over upon hearing the news also widen their eyes.

They see bronze texts in the air, converging frantically like birds returning to the nest, forming a great tripod!

And the master stands tall, eyes gleaming with fire, glowing with knowledge, flickering with the past, intently observing.

"Ying ying ying?"

"Ao ao ao?"

They huddle and discuss... Is the master about to advance?

Finally, the mountain’s wild winds cease, the thunder snakes in the overcast skies vanish, the last thunderclap subsides along with countless writings in the mountains, all falling silent.

The newly forged great tripod in the air, crashes to the ground with a tremor, kicking up dust from the floor.

Bai Mo looks at the tripod.

"Oh? Quite large, it’s a Pot, the most advanced Pot!"

He has to lift his head to take in the entirety of the tripod, to see its ears.

"But... what are the engravings on the tripod?"