Vol 2 Chapter 87 – Experint
Modern tis, at the nursing ho.
A long table was set up in front of Zheng Fa and the others.
On the table were a few simple objects:
A strong magnet
Several wires
A galvanoter
A movable track
Zheng Fa connected the wires to the galvanoter. He then placed the magnet on the track beneath the wires.
Anyone with a middle school diploma would recognize that he was recreating Faraday’s experint on electromagnetic induction.
Why this experint? Simple—cheap and easy to source materials. He had gotten everything from a random hardware store.
Back when he first practiced Lingshan thod, they had noticed that their phones stopped working.
That led to a hypothesis—spiritual energy might interfere with electrical circuits.
But was the hypothesis correct? And if so, what kind of interference was it?
They had no idea.
Now, it was ti to test it.
Zheng Fa nodded at Tang Lingwu.
Tang Lingwu grasped the strong magnet and moved it quickly along the track. The needle on the galvanoter swung wildly—confirming that a changing magnetic field had induced an electric current in the wire.
This result didn’t surprise anyone.
“First experint: No spiritual energy present, weak current generated.”
Off to the side, Old Man Bai mumbled to himself as he jotted down notes in a small notebook.
“Now, I’ll activate Lingshan thod,” Zheng Fa said softly.
The others nodded in understanding.
Two golden Activation Talismans shot into the air, and a faint spiritual energy field ford around him, enveloping the equipnt on the table.
He gestured to Tang Lingwu.
Just like before, she moved the magnet quickly along the track.
This ti, the galvanoter’s needle didn’t move at all.
“Second experint: With spiritual energy present, no current generated.”
Old Man Bai recorded the results and muttered, “So spiritual energy disrupts electromagnetic induction.”
“Disrupts… or suppresses?” Zheng Fa murmured.
This ant that in a spiritual energy environnt, modern electromagnetic theory was effectively useless.
“No—wait!”
Suddenly, Tang Lingwu gasped.
“Hm?”
Everyone turned to her. She was pointing at the galvanoter.
“I wasn’t moving the magnet just now, but the needle suddenly moved!”
Zheng Fa and the others froze, then imdiately focused on the instrunt.
For a long while, the needle didn’t budge. Even Tang Lingwu started to doubt herself.
“Did I imagine it?”
Old Man Bai shook his head. “Not necessarily. Could be this galvanoter is just a cheap piece of junk—unstable readings.”
Just as he finished speaking, the needle suddenly jerked wildly several tis, as if possessed.
The movent was so extre that instability alone couldn’t explain it.
“This…”
Old Man Bai opened his mouth, looking completely lost.
“Spiritual energy… can generate electricity out of nowhere?” Zheng Fa speculated. “Or—does it control the directional flow of electrons?”
Another thought flashed through his mind—
Could this be the true nature of Thunder Techniques?
Unfortunately, the erratic movents soon stopped.
After that, the needle only twitched every so often, with inconsistent duration and intensity.
There was no discernible pattern.
Pure randomness.
The four of them discussed for a while but could only reach a vague conclusion—
Spiritual energy disrupts electromagnetic induction but also seems capable of generating electricity from nothing.
This led them to a hypothesis:
Modern electromagnetic theory might still be valid in a spiritual energy environnt. The difference was that an additional variable—spiritual energy—needed to be accounted for.
Once they finished packing up the table, they set out four lounge chairs in front of the house and lay down in a row, gazing up at the starry sky above the mountains.
The image of that twitching galvanoter needle lingered in their minds, leaving them montarily speechless.
After a long silence, Old Man Bai sighed.
“If spiritual energy really can control electricity… If we figure this out, we’ll basically beco Immortals.”
Zheng Fa nodded in agreent.
The experint was simple, but electromagnetic force was not.
As one of the four fundantal forces, if spiritual energy could truly manipulate it—
Then, in modern society, one would indeed be considered an Immortal.
But Zheng Fa also knew it wouldn’t be that easy.
Right now, their experint wasn’t even properly qualitative, let alone quantitative.
There were still too many unanswered questions.
Still, this single experint was enough to ignite their imaginations.
