Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1550 - 1111: If It’s Not the Same as Me, Then It’s Wrong

Chapter 1550: Chapter 1111: If It’s Not the Same as Me, Then It’s Wrong

Xisluo’s most important asset was his body. He had made two Star God’s Bodies in total—one was given to the Witch, and the other he kept for himself.

Ange had already claimed the Witch’s body, and Xisluo didn’t want to leave the other for him either. What kind of rank was that, sharing the same body as Ange? Of course, the more pressing reason was that Ursman needed a body.

The Wise Ursman was currently a Heroic Spirit, and what he required wasn’t just any ordinary body but one capable of ’thinking.’ The Star God’s Body happened to have such capabilities.

Extracting Xisluo’s consciousness and inserting Ursman’s consciousness should have been a simple affair—yet an unexpected twist arose. It turned out they actually knew each other?

Xisluo recognized Ursman, whereas Ursman didn’t recognize Xisluo. Ursman asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

Xisluo responded excitedly, "I am the Spark of Wisdom from the Wisdom Association. I am your follower, Wise Ursman. I am your devotee."

Ursman grew even more perplexed. "What Wisdom Association?"

"Oh, oh, oh—here’s the thing. Twenty years after your passing, the Wisdom Association was founded. Collectively, we honor you as the guiding figure of our association. Your deeds inspire us, allowing us to stand firm in our pursuit of wisdom, never lost in bewilderment."

"I am your follower. After passing the association’s examination, I became the sixty-second Spark of Wisdom, a bearer of illumination. Your statue stands at the entrance to our headquarters, the Sage’s Home, pointing out the path for us." Xisluo spoke passionately.

Ursman asked quizzically, "Shi Gaozhi never mentioned anything like this to me."

"Shi Gaozhi? Who is that?" This time, Xisluo was the one confused.

"My student," Ursman answered.

"Oh." Xisluo instinctively reached for where his pocket should have been but found nothing—he was now in a state of pure consciousness.

After realizing this, Xisluo tapped his head a few times, and an imprint floated out, transforming into a scroll that, once opened, unfurled dramatically to the ground.

"Whoa! Chunked Memory Technique? And using a sealing method too?" Negris exclaimed in surprise.

It was too specialized. Anthony couldn’t help but ask, "Lord Nage, what is Chunked Memory Technique?"

"It’s a method to remember similar or related things by associating them with specific actions or habits. For instance, you slap yourself across the face and start memorizing magic incantations. Over time, every time you enter battle and slap yourself, you’ll naturally recall those incantations."

"He, however, uses certain memory-stimulating magic to memorize crucial information during each casting session. Normally, he might not recall it, but when needed, a stimulus will bring it back easily. Typically, this method is used by humans, Goblins, and other creatures with small brains—not enough room for much else," Negris elaborated.

Anthony exclaimed in surprise, "Ah, so that’s Chunked Memory Technique? No wonder, every time I burn books, I make sure to memorize the key content just before they’re completely torched—it sticks with me so well every time!"

"You destructive barbarian! I’ll strangle you to death!" Negris burst out in rage, threatening to leap out of the pages and throttle this accursed Death God’s Staff.

Xisluo found a name from the scroll he had opened. "Got it: Shi Gaozhi—yes, indeed your student. However, his intelligence score is 98, falling short of the requirement for membership in our Wisdom Association; so, he probably doesn’t know about us."

"Membership requirement? What’s your intelligence threshold? And how is the score calculated?" Ursman asked.

Xisluo explained, "We have a wisdom anthology for testing intelligence. The number of problems one can solve corresponds to their score. Our membership threshold is 180."

Negris couldn’t resist asking, "Do you have the anthology here? Let me take a look." He had always had a fondness for tackling such collections.

"Yes, yes, it’s on the shelf outside," Xisluo replied.

Negris withdrew from the book, obtained the anthology, and placed it near the pages. As he flipped through it, he continued to listen to the conversation within.

At this point, Silver Coin doubted aloud, "But I haven’t heard of the Wisdom Association from any of my sources."

"That’s because we never use the name publicly. Only those who pass the test and sign the contract to join will know about it," Xisluo clarified.

"A secret society? Then what’s the point of such an organization? It sounds so fragmented," Anthony asked skeptically.

Xisluo chuckled, "That’s because you don’t understand the power of wisdom. Each of us, with our extraordinary intelligence, is a ruler in our own way—capable of mobilizing vast resources and manpower with ease. Through the contractual agreement, the higher one’s intelligence score, the greater their authority, and the more resources they can command."

"If we wished, by tomorrow, the entire Divine Light Alliance could have new leadership."

Anthony and the others exchanged silent glances for a long moment. Finally, Negris spoke, "You must be joking. Do you think you can replace the Great Speaker just like that?"

"Um, I was referring to the leaders of various factions within the Alliance. Take the Leo Faction’s Elder, for instance—he’s a member of our Wisdom Association. Should he, or someone under him, desire control of the Leo Faction, they could seek our assistance internally, and we’d undoubtedly help him," Xisluo said, awkwardly rubbing his nose.

He realized he had blustered too much. These people actually knew the Great Speaker—that level of authority wasn’t something wisdom alone could overturn.

"Internal procedures? What kind?" Anthony questioned.

"Go to the Sage’s Home. Beneath the statue of Ursman, solve a challenge of the corresponding difficulty and conjecture. Doing so will unlock access based on the level achieved. All members have signed the mutual aid contract and are bound to abide unconditionally," Xisluo revealed.

"That’s so... trivial?" Anthony was bewildered. Power struggles were supposed to be serious and ruthless, yet mobilizing such enormous resources depended on something so trivial—solving puzzles?

"Hah—" Xisluo scoffed. "That’s because you fail to understand the power of wisdom. If you could solve the Dark Element Conjecture, wouldn’t it be reasonable for everyone to follow your commands?"

Negris, Anthony, and Durken couldn’t help rubbing their noses. Truth be told, they actually could solve the Dark Element Conjecture.

Now Anthony comprehended. Essentially, one traded certain secret techniques and intelligence for the association’s collective support. The assistance was compulsory, backed by contracts.

"Suppose... suppose we solved the Dark Element Conjecture, brought your entire association together, and wiped out every one of you in one fell swoop. What do you think about that?" Anthony asked inquisitively.

"Heh, if you knew who’s in our association, you wouldn’t entertain such ideas. Speaking of a recently deceased member, it’s no longer confidential—I’ll name them now. They were a lord of an entire plane, with millions of followers—none other than the Omniscient God!" Xisluo declared.

"Pfft—" Anthony burst into laughter on the spot.

Negris awkwardly rubbed his nose.

Durken and Silver Coin showed peculiar expressions on their faces.

"What’s so funny?" Xisluo asked in confusion. Had he said something wrong?

"No, no, he has weak lungs and often laughs like this; don’t worry about him. By the way, I’ve finished the anthology. Let me check my answers against yours—if there are discrepancies, be sure to revise your answers," Negris shook the anthology in his hand to shift attention.

Xisluo was somewhat baffled. "So fast? You completed all the questions? This was a 300-point anthology. If you got it wrong, then it’s wrong—what revision are you talking about?"

Negris put his hands on his hips and declared, "If it doesn’t match mine, then your answers are wrong."