Those who face the wall, but are in the Nascent Soul stage.

Chapter 37 Ding Yi, Wang Miao, Zhang Beihai, Bi Yunfeng (Please continue reading)
Those who can ride on the "Opener" spaceplane are all elites among ordinary people. Whether they are soldiers from the Space Force or experts traveling with them, they all maintain basic composure when facing the "cultivation scene" outside the window.

But whispered discussions are always unavoidable.

"They used to know to use special effects, but now they don't even try to hide it from people."

"Yeah, who's going to fly up in the stratosphere and make a movie?"

"It should have been expected that PDC's attitude toward this Wallfacer was never ordinary."

"Could someone be an ordinary person to force the Trisolarans to the negotiating table?"

"This world is truly incomprehensible..."

The cabin, which was originally relatively quiet, became noisy due to the increased whispers.

"I'm really afraid of the day when the Trisolarans invade. Some of you will breathe fire, some will grow wings, and some will fly, leaving me all alone to run for my life in the streets."

Someone made a self-deprecating remark, which elicited laughter from everyone in the cabin.

The officers of the Space Force and their fellow scholars and experts felt a sense of relief wash over them.

An expert specializing in controlled nuclear fusion magnetic confinement asked, "Comrades in the Space Force, did you already know that the fifth Wallfacer's identity as a cultivator was real?"

Most of the Space Force members, including Zhang Beihai, shook their heads slightly.

However, there was one exception: a senior colonel.

He looked around and then said, "There shouldn't be any secrets involved. Professor Luo Qing should announce his identity soon. His identity as a cultivator has been certified by the five permanent members of the UN Security Council and the PDC. At least Chairman Zaire and the member states are well aware of it."

"Who are you...?" an expert asked.

“Bi Yunfeng,” the colonel said with a smile.

"Colonel Bi, I think I've seen you in an interview about particle accelerators before?"

“Oh, I see,” Bi Yunfeng said. “I am also a particle physicist.”

As the flight path changed, the 'Opener' spaceplane gradually distanced itself from the 'cultivation film set'. Amidst the discussions, the electronic female voice inside the cabin sounded once again:
[Please note: The 'Opener' has reached an altitude of 20,000 meters and the flight phase is about to begin. Due to the thin atmosphere, there may be a brief period of weightlessness. Passengers, please fasten your seatbelts.]

Ignoring Colonel Bi Yunfeng, who was revealing the secret to everyone, Ding Yi turned to Zhang Beihai and said, "What was the name of the fifth Wallfacer again? I rarely pay attention to these things."

Zhang Beihai rarely paid attention, but he remembered the name that appeared on TV when his father was doing Qigong exercises in the yard.

"His name should be Luo Qing, a physics professor at Tsinghua University."

Ding Yi looked somewhat uneasy: "Tsinghua University really does produce some talented people."

Zhang Beihai didn't know how to respond.

It sounds like Professor Ding harbors a lot of resentment towards Tsinghua University.

"Alright, since the country knows, there's no need for a bookworm like me to worry about it. Whether it's cultivators or Trisolarans, it has nothing to do with me." Ding Yi said, pressing the button on the armrest and sinking into the soft cushions of the seat.

"Don't say that, Professor Ding. You're different. You are the hope of the physics community." Zhang Beihai said, pressing the button as well. It was as if he had sunk into cotton, and his whole body was slowly enveloped by the seat.

The overload phase of the voyage is about to begin.

Ding Yi said self-deprecatingly, "I used to be baffled by the nationwide trend of cultivating immortality, but now it seems that the Fifth Wallfacer has played a very big game in promoting this trend. Is he trying to revitalize spiritual energy?"

“After all, he’s a Wallfacer; I wonder what he’s thinking,” Zhang Beihai said.

Ding Yi pursed his lips: "After I go down this time, I'll go back and catch up on his movies."

"Same."

Zhang Beihai looked down at the bottom of the observation window. His position was rather special, at the tail of the plane, and the observation window offered a clear view of the so-called 'cultivation film set'.

In a small patch of high sky shrouded in white clouds below, Wallfacer Number Five seemed to transform into a sword light, constantly weaving through the clouds. At the same time, deep within those clouds, a demonic figure was also wandering.

This demonic shadow seems to be a fragment of Luo Qing's soul, specifically designed to play the villainous boss. The two, one righteous and one evil, are constantly clashing and fighting in front of the camera, unleashing a vast and magnificent array of cultivation techniques, with strange phenomena occasionally appearing in the heavens and earth.

