Alien Science Cultivation

"Haha... Su'er... don't be sad. Listen to me, Ancestor, and then you can cry later... If it weren't for that brat's rescue, you would have perished before even leaving the Immortal Tomb. Furthermore, the power that repaired your heart and meridians is truly the Power of Nothingness. If it weren't for this Power of Nothingness, even if you had escaped alive, Ancestor would have saved your life, but your cultivation would have stagnated. On the contrary, this time you've turned a disaster into a blessing. Once you reach the Immortal Emperor realm, you'll be able to discover the opportunities he's left for you. And that brat is quite kind. Even when you were unconscious, he still left you this half of the Burning Heaven Bamboo. It's truly rare. The Burning Heaven Bamboo is so strong that, aside from our Heavenly Fox Secret Technique and a few high-level magical powers, only a handful on this planet can break it. That brat only took what he was entitled to. He didn't realize that the Burning Heaven Leaf is the true treasure. This half of a branch is worth less than half a Burning Heaven Leaf! The world only knows the Burning Heaven Bamboo, not the Burning Heaven Leaf, haha..."

The old man burst into laughter as he spoke. It was a hearty, heroic laugh that seemed to pierce the heavens. "But, Ancestor... this kid is too cruel. He won't leave me a single piece. I have to go out and look for him. What if he can't return to Gaia? What if he's on our planet... With our family's strength, a hundred years won't be enough... Let's take a thousand years to find him... Woo woo." The little fox's anger seemed unquenchable, her voice filled with stubbornness and determination.

"No... absolutely not... If he returns to Gaia, forget it. We don't have the ability to find him yet. Even on the Sky Snake, we must treat him with courtesy... The Immortal Emperor's Cemetery cannot give birth to a world, let alone give birth to the Spirit of Heaven on its own, unless an almighty being uses supreme magical powers. This Burning Sky Bamboo... should have been passed down to future generations by that almighty being. He was able to teleport here from Gaia, and accidentally, or with his ability, he happened to break the Burning Sky Leaf... Don't you think it's too much of a coincidence?" The old man spoke eloquently, his eyes full of awe and confusion.

"Grandfather, what do you mean..." The little fox's eyes widened after hearing the old man's words. She knew very well what kind of person the old man was. If he didn't allow her to investigate further, then naturally she couldn't pursue him further.

“The methods of the powerful are beyond my comprehension. Besides, I just asked you to go in and give it a try. It’s not surprising that only those with a cultivation level below the Pinnacle Realm can enter the Immortal Emperor’s cemetery. But after tens of millions of years, he can still withstand the full force of this God King... Girl... Don’t investigate further... It wasn’t him who took away the Burning Heaven Leaf, but the Burning Heaven Leaf chose him... Just remember this...” The old man’s voice was serious and solemn, like an imperial decree that could not be disobeyed.

An unknown amount of time passed before Zhang Qiang stood by a stream, quietly watching the fish frolicking in the water. Children's laughter echoed from a nearby village. The crops stretched lushly as far as the eye could see, and the sun shone warmly on the earth. Birds danced in the woods, butterflies fluttered lightly, and the sound of frogs and insects sang from the soil. A network of narrow paths weaved through the fields, where men and women, young and old, bustled about. At the foot of the mountain, cattle and sheep grazed leisurely. Zhang Qiang felt as if he had returned to Earth. Everything seemed familiar, but the strange attire of the people and the rich spiritual energy in the air told him this wasn't Earth, nor was it Gaia. Yes, Zhang Qiang had traveled through time again, but this time, he wasn't as disgusted. Although he had just reunited with Ni Fang and separated again, he knew from the silkworm shells Dulong had given him that they were all safe. Despite the loss of a few members, the Shadow Tribe had reaped a rich harvest. The Shadow Clan is now flourishing unprecedentedly. Since Zhang Qiang and Ni Fang are human, and Dulong is beastman, the Great Elder personally convened a non-aggression pact between the three tribes, promising an unprecedented era of peace and prosperity for the Xuanwu Continent. However, Dulong's invincible shell now only functions for sound transmission; teleportation has ceased. Unwilling to resign himself, Dulong finally accepted Zhang Qiang's theory of quantum entanglement communication after dozens of attempts. Communication worked, but teleportation wasn't, or at least not yet. Zhang Qiang urged Dulong to cultivate diligently, telling him that the universe is vast and that one day he would set foot on its boundless expanse. He asked him to take care of a planet called Earth if he ever encountered one. Dulong, a member of the Celestial Silkworm Clan, had witnessed Zhang Qiang's so-called scientific methods and was almost certain that Zhang Qiang came from another world. This time, he had probably traveled back in time! However, Dulong kept his theories to himself, keeping Ni Fang and the Shadow Clan secret. He simply relayed Ni Fang's greetings to Zhang Qiang: "Next time I see you, I'll break your legs so you can run like this..."

