My cultivation is too warm

After parting ways with the First Evil of All Heavens, Xu Mo took the booklet and the memory card containing a complete set of actions and went to the huge open space outside the research institute.

In the middle is an artificial rockery and fountain. Right next to the fountain stand three sculptures, one of which is a large sculpture with an unrecognizable face and strange posture, whose author is unclear.

On either side of the large sculpture are sculptures of a large yellow dog and a large turkey, which represent "Wang Jing" and "Nuan Nuan".

The place beneath the sculptures is where they were buried.

The number of people in the research institute has increased dramatically, and there are no longer any meeting rooms in the institute that can accommodate everyone.

Therefore, the research institute usually holds its general meetings in this open space. Even under the scorching sun, everyone can endure it because they feel that Nuannuan and Wangjing are also in the meeting with them. So no one objected to the research institute’s decision to hold the general meeting outdoors, even though it seemed unformal and unlike a research institute meeting, it was more like a mobilization meeting.

This time was no different. After confirming that the research techniques had been deciphered, everyone in the research institute came to this open space and gathered in front of the sculptures of Nuannuan and Wangjing, waiting for news.

When Xu Mo walked out of the research institute's gate and saw everyone's eager and enthusiastic eyes, he immediately fell silent.

In particular, there are several thousand people among them who were the first batch of researchers. Although they do not look particularly old due to the spiritual pills of the secret realm, they only look like they are in their sixties or seventies, and some of them do not even have many wrinkles on their faces.

However, because they had little life left, the aura of old age and weakness on their bodies clearly distinguished them from those who came after them.

More importantly, the eyes of those who have lived for over a hundred years are completely different from those of young people. After all, everyone is now a mortal, unlike cultivators who, even after cultivating for thousands of years, can still be completely young inside and out.

So when Xu Mo's gaze swept over them and met their eyes, for some reason, he suddenly felt uneasy.

Although the technique has been deciphered, it cannot be used immediately. In other words, this group of people who have been studying it with me from the very beginning are destined to face the end of their lives.

Not only them, but everyone present here is destined to be unable to enjoy the benefits of this cultivation technique. It is estimated that it will take at least tens of millions of years for the technique to take effect.

Such a long period of time meant that those present were naturally unable to enjoy the fruits of this labor.

Even though they devoted their entire lives to this research, the results were destined to elude them.

So, wouldn't I be committing fraud? I deceived their enthusiasm, getting them involved in a study whose results had nothing to do with them.

The thought of this made Xu Mo feel timid and uneasy, and he even found it difficult to look them in the eye.

How do I bring this up with them?
Good news? Or bad news?
He really couldn't tell anymore.

Xu Mo's reaction made everyone present jump, and then some impatient people couldn't wait to ask:

"Dean, what's wrong? Could it be that there's a problem with the cultivation method, preventing the creation of a path for cultivation?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present tensed up, held their breath, and stared at Xu Mo with anxious expressions, awaiting his reply.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Xu Mo knew that no matter what, he had to tell them the news, so he quickly shook his head, took a deep breath, and replied:

"That's not the case. The cultivation technique itself is not the problem. According to the reasoning, it can be basically confirmed that it can open up a new path of cultivation, allowing all methods to return to their original state and recreate a brilliant era of cultivation. However..."

Before he could finish speaking, a chorus of shouts erupted from the crowd.

Many people were moved to tears, which is not an exaggeration. When people are overwhelmed with excitement, they really do cry their hearts out, because at this moment, only tears can truly express their joy.

Especially the first group of researchers, who numbered only a few thousand and were nearing the end of their lives, trembled as they wiped away their tears, moving with extreme care, for they were afraid that they were dreaming and that any sudden movement would wake them from the dream.

After all, what they ultimately pursued after dedicating their lives to research was simply to accelerate the research process and expedite the discovery of the cultivation technique.

Now that the technique has been directly cracked, and it is indeed useful, all my efforts in this life have been meaningful.

Therefore, they didn't want to wake up from such shocking news, even if it was just a dream.

After all, they don't have much life left, and they won't live for many more years. So it's better to let them pass away peacefully in their dreams.

"It's so good, so good!" The first group of researchers murmured these words as they carefully wiped away the tears that blurred their vision. They were so incoherent that they could only express their feelings with the words "it's so good."

The researchers who came in later were much more excited, jumping and hopping around, hugging and kissing the people around them. In short, they couldn't control their excited heartbeats or suppress their boiling blood unless they did something. This was the only way they could release their emotions.

Seeing the excited crowd, Xu Mo's unease deepened.

After a long silence, he finally interrupted everyone's celebration and told them about the cultivation technique.

After he finished explaining, the room was quiet for a moment, then someone chuckled and said, "So the dean's reaction just now was because of this?"

Xu Mo paused for a moment, then nodded.

Just as he was about to say something, the atmosphere suddenly became jubilant again, and this time it was several times more enthusiastic than before.

Even the first batch of veteran researchers let loose and celebrated without any restraint. Like everyone else, they jumped and danced, hugged and kissed those around them, and some even rolled around on the ground.

They were hesitant before because Dean Xu Mo's reaction had made them somewhat worried. They were afraid that they were dreaming, or that the dean was just trying to comfort them.

Now that the dean has said so, there's absolutely no problem.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Xu Mo was completely stunned. His reaction was noticed by everyone, but now everyone was busy celebrating to vent their frustration over the endless, suffocating sea of ​​problems they had been researching, with no end in sight and no idea when they would be solved. Now, they felt as if they had escaped from an endless hell, and their hearts were filled with excitement.

Therefore, even though some people cared about Dean Xu Mo, they still couldn't stop talking to him. They could only say to him, "Ah, Dean, wait a minute, wait a minute. We know how you feel, but wait a minute, let's finish celebrating first."

