Wang Qi woke from his sleep with a troubled expression on his face.
Zhen Chan was sowhat worried, "It's not a cultivation deviation, is it? After all, your realm isn't high, and you've been tampering with your cultivation thod..."
Wang Qi waved his hand dismissively, putting on a ring with a grave face, and then went to the Kitchen for breakfast.
Three days had passed since Zhen Chan handed down the Ancient Inheritance to Wang Qi. After Wang Qi made so improvents to his cultivation thod on the first day, he didn't do anything extra. He strictly followed the routine of eating, sleeping, reading, and battling small monsters every day. Except for practicing the Upper Pure Spirit Treasure mory Storage Skill before sleeping each night, it seed like this event had no effect on him.
However, Zhen Chan could see clearly that every morning upon waking up, Wang Qi always seed to be deeply troubled.
Could it be that his random alterations to his cultivation thod had injured his soul?
Zhen Chan felt uneasy. His future treatnt depended entirely on what Wang Qi could achieve; if Wang Qi ended up foolish from his practice, Zhen Chan would gain nothing.
Wang Qi ignored Zhen Chan and muttered to himself all the way to the Kitchen. There he ordered a plate of fried rice, brought it to the table without eating, and just played with it using his chopsticks.
"Morning, Xiao Qi!" Upon seeing Wang Qi, Mao Zimiao promptly scooted her elbow-supported al over to sit opposite him, sleepy-eyed Wang Zhenqi in tow.
"Uh-huh," Wang Qi nodded, acknowledging her greeting.
Wang Zhenqi's breakfast, like Wang Qi's, was fried rice. She lay all over the table, her head close to the plate, lazily shoveling rice grains into her mouth: "Mmm... Amiao, I feel like I'm dying..."
"Who told you to dawdle, Azimiao?" Mao Zimiao conversed with her friend while surreptitiously glancing at Wang Qi. However, soon the girl sensitively noticed sothing odd—Wang Qi kept playing with his fried rice, without actually eating a bite.
Mao Zimiao asked with imdiate concern, "Xiao Qi, is your appetite off, Azimiao?"
Wang Zhenqi complained, "Amiao, you're so biased... I'm the one suffering to death here..."
Wang Qi, belatedly realizing his behavior, gave an 'Oh,' took a couple of bites, and then stared intently at the fried rice again, as if researching its contents.
"Xiao Qi?" Mao Zimiao called again, this ti snapping Wang Qi out of his reverie.
Wang Qi ca to his senses, "Oh, Azimiao, what's up?"
"What's with the weirdness, Xiao Qi?" Mao Zimiao asked doubtfully, "You usually eat so fast, as if you're afraid of wasting ti. Why are you... like this today?"
Wang Qi glanced at his fried rice again, "I'm studying this pattern..."
Mao Zimiao leaned in curiously and saw that the once intact plate of fried rice had been turned into a ss by Wang Qi, with no discernable pattern. Wang Zhenqi exclaid, "Oh my goodness! So the legends of those who beco obsessed with Seeking Dao really do exist!"
In the Modern Immortal Path, if a Cultivator announces "I am pondering," whatever they do will be understood. No Cultivator would ridicule one who is deeply absorbed in thought.
Such an ethos also relates to the Geotric Demon Lord, Ji Midu. The Demon Lord is an Ancient thod Practitioner, still reliant on Elixirs. But while he perford Alchemy, he couldn't help drawing diagrams with the furnace ash, not caring how many Elixirs were ruined. As a result, after the Demon Lord beca famous for his erudition and unique skills within the Immortal Dao, he absolutely refused to engage in Alchemy.
Similar stories include the Great Tributor of the Yinghuang Sect, "Dao Artifact" Pei Gen.
Yinghuang Sect, a local Sect on Split Peak Island in the extre West. The title of Great Tributor might sound quite ordinary. However, when linked with another na, it imdiately shimrs with Golden Light — for after Pei Gen, the man who held this title was none other than Yuanli Master Newton. Pei Gen's "Great Dao Technology" was also one of the foundations of the Modern thod, and Yuanli Master's "The Calculation of the Great Dao" was similarly influenced.
According to legend, when Pei Gen traveled to the West Sea, he ca upon a luminous rock and was reminded of a mathematical problem. He began to calculate upon the rock, only to find the rock started to move, gaining speed as it went. Only then did Pei Gen realize he was dealing with a Mahayana Level Dragon Turtle with Dragon Clan blood. To preserve his calculations, Pei Gen had no choice but to fight the Dragon Turtle for three hundred rounds before managing to behead it.
It is because of Cultivators like these that the Modern Path could develop continuously. Nowadays, nurous Cultivators of the Immortal Dao compete to emulate them, creating a widespread trend.
If you love to learn, question, and think, even imitating the learned sages on the street becos a charming spectacle.
Seeing Wang Qi behave this way, Mao Zimiao and Wang Zhenqi refrained from disturbing him. Then, Zhen Chan asked, "Kid, why must you ponder problems in the morning?"
Wang Qi gazed at the fried rice in deep contemplation for several minutes, scratching his head in frustration, then seemingly giving up just like that, lacking the prior sage's spirit of "Touch not mine perfect circle," he started eating his food voraciously, disregarding the diagram he had drawn. Between bites, he explained, "I only get inspiration right after waking up."
"Inspiration?" Zhen Chan recalled sothing, "That mory Storage Skill?"
Wang Qi nodded in affirmation.
Zhen Chan inquired, "Is the mory Storage Skill not useful?"
"No, it's very useful," Wang Qi chewed his rice vigorously, with a grimace of determination, "But it's botherso, such a useful thing with an unknown principle!"
The mory Storage Skill Wang Qi used involved visualizing a complicated Fla Cloud Map and tracing it within his soul to govern the power of his soul and then regulate nature's spiritual energy using the unified soul.
After his initial Practition, Wang Qi perford a significant reduction on the mory Storage Skill, discarding its functions of absorbing spiritual energy and refining mana—compared to the Modern Cultivation thod, even within Ancient thod, the rate of cultivation was slow. And the Mysterious Sect Magic Power generated was nowhere near the quality of Modern thod mana.
What Wang Qi truly valued was its potential benefits for ntal mastery.
It seed that in this world, Daoist practice and psychological analysis naturally matched; after Wang Qi reduced the Fla Cloud Map significantly and entered ditation, he actually felt an enhancent of a part of his spirit. Then, he clearly grasped every thought in his mind, detected the rise and fall of every emotion, and even vaguely discerned the "root" of these thoughts.
Delving into the shapes of thoughts and reflecting on the Primordial.
In exploring his subconscious, Wang Qi began grasping his own negative psychological states, gradually dissipating his Heart Demon.
Typically, for a Cultivator at this stage, this would be sufficient. But Wang Qi was different. He pondered another issue.
What the hell is the principle here?
Can drawing diagrams truly cure ntal disorders? That's unscientific!
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