“Zheng Fa,” Old Man Bai suddenly recalled sothing. “Didn’t you say the Five-Elent Sub-Talismans form the material foundation of talisman theory? And that the other two types of sub-talismans might represent the interactions between spiritual energy and matter? Could this be one of those interactions?”
“Yes.” Zheng Fa nodded. “The Five-Elent Sub-Talismans are essentially spiritual energy in material form. If spiritual energy can generate electricity, then the combination of the Five-Elent Sub-Talismans with the other two could do the sa. In fact—I think this might be the core principle behind Thunder Techniques.”
This was one of the reasons he had wanted to conduct this experint.
If two of the three sub-talisman types represented interactions between spiritual energy and matter—
Then he needed to identify those interactions.
And from what he had seen today, at the very least, spiritual energy had so effect on electrons.
Old Man Bai pondered for a mont before asking, “If the Five-Elent Sub-Talismans form the material foundation… then what structure do they exist in?”
“Structure?”
Zheng Fa hesitated, then suddenly recalled Senior Sister Zhang’s Nascent Soul—
Above which floated a five-colored hair ribbon.
“A ring?”
The Five-Elent Sub-Talismans were connected end-to-end. A ring structure would be the most natural possibility.
“But then,” Old Man Bai mused, “how does that explain the interdependent nature of Yin and Yang?”
“Mirror image…”
“Where’s the mirror?”
Old Man Bai’s string of questions left Zheng Fa montarily stunned.
He had to admit—he had never seriously thought about this before.
How exactly did the Five-Elent Sub-Talismans generate their mirror images? His understanding of this process had always been vague.
Old Man Bai turned to look at him and said, “Zheng Fa, I’m very proud to have a student like you.”
“White Teacher?”
“You’re excellent. You know how to learn, how to use experints for research. But—there’s one more fundantal principle in academic inquiry.”
Zheng Fa’s expression turned serious.
“Ask. Keep asking,” Old Man Bai said, gazing at the starry sky as if lost in thought. “Sotis, questions are more important than hard work. Sotis, they’re even more important than answers.”
“Yes,” Zheng Fa responded sincerely.
Smack!
A loud slap rang out.
“Ah! Xiao Tian, what the hell?!” Old Man Bai yelped.
“Talk to the kid properly! Speak human language!” Teacher Tian scolded him impatiently. “You’re making it all about yourself again!”
“It was just a mont of inspiration!” Old Man Bai sounded a little aggrieved.
Xuanyi Realm.
Above the Thunder Pool, five-colored clouds grew denser, thickening into what looked like a vast expanse of colored glass.
Everyone knew—Senior Sister Zhang was at the critical juncture of forming her Nascent Soul.
The market district was noticeably quieter. Fewer custors walked the streets.
Most disciples of the Jiushan Sect had withdrawn back into Five Dragons Palace, no longer venturing outside.
“Junior Brother Zheng.”
As Zheng Fa walked back to his quarters, several senior brothers greeted him along the way. Though they smiled, their faces betrayed a barely concealed anxiety.
Just as he reached his door, he spotted a familiar figure waiting for him.
“Senior Brother Sun?”
Zheng Fa looked at him in surprise.
Sun Daoyu was Martial Uncle Pang’s disciple, at the Foundation Establishnt stage, and had always been highly valued by Pang.
What matter had brought him here today?
“Junior Brother Zheng.” Sun Daoyu cupped his hands in greeting before speaking bluntly. “I have a request.”
“There’s no need to be so formal, Senior Brother,” Zheng Fa said, puzzled. “What could I possibly help with?”
Sun Daoyu pulled a storage bag from his sleeve.
“This is…”
Zheng Fa had a hunch.
“These are my personal savings,” Sun Daoyu said. “If… if I don’t make it through this, please give this to Junior Brother Zhou and have him deliver it to my family. I trust his character the most.”
Zheng Fa was silent for a long ti before finally speaking.
“Why ?”
Sun Daoyu chuckled.
“My master has always prioritized the Jiushan Sect above all else.”
“In his eyes, compared to us disciples, you are the one who absolutely cannot die.”
“If any of us have the best chance of surviving… it’s you.”
