Literacy Crisis

He stared at a manual he can't read, cross checking with a dictionary he also can't read, and 500 years came and went.     "Fuh..."     Huai Dan, the cultivator bandit boss, looked at his opponent with caution. In front of him, famed grandmaster Hui Dushu sat cross legged, eyes closed, on a rock, waving his hands around mysteriously as if trying to summon intelligence using hand gestures.     "Fee..." Hui Dushu muttered, eyebrows scrunched in effort. Huai Dan braced himself for a charge attack that was sure to come... soon.     "Fih..."     Years later, Hui Dushu remained unmoving on the rock. Huai Dan's knees had already developed arthritis, so he had his subordinates bring him a chair. However, he could not back away until Dushu moved, lest Dushu's attack catches him off-guard. Plus, escaping a duel was dishonorable.     "Feen... fyn... nah... no... n-all... ee... fynollee finally!" Dushu looked up, rejoicing. "I figured it out, it's pronounced 'finally!'"     He glanced at the tomb of Huai Dan, who died of old age on the fifth syllable.