Chapter Seventeen: Transmitting a Thousand-Mile Voice! A Cellphone!



"This, mobile phone, communication tool, well... um... something called a signal that transmits sound and text, roughly... um... similar to a low-end version of a sound transmission talisman?"

However, it's usable by everyone.

He then pointed to the occasional airplane flying overhead:

"That, airplane, flying vehicle, relies on burning oil and... aerodynamics?"

Flying, is it like... a public version of an airship? Only a bit bigger, a bit slower, and you can't fight with it.

He then pointed to the blurry buildings in the distance:

"Those buildings, those residences, are made of reinforced concrete. They're very tall and can house a lot of people. They're like... super reinforced versions of inns? Or cave dwellings? But they're not protected by any formations."

With each explanation, he had to rack his brains to come up with a seemingly plausible but ultimately misleading analogy that they might be able to understand.

Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier listened in a daze, their brows furrowing and relaxing at times, and sometimes even more confused.

"A communication jade talisman that everyone can use?"

"Public airship?"

"Reinforced concrete...an inn?"

These concepts were too shocking for them; they were even more difficult to understand than the most profound martial arts techniques.

The scene became even more chaotic when Zhang Shaozhong tried to explain concepts such as "country," "law," and "electrical appliances."

"Emperor? That's not the thing anymore. We call them...leaders? Elected..."

"Law? It's the rules that everyone has to follow, written on paper, and there are police... uh, like constables? Responsible for catching bad guys..."

"Electricity? It's a form of energy that can light a light bulb... Oh, light bulbs don't use oil, they use electricity, and they can power many machines..."

Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier were completely bewildered, feeling as if their understanding was being repeatedly rubbed into the ground.

Sometimes they thought Zhang Shaozhong was talking nonsense, but other times they couldn't help but believe him a little because of the iron block that "transmitted sound across the air" and the "iron bird" flying in the sky.

A profound and indescribable sense of alienation and insignificance enveloped these two women who had once stood at the pinnacle of the world.

This world seems to be completely beyond their comprehension.

And they seemed to have emerged from the deep mountains and forests, completely out of place in the world... like primitive people.

They had to be primitive people tied together.

Zhang Shaozhong's mouth was dry from talking. Seeing the two big shots' still confused and wary eyes, he helplessly wiped his face.

Well, this job of translating and popularizing science is a long and arduous one!

And, most importantly!

How do you get these two "ancestors" dressed in ancient costumes, speaking in archaic language, completely ignorant of modern civilization, and who seem to want to strangle each other, down the mountain without being mistaken for mental patients or cosplay fanatics?

Zhang Shaozhong felt that his future was bleak.

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