Zheng Fa remained quiet but didn’t deny it. He simply took the storage bag.
As he watched Sun Daoyu’s departing figure, he slowly walked into his room, took out three Condensing Yuan Pills, and swallowed them before beginning the refinent of his final Yuan Talisman.
He had long struggled with choosing the tenth Yang-aligned Fire Elent talisman.
But now, he had made up his mind—
The Mirage Talisman.
As the na suggested, it was an illusionary talisman.
If his theory about talismans was correct, this illusion talisman likely functioned by manipulating light to create mirages.
He had considered it before, primarily as a way to better conceal the nursing ho’s secrets.
But at the ti, it had felt unnecessary.
Now, he had decided—it could be of great use in the upcoming battle.
Before long, the Yuan Talisman for the Mirage Talisman appeared on the lotus platform within his body. He gazed at all ten Yuan Talismans:
For the Yin-aligned Five Elents, he had:
True Form Shadowless Talisman
Frost Blade Talisman
Nurturing Spirit Talisman
Evergreen Talisman
Ascension Light Talisman
For the Yang-aligned Five Elents, he had:
Activation Talisman
Great Dream Talisman
Thunder Chain Talisman
Taiyi Talisman
Mirage Talisman
The ten Yuan Talismans were imprinted on the lotus petals, with the Five-Elent Sub-Talismans linked together.
Senior Sister Zhang had separated the Five-Elent Sub-Talismans from the other two types and seed to have found a path forward.
Zheng Fa couldn’t help but recall Old Man Bai’s question—
Why did the Five-Elent Sub-Talismans exhibit Yin-Yang mutual generation?
Or rather—what was the mirror?
Zheng Fa had a feeling—this was the final step to perfecting the Talisman Foundation Establishnt thod.
In three-dinsional space, a chiral object cannot be transford into its mirror image through rigid motion.
It would require higher dinsions.
The problem was—higher dinsions were far too complex for Zheng Fa right now.
In fact, even for the world’s greatest scientists, the concept only existed as a mathematical model.
That was why Old Man Bai could pose the question but not find the answer.
After pondering for a while with no clear direction, Zheng Fa set the matter aside and made his way toward Martial Uncle Pang’s hall.
The battle was approaching. He had questions to ask.
Yet, before he even reached the hall, he heard the sounds of a lively banquet.
Zheng Fa was montarily stunned.
At a ti like this… Martial Uncle Pang was hosting a feast?
Peering inside from the doorway, he quickly saw that Pang’s guests weren’t just anyone—
They were none other than the Nascent Soul cultivators he had encountered on his way to the Thunder Pool Market.
Among them sat Xuangui Shangren of the Yuling Sect.
Though Zheng Fa didn’t recognize the others, their ease among the Nascent Soul cultivators suggested they were also at that level.
Just as he stood there in confusion, he heard Martial Uncle Pang’s voice ring out.
“The Great Freedom Demonic Sect is eyeing us hungrily. I’m truly grateful to all of you for coming to our aid! Allow to offer a toast!”
With that, Martial Uncle Pang downed his drink in one gulp. His face was already flushed—he had clearly had more than a few.
The guests responded enthusiastically, so even throwing in remarks about how the disciples of the Great Freedom Demonic Sect deserved to be slaughtered.
The atmosphere was lively.
Zheng Fa finally understood—
These were all Nascent Soul cultivators whom Martial Uncle Pang had gathered to reinforce them.
A quick count revealed at least seven or eight of them.
He was shocked.
Martial Uncle Pang’s reputation as the Jiushan Sect’s social butterfly was well-earned.
In such a crisis, he had managed to call in so many powerful reinforcents.
Seeing that Martial Uncle Pang was busy, Zheng Fa chose to return to his own room.
The banquet seed to last the entire night.
When Zheng Fa checked in the morning, he found Martial Uncle Pang seated in the hall, looking sowhat fatigued.
Of course, a Nascent Soul cultivator wouldn’t get exhausted from a single night of drinking.
It was the situation itself that was wearing him down.
“Martial Uncle?”
Pang’s gaze was sharp, much clearer than it had been during the banquet.
He looked at Zheng Fa and shook his head.
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