Though Chen Youjia's arrival had turned Wang Qi's private life completely upside down, for the Ji Sect as a whole, it was probably like throwing a stone into a pond—there was a splash, but not much of one.
Even the next day, the Yu Clan's and the Laude insect race's morning training proceeded as usual.
For students of the Immortal Academy, morning training was nothing more than boxing practice and meditation. But which of the cultivators participating in the Ji Sect's mathematics intensive camp had not reached at least the Core Formation realm? At that level, mere boxing could no longer offer them much help.
And Wang Qi had no intention of doing that.
In truth, the Ji Sect had only one designated training program: "daily mental arithmetic."
Everyone received a calculating artifact, and every cultivator in the training had to gather on the plaza each day and train together. The calculating artifacts displayed a flood of basic arithmetic problems at a rate of ten per second. The hardest problems involved no more than multiplication and division of three-digit numbers, or addition and subtraction of five-digit numbers, but every cultivator had to solve them within a single second.
Unless one cultivated the Yao Ding Suanjing, or had brought any Myriad Dharma Sect cultivation method to minor accomplishment and recorded it into one's Foundation Base, every breathing thing on Ji Sect territory had to undergo this soul-nourishing training. Half a shichen every day, without fail, come rain or thunder.
For every wrong answer, a lightning spell struck down.
The spell lightning was not very powerful and could only cause brief paralysis. But for those foreign cultivators, a single bolt was enough to break their train of thought.
It was said that on the first day this training began, more than half