Chapter 88

From the perspective of Mao Zimiao and other people from the神州 (Shénzhōu), Wang Qi's fondness for rooftops was simply incomprehensible. The reason for this, perhaps, was a cultural difference. In Shenzhou, roofs were mostly sloping at a forty-five-degree angle to the ground, and by common sense, they were not designed for standing on. In contrast, on Earth, where Wang Qi came from, the minimalist style of buildings did not bother to design the top of the house, so in many places, the top floor of buildings was actually a good place to go.

Although in Earth's melodramatic school love stories, the rooftop was basically a place for romantic encounters, even earning the nickname "the place where a certain senior who dated many people fought," in reality, in most countries, school rooftops were inaccessible.

Wang Qi truly fell in love with this place after his studies in Copenhagen were interrupted due to family issues and he returned to his homeland. At that time, he truly embodied the phrase "ambitions as high as the sky, life as thin as paper." Despite not even being able to enter a top-tier laboratory in the country, he daydreamed about winning the Nobel Prize every day. Back then, he often carried a can of beer and climbed to the top floor, overlooking the scenery below.

Wang Qi's previous life was in the downtown of a first-tier city, not far from the commercial district, which could be considered a "city that never sleeps." It was noisy all day and night. However, the rooftop where Wang Qi was located was very peaceful.

Although Wang Qi actually didn't like beer at all, he insisted on bringing it every time because he felt that in such a moment of lamenting the unpredictability of fate and reinforcing his ideals, taking out a can of cola would be very out of place. It was like two northern warriors swearing an oath of blood, but using sweet rice wine made by a farmer.

On the rooftop, a young man with lofty ideals leaned against the wall, holding a can of beer in his hand, quietly observing the noisy and vulgar crowd below.

Doing this made him look very cool.

Very, very cool.

Because it was important, he said it twice.

After crossing over, this habit didn't change. Before fully accepting this world, he often climbed to the rooftop to avoid his family, whom he didn't know how to face. After his grandfather's death, he got into the habit of looking down at the White Village from the rooftop.

Mao Zimiao didn't understand this very "literary youth" sentiment, but she could sense that Wang Qi's expression changed when he sat on the rooftop.

Wang Qi found a flat tile and invited Mao Zimiao to sit down. Then he activated the Solar Wave Qi, creating a bright light. He opened the exercise book and asked, "What don't you understand?"

Mao Zimiao lowered her head, somewhat embarrassed, and replied, "Let's start from the first question..."

"This is... 'The simplified diagram of the ancient sect Fire Sect's body technique is as follows. Given that the constant of its cultivation method is... find the key points of the Fire Sect's body technique...'" Wang Qi looked at Mao Zimiao in surprise, "Didn't I learn this half a month ago?"

Mao Zimiao said irritably, "I already said not everyone is like you, meow! If you keep this up, I won't talk to you anymore, Xiao Qi?"

"Okay, okay, okay." Wang Qi raised his hands in surrender and then asked, "What exactly don't you understand?"

"What is the relationship between magical power and body technique? I can't grasp the main point, meow."

Wang Qi shook his head, "You don't need to be so fixated. Actually, this math problem, ignoring the essence of magical power, is just a bivariate quadratic equation."

"But I really care about this."

Wang Qi explained from the beginning, "When I learned the theory of the essence of magical power, you were listening with me, right?"

"Um, meow."

"The essence of magical power is the exponent of energy. You know this, right?"

"Um."

Wang Qi shrugged, "Magical power is a form of magical power after refinement. We can directly affect the kinetic and potential energy of the body through magical power, which is the principle of light body techniques and flying techniques."

"Eh? This is too much of a jump, meow! What's going on?"

Wang Qi shook his head helplessly. In many people's minds, energy should be something visible and tangible, and magical power should be a substantial existence. It was indeed difficult for them to accept that "energy is a property of matter's motion."

Using magical power to change kinetic and potential energy sounded complicated to Earthlings, but to Shenzhou cultivators, this process was as simple as eating and drinking. As long as they activated their body techniques, the kinetic and potential energy of their bodies would change. Whether it was the "swift as a rabbit, still as a virgin" that defied Newton's second law and ignored inertia, or the "treading on snow without leaving a trace" that defied the third law and ignored action and reaction, these were all simple matters.

For Shenzhou cultivators, the subsequent dodging and evading were more difficult to master. Light body techniques only involved bivariate quadratic equations, and the speed was not fast, so they could be easily learned through experience. However, flying techniques required calculating many more factors, and the process was more complex. A slight mistake could even lead to death. The limitations on a cultivator's flying techniques were not just the total amount of magical power but also their computational and reaction abilities.

Although he was somewhat impatient, Wang Qi still explained several math problems to Mao Zimiao. However, Wang Qi was not a good teacher. After explaining, Mao Zimiao still had some doubts.

After finishing, Wang Qi sat on the rooftop, staring blankly at the sky, with no intention of leaving. Mao Zimiao, for some reason, also didn't leave. She put away her exercise book and sat there with Wang Qi.

Mao Zimiao asked, "Xiao Qi, have you made any progress in your cultivation recently?"

"Oh, you're asking about this." Wang Qi extended his right hand, which glowed with a faint blue light, "Here it is. A new technique I've mastered."

"What's it for, meow?"

Wang Qi smiled slightly but didn't answer. Instead, he extended his left hand and released several electric arcs towards his right hand. After several attempts, his right hand remained unharmed.

Mao Zimiao asked in confusion, "What does this mean, meow?"

Wang Qi laughed, "Can't you see? My right hand is immune to lightning!"

"But... you and the lightning you release are at the same potential, right? How can you electrocute yourself, meow?"

Because she had been saved by Wang Qi using a similar principle in the Trial Forest, Mao Zimiao remembered this point very well.

"Ahem." Wang Qi coughed awkwardly, "Don't worry about the details. Actually, no one can break through the defense of my right hand. When lightning strikes me, the electricity will instantly spread throughout my protective aura. At that moment, the potential of my protective aura is zero, so I won't be electrocuted!"

Mao Zimiao was greatly surprised, "The Lightning Imprisonment Spell, meow?"

"Exactly, the Lightning Imprisonment Spell."

The spell known as the nemesis of all electromagnetic techniques from the Thunder Pavilion!

"But..." Mao Zimiao asked again, "Shouldn't this protective spell cover the whole body, meow?"

"Computational power is limited, so it can only cover my right hand."

"Why not protect vital areas?"

Wang Qi raised his right thumb and smiled, "This is, the special hand gesture for lightning users to attract girls!"