A man's reputation was like a tree's shadow. Ai Changyuan was wild but not arrogant, and he had never cared for the words "fame" and "reputation." Yet his strength, far surpassing that of his peers, drew every eye toward him.
Like a single stone stirring up a thousand waves, all the geniuses turned their hostility toward this fellow drifting down from the sky.
Sensing a bone-piercing chill, Lu Qianqian, who habitually stayed by his side, could not help shrinking back. "Chang-Changyuan! So scary!"
"Oh, really?" Ai Changyuan replied blandly, assuming the posture of someone about to take a nap. "It'll still take a few minutes to drift down. Relax a little."
After Myriad Image Celestial Pull, a cultivation method akin to controlling gravity, temporarily weakened the earth's gravitational pull on him, the acceleration of gravity also decreased. Even a Qi Refining youth could descend with plenty of leisure. Borrowing inertia, he traced a brachistochrone through the air, constantly borrowing force from gravity as he sped toward the docks faster than a spirit vessel.
To him, the planet beneath his feet was perhaps the finest magical artifact of all.
Facing the momentum that surged at him like a sea tide, Ai Changyuan narrowed his eyes, looking as though he were about to fall asleep. Only when he was nearly at the ground did he straighten up and look around.
"Tch, I'm a few feet off the estimated landing point. After the exam, I should go study a few more volumes of the Geometry Book."
Bo Xiaoya raised her brows, about to greet him. But just then, a sharp female voice, edged like a blade, came from the other side. "You people, do you treat the rules as nothing? Private fighting is forbidden within the immortal city, especially on an occasion like