As a true modern person, Feng Xia had seen so many private schools in his life—albeit the fact that they existed in various period dramas.
Back in those few years, period dramas were everywhere.
Whenever he switched on the television, nine out of ten channels were showing period dramas. When he clicked into the video websites, six of the seven trending topics were new period dramas. The themes were so wide that they covered almost everything from palace battles to dramatic fights.
Of course, the place being a private school was only Feng Xia’s very first judgment—this should be a place similar to a school.
“There are books on the shelves. Maybe we can find clues about this street!”
Soon, Feng Xia found the entrance into the building. With a sword in one hand, he walked in carefully. Zhu Youniang followed behind him, her cheeks puffing in and out from time to time like she was blowing bubble gum, as she spitted out an illusory thread from her lips.
As they stepped onto the wooden floor, it made an ear-piercing creaking sound.
The air was cleaner than expected. There was not too much dust even though it had been buried underground for a long time.
“Is anyone there? If not, I’ll kick the door down, alright?”
Feng Xia walked to the front door of the classroom with his sword in hand. He lifted his leg and kicked open the door. He looked around before raising his voice and shouting into the classroom.
“Looks like there’s really no one here.”
He gestured to Zhu Youniang and then carefully walked forward. He maneuvered his way between the tables and chairs and quickly arrived at the bookshelf on the other side of the classroom.
Nothing happened during the entire process.
Feng Xia heaved a sigh of relief and turned his attention to the bookshelf.
“More than 700 years ago, the language of Xuanwu Kingdom should be about the same as it is now. There might be some differences, but there won’t be much change overall… What the hell, which planet’s Martian language is this?!”
However, Feng Xia’s expression darkened after a few glances.
He could not understand it!
After confirming that the pages would not come apart, he flipped through many books. However, it did not take long for him to come to the sad conclusion that he could not recognize any of the words inside them!
“It’s like seeing a ghost in broad daylight. Could it be that the words in these books don’t belong to Xuanwu Kingdom from 700 years ago?”
Feng Xia clicked his tongue with a pained expression. He flipped through dozens of books on the bookshelf in a row, but without any exception, he could not recognize a single word on them.
“No. Strictly speaking, the words didn’t look like this even 3,000 years ago!”
Feng Xia did not know the languages of this world.
However, when Patriarch Chenhai imparted to him the Floating Dream Three Lives Technique, he learned the words naturally because everything was passed down through his mind.
“As for the conversations between the patriarch and me, it may seem like we were talking with our mouths, but in fact, it was done through mental vibrations. It’s just that I didn’t notice it at that time…”
Slapping his face vigorously, Feng Xia retracted his scattered thoughts and could only sigh helplessly.
As expected, what was usually described in novels—the act of randomly picking up an ancient book of cultivation technique, instantly achieving the ability to counterattack, and rising to the highest level in defiance of nature—did not exist. This was because before that, one had to first solve the problem of being illiterate.
“However, I can bring some of these books back. I don’t know these words, but perhaps others can see the secret within…”
At the thought of this, Feng Xia grabbed a few thicker books and wanted to turn around and leave. However, in the next moment, he suddenly stood rooted to the ground.
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