Cultivation: I Have Studied Abroad in the Modern World-Chapter 18 - : Young People Should Believe in Science!

Zheng Fa looked and looked again, but he really couldn't make any sense of it.

The several pieces of paper were all cluttered, irregular, seemingly drawn with random strokes.

If Gao Yuan hadn't mentioned that this stuff was related to the Immortal Sect, Zheng Fa would have believed it was drawn by his sister.

"This thing, where did you get it from?"

He put down the patterns in his hand and asked Gao Yuan.

"It was given to me by my dad." Gao Yuan said, his eyes hazily drifting towards the ceiling, appearing disheartened.

"Your dad said this is a talisman?"

"It wasn't my dad who said it. Haven't I told you about the five Attendant Students that the Seventh Young Master had before?" Gao Yuan explained to Zheng Fa: "This was drawn by the very first Attendant Student."

"Where did he learn it from?"

"My dad said, actually, this isn't much of a secret within the mansion. It's said that for some unknown reason, the Seventh Young Master, despite having the aptitude for cultivation, is unable to practice it."

Even though there were only two of them in the room, Gao Yuan still unconsciously lowered his voice.

Zheng Fa remembered Mr. Xu mentioning something similar unintentionally.

"But the Seventh Young Master is not willing to accept this, spending his days immersed in books on talismans and spells."

Zheng Fa pointed to the patterns on the white paper: "These ones?"

"Exactly! These were secretly copied by a previous Attendant Student. It's said that for doing this, he was severely driven out of Zhao Mansion by the madam." Gao Yuan frowned and said: "If you ask me, even if you copy this stuff, it's useless! Who can understand it?"

Zheng Fa quite agreed with Gao Yuan's words.

Even though he had started believing that these ghost talismans were indeed related to those so-called talismans.

However, no matter how he looked at them, he couldn't discern anything special about these patterns.

"Your dad got his hands on this?"

"How many people in Zhao Mansion want to ingratiate themselves with the Seventh Young Master? Catering to his interests, rats have their own ways, and this thing, it's not really a big secret, as nobody understands it anyway!"

Zheng Fa couldn't help but sigh once again, Zhao Mansion is indeed backed by an Immortal Sect. Despite Gao Yuan's casual talk, outside Zhao Mansion, these few sheets of paper might be something ordinary people couldn't come across in their entire lives.

He took another few glances at these patterns, silently committing these few sheets to memory.

At night, he saw Gao Yuan holding these sheets of paper again, deep in thought.

"Aren't you not looking at these anymore?"

"If I don't look at them, then the position of Attendant Student is truly gone!"

Gao Yuan said through gritted teeth, and Zheng Fa nodded, then fell back onto his bed, sinking into sleep by the light of the lamp.

...

When he awoke again, he was back in the modern world.

The sky outside was not yet fully bright, just past five in the morning.

Zheng Fa hurriedly filled his stomach, and without taking his backpack, he walked out towards the school.

The pedestrians on the road were very few, only street cleaners in orange vests were sweeping fallen leaves.

Within five hundred meters of Qingshui Middle School, there was a small park.

Zheng Fa walked into the park and found that there were already quite a few people exercising in the morning.

Mainly elders, Zheng Fa, as a young man entering the park, attracted quite a few curious glances from the old men.

He found a vacant spot and assumed the Songhe Stance.

With his breathing, a familiar warmth surged through his body.

Success!

Zheng Fa cheered in his heart, almost unable to maintain the rhythm of his breathing.

He had been thinking about practicing Songhe Stance in the modern world as well, to make up for the disadvantage of starting late.

But he was a bit worried that the rules of the two worlds might differ, and that it might be impossible to practice in this world.

So he headed to the park early in the morning to try it out, never expecting things to go so smoothly.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he gradually immersed himself in directing the warm flow within his body.

It was only when he finished his daily standing practice and felt the hunger pangs in his belly that he slowly exhaled a clear crane's call from his mouth.

Upon opening his eyes again, he saw an old face full of wrinkles up close, with eyes brimming with curiosity.

This was a man who looked to be over sixty, with small, curly white hair and wearing an old-style undershirt, standing with hands clasped behind him in front of Zheng Fa.

When the man saw him open his eyes, he smiled awkwardly and took a step back.

"Are you... warming up your voice? Are you learning to sing?"

The man asked curiously, seeming to be puzzled by the odd breathing sound Zheng Fa made at the end.

"Uh, just exercising."

"Exercising?" The old man laughed, twisting his body to mimic Zheng Fa's earlier posture: "So you can exercise like this?"

"I don't get it either, just imitating what I've seen."

Zheng Fa couldn't well explain the purpose of his Songhe Stance.

Talking about things like another world was, after all, utter nonsense if you were to mention the heritage of the Immortal Sect.

This would probably land him in a mental hospital.

"I tell you, you've been watching too many of those short videos, all that Ancient Martial brick breaking, inner and outer martial arts; it's all to fool people. For exercise, nothing beats a good run! It's only because the crackdown hasn't been strict enough in recent years. Otherwise, I think all of those masters would be locked up!" The old man continued with his serious critique, then looking at Zheng Fa's face he asked, "Do you live around here? Are you a student at Qingshui Middle School?"

Hearing this, Zheng Fa felt something was off—this old man sounded like someone from the school?

"Which class are you in?"

Zheng Fa quickly said, "I'm from the next city over, just here visiting!"

With that, he turned and walked towards the park exit.

"Exercising is good, but you can't just imitate anything!" the old man called out from behind him; "You're young, believe in science."

It wasn't until he left the park that Zheng Fa wiped the sweat from his forehead and vowed never to return.

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After the morning self-study session ended, Zheng Fa held a steamed meat bun from the cafeteria in one hand and was doodling on scratch paper with a pen in his other hand.

Soon enough, several drawings that looked like balls of yarn appeared under his pen.

These were precisely the "talismans" that Gao Yuan had previously examined.

Zheng Fa hadn't delved deeply into it at that time, initially because he noticed Gao Yuan's tension: Zheng Fa had been progressing faster than Gao Yuan in martial arts practice over the past few days, and the boy was already subtly starting to distance himself.

On the other hand, Zheng Fa was somewhat wary of the people at Zhao Mansion, Gao Yuan included.

Immortal sect talismans, they sound intriguing, but obviously not something just anyone could see.

Otherwise, why would Gao Yuan's father have tucked those papers inside a food container?

Zheng Fa knew he didn't have a manager father like Gao Yuan, who might get away with brazenly looking at the papers, but Zheng Fa wasn't sure what the consequences would be if he showed too much interest in them.

So, he brought them to this world to research.

His memory was good; after only a few glances, the patterns were etched into his mind.

But the more he looked at them, the more he understood Gao Yuan's despair—

No matter how he looked at these things, they made no sense.

"What are you looking at?"

Wang Chen suddenly poked his head out behind him, frowning as he looked at the scratch paper in front of Zheng Fa: "What's this? Are you going for a math competition?"

"A math competition?"

"Yeah, if you're not doing math contests, then why are you looking at these geometric shapes?"

Zheng Fa got excited: "You're saying these patterns are related to math contests?"

"I don't know, I've never attended contest training, but I've seen problems written by contest students..." Wang Chen stroked his chin and looked at the patterns again: "Yeah, it's that feeling of nausea and wanting to vomit when you see it, questioning whether a piece of your brain stem is missing."