189: Chapter 189 Tutoring Classes Expand Enrollment: Even the Dogs Were Alarmed

Lately, the air in the Heavenly River Sword Sect has been permeated with a scent called "anxiety."

This anxiety no longer stemmed from stagnant cultivation or demonic invasions, but from the idea that knowledge changes fate.

Ever since the "Electromagnetic Sword Immortal" Ye Guyun blasted a mountain peak and the "Explosion Maniac" Liu Qingqing set off a pink mushroom cloud, the class barriers of the entire Sect were shattered overnight.

In the past, Inner Sect Disciples looked down on the Outer Sect, and the Outer Sect looked down on the Servants.

Now?

As long as you understand "Maxwell's Equations," as long as you can mix "nitroglycerin," even if you are just a fire-tending Servant, you can receive the courtesy of a True Disciple.

There was even such a scene:

A Nascent Soul Elder, unable to calculate the "Qi flow rate of the Mountain Protection Grand Array," had to humbly seek advice from a fat chef in the Dining Hall responsible for cutting vegetables, because that chef had recently been studying "The Geometric Aesthetics of Ingredient Cutting," and his mathematical prowess had improved by leaps and bounds.

In this atmosphere of "universal competition," a group of forgotten people could no longer sit still.

...

The backyard of the Dining Hall.

A group of Utility Disciples dressed in coarse hemp clothes were sitting around piles of radishes and cabbages, their eyes filled with melancholy.

"Have you heard? Yesterday, Zhang San the sweeper was exceptionally promoted by the Old Ancestor to audit the tutorial class because he wrote a paper titled 'On the Aerodynamics of Broom Swinging.'"

A Servant responsible for washing dishes said sourly.

"That's not all!"

Another Servant chopping wood slammed his axe into a wooden block. "Even that Fatty Pig Intestine, who was sent off to shovel manure, is reportedly doing great in the Spirit Beast Garden, researching some 'Biological Fertilizer Circulation System.'"

"We can't go on like this!"

The leader was a head chef named Wang Ermazi. He waved his large ladle, his expression indignant:

"Are we only destined to cook for the rest of our lives?"

"We want to go to school too! We want to do scientific research too!"

"I want to study 'Molecular Gastronomy'! I want to turn braised pork into a Qi bomb!"

"Right! We want to go to school!"

The Servants were filled with indignation. One after another, they threw down their pots, pans, and ladles, and marched majestically toward the Scripture Pavilion.

...

At the same time.

Heavenly River Sword Sect, Spirit Beast Garden.

This was originally a paradise for the Sect to raise mounts and pets, with beautiful scenery. But ever since Fatty Pig Intestine was sent here to shovel manure, the style began to turn strange.

Fatty Pig Intestine was wearing a gas mask and holding a special shovel (which was actually an instrument he used to measure manure density). He was looking at a group of "lords" in front of him with a distressed face.

It wasn't that he was serving the Spirit Beasts.

Rather, the Spirit Beasts were... forcing his hand.

The leader was a snow-white, usually incredibly proud Foundation Establishment Stage crane.

It wasn't grooming its feathers as usual; instead, it stood on one leg, using the other to draw various crooked lines in the sand. A closer look revealed it was actually simulating a trajectory map of "airflow gliding."

Beside it squatted a Fire Cloud Lion, its body wreathed in flames.

This lion was facing a piece of raw meat, extremely carefully controlling the flames in its mouth. It wasn't roasting the meat, but... conducting an experiment. It was trying to use a "gentle fire" to evaporate the internal moisture of the meat without charring the skin (thermodynamic temperature control).

And the most ridiculous part was the Big Yellow Dog squatting at the very front.

This dog was the "Guardian Divine Beast" of the Heavenly River Sword Sect, said to have a trace of the Howling Celestial Dog's Bloodline (in reality, it was just a local dog that had lived for a long time). Usually, it would only bark at passersby to trick them into giving it some bones.