If it were a true battle between Nascent Soul stage cultivators, it would naturally be earth-shattering, far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. However, Luo Qing was only filming for the sake of visual effects, so his movements were quite slow, leaving room for post-production editing. Zhang Beihai therefore saw it exceptionally clearly.

He suddenly remembered his father's illness: late-stage cancer, yet he had lived for six years and was even getting healthier.

'I'm afraid my father's health is inextricably linked to him.'

Zhang Beihai now even suspects that his father may know this Wallfacer in private.

After turning his gaze away from the window, Zhang Beihai said again:
"Colonel Bi Yunfeng is right. He doesn't seem to be trying to hide anything, and the people on the ground should also be able to see the strange phenomenon in the sky. If nothing unexpected happens, his true identity should be revealed to countries around the world after this movie finishes its run."

"That's right, they're not even going to act anymore." Ding Yi said expressionlessly.

"But Dr. Ding Yi, you are a leading figure in theoretical physics. Is this Wallfacer's behavior realistic? Is it scientific?"

Ding Yi pondered for a while when faced with Zhang Beihai's question.

He gave a completely different answer from the Three-Body Scientific Administrator and the ETO Qin Shi Huang.

"Scientific."

"Why?" Zhang Beihai asked, still expecting Ding Yi to say something like, "Physics no longer exists."

"It depends on your definition of science. At least in my definition, everything is scientific."

Ding Yi spoke in a somber tone, no longer gazing at the increasingly distant Nascent Soul cultivator. He said, "Science is a cognitive means by which humanity explores phenomena through argumentation, logic, and repeatability, based on a methodological and naturalistic philosophical framework. It is a methodology. Since cultivators have appeared, they can naturally be understood, studied, summarized, and organized. It's simply a matter of reconstructing the power system and theoretical system. What's unscientific about that?"

Zhang Beihai: "You mean, existence implies rationality?"

Ding Yi said, "Whether it is reasonable or not, it exists. What people need to do is to try their best to understand its existence, explore its rules, and apply them."

“Moreover—” Ding Yi suddenly raised his voice.

"They just don't conform to the 'logic' of modern science. Perhaps they conform to the 'logic' of immortality cultivators. In the end, it's because we humans don't understand enough and lack a correct and unified framework."

"Dr. Ding Yi, you have such a positive outlook." A voice suddenly came from the back row.

Zhang Beihai turned his head with difficulty and saw the middle-aged scholar sitting upright in the back seat through the gap in the seat.

"And who is this?" Zhang Beihai asked, looking at the slender, middle-aged scholar in the back seat, whose face bore the weariness often seen in researchers.

"Wang Miao, Professor Wang, a nanomaterials expert, the inventor of the 'Flying Blade' material. You know the space elevator, right? It was built with the material invented by Professor Wang. The purpose of going into space was to study the 'elevator rope' connection problem between the space elevator and the space station's synchronous orbit," Ding Yi introduced to Zhang Beihai.

"So it's Professor Wang. It's a pleasure to meet you. Your 'Flying Blade' material is renowned far and wide."

Because he was restrained by the seatbelt, Zhang Beihai was unable to shake hands with the other party, so he had to turn his head and exchange a knowing glance with Professor Wang Miao.

Wang Miao smiled at Zhang Beihai.

A third person joined Ding Yi and Zhang Beihai's conversation, making the high-altitude journey even more lively.

Ding Yi answered Wang Miao's initial question: "Professor Wang, this has nothing to do with whether I can see it clearly or not. The operating principle of this world is right here, just like a computer program. As long as it runs and the system hasn't crashed, it means that the line of code is fine."

Wang Miao nodded: "You are indeed different from other theoretical scholars. You are not rigid or inflexible."

"If I were rigid, I would have been buried with Yang Dong long ago."

Faced with Zhang Beihai's question, Ding Yi explained in a cold tone: "Yang Dong was my fiancée. She died because of Zhizi's interference with science. She died in a hurry and didn't even have time to see the truth."

"Please accept my condolences." Zhang Beihai didn't know how to offer comfort.

“There’s no reason to be sad. People who study theoretical physics are all like prostitutes kneeling there, begging for pleasure, including me.” Ding Yi said, pulling his hand out of the seatbelt and pointing to the back seat. “But Professor Wang is not that kind of prostitute. He studies applied physics. He’s a virgin. I’ve known Professor Wang since 07. I know him very well, and he knows me very well.”

"I only know part of it," Wang Miao said cautiously from the back.

Zhang Beihai was deeply shocked by Ding Yi's words, which were rough but reasonable, yet the language was far too crude.

(End of this chapter)