The next morning, Zhang Shaozhong was awakened by a series of piercing "beep beep beep" sounds.
He groggily opened his eyes and discovered that the sound was coming from next door—the Demon Lord's room.
He put on his clothes and went over to take a look, and wow!
The Demon Lord was seen gathering his energy in front of an alarm clock, which was still ringing obliviously, "Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise!"
"What is this thing? How dare it disturb my peaceful slumber!"
The Demon Lord narrowed his blood-red eyes, a wisp of black demonic energy swirling around his fingertips, and he was about to set the alarm clock on fire.
"No! Senior, please have mercy!"
Zhang Shaozhong rushed forward, quickly turned off the alarm clock, and explained with a smile, "This is called an alarm clock, it's...it's used to remind people to get up."
The Demon Lord snorted coldly: "This is unnecessary! My divine sense can perceive the passage of time."
Even so, he still curiously picked up the alarm clock, turned it over and over, and even put it to his ear to listen to it, just like a child who had received a new toy.
Zhang Shaozhong thought to himself: Your divine sense is amazing, but isn't this just adapting to local customs?
Having finally settled things with the Demon Lord, Zhang Shaozhong went to check on Xuanji Zhenren.
He quickly ran over and saw Master Xuanji standing in front of the refrigerator door, his brows furrowed, staring at the cold air coming out.
"Why does this box act like an ice cellar, without the slightest fluctuation of any array formation?"
Master Xuanji had a serious expression on his face, as if he were studying some profound truth about the universe.
He even reached in and touched the ice in the freezer, feeling the biting cold, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Zhang Shaozhong quickly closed the refrigerator door and explained with a dry laugh, "Senior, this is a refrigerator, it's electric, used to keep food fresh, refrigeration is just its basic function..."
"Electricity?" Master Xuanji caught the word. "Could it be the power of thunder? How could a mortal wield thunder to such a refined degree?"
Zhang Shaozhong: "..." How was he supposed to explain this?
Let's start with static electricity?
He could only vaguely say, "Almost...more or less, it's a kind of energy."
The scene was even more comical during breakfast.
Master Xuanji studied a bowl of millet porridge for a long time, even stirring it with a spoon. Only after confirming that it contained no spiritual energy or formations did he reluctantly take a sip and commented, "Ordinary grains are of no benefit and can only fill one's stomach."
The Demon Lord, however, took an interest in the bread slice. Holding the toast, he asked in confusion, "Why is this so fluffy? Is some kind of fermentation secret technique used?"
He even tried to use his demonic energy to examine the structure of the bread, which made Ye Meier roll her eyes at him.
Ling Qingxue couldn't bear to watch any longer and whispered to Zhang Shaozhong, "Husband, perhaps... we could give our master and the others a lesson on the basics of this world?"
Zhang Shaozhong wholeheartedly agreed.
Otherwise, if these two big shots get curious one day and take apart the TV to find out why there are people inside, or use the washing machine as a demon-refining pot, then things will get really interesting!
So, after the meal, Zhang Shaozhong braced himself, took out his tablet, and began to give the two top figures in the cultivation world a "class on modern life on Earth".
From electric lights and telephones to cars and airplanes, and then to mobile phones and the internet… Zhang Shaozhong talked until his throat was dry.
Master Xuanji frowned as he listened, asking questions from time to time: "How can ordinary iron soar through the sky? What power does it possess?"
"Transmitting sound over a thousand miles without the need for magic? What is this 'signal'?"
The Demon Lord, however, was more interested in the weapons. Pointing to the aircraft carrier and fighter jets in the picture, his blood-red eyes gleamed: "How powerful are these steel behemoths? How do they compare to my Demon Flame?"
While wiping his sweat, Zhang Shaozhong explained, "Senior, that thing mainly relies on explosions and kinetic energy. It's not the same system as your Demon Flame... It's not comparable, not comparable at all..."
When the topic of the internet came up, the two industry leaders were even more shocked.
"Can one know the world's affairs and read ten thousand books without leaving home?"
Looking at the dense information on the webpage, Xuanji Zhenren showed a moved expression for the first time. "Could this 'network' be some kind of divine sense array that covers this world?"
The Demon Lord stroked his chin: "If one could control this formation, wouldn't it allow one to manipulate the thoughts of all living beings in this world? Interesting..."
Zhang Shaozhong was so startled he almost dropped the tablet: "No! Senior! You can't do this! The internet is for everyone; it's about freedom of speech, not manipulation!"
He quickly changed the subject and clicked on a game video.
This turned out to be a revelation, opening the door to a whole new world!
As the Demon Lord gazed at the dazzling skill effects and intense battles on the screen, his blood-red eyes grew ever brighter: "Such an illusion, so incredibly realistic? Even mortals can experience the thrill of conquest and slaughter?"
He even grabbed the tablet and clumsily swiped his fingers across the screen, trying to control the characters inside.
Although Xuanji Zhenren remained outwardly reserved, his eyes occasionally glanced at the screen. In particular, when he saw scenes of flying on swords in some Xianxia games, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he were thinking, "Such a crude method, does it even deserve to be called sword flying?"
After the "introduction lesson," Zhang Shaozhong felt like he had spent the whole day in kindergarten, utterly exhausted.
The two bigwigs, on the other hand, gained a completely new and chaotic understanding of Earth, this "ordinary world".
Master Xuanji concluded: "The mortals of this world, though lacking spiritual power, have reached the pinnacle of ingenuity and skill. In particular, their 'network' and 'nuclear energy' are the most profound, subtly aligning with some of the ultimate principles of heaven and earth."
The Demon Lord licked his lips: "Interesting! Much more interesting than those fools in the Demon Realm who only know how to fight and kill! Boy, get me one of these 'tablets' too!"
That very afternoon, the Demon Lord acquired his first tablet computer and quickly became addicted to a game called Diablo, because "the monsters in this world have unique designs."
Master Xuanji developed a strong interest in the Civilization series and began to study how to develop from a tribe to interstellar colony...
Watching a Demon Lord wreaking havoc while holding a tablet, and another Dao Lord strategizing in front of a screen, Zhang Shaozhong felt his worldview being challenged like never before.
He turned to Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier and whispered, "I now believe that knowledge is power... Look how well I've fooled these two big shots..."
Ling Qingxue sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation.
Night Enchantress chuckled and said, "Isn't this great? It saves them from thinking about capturing us all the time! Let them waste their time indulging in their hobbies!"
Zhang Shaozhong thought about it and it seemed... to make some sense?
As long as these two ancestors don't idly research how to destroy the world or forcibly break through space, playing computer games or watching animal documentaries seems... not so unacceptable?
However, looking at his once powerful master and demon lord, now frowning and excited in front of the electronic screen, Zhang Shaozhong had only one thought in his mind:
Isn't this art style a bit too skewed?!
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