"Lately I've been so annoyed, so annoyed, so annoyed..." On a grassy slope, Wang Qi clutched his head.
Bo Xiaoya, who had been practicing a palm technique some distance away, heard Wang Qi's complaint. She walked over, bent down, and consoled him. "Senior Brother, according to what you just said, Divine Capital doesn't sound all that troublesome."
Bright sunlight slanted across Bo Xiaoya's face. Her