40 Head Prefectss Reformation (1/2)

Time flew, and three days passed.

In these three days, Wang Baole was absorbed in memorizing the inscriptions with the help of the pills bought with the Mystic Silver Sand from the black market.

With the high-quality pills, Wang Baole was finally able to memorize one hundred and fifty thousand inscriptions!

But he felt like dying…

At this point, after having scratched his head swollen, Wang Baole took out his snacks to eat. However, upon taking out the bag of snacks, he found that they were covered with inscriptions, and the illusion sent him into a daze.

What is happening? Wang Baole blinked furiously to clear his blurred vision. Before his eyes, the bag of snacks seemed to return to normal.

Dazed, Wang Baole took some potato chips out of bag of snacks, but when he glanced at them, his eyes widened suddenly.

How can there be inscriptions on these potato chips too, unless I have supernatural powers? Frightened, Wang Baole wondered if there was something wrong with him, as he was even seeing inscriptions on his snacks.

In his panic, Wang Baole picked up the Ice Spirit Water to calm his nerves. However, it seemed that even on the bottle, there were countless inscriptions swimming on the surface.

This scene shocked Wang Baole. He stood up quickly but suddenly felt dizzy. In his vision, he could see even more inscriptions leading from the wall to the terrace. When he looked around, the sky, the earth, the grass, the trees, and even the air were filled with inscriptions.

This scene caused Wang Baole to realize that it was not because he had supernatural powers, but because he had memorized too many inscriptions and eaten too many pills that he had started to experience the negative side-effects described in the second half of the Qi Fostering Arts. He was starting to hallucinate.

Heavens, these inscriptions are going to drive me crazy!

His head spinning, Wang Baole realized that during this period of time, other than going out a few times, he had spent most of his time taking pills and memorizing. Having to memorize the hundred and fifty thousand Dao inscriptions, he had relied on the combined power of the pills collected in his head. This had taken a huge toll on him mentally, and he had gradually begun to hallucinate.

In this Spirit Inception Era, it was not uncommon to have students of the Dharmic Armament faculty driven mad while memorizing these inscriptions.

After all, such shocking memorization work was extremely horrifying. Even with words, those in common usage were only a few thousand.

The sum of one hundred and fifty thousand was so large that it was like memorizing the words of many different languages. One thousand years ago, this feat would not have been possible. However, with the arrival of the Spirit Inception Era and the ubiquitous Qi Fostering Art, humans' bodies and minds had undergone metamorphosis. As such, the impossible had become possible.

Nevertheless, the inscriptions and words still had their differences. However, even though they were different, if one did not look carefully, it was difficult to tell them apart. As such, this made the memorization exponentially more difficult, especially as one needed to understand the different meanings. Each inscription had a different effect, so Wang Baole felt like he was going mad memorizing the inscriptions.

Even though his feat could not be considered amazing in the Dharmic Armament faculty, what made Wang Baole the most dispirited was the fact that while he could memorize one hundred and fifty thousand inscriptions, one person out of ten would be able to match him.

After all, among the students who were able to enter the four main Dao Colleges, there were many top students.

Furthermore, he had yet to match these inscriptions. After all, this involved the study of Spirit Kernels; otherwise, it would have been far more difficult.

In addition, with the appearance of the hallucinations, Wang Baole was even more terrified of taking more pills. He was worried that if he continued to memorize as before, he would really go mad.

When he remembered that he had yet to become the Federation President, Wang Baole felt that he definitely had to stay sane. At the same time, he could not resist imagining how he would not be able to control his weight if he went mad. Then he would definitely have to reunite with his Fatso Forefathers.

At this thought, he imagined himself drooling and stupidly memorizing inscriptions with the Fatso Forefathers.

Stop thinking about it! Wang Baole shuddered violently and exhaled. Feeling like he could not continue this way, he paused for a moment before picking up the second half of the Qi Fostering Art and flipping through it.