So, outside the research institute, Xu Mo stood blankly beneath the sculpture by the fountain, while in front of him stood a group of jubilant, almost frenzied people—the atmospheres on either side were completely different. The researchers' celebration lasted a very long time, from afternoon until late at night. Only when the full moon hung in the sky and the cool night breeze slightly dampened their fervent emotions.

Of course, it's more likely that after a night of frenzy, they were exhausted, hungry, and had no strength left.

Even if everyone was suppressing a lot of suffocating despair, one night of madness was enough for them to vent and calm down.

Fortunately, Xu Mo had already contacted the group of disciples trained by Ou Fenjin and Xu Yaoyao, and had them prepare a sumptuous dinner, which they had inherited from the Ou family's culinary skills. After everyone calmed down, he immediately asked the chefs to bring in the dinner.

So, outside the research institute, with a bright, round moon in the sky and a comfortable evening breeze blowing, everyone sat on the ground and ate a hot dinner.

Only then did Xu Mo look at everyone and ask, "Aren't you disappointed? After all, you can't cultivate."

Upon hearing Xu Mo's question, someone present offered an answer: "What's there to be disappointed about? I never had any expectations to begin with."

"Yes, compared to that, isn't being able to decipher the cultivation technique before dying the most worthwhile thing to celebrate?"

"Hey, no, no, that's not all. We can also teach the whole world how to practice this technique together, and let everyone practice and demonstrate it for 'Heaven and Earth' to see. In other words, we not only cracked the technique, but we can also participate in its subsequent promotion. How wonderful is that?"

The first group of veteran researchers sighed, then turned to Xu Mo and said, "Dean, you've worked hard all these years. Leave the promotion of the cultivation method to us. You can rest assured and relax."

"That's right, that's right, we'll take care of it..."

Hearing the crowd's enthusiastic words, Xu Mo remained silent for a moment, then asked, still unable to understand, "But, like this, you all..."

He was interrupted before he could finish speaking:
“Dean, we know what you’re thinking, but like we said before, we never had any expectations. As for disappointment and resentment, we’re not sure if we feel any or not. For us right now, the joy of successfully cracking the technique is enough to fill all our emotions. We really don’t have the mind or the mood to think about anything else.”

"Right now, we just need to immerse ourselves in the joy of liberation. As for other feelings of loss or resentment, we can wait and see if they come later. Anyway, now is the time to celebrate, so let's not think about anything else."

"That's right, Dean, why are you thinking so much? Now that we've succeeded, let's celebrate properly. You didn't even join us in celebrating earlier, it was really no fun at all, it made it seem like we failed."

"Exactly! I feel like this celebration wouldn't be complete without the dean's participation. I'm really feeling uneasy about it. No, let's celebrate again after dinner, and this time we need the dean to join in."

"Okay, I support it. Everyone, hurry up and eat, and then we can celebrate."

"Great! The dean must come!"

As a result, the atmosphere at the scene, which had just calmed down, became lively again.

Ultimately, Xu Mo, overwhelmed by everyone's enthusiasm, had no choice but to join in the celebration.

He had originally planned to have a proper chat with everyone after the celebration.

However, the celebration party lasted until the early hours of the morning. After everyone's enthusiasm subsided, they left with warm feelings and tired bodies, and he was also taken home.

He didn't find any opportunity to talk to anyone, or perhaps no one cared about it except himself.

Of course, it's possible, but people just don't want him to know.

After all, that's the reality. Even if you're unwilling, you can't change it. You might as well celebrate and not let it affect the dean's mood.

The dean is a kind-hearted person, but he likes to overthink.

In the long years to come, he will have to wait and watch as the research that everyone has devoted their lives to blossoms and bears fruit, allowing their research to shine brightly and bringing the era of cultivation back to its ancient beginnings and back to all the heavens and myriad realms.

It would be bad if the dean developed any psychological problems.

Moreover, they firmly believed that, in the distant future, when the path of cultivation was reopened, the Dean would surely summon them from the river of time.

This is their dean. Back then, for the sake of all living beings, he gave up his own cultivation so that all the ancient beings could eat hot rice. He brought spiritual rice into every household, and even the entire world of countless realms and endless time and space was freed from famine. Even the lowest-level beings no longer had to worry about going hungry and entered the era of carefree spiritual farmers without hunger.

They don't need to emphasize this kind of dean; when the time comes, the dean will naturally revive them. They just need to wait in slumber.

Because the celebration that night was too crazy, or perhaps because he no longer had to worry about the research and could sleep peacefully, Xu Mo slept from morning until the next morning after returning home.

Then, remembering that he hadn't had a proper chat with everyone yesterday, Xu Mo rushed to the research institute as soon as he got up, without even having time to eat, to see if anyone was there.

Everyone was there, of course. They were all learning and copying the exercises, uploading them online, and announcing this good news to the world.

When Xu Mo arrived, the busy crowd glanced at him and said, "Oh dear, Dean, didn't we say that the matter of teaching the techniques would be left to us? You should just rest. What, do you not trust us?"

Seeing this, Xu Mo hesitated for a moment and said, "No, it's just..."

His conflicted expression earned him a bunch of eye rolls. Then two young female researchers stepped forward and pushed him out. "Dean, how can you be so clueless? We've already said that we just want to enjoy this moment and don't want to discuss anything else. Why are you trying to ruin the atmosphere? Really."

"That's right, that's right, let's go home quickly. We can't talk about anything else right now. Dean, you should leave quickly. Don't stay here and affect everyone's enthusiasm for work."

After being kicked out of the research institute, Xu Mo was bewildered and conflicted. So, in the end, he was the only one who really cared about this matter.

He stood outside the research institute for a long time, finally sighing helplessly, and silently walked home...

(End of this chapter)