Early the next morning—more precisely, early morning by West Border time—all the students in Wang Qi's class gathered outside the South Sea Academy. Most of them showed no dissatisfaction. Even now, they did not think attending class had any use. Ao Liu, who had lost to Wang Qi last time, thought the same.
They had only lost because Wang Qi was comparatively "strong," not because humanity's path was truly superior. If Demon Race cultivation reached a profound enough level, its combat strength would absolutely surpass anything Wang Qi had displayed so far.
As for Wang Qi's cultivation time, they did not have much real sense of it—perhaps they had deliberately forgotten?
Seeing that these students were impervious to both oil and salt, Wang Qi could only shake his head and sigh. All he could do now was exhaust human effort. How far things would go after that depended on Heaven's will.
But before that...
"Mr. Huo?" Wang Qi pulled Huo Tongqing aside first. "Why are you here too?"
"Oh, I have an empirical research division in the east as well, specializing in natural mineral crystals." Huo Tongqing smiled. "You remember, right? In ancient times, Divine Capital was the front line where humanity and the Demon Race contended. The lands east of Divine Capital were not humanity's traditional territory. Demon Race attacks were frequent, so the region was never thoroughly developed. In the Age of Decline, quite a few natural mineral veins were left behind. Some empirical research divisions were built there."
"You came specifically to keep an eye on me?"
"How could that be?" Huo Tongqing said. "But Fellow Wang, you're still only a Core Formation Cultivator. Even if your artifacts are mysterious, you can only defeat those students one-on-one. If they swarm you together, you'll have no way to