Chapter Fourteen: Illusory Realm

  They didn't speak at all, young and old, communicating entirely through writing, becoming more and more in tune with each other.

  But little did they know that many students writing papers in the library knew Professor Shi Tianlai, and when had they ever seen him so affectionate with a 17 or 18-year-old kid?

  Rumors that Yang Yunqiu was either the grandson or great-grandson of Shi Tiancai began to circulate from the library.

  It just so happened that several professional teachers walked by unintentionally, saw the interaction between the two people, and knew that the old and young were communicating on an equal footing, and they all felt surprised in their hearts.

  It wasn't until dinner time that Yang Yunqiu firmly refused Professor Shi's request to study late into the night, and the two agreed to meet again tomorrow.

  Of course, it's in the library's special collection room.

  For several days in a row, Yang Yunqiu came to the library every day to read books and gradually compiled her own favorite teaching materials. However, the speed was not as slow as on the first day, and reading books and materials were very miscellaneous.

  Shi Tianlai, however, saw from his book list that Yang Yunqiu had his own set of learning methods, ranging from shallow to deep, covering all aspects of astronomy and geography, being inclusive and eclectic, not just studying a single subject, but rather exploring the essence of this world in a very profound way, with some practical implications.

  Professor Shi felt he had learned a lot and benefited greatly.

  Yang Yunqiu also felt that having a professional teacher like him was a rare opportunity. No matter how strong the doll's ability to analyze, summarize and generalize was, no matter how high its teaching skills were, no matter how rich its knowledge base was, it was not a life born and raised on this earth after all. Two worlds with vastly different knowledge systems wanted to merge, which was not something that could be done overnight.

  That day, Barbie rarely didn't go online surfing.

  Lying on the table, I don't know what to look at. Just then, Yang Yunqiu threw away his book, stretched his waist, took out a bread and looked at it, and then put a pile of materials in front of him with a showy attitude.

  "A-Qiu, I originally thought that with the current means, it's impossible to repair the base. Now looking at it, as long as your technology here improves a bit, you can at least repair more than 80%."

  Yang Yunqiu looked down and saw - 'Victory-class III destroyer'.

  Indeed mighty and domineering.

  "Look, although the design is not very reasonable, both the hyperspace and subspace engines are quite creative. If we can really develop them, I wouldn't say that our base can be restored to 100%, but there's still hope for restoring its main functions. What do you think? Do you want to give it a try?"

  Yang Yunqiu casually slapped it back and went online to play.

  It's better to talk to Professor Shi than to waste time listening to his nonsense.

  "How's Zhongyi? Actually, Zhong'er is not bad either, it's just a bit far from our Nan Da." Shi Tianlai muttered to himself.

  He had been trying to persuade Yang Yunqiu to attend Nanjing University for the past few days, and he thought it wouldn't be that easy, but unexpectedly, Yang Yunqiu agreed in one breath.

  He had no reason not to agree, he wanted to attend Nanda all along.

  In fact, even if Yang Yunqiu didn't go to high school, Shi Tianlai could still arrange it, but he always felt that the college entrance examination was an experience and should let this child try it out.

  Professor Shi never thought he had a chance of failing the exam.

  "It doesn't matter which school, I have to go to the hospital this afternoon and won't be coming to the library. Shi Lao, you should also head back and get some rest."

  These days, Shi Tianlai has been like a man possessed, going to the library every day before dawn to look for Yang Yunque and not returning home until after midnight.

  Such high-intensity mental activity, Yang Yunqiu doesn't care about it, but Shi Lao is already over 60 years old, and his body may not be able to withstand it. Although he looks fine now, that's because he's in high spirits; once his spirit relaxes, something might go wrong. His wife has been nagging them about this when she brings food for the old man and the young one these days, clearly worried sick.

  When Yang Yunqiu said this, Shi Tianlai immediately looked down and then exclaimed: "Go to the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?"

  Taking a closer look, I see that the child indeed has a pale face, blue lips, and cold hands and feet. On such a hot day, his collar is still turned up and he's wrapped up tightly, looking like he's in poor health, which can't help but make me worry.

  "Not, just go get some merit."

  Shi Tian came over in surprise and saw Yang Yunqiu walking away with his black waist pack that he never left behind tucked under his arm.

  This guy probably thought he was volunteering at a hospital, which isn't entirely wrong either.

  Yang Yunqiu walked with the doll, his consciousness following the doll's guidance, touring the 'world' he had personally shaped using a computer. From mid-air, he gazed down at the virtual world that ordinary people would absolutely not notice was fake, and he couldn't help but be deeply shocked.

  It is said that in the era of dolls, all sects with foundation must have such a virtual fantasy world, and it is far more realistic than what he saw. The virtual world he saw was still very imperfect, after all, it was only created by Wa Wa alone in a short period of time. Ordinary people can't see the error, and the cultivator's divine consciousness is even more subtle, so they can naturally feel the stiffness and disharmony inside.

  "No matter how good the illusory realm is, it can only temper the cultivator's divine consciousness. It can't compare to the real lower-level spatial realm. In the lower-level spatial realm, you are a god and can do everything that gods can do. Naturally, it's also easier to gain merit and commit sins, depending on the cultivator's heart and nature."

  Yang Yunqiu's divine consciousness was shocked and almost infatuated. The doll was both proud and sighed, "In the past, Xin Yi Xian Shi's cultivation had never been hindered, and his journey had been smooth and unobstructed. People thought that apart from having a pair of merit eyes, his spatial divine powers were unmatched in the world, and he could move freely between lower planes... Our base has a perfectly intact space gate, fortunately, Fangzhou hasn't fully controlled it yet, or who knows what would have happened."

  Eternal waiting, finally waited for Yang Yunqiu, he has the same talent as Xin Yuxian.

  Nan City Fourth Hospital is the best hospital in Nan City.

  From the 16th to the 18th floor, the three floors of wards are built like a five-star hotel. It's not luxurious, but it's also luxurious. The fragrance of fresh flowers fills the room, and there is no pungent smell of disinfectant like downstairs.

  Yang Yunqiu went up to the 17th floor.

  A steady stream of visitors came to see him, and the nurses were busy carrying out bouquets of flowers and baskets of fruit. He took a glance around and knew at once that she was not among them.

  The person he was looking for probably didn't have the mood to entertain visiting guests at this time.

  Yang Yunqiu squeezed through the crowd and walked along a black-red line that only he could see, passing by the east gate and finally stopping in front of the hospital room door.

  A series of suppressed and fearful screams echoed from inside the door.

  Two traffic police were still sitting on the chair outside.

  An old man and a young man in his early twenties were playing Chinese chess, chatting casually as they played.

  "Sun Shu, at first I thought the one inside was fake, but now I believe it's not." The young one glanced at the hospital room door and clicked his tongue, "Fortunately today, I saw him yelling yesterday with a hoarse voice like it was cracked open. This matter is not that big of a deal, with his status, there's no need to lose face like this."

  The old man smiled and shook his head, not saying a word. The young one was very lively, and soon heard the sound of wailing coming from inside the house. Frowning, he said: "If it were someone else's child, they would have been locked up in a mental hospital by now. How can they still be allowed to scare people outside? I'm tired of listening...I don't know how long we'll have to put up with this."

  Sun Shu, the Jumping Horse General, looked at the young man's worried face and smiled: "You can leave today. The victim has received compensation and doesn't plan to sue him. You know that although it was a hit-and-run accident that caused the victim to give birth prematurely, after all, nothing serious happened now. Even if we go through the court, the compensation we can get is limited. It's better to let it go, anyway, for the Wang family, hundreds of millions or thousands of millions are just numbers."