But today, it wore a pair of broken glasses it had picked up from somewhere (only the frames), and around its neck hung a wooden sign with three crookedly written characters:

【I Want to Learn】

"Woof! Woof woof! (Fatty! Hurry up and hand over today's teaching materials!)"

The Big Yellow Dog barked at Fatty Pig Intestine, its eyes full of a thirst for knowledge.

Fatty Pig Intestine was about to cry.

"Big Yellow Brother, Crane Sister, Lion Lord... please spare me."

"I'm just a manure shoveler! I haven't even figured out those 'Five-Three' exam questions myself, so how can I teach you?"

"Gah! (Useless!)"

The crane looked at him with disdain, and with a flap of its wings, it knocked Fatty Pig Intestine to the ground.

Then, it used its long beak to pick up the "Introduction to Fluid Mechanics" that Fatty Pig Intestine had dropped. It protected the book under its body like a treasure and began to study it seriously (even though the book was upside down).

"The world has changed..."

Fatty Pig Intestine lay on the ground, looking at this group of animals who were more hardworking than him, a deep sense of powerlessness welling up in his heart.

Even the dog has started studying.

If he, this "plagiarizing dog," didn't work harder, he might truly end up worse than a dog.

Just then, the Big Yellow Dog suddenly ran over, pawed at Fatty Pig Intestine, and then pointed toward the Scripture Pavilion.

"Woof! (Lead the way! We want to see the Principal!)"

Fatty Pig Intestine was stunned: "You want to... enroll?"

...

Scripture Pavilion, first-floor hall.

Li Mo had just finished a lecture on "Quantum Entanglement and the Possibilities of Dual Cultivation Techniques" and was about to take a sip of tea to moisten his throat.

Suddenly, a noisy commotion came from outside the door.

"Squeak! (Boss! It's bad! The Servants are revolting! And... a group of animals has also charged in!)"

The Treasure-Seeking Rat, Squeak, ran in flustered, nearly knocking over the teacup.

Li Mo frowned slightly: "What's going on?"

He walked out the door and was amused by the sight before him.

On the left were hundreds of Utility Disciples holding kitchen knives, ladles, and brooms, holding up a banner: 【Though we are Servants, we also have a scientific heart】.

On the right was an even larger contingent.

Cranes were lined up in a "V" formation; the Fire Cloud Lion carried Fatty Pig Intestine, who served as the translator, on its back; followed by monkeys, rabbits, squirrels... and even a few peeking pangolins.

And the one leading them was that Big Yellow Dog wearing the glasses frames.

The two groups joined forces at the entrance of the Scripture Pavilion, blocking the path completely.

The Inner Sect Disciples couldn't even get out and could only lean against the windows to watch the spectacle.

"Old Ancestor!"

The Servant representative, Wang Ermazi, flopped to his knees, tears streaming down his face:

"We want to go to school! We don't want to just be background characters! Please give us a chance, Old Ancestor!"

On the other side, Fatty Pig Intestine also rolled off the lion's back, scrambling over to kowtow:

"Old Ancestor! It's not that I wanted to come back, they forced me!"

"These Spirit Beasts... they said if they aren't allowed to go to school, they'll go on strike! From now on, no one will be allowed to ride them!"

"Woof! (Not only a strike, but we'll also relieve ourselves everywhere!)" The Big Yellow Dog added a timely threat (translated by Fatty Pig Intestine).

Looking at this indignant group of "underprivileged people," Li Mo didn't get angry; instead, he revealed a meaningful smile.

"You want to go to school?"

Li Mo adjusted his glasses.

"Fine."

"Science has no borders, and naturally, it has no class, much less a distinction between species."

"As long as you have a brain and are willing to think, even if you are a rock, I can teach you how to become a 'silicon-based life form.'"

The entire field instantly fell silent.

A light of pleasant surprise erupted in everyone's eyes.

"However."

Li Mo's tone shifted.

"The Tianhe Tutorial Class is not a shelter."

"If you want to enter, you must pay tuition."

"And, you must pass the entrance exam."

He pointed to the group of Servants.