Zhang Qiang gazed at the setting sun in the west, half of the sky stained blood-red by the evening glow. He walked down a country road to his newly purchased small courtyard and started cooking! He seemed like an ordinary farmer, regularly visiting the village's only school to learn literacy. As he went back and forth, he became familiar with the teachers. Initially disdainful and repulsive, they developed a fondness for and respect for Zhang Qiang, even inviting him to teach mathematics. He declined, citing his busy farm work. While Zhang Qiang's literacy skills were limited, his mathematical skills were truly astonishing. As soon as he saw Zhang Qiang arrive at the school, teachers flocked to him, discussing various numerical problems. His ingenious use of the multiplication table amazed the teachers and inspired every student to learn! His simplified methods for addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division made the once complex world of mathematics much simpler, revolutionizing the field. He earned the respect and admiration of the surrounding villagers.

Zhang Qiang also envied the peace and tranquility here, but he knew that one day he would have to leave. Once he had a basic understanding of the texts and basic information here, he would not stay here. A cultivator staying in a small mountain village often does not bring peace to the village, but more often brings disaster! This is also what Zhang Qiang did not want to see. After all, the aura of a cultivator will attract the attention of other cultivators, especially those living in the mortal world! This is also not allowed by the nearby sects! Although mortals are ants, they are also the source of the bloodline of the world of cultivation! Of course, cultivators are not willing to easily come to mortal villages and areas. After all, there is really nothing they can see there!

"Uncle Qiang... look at this number problem I wrote. Is it correct? My dad says it's wrong... but I think it's right... Can you help me check it?" A boy of twelve or thirteen walked into Zhang Qiang's courtyard and approached him, tears still welling in his eyes. "Xiaohua... a man should not shed tears easily. Give it to me and let me see it..." Zhang Qiang took the rag from Xiaohua's hand and glanced at the numbers on it. The simplified Arabic numerals were the numerals recently promoted by the school. The handwriting was very neat, and it was obvious that the child was thirsty for knowledge! "It's written correctly... The handwriting is also very neat. It's great that you can grasp new numerical knowledge so quickly... Xiaohua, keep up the good work..." Zhang Qiang stroked the child's head, his face full of love! Perhaps because there was also a Xiaohua on Xuanwu Continent, Zhang Qiang doted on this child named Xiaohua! The child was also very sensible. Whenever he had free time, he would come to help with the chores, planting vegetables, weeding... as long as he could do it, he would basically help Zhang Qiang! These actions inevitably reminded Zhang Qiang of the small mountain village in Xuanwu Continent and the boy who followed him around all day! "I said what I wrote was right... but my father insisted it was wrong. He also said that I was so stupid that I would never be qualified to enter the immortal sect... I would only be able to work as a farmhand like him for the rest of my life... I will definitely work hard to embark on the path to becoming an immortal sect..." The little boy said, wiping away the tears from his eyes, his eyes full of determination and tenacity!