Exploring Immortality Cultivation-Chapter 239 - 199: How to Associate Brachistochrones with Chariots
"I lost again."
Ai Changyuan let out a wry smile, candidly admitting defeat.
At his words, the entire square seemed to freeze over, deathly silent.
After a long moment, applause began to ripple through the crowd, slowly at first. Then, the cheers grew louder, eventually building into a thunderous roar of excitement.
That was incredible! Truly incredible!
The techniques the two of them displayed were astonishing enough to take even ghosts and spirits by surprise, and not something even a typical Foundation Establishment stage cultivator could hope to achieve. And that final chase—it was the clash of mana with tactics, strength with strategy.
On a deeper level, it illustrated how much these two individuals understood the Great Dao, far surpassing everyone else.
Amidst the cheering, Wang Qi relaxed the mana in his feet and slid down to the ground along the energy restrictions, then walked over to Ai Changyuan and pulled out the Kun Mountain Sword.
A named sword has spirit, or to put it in a more modern way, high-order magic swords all have friend-or-foe recognition functions. The Kun Mountain Sword, now a treasure artifact, was something Ai Changyuan truly couldn't pull out on his own. While everyone was cheering, he was literally pinned to the ground.
As he pulled out the sword, Ai Changyuan winced from the pain. Once freed from the constraint of the magic sword, he discreetly took two steps back without a word—preventing the possibility of getting puked on by someone with severe motion sickness. Mao Zimiao's experience half a year ago had spread far and wide among Xinyue and Langde. Following that, he asked another question, "Why is that move called 'Silver Chariot'? The 'silver' part I can understand, probably referring to the color of the sword qi. But why 'chariot'?"
Wang Qi broke into a sweat, "That sword strike is the path of fastest descent in a complex gravity field... um, you know about the path of fastest descent, right? It's also called a spiral line—it's the path traced by a point on a circumference of a circle rolling along a straight line, isn't it? Speaking of spiral lines naturally makes one think of wheel rims, and then from wheel rims to... uh..."
Ai Changyuan had an epiphany, "I see now! Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! Brother Wang, your talent for naming is truly impressive!"
He even gave a thumbs up.
Wang Qi's mouth twitched. Damn it, battling to the death just now, strategy after strategy, and not a single compliment, yet for a gag like this, even "Brother Wang" comes out...
Wait a second, could it be that this guy actually likes these seemingly profound but inscrutable names?
Could it be that this descendant of the Yuanli Master, the rising star of Modern, is... stupid?
Ai Changyuan, blissfully unaware that he had just been secretly tagged with a rather disrespectful label by the person in front of him, still expressed admiration for what he considered to be an "incredible naming concept."
Since the judges had announced the results, the surrounding restrictions began to dissipate. Right at that moment, what should have been a stable restriction system started flickering on and off. On the rooftop, Deng Jiaxuan, with a cry-laugh expression, said to Chen Jingyun, "Let's upgrade the standard of these restrictions next year, so they can withstand a full-force hit from a Foundation Establishment cultivator."
"Logically speaking, there shouldn't be this kind of monster next year," said Chen Jingyun, deadpan.
Deng Jiaxuan coughed twice in retort, "In Modern, there are always stronger generations one after the other."
To prevent the aftermath of battles from spreading and affecting other areas, each arena was enclosed by individual restrictions. And these layers of protection, which should withstand the relentless bombardment of an apex Qi Cultivation Perfection cultivator, were on the verge of collapsing under the full-force attack of Ai Changyuan, a mere Mid-Stage Qi Refining cultivator!
Knowing how formidable this new disciple was, everyone looked at Ai Changyuan with eyes full of reverence.
What a monster! He could actually unleash an attack on par with those at the Foundation Establishment Stage while still only at the Mid-Stage of Qi Cultivation!
Then, they looked at Wang Qi with even greater awe.
What kind of a freak was able to defeat a monster like Ai Changyuan twice?
Rumors had it that he had an anomalous Innate Soul and that the Carefree Great Cultivator from the Yangshen Pavilion had stated there was a fifty percent chance he was a Banished Immortal... Ha ha, how could that be possible? How could such a genius be a Banished Immortal?
If he were a Banished Immortal, then what did that make the rest of us who didn't even approach the level of a Banished Immortal?
With the restrictions half-destroyed, the disciples serving as judges shattered them completely, releasing Wang Qi and Ai Changyuan. Walking toward their respective domains amidst admiring glances from countless disciples, the crowd parted for them naturally, and Wang Qi felt no crowding at all.
After reaching the edge of the square and sitting down, Wang Qi let out a sigh of relief. He rubbed his forehead and lamented, "As I thought, I just don't get along with those who play with gravity... damn, I still feel dizzy and nauseous."
"If it were only as simple as feeling dizzy and nauseous, that would be great," Ai Qinglan's voice came from behind him. Before Wang Qi could turn around, Ai Qinglan slapped a hand on his head, "Alright, I'll give you a check first. There are many tiny blood vessels in the brain; it's no good if the strong gravity tears them apart."
The Shenzhou Creatures' thinking organs consist of not only the brain but also the soul. A high-order cultivator with a fully developed Primordial Spirit could regrow their head even if it was blown to pieces. But Wang Qi was merely at the Qi Cultivation Stage, and his soul's thinking ability was no match for his brain—he couldn't live without his head yet.
Wang Qi chuckled, "Looks like I've got some good friendship luck—thanks, Senior Sister."
Ai Qinglan laughed heartily, "Don't mention it, after all, you've provided me with quite a bit of research material!"
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Ai Qinglan's examination was over quickly. Because Ai Changyuan's hand technique had concentrated the imprint to manipulate the surrounding space, the range of impact was small and the disturbance to distant areas was weaker, so Wang Qi's internal blood flow was not severely disrupted. One could say that Wang Qi had escaped virtually unscathed this time.
Clapping her hands and pulling out a calculator from her waist, Ai Qinglan pressed a few buttons, "All clear, totally normal! Congratulations! Now, I better report to the Immortal Alliance that you're good to continue..."
Before Ai Qinglan could even finish her sentence, a mechanical synthesized voice abruptly interjected, "Xinyue Immortal Institute, Wang Qi, Leiyang Immortal Institute, Bao Xiaoya, prepare for match three in section C immediately!"
Wang Qi stood there, dumbfounded, "Holy crap, Senior Sister, just because I'm not injured doesn't mean I'm ready to fight again right away!"
Ai Qinglan looked equally bewildered, "My report was just 'no concealed injuries, fit to compete'... Did that stupid calculator in charge of scheduling go haywire?"
On the pavilion, Deng Jiaxuan, patting his forehead with his friend, said, "I know you're not a fan of Banished Immortals... but there's no need to resort to such, such low tactics to eliminate Wang Qi, right? Now everyone in Shenzhou is going to think we're blatantly favoring the Bo Family."
Chen Jingyun's face turned green, "I... am not very familiar with calculators, it seems I might have set the priority for the 'Prioritize scheduling Wang Qi' command... a bit too high..."
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Sorry everyone, there's only one update today... Writer's block
