Exploring Immortality Cultivation-Chapter 227 - 187: Brine, Cat’s Tongue

After getting down from the stage, Wang Qi reverted to his usual lazy demeanor, showing no interest in the martial arts examination.

However, his current state left no one believing he was arrogant or anything of the sort—after all, he was the fierce man who knocked out a top student from the Immortal Institute with one punch!

With no one bothering him, Wang Qi leaned against that tree, eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

It was only after Mao Zimiao had finished a round of the martial arts examination that she found the time to check on him. By then, Wang Qi was holding a bamboo tube, pouring water into his throat.

Strangely, there were already several bamboo tubes discarded on the ground.

"Xiao Qi, are you… very thirsty, meow?" Mao Zimiao asked curiously, looking at the bamboo tubes on the ground.

"Hmm?" Wang Qi shook his head and didn't speak, merely handing another bamboo tube to Mao Zimiao.

Wang Qi's odd behavior alarmed Wang Zhenqi. She hurriedly took the bamboo tube from him and sniffed it closely, "Seeing your attitude, I feel like you are playing a trick on us… am I being paranoid?"

Wang Qi's response was weak, "Don't talk to me… I feel dizzy…"

For some reason, his voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Xiao Qi, are you hurt, meow?"

"Psh, Fa Xiong couldn't hurt me."

Mao Zimiao glanced at the bamboo tube, "Is it some kind of stimulant, meow?"

"Medicine for the symptoms…"

Wang Zhenqi looked puzzled, "I haven't heard that you were sick?"

Mao Zimiao uncorked the bamboo tube and sniffed, "It's completely odorless?"

"Amiao, I can only smell clean water, what can you smell?"

"It seems fine." Reassured by her friend's judgment, Mao Zimiao boldly took a sip, only to let out a tragic cry, "Meow—!"

As Mao Zimiao's scream was so piercing, many people around turned to look. Unaware, the girl with cat ears simply covered her mouth and started hopping around. It was then that Wang Qi opened his eyes, revealing a mischievous smile, "Cat tongues, they really are sensitive! No wonder I've never seen you eat spicy food."

Wang Zhenqi was shocked. She picked up the bamboo tube and tasted it with her finger, "So salty… this is saturated saltwater! Wang Qi, you're ruthless!"

Wang Qi handed out the bamboo tube he had been drinking from which was half empty. After Wang Zhenqi took a sip, she exclaimed, "Oh my! It's also saturated saltwater! Doesn't your tongue hurt?"

Wang Qi, massaging his throat, smiled bitterly, "My throat hurts too."

While Wang Zhenqi cursed Wang Qi for his ill intentions, she hurriedly fed Mao Zimiao fresh water. It took a while for Mao Zimiao to recover. The tearful cat-eared girl looked at Wang Qi, "Xiao Qi, why would you drink something like this, meow!"

Wang Qi raised his left hand. His left hand, which he hardly used in the fight, was now uncontrollably trembling. He smiled wryly, "Acute sodium depletion leading to muscle weakness; I had to replenish with saltwater."

Wang Zhenqi was incredulous, "Acute sodium depletion? What kind of strange illness is that?"

Mao Zimiao, who had been near Wu Shiqin, saw something, "Then did you block that Thunder Strike without any injuries just now?"

Wang Qi nodded, "I disassembled the material bonds in the outer layer of my body, released highly conductive sodium ions, and turned my skin into a Prison Thunder Cage."

Mao Zimiao exclaimed, "Dismantling internal materials? Are you out of your mind?"

"Actually, I was planning to dismantle iron ions, but after surviving a round of attacks, producing a lot of iron alkali [Shenzhou's term for iron hydroxide and iron(II) hydroxide] would not be good. Plus, I can't control the force well, too much dissociation and I end up anemic—at the most critical point, iron absorbs slower than sodium by a lot, I could drink spinach juice for days and not recover."

In fact, Wang Qi's practice with this move was also extremely dangerous, with several instances where he dissociated excessive amounts of free metal ions. If it hadn't been for Ai Qinglan keeping an eye out, and the fact that cultivators are much stronger physically than mortals, she wouldn't dare to try such antics.

Mao Zimiao was somewhat puzzled, "This spell... seems pretty useless, meow?"

"I deduced this move from a type of mathematics I was using, just experimenting today," Wang Qi said as he took another sip of the briny water. "If I encounter a strong electromagnetism user and can't win, this move can greatly increase my chances of survival. The 'Hardening' move, that one can save your life if my Protective Gang Qi is broken; even withstanding a cultivator of similar rank attacking me with a Flying Sword won't be a problem."

Mao Zimiao felt somewhat embarrassed, "You've never used these techniques before, meow..."

Wang Qi answered matter-of-factly, "That's why I have to test them out."

"This is the Martial Arts Examination, meow..."

"This is just a free chance to try them out, isn't it?" Wang Qi seemed to have finally replenished his sodium, and tossed the bamboo tube into his Storage Bag, "You know, with my personality, I probably won't get many chances to fight strong opponents to the death."

The two half-demons looked at each other, their eyes unable to hide their shock.

Others regard it as daunting as a fierce tiger, but I treat it as nothing special; what kind of mentality is this?

But before that...

"I think with that mouth of yours, you could get a lot of chances to fight strong opponents to the death, lul..."

"Since you think you won't get the chance for life or death struggles, why develop a technique that presupposes such a scenario, meow!"

"Focusing on the details is for fools," Wang Qi said righteously. Then, he asked Mao Zimiao, "Azimiao, did you win your last match?"

Mao Zimiao's ears immediately drooped, "Lost, meow."

Wang Qi frowned, "How could you lose? You're supposed to be pretty good based on the stats, right?"

The rankings at the Immortal Institute are a combination of the Written Test and the Martial Arts Examination, but the Written Test carries more weight. However, half-demons like Wu Shiqin, who are stronger physically than intellectually, should perform better in the Martial Arts Examination compared to humans of a similar rank.

Mao Zimiao shook his head and sighed, "The opponent used the Rapid Flame Body Method; it was too hot, meow."

"…Oh my mom, there are too many laughable points here, is this a joke about cats' tongues being sensitive to heat? Can't handle it? And since when do cats get burned like that, meow!"

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"I'm a close-quarter combat type, it's really hot, meow!"

Wang Qi held his forehead, "Heavenly Calculation Atlas is at least two levels above that Rapid Flame Body Method, how could you lose… Are you really a half-demon?"

Mao Zimiao felt a bit wronged, "I don't want to be like you, Xiao Qi, knowing so many odd techniques…"

"You should be imitating Senior Sister Ai, not me…" Wang Qi looked up towards the competition area, seemingly searching for something, then his eyes lit up, "Look over there."