"How are the martial trials going now?"
Wang Qi had just vomited until heaven and earth turned dark and gods and ghosts were alarmed. He had been sent to Ai Qinglan for treatment and had no idea what was happening now.
"Oh, oh, little Wang Qi cares about other people too? How suspicious!"
"I still have four matches left, okay..."
Ai Qinglan nodded. "That's true. It's still afternoon now. At your speed, there's enough time for four more matches."
Wang Qi relaxed. The remaining four matches were between him and disciples from Xinyue Immortal Academy. And the only one from Xinyue Immortal Academy who gave him any trouble was Wu Shiqin. Thinking about it now, he was practically winning while lying down!
"How did A Zi Miao fare afterward?"
"You vomited all over her face, so she dashed out to bathe at top speed and nearly missed the final martial trial."
Wang Qi breathed a sigh of relief. "She didn't miss it, though."
"Oh, and Ai Changyuan came to visit you. The look on his face when he saw you was exactly like he'd stepped in dog shit—'I suddenly feel like fighting that guy just now was so stupid... I obviously could have won with Myriad Image Celestial Pull.' Hahaha... You really should've seen it!"
Wang Qi pressed a hand to his temple. "I feel like someone's gotten hold of my greatest weakness..."
Should I learn a bit of Myriad Image Celestial Pull later, so I can keep the gravitational constant around me unchanged at all times? But mental methods not recorded in Chuan Gong Hall could only be exchanged with merit points... And I wasn't a disciple of the Yuanli Sect or the Ai Family, so there was no discount...
"Does your head hurt that badly?"
"How could it