Wang Qi was shafully impaled through the heart by his own Indeterminate Cloud Sword, and then he passed out. His entire consciousness was in darkness, surrounded by countless numbers, like Sanskrit Spirit Prohibition. But upon closer inspection, what spell was that, if not nurous physical formulas!
Past life's, present life's, Earth's, Shenzhou's...
Countless formulas flickered in and out of his mind. Those were the achievents of his entire past life, this was the ideal he held in his present life. Gradually, the formulas from both worlds began to rge. Once the research results from Earth touched upon the domain of Spiritual Energy, they beca hopelessly muddled, possibly inconsistent, with nurous divergencies arising.
But this was exactly what he longed for.
Just as Xin Master had said, having problems isn't scary, because problems indicate a way out. He reached out, eager to grasp those things. It seed as though he did catch them, yet it also seed as though his hands were empty. He was frustrated, yet excited. He just wanted to shout out, to release the surging thoughts in his heart.
Then, he woke up.
The first thing that caught his eye was the white fla that filled the entire space.
"He's awake, finally awake."
Chen Feng's voice, laden with relief, ca from beside his ear. Wang Qi turned his head and saw Chen Feng's exhausted face. Chen Youjia was looking at Wang Qi emotionlessly, her hands propping up her cheeks.
As Wang Qi regained consciousness, Chen Feng withdrew his Divine Skills, and the Life Fla that obscured his vision dissipated, revealing the familiar ceiling above Wang Qi. This was Chen Feng's High Spirit Laboratory, and Wang Qi was strapped down to an experintal table resembling a surgery table.
"Let down... I feel like if I lie here any longer, you're going to dissect ," Wang Qi struggled, and a wave of intense pain imdiately swept through his body, securing him to the surgery table.
Chen Feng silently took out a scalpel: "Now that you ntion it, I'm actually feeling a bit itchy-fingered—not often do we find a ready-made madman, and even less one who wouldn't die no matter how you cut them, it's a perfect opportunity to research the negative impact of neural system disorders on thinking."
"Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Put down that evil little knife in your hand!" Wang Qi was horrified: "What are you trying to do? How am I sick?"
"Seeking one's own death is both a psychological disorder and a physiological deficiency—if one seeks death without facing any major setbacks, it definitely indicates a significant flaw in one's lineage, extrely worthy of research!" Chen Feng calmly sterilized a full set of surgical tools, as if he truly intended to dissect Wang Qi: "In all these years, it's the first ti I've heard of soone attempting suicide for fun, especially right after narrowly escaping death."
Wang Qi heard sothing amiss: "What did you say?"
Chen Feng bowed his head, prepping for the experint, while Chen Youjia explained in his stead: "This morning in the courtyard, I found you lying on the ground with a Sword Qi hole through your chest. The protective array had no records of being triggered, and the Sword Qi that wounded you was clearly manifested by your own Mana."
Chen Feng added: "Not only that, but matching the wound's sword shape with the weapon in your hand... it's obviously the very sword you're using now! A sword that shakes the Magic Foundation, tears the soul, and pierces the heart, truly a fearless move."
Earth's investigators can analyze the rifling on a bullet to identify a gun, and Shenzhou has ans to reconstruct the appearance of a weapon from the traces left by Sword Qi.
Wang Qi couldn't help but laugh and cry. In the eyes of these two, he had beco a madman who attempts suicide for no reason! He quickly revealed the truth of the matter, although he attributed the origin of the Sword Tao Formulas to forcefully morizing them when Li Ziye was reclaiming the manuscripts from Daoist of Uncertainty.
Chen Feng's eyes widened: "I can't believe it... You an to say you mastered Mysterious Palace's number one Secret Sword, and then... then..."
"Pff." Chen Youjia sumd it up: "The result is, barely mastering the art and almost killing yourself."
Wang Qi was stunned: "Junior Sister, you can actually laugh like that without malice!"
Damn, that snort just now was so cute!
Chen Youjia turned her body away, using the back of her head to speak to Wang Qi, "It's Senior Sister, and I've corrected you many tis—plus, I didn't laugh!"
Despite her detached tone, her quivering back betrayed her.
"That's not laughing...?"
"Definitely not laughing."
anwhile, Chen Feng was clutching his stomach, nearly rolling on the ground in laughter, "Man, brother, this... this... hahahaha!"
Wang Qi's expression grew sour, "Is it really that funny?"
"Pffhahaha. To tell you the truth, if you joined Mysterious Palace, you'd absolutely be the disgrace of the Mysterious Palace!" Chen Feng explained between fits of laughter, "This is the first ti I've heard of soone's Mysterious Uncertainty Cloud Sword delivering a fatal blow to themselves... unprecedented and surely unmatched! Hey!"
Wang Qi grew furious, "You two..."
After the laughter, Chen Feng finally turned serious, "But really, kid, you're quite sothing."
"Whatever, I'm just a half-baked practitioner," Wang Qi replied angrily, "That's right, this kind of Indeterminate Cloud Sword has absolutely no combat power. Laugh it up if you want!"
Chen Feng shook his head, "No no, that's not sarcasm, but a genuine complint. Before you, the only person at the Foundation Establishnt Stage who could wield the Mysterious Uncertainty Cloud Sword was the current head of Mysterious Palace, Lu Xiaoqian, but she is a disciple of Daoist Bu Rong who broke the Po Li, receiving the systematic inheritance of Mysterious Palace. And you, all you've relied on is one Sword Tao formula from Daoist of Uncertainty."
"And the endless support of Wanfa Sect," Wang Qi coughed lightly, "Don't be scared, but as a True Disciple, my privileges far exceed those of an average True Inheritor, and I have backers."
"Forced out through mathematics?" Chen Feng pondered, "That might not be good, right? If you needed to deduce it yourself, why not exchange for the first layer of the Mysterious Uncertainty Cloud Sword manual?"
"Ten thousand rit points..." Wang Qi gritted his teeth, "The first layer for ten thousand rit points! So expensive, there's no way low-level cultivators can exchange for it besides internal Sect rewards, right?"
"How many rit points do you have?"
Wang Qi clenched his teeth, "Just over two thousand."
He had exchanged the Bourbaki School's principles for the support of the Genting Sect lineage and also published many papers through them. Each mber of the Genting Sect lineage is a leader in the Mathematics World, so naturally, he exchanged quite a bit. But to prevent him from recklessly wasting rit points, the Sect gave them to him in installnts.
Chen Feng was startled, "Eight thousand?" Then he pulled out a piece of scratch paper and began computation with gritted teeth. The more he calculated, the more ferocious his expression beca. Suddenly, Chen Youjia walked over and added a few strokes to his scratch paper. Chen Feng was shocked, "Youjia, what is this…"
Chen Youjia's expression was indifferent, "I figured long ago that you idiot would do sothing like this."
"Thanks," Chen Feng nodded, then tossed the paper at Wang Qi's face, "Wang Qi! This ti, you owe twenty years of free labor!" With that, he dashed out of the room, mounted his Escape Light, and headed toward the Immortal Alliance Branch. After a while, he slamd a Spirit Rhinoceros Bottle—a Immortal Hero Version USB drive—into Wang Qi's face, "For you!"
The first layer of the Mysterious Uncertainty Cloud Sword manual, worth ten thousand rit points. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to go to Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndation tickets, monthly tickets, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.)
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