"Your tuition will be your 'Observation Journals.' The heat control in the kitchen, the distribution of dust while sweeping, the angle of force when chopping wood... I want to see the scientific laws you've extracted from life."

"As for you..."

Li Mo looked at the Spirit Beasts, especially that Big Yellow Dog.

"You have no money, and you can't write."

"But you have instincts."

"What I want is proof that you can break your instincts."

Li Mo pulled a leg bone of some unknown Yao Beast from his sleeve and weighed it in his hand.

"Big Yellow, right?"

The Big Yellow Dog immediately sat up straight, its tail wagging frantically, tongue panting, eyes fixed intensely on the bone.

This was a dog's instinct.

"In the past, if I threw it, you would chase it."

"But that is the way of a wild dog."

"What I want is... a Scientific Canine."

Li Mo suddenly turned, his arm exerting sudden force.

Whoosh—!

The bone turned into a streak of light, flying toward the woods hundreds of meters away in a very high arc.

The flight trajectory of this bone was very strange.

When Li Mo threw it, he added a side-spin and also applied air resistance parameters modified by the [authority dog].

It would draw an irregular "S" shape in the air and suddenly accelerate downward before landing.

An ordinary dog would definitely miscalculate the prediction and pounce on thin air.

"Go." Li Mo said calmly.

"Woof!"

The Big Yellow Dog moved.

But it didn't run directly toward the bone.

It first paused for 0.5 seconds.

In those dog eyes wearing the glasses frames, countless data streams seemed to flash by.

Wind speed: Northwest wind, Level 4.

Rotational angular velocity: 300 rpm.

Gravitational acceleration: 9.8.

The influence of air humidity on the bone's surface friction...

The next second.

The Big Yellow Dog shot out like an arrow from a bow.

But the direction it ran in actually deviated from the direction the bone was flying! It was running toward the front-left!

"Did this stupid dog run the wrong way?" the watching Inner Sect Disciples mocked.

However, three seconds later.

The bone, influenced by the side-spin in mid-air, suddenly took a sharp left turn.

And at that moment, the Big Yellow Dog arrived exactly at the predicted landing spot.

It didn't jump.

It just calmly opened its mouth.

It slightly adjusted the angle of its head.

"Snap."

The bone dropped precisely and unerringly into its mouth.

There wasn't even a single extra step of running.

Even the timing of its teeth snapping shut perfectly matched the kinetic energy of the falling bone, without making a single sound of impact.

The whole place was dead silent.

"This... is this prediction?"

"No, this is calculation!"

Zhang Yuan had approached at some point, looking at the Big Yellow Dog as if looking at an unpolished piece of jade.

"It just constructed a ballistic model in its head! It even considered wind resistance!"

The Big Yellow Dog, bone in mouth, walked back to Li Mo with elegant steps (it was actually doing a catwalk).

It placed the bone on the ground, pushed the glasses frames on the bridge of its nose, and let out a sound full of wisdom:

"Woof. (Simple.)"

Li Mo smiled.

He smiled very happily.

"Very good."

"Fatty Pig Intestine."

"Disciple is here!" Fatty Pig Intestine replied hastily.

"You don't have to shovel manure anymore."

Li Mo gave a grand wave of his hand.

"From this day forth, the Tianhe First Spirit Beast Experimental Primary School is established."

"Fatty Pig Intestine shall serve as Principal and Translator."

"Big Yellow... shall be the Dean of Students."

"As for this group of Servants..."

Li Mo looked toward Wang Ermazi and the others.

"The 'Tianhe Vocational and Technical College' is established. It will specialize in applied sciences."

"The one who wants to do molecular gastronomy, go to Dan Ding Peak and borrow equipment from Liu Qingqing. The one who wants to study broom dynamics, go find Ye Guyun and borrow the wind tunnel lab."

"I have only one requirement."

"Within three months, I want to see results."

"Yes!!!"

The Servants and Spirit Beasts let out deafening cheers (a mix of barking and crane cries).

...

In the days that followed.

