Chapter 37

Wang Qi stood up, stretched his waist, and said, "I really need to reflect on this matter. It seems that when I go crazy, I lose all sense of everything, and I don’t even realize it myself."

"Those involved are often confused, while onlookers see clearly. Even I almost misjudged the situation, let alone you."

Wang Qi shrugged, "I thought I was quite calm."

Zhen Chanzi sighed, "You’re not calm, but rather pent up. You remain composed in life-and-death situations, but in daily life, you act on impulse."

"Maybe I just think I won’t really die no matter what I do? Haha." As he spoke, Wang Qi felt a sense of relief, "This is a sickness, and it needs to be treated."

Zhen Chanzi said, "Indeed. You only seek pleasure in your actions. As long as it’s not a matter of life and death, you throw caution to the wind."

"Forget it, talking about this is pointless." Wang Qi walked out of the Hall of Transmission, "Things won’t change just because of a moment of impulse. You’re still responsible for your actions after drinking, right?"

Zhen Chanzi was speechless, "What kind of analogy is this?"

"This analogy is quite fitting, isn’t it? When you get a sudden urge, you push a few girls, and now you need to find a wife who can keep the household in order?"

"The creators of those cultivation techniques would cry!"

"However, to be honest, I feel like I’ve grasped the key to solving this problem."

"Oh, what is it?"

Wang Qi slapped his head, "I definitely know the method, but I just can’t remember the specifics."

Zhen Chanzi was speechless, "Is there such a thing?"

"You always say you’ve seen the techniques from the 'Yao Ding Suan Jing,' but you can’t remember where. It’s the same, right?"

"I’ve eaten more salt in my lifetime than you’ve eaten rice, and I’ve walked more bridges than you’ve walked roads. It’s normal to forget sometimes, right?"

Wang Qi found this strange, "Aren’t ancient cultivators supposed to be able to survive without eating after the辟谷期 (Qi Cultivation stage)? Ancient cultivators always looked down on human food, finding it troublesome. How often did you eat salted food in the past? And weren’t you mostly flying? When did you need bridges?"

Zhen Chanzi roared, "That’s not the point, you brat!"

After dinner, it was the last theory class of the day. The class continued until nightfall.

After class, Wang Qi went to the place he had agreed with Mao Zimiao to pick up his pillow. Mao Zimiao hadn’t arrived yet, so Wang Qi sat on the ground, closed his eyes, and thought.

He was indeed too inexperienced.

In the past, he only thought about "pleasure," believing that as long as he didn’t die, he could always find fun, acting on impulse.

Wang Qi still thought this attitude was quite good. After all, this wasn’t a novel where some arrogant noble would come out to mock him, telling him to shout "Don’t underestimate the poor youth, thirty years on this side, thirty years on the other" from a mountaintop or cliff. That would be quite difficult—after all, the summit of Xishan was a forbidden area of the Immortal Alliance, right?

However, reckless play could easily go wrong. It’s like watching an adult film; if the film is 120 minutes long and you finish in 10 minutes, how much enjoyment can you have left?

"So, messing with this world needs to be done with a plan," Wang Qi nodded, talking to himself.

Zhen Chanzi said, "Why don’t you just say you plan to change your bad habits, set lofty goals, and work hard like a proper person?"

Wang Qi was shocked, "Are you mocking me? This makes me sound like a NEET who finally had an epiphany after 20 years at home!"

Zhen Chanzi chuckled, "A prodigal son’s return is worth more than gold."

"Damn, you don’t even deny it?"

Zhen Chanzi replied, "This is a good thing! If you’re willing to cultivate systematically, isn’t the possibility of my return to the world greater?"

"I’m starting to suspect you deliberately set me up..."

Zhen Chanzi laughed, "Striving for greater destructive power at the same cultivation level was your own choice. I did warn you. How is that setting you up? And didn’t you believe Xiang Yuxuan’s words, ‘The Immortal Academy is here to give you the chance to make mistakes’?"

Wang Qi sneered, "Now that I think about it, if you really wanted to stop me, you could have said, ‘In my opinion, these cultivation techniques are all excellent choices. Cultivating them together will surely lead to the Great Dao,’ and I would have thought more about it due to my skepticism of ancient cultivation methods."

Zhen Chanzi sneered, "With your previous nature, you would have still chosen, ‘Let’s have some fun first, after all, I came here to make mistakes.’”

Just as the two were bickering, a soft voice suddenly sounded behind Wang Qi, "Meow, Xiao Qi!"

Wang Qi was startled, "What, when did you get here!"

Wang Qi, already a Qi Cultivation stage cultivator, had a much better sense of his surroundings than ordinary people. Even while talking to Zhen Chanzi, he could still sense the surroundings, and he wouldn’t have missed the sound of footsteps.

The orange-haired cat-eared girl was also startled, "You reacted too strongly, meow!"

"Of course, if someone stands silently behind you, it’s creepy. And what’s with the ‘Xiao Qi meow’! Don’t meow when you call someone’s name, meow—spit, spit, spit, you’ve led me astray, meow!"

Mao Zimiao’s mouth opened slightly, as if she had discovered a great secret, "So, Xiao Qi is afraid of ghosts?"

Wang Qi expressionless, "If a skilled opponent gets behind you, it’s a dead end. You need to have a sense of danger."

Mao Zimiao looked around, puzzled, "This is Xinyue, how could there be enemies?"

"This is called foresight."

Zhen Chanzi laughed, "You’re still keeping some human habits, aren’t you? Ha, if I were a practitioner of the Ghost Path, you’d be scared to death."

"Haha, ‘afraid of ghosts and playing with the dead’ isn’t a new joke. Wang Qi silently complained.

However, if he really encountered a ghost, Wang Qi would definitely cast a few spells to obliterate those creatures. For most people, ghosts themselves aren’t scary; what’s truly scary is the unknown.

Seeing that Wang Qi didn’t want to talk about it, Mao Zimiao didn’t joke about it further. She took out a cloth bag and said, "Your pillow, meow!"

Wang Qi opened the bag, and the contents were a horror to behold, a monstrosity of a pillow. But seeing a complete pillow, he was still satisfied, "Thanks, I appreciate it."

"Mao Zimiao, don’t practice sword techniques in your room in the future, meow!"

Wang Qi scratched his head and laughed awkwardly. Practicing the Great Elephant Wave Technique involved solving math problems related to wave-particle duality, which was too advanced for the Immortal Academy students, so he didn’t announce that he had mastered this technique.

"And don’t drool in your sleep, it was really gross to sew, meow."

"Ha ha." Wang Qi changed the subject, "Anyway, thanks, Mao Zimiao, for even wrapping it in cloth for me."

Mao Zimiao shook her head, a bit embarrassed, "It’s not that, carrying such a broken pillow is a bit embarrassing."

"Ha ha... anyway, thanks for sewing it so many times..."

Mao Zimiao pointed to her eyes, "For ordinary people, threading a needle might be difficult, but I’m a half-demon, with naturally good eyesight. Walking silently is also a part of it."

"Oh, that’s convenient, Mao Zimiao!"

"I feel like my name is getting stranger in your mouth, meow."

"How so, Azimiao!"

"It sounds like a demonic cultivator’s spirit beast in a fairy tale, meow..."

"Right, always wearing a blue uniform, a short Wanhua Gate cultivator defeats it."

"Feels really pitiful, meow."

Seeing Mao Zimiao’s ears twitch in dissatisfaction, Wang Qi, with a sense of propriety, changed the topic—such jokes need to be played over time, ruining the fun in one go isn’t good. He shifted his gaze from Mao Zimiao’s head to her feet, "But to be honest, you’re not even at the Qi Cultivation stage, but you might already be stronger than some Qi Cultivation disciples."

Zhen Chanzi interjected, "Demonkind’s talents are innate and conform to the laws of nature. Even if human cultivators are generally stronger than demons, they can’t compete with them in their specialized fields. Little girl, if you focus on developing your talents, in the future... Why are you looking at me like that?"

Wang Qi looked disdainful, "Old man, you say you didn’t set me up, but you’re really persistent in teaching me!"

Mao Zimiao spoke evasively, "Old sir, your experience is a bit... outdated, meow!"

Zhen Chanzi was confused, "What?"

"You must have been daydreaming in history class!"

"What do those histories have to do with me?"

Wang Qi roared, "I planned to bring you to the exam too! Two heads are better than one! You’ve disappointed me!"

"What do you take me for!"

"A convenient cheating tool."

Seeing Zhen Chanzi about to lose his temper, Mao Zimiao comforted, "Actually, old sir is just worried about your feelings, meow."

Unexpectedly, this comfort had the opposite effect, and Zhen Chanzi roared, "I’m not a sentimental poet!"

Wang Qi sneered, "Forget it, old man, tsundere is cute for girls but annoying for old people. Can you handle this information? I’ll give you a history lesson!"

After the modern cultivators, led by Sir Newton, eliminated all ancient cultivators on the Divine Continent, the modern Immortal Path began a grand campaign to exterminate demons. Any demon that had a record of eating or harming humans was killed, and the young of those species were thrown into sealed ‘protection zones.’

As a result, the number of demons on the Divine Continent plummeted, and they soon faced the threat of extinction. At this time, nine demon kings stood up. To protect their territories, they had to—become idols! No, demon kings. By leveraging the popularity of the demon kings, they could gather powerful forces! The first to step forward was a highland tree demon, a fire spirit named Bifang, and a cold sea dragon from the Endless Cold. These three demons didn’t like leaving their habitats and had no followers, so they couldn’t enjoy human blood. Later, six more powerful demons joined them.

Zhen Chanzi marveled, "These demons are monsters that have lived for ten thousand years, famous giants even when I was young."

"Then those giants died with regret!" Wang Qi’s tone was full of schadenfreude.

Zhen Chanzi said, "It shouldn’t be difficult for modern cultivators to kill them."

"That tree demon, skilled in wood-based techniques, could turn life into poison, but was planted with mushrooms by the King of Fungi, Pasteur—don’t misunderstand, not the Heavenly Sword. It’s said that when the tree demon died, it was covered in mushroom spores, and its life force and vital fire were completely drained by Pasteur’s mushrooms."

"What about the Southern Ming Bifang and the Northern Cold Dragon?"

"They were killed by the Immortal of the Burning Heaven, Kelvin."

Zhen Chanzi exclaimed, "The Southern Ming Bifang excelled in fire, with flames that even ghosts and gods feared. The Northern Cold Dragon, on the other hand, was the opposite, with cold so intense that even great cultivators would freeze to death. How could they be defeated by fire cultivators?"

"Don’t forget, the essence of the ‘Heavenly Entropy Sutra’ isn’t ice or fire, but ‘heat energy.’ Its power lies in heating, not igniting." Wang Qi only explained in detail when criticizing others, "The Southern Ming Bifang’s fire was already extremely hot, and just a few more degrees pushed it beyond its own tolerance. Then Bifang was burned alive by the enhanced Southern Ming fire. The Northern Cold Dragon was frozen into pieces by its own cold—just a few more degrees of cooling on its already cold blood. Kelvin of the Burning Heaven could do it alone."

"Innate talents are invincible? What a joke! How strong can something be if it doesn’t understand the essence?"

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