176: Chapter 176 Since there are no books to read, let's grab someone to write them.
On the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion, in a secret room heavily sealed by a Formation, lay the true core of the Heavenly River Sword Sect, and indeed, the entire Cultivation World’s most mysterious 'central brain'.
At this moment, an important meeting that would decide the future direction—or rather, the stylistic direction—of the Cultivation World was being held here with solemnity.
The conference table was a tea stand crafted from ten-thousand-year Thunder-struck Wood—originally a Magic Treasure used by a Grand Elder to suppress his Heart Demon, but later casually pilfered by Li Mo because he thought its grain patterns were perfect for playing with walnuts.
Li Mo sat in the main seat, his expression grave, turning two pristine, sharp-edged Top-Grade Spirit Stones in his hand.
Opposite him sat (or rather, lay) the two representatives attending the meeting.
On the left was **'Beast Tribe Representative' Squeak**.
This Treasure-Seeking Rat had just woken up from last night’s hangover, wearing an uneaten crab shell around its neck. It was clutching a cup of extra-strong Spirit Tea meant to clear the head, burping audibly with a seafood scent while drinking, its eyes hazy—clearly not yet in the right state.
On the right was **'Abyss Representative' Little Black**.
This forbidden book, bound in human skin, lay open on the table. The distorted human face on its cover wore a serious expression. Its pages fluttered without wind, occasionally manifesting lines of blood-red script in the blank spaces, serving as the meeting's recorder.
"Comrades,"
Li Mo tapped the table, producing a crisp sound.
"The current situation is extremely grim."
Squeak jumped in fright, nearly dropping the teacup in its paws. It quickly spat out a tea leaf stem and let out a series of nervous chirps: "Squeak? Squeak Squeak Squeak? (What’s wrong, Boss? Are those freeloaders demanding kickbacks? I’ll go bite them to death!)"
Little Black also rapidly flipped a page, revealing a line of text brimming with Killing Intent: [As soon as the Master gives the order, I will immediately activate 'Abyss Devouring' mode and turn the entire Sect into nourishment.]
"Superficial,"
Li Mo sighed, looking at the rat and the book with disappointment, hating that they couldn't be molded into something better.
"All you know is fighting and killing all day. We are scholars, civilized people. We must persuade with reason."
He stood up and walked to the entire wall of bookshelves in the secret room. These shelves were completely bare; not even a single bookworm could be found—because they had all starved to death.
"Do you see these empty shelves?" Li Mo’s voice held a trace of sorrow. "What is this? This is famine! A great spiritual famine!"
"Although I shut down that Upper Realm projection last night, that was only a temporary fix. The other side has already locked onto our IP address... I mean, our Sect coordinates."
"Next time, if they send an actual 'Planetary Cleanup Squad,' or a higher-dimensional 'Rule Strike,' what will we use to defend ourselves?"
Li Mo turned around, his gaze sharp: "Rely on you to bite? Or rely on me to sweep floors?"
Squeak shrank its neck. Although it had evolved, facing an existence so high-dimensional that it caused 'instant pregnancy... oh no, instant collapse just by looking at it,' it truly was just cannon fodder.
"I need power," Li Mo stated gravely. "And in my System, power equals knowledge, and knowledge equals books."
"But this broken place..."
Li Mo casually pulled out a copy of *The Tyrannical Demon Venerable's Little Sweet Wife*, which he hadn't yet thrown away, and slammed it onto the table.
"But this broken place’s cultural industry is simply too backward!"
The book landed with a loud clatter, opening to a page containing a description that numbed the intellect: "The Demon Venerable smiled wickedly, his eyes holding three parts cold indifference, three parts mockery, and four parts nonchalance. He waved his sleeve, and the myriad stars immediately fell because he was in a bad mood, crushing Wang Ergou in the neighboring village to death."
"Look! Look at this! Does this look like something a person wrote?!"
Li Mo pointed at the text, his finger trembling.
"Never mind how he achieved that 'pie chart' gaze. Just look at this 'starlight falling.' Does he know how massive a star is? Does he know the tears a gravitational wave would cause in a plane? And it only killed Wang Ergou? One star falling would wipe out half a galaxy!"
"No logic! No common sense! Pure masturbation!"
Li Mo grew angrier as he spoke.
"Books like this—the System cannot extract any valuable rule-based terms from them. Reading it would, at best, grant me a Trash-tier skill called [Wicked Smile (Facial Muscle Spasm Version)]!"
Squeak nodded as if it understood, though it thought the Demon Venerable sounded quite formidable. But if the Boss said no, then no.
Little Black, however, seemed contemplative. A line of text appeared on its page: [Does Master mean we need 'high-quality' data sources?]
"Exactly," Li Mo gave Little Black an appreciative look. "It has to be you. Coming from the Abyss, your brain is definitely better than that of a local rat."
Squeak protested dissatisfiedly.
Li Mo sat back down, interlacing his hands under his chin, his gaze turning profound.
"The current situation is: I have finished all the books on the market, and the rest are all garbage like this." "The conclusion is: If I want to become stronger, I must solve the problem at the source."
"Since there are no books to read, then—we must capture people to write them."
"And they cannot be allowed to write randomly. They must write according to my outline, according to my logic, and even according to my... 'scientific System.'"
Li Mo snapped his fingers.
"This is the core agenda for this meeting: 'Feasibility Report on Converting All Members of the Heavenly River Sword Sect into a Knowledge Production Assembly Line.'"
Little Black’s pages flipped wildly, clearly shocked by this grand concept. It quickly recorded the title and added three exclamation points afterward.
"But, Boss..." Squeak weakly raised a paw. "Those Sword Cultivators, their brains are full of muscle. It’s fine if they use swords to chop people, but asking them to write books? And write about 'science'? Isn't that harder than killing them?"
"Excellent question."
A strange smile curved Li Mo's lips.
"This involves the second step of our plan: Education (Brainwashing)."
"They can't write because they don't understand. They don't understand 'Universal Gravitation,' so they can't write realistic Flying Sword trajectories; they don't understand 'Redox Reactions,' so their Alchemy relies entirely on luck (exploding furnaces)."
"Therefore, we must establish schools."
"We must set up a Tutorial Class. We will not only teach them how to cultivate but also teach them... why they cultivate this way."
Li Mo pulled out the 'Tianhe Tutorial Class Syllabus' he had drafted overnight from his System space.
"In the first stage, we need to compile textbooks."
"I will be responsible for the outline. Little Black, you are responsible for 'typesetting' and 'printing.'"
Li Mo looked at Little Black.
"Your main body possesses the 'Abyssal Imprint' ability. Any information you record can be instantly copied into countless copies, correct?"
Little Black proudly shook its pages: [As long as there is ink (preferably the blood of high-level Yao Beasts), printing any amount is not a problem.]
"Very good," Li Mo nodded. "Squeak, you are responsible for 'logistics.' Go call Elder Liu Changqing for me."
"Squeak? (That bottomless pit?) "
"Yes. His stomach is now a sub-space warehouse. From now on, all our textbook distribution and test paper collection will rely on his mouth. He is our 'Humanoid Logistics Vehicle.'"
The division of labor was clear, the logic closed the loop.
But there was still one crucial question.
"Boss, where does the textbook content come from?" Squeak asked. "You also said there’s no science here.'"
Li Mo pointed to his own head.
"It’s all in here."
As a Transmigrator, coupled with the super memory granted by the 'Great Reader' System, although he had returned most of the mathematics, physics, and chemistry knowledge from that azure planet in his previous life to his teachers, he still remembered the fundamental laws, formulas, and logical frameworks clearly.
More importantly, he didn't need to teach anything too profound like quantum mechanics.
In this Cultivation World, even just 'Newton's Three Laws,' once combined with the spiritual energy System, would be an 'Unsurpassed True Scripture' capable of shaking the Heavenly Dao.
"Now, let's start preparing the lessons."
Li Mo took a deep breath, picked up the 'spring and autumn brush,' and placed the first line of text on the blank page Little Black had opened.
It wasn't a rune, nor a spell.
It was a title that had struck fear into countless students in his previous life:
《Three Years of Cultivation, Five Years of Mock Exams (Science Comprehensive · Volume One)》
Chapter One: Mechanics and Sword Flight.
"Definition: Flying a sword is not simple spiritual energy levitation, but a perfect combination of fluid dynamics and spiritual energy recoil. Formula: F = ma..."
As Li Mo's pen tip moved, strange charts and symbols never before seen in the Cultivation World (α, β, Ω) began to grow wildly on Little Black's pages.
Little Black, as the medium, trembled.
It felt fear.
It was the intuition of an Abyss creature—these seemingly simple symbols contained a kind of 'Absolute Truth' that was colder, more rigorous, and more irrefutable than Abyss magic.
This truth allowed no ambiguity, no 'approximately,' and no 'go with the flow.'
It was like a scalpel, precisely dissecting this world full of 'metaphysics.'
...
Two hours later.
Li Mo stopped writing.
In front of him was already piled ten thick drafts of 'textbooks':
《Foundations of Spiritual Energy Dynamics》.
《Compendium of Alchemy Chemical Reaction Equations》.
《Biological Dissection: From Yao Beast to Nascent Soul.
《Probability Theory and the Calculation of Tribulation Success Rates》...
"Hoo..."
Li Mo wiped the sweat from his brow, looking at these 'masterpieces' with a satisfied smile.
"This is the spark."
"As long as those Sword Cultivators learn this, the books they write will no longer be Trash."
"They will start to think: Why does the Flying Sword turn? Why does the Fireball Spell explode? When they start thinking about these questions and attempt to provide 'logically consistent' explanations in their writing..."
A trace of fanaticism flashed in Li Mo's eyes.
"The System can then extract the true 'Rules' from these books."
For example, extracting [Absolute Hit (Ballistic Correction Version)] from *Spiritual Energy Dynamics*.
For example, extracting [Matter Reorganization] from *Alchemy Chemistry*.
This was the true way to utilize the 'Great Reader'!
Not just reading books, but—defining them.
"Squeak, take these to Little Black for copying. Print three thousand copies of each."
Li Mo commanded.
"Squeak! (So many! What if we run out of ink?) "
"Didn't that crab from yesterday leave some shell behind? Grind it into powder, mix it with water—that's high-grade ink that inherently carries an 'anti-piracy' attribute."
Li Mo stood up and walked to the window.
It was already noon.
This should have been the time when Yang Qi was strongest, but the Heavenly River Sword Sect plaza was currently permeated with an indescribable, oppressive atmosphere.
This was because Sect Master Li Xuanji had already relayed the news of the 'Entrance Examination.'
Although everyone didn't know what they were being tested on, out of reverence for the 'Ancestor Master,' everyone obediently gathered in the plaza, holding brushes with desks before them, looking like prisoners awaiting judgment.
"Look, our leeks... oh no, our students are ready," Li Mo adjusted his robes.
He once again put on the [Cosplay Set: Sweeping Monk Version], turning his black hair gray and adding illusory wrinkles to his face. The entire person instantly exuded the aura of an unparalleled master: 'I am strong at sweeping, but I choose not to speak.'
"Let's go, comrades,"
Li Mo walked down the stairs with his hands behind his back, accompanied by Squeak clutching a stack of test papers, and Little Black floating in the air.
"Let us bring a little 'scientific' shock to this decaying Cultivation World."
...
The main hall on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion.
The main door was tightly shut.
Outside stood three thousand nervous Sword Cultivators; inside was the poised 'Tianhe Tutorial Class' teaching team.
Li Mo stood behind the door, taking a deep breath.
He knew that the moment this door opened, the history of the Heavenly River Sword Sect would be completely rewritten.
From then on, this would no longer be a hot-blooded Sect that only shouted 'Sword, come!'
This place would become a land dominated by the terror of 'functions,' 'equations,' and 'force analysis.'
"Are you ready?" Li Mo asked softly.
"Squeak! (Ready!) "
[Always ready.]
"Good."
Li Mo reached out, grasped the doorknob, and pushed hard.
"Boom—"
The heavy redwood door slowly opened, pushed by spiritual energy, emitting a dull roar.
The midday sun pierced the dim hall like sharp swords, stretching Li Mo's silhouette extremely long, casting it directly onto the massive Sword Testing Stone at the very front of the plaza.
The plaza instantly fell silent.
All eyes focused on the old man wearing gray robes, holding a broom, yet with countless test papers floating behind him.
Li Mo raised his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the faces filled with confusion and awe.
He did not use spiritual energy to amplify his voice, yet his words clearly reached every corner, carrying an unquestionable majesty:
"Class begins."
The entire place was dead silent.
A moment later, led by Sect Master Li Xuanji, the three thousand people bowed in unison, their voices shaking the heavens:
"Greetings, Teacher!!!"
Li Mo nodded with satisfaction.
Very good. Respecting the teacher is a good start.
He waved his hand casually, and the test papers flew like snowflakes toward every Disciple.
"Since you are all here, let's skip the nonsense."
"This is the placement test."
"Test duration: Two hours."
"During the test, whispering to each other and using Divine Sense to cheat are prohibited. Violators will have their enrollment qualification revoked, and..."
Li Mo paused, revealing a smile that sent chills down everyone's spines:
"...and be forced to watch *The Tyrannical Demon Venerable's Little Sweet Wife* ten thousand times."
On the plaza, the Disciples who received the test papers turned pale the moment they saw the first question.
The question was simple, only one line:
【Given: Your Flying Sword speed is 300 meters per second, and there is a high mountain ahead. Question: Without using a spiritual energy shield, at what angle must you turn to avoid crashing into the mountain and ensure your body does not disintegrate due to centrifugal force? (Please draw the force analysis diagram) 】
The Disciples: "????"
Meters? Seconds? Centrifugal force? Force analysis diagram?
Is this cultivation? This is clearly heavenly script!
Watching the masses below instantly collapse, Li Mo put his hands behind his back and turned away, deeply concealing his merit and fame.
"Suffer to your heart's content, Mortals."
"Pain is what teaches you to think."
"And thinking is the strongest... cultivation method in this world."