The Heavenly River Sword Sect went into complete chaos.

But it also became completely "alive."

The Servant area, originally the lowest level, had now become the most bustling "Maker Center."

Wang Ermazi really made a name for himself.

Using the principle of "high-pressure osmosis," he invented the **[Bursting Spirit Meatball]**.

With one bite of this meatball, the broth inside would create a miniature explosion in the mouth. Not only was the taste excellent, but it could also instantly replenish a large amount of Qi, and could even knock out an enemy's front teeth.

Once this item appeared, it became a hit throughout the Sect.

And the Spirit Beast Garden was even more ridiculous.

With the "assistance" of the Big Yellow Dog (actually under its supervision), Fatty Pig Intestine compiled a set of "Spirit Beast Behavior Correction Guidelines."

That crane learned "formation flying" and led a group of avian Spirit Beasts to form an aerial reconnaissance squad, their flight paths more standard than sword-riding.

That Fire Cloud Lion learned "oxygen-rich combustion," and the flames it spat out turned from red to blue, with the temperature doubling. It became a specially appointed "welder" for the Artifact Refining Hall.

The most terrifying one was the Big Yellow Dog.

It became a tyrant of the Sect.

Every day, wearing those broken glasses, it patrolled the mountain gate.

For anyone entering or leaving, if their gaze was off or if they carried contraband (like hidden traditional backward Medicinal Pills), it could see through them at a glance.

It even learned to use its paws to draw "parking spaces" on the ground, directing the parking of Flying Swords. If anyone dared to park haphazardly, it would urinate on their Flying Sword (its urine, after special dietary conditioning, was highly corrosive).

...

Scripture Pavilion, top floor.

Li Mo looked at the notifications frantically scrolling on the System panel, feeling pleasant.

【Read "Wang Ermazi's Molecular Gastronomy Notes." Extracted white entry: Culinary Blast.】

【Read "Big Yellow Dog's Ballistic Analysis Draft (Fatty Pig Intestine's Translation)." Extracted blue entry: Wild Instinct (Rational Version).】

【Read "Crane's Aerodynamics Insights." Extracted white entry: Wings of Wind.】

Though they were all small entries.

The sheer quantity made up for it.

Moreover, this atmosphere of "everything can be science" was subtly changing the underlying logic of this world.

"Even the dog is making progress."

Li Mo looked out the window at Big Yellow, who was explaining to a newly arrived puppy "how to use the lever principle to pry open a bone," and sighed.

"If those so-called 'geniuses' who are still stuck in their old ways don't work harder..."

"In the future, they might truly be looked down upon by a dog."

Just then.

A hurried tolling of a bell broke the Sect's tranquility.

That was the "Guest-Welcoming Bell."

It was only rung when a major figure arrived.

"Squeak. (Boss! Someone's here! Such a grand display!)"

Squeak jumped onto the windowsill and pointed toward the horizon.

In the eastern sky, purple Qi billowed for three thousand miles.

Nine flood dragons pulled a magnificent golden chariot, crushing the clouds as it rumbled toward the Heavenly River Sword Sect.

Beside the chariot, banners blotted out the sun, embroidered with a giant character: **"Zi"**.

"Zifu Holy Land?"

Li Mo narrowed his eyes.

That was one of the top powers in the Central Region.

And also the "vested interest holders" of the traditional Cultivation World.

"It seems the commotion on our side was too big and finally drew the real 'big fish.'"

Li Mo put down his teacup and straightened his robes.

He glanced at the Disciples downstairs doing radio calisthenics (also taught by Li Mo), and then at the Big Yellow Dog directing traffic at the gate.

"Perfect timing."

"Our 'Tianhe Tutorial Class' just happens to be short of a few... 'transfer students' who can afford the high tuition fees."

The corner of Li Mo's mouth curled into a smile unique to an "Admissions Office Director."

"Big Yellow, go."

"Open the gates."

"Don't bite anyone."

"Unless... they don't do the problems."

"Woof!"

A wise dog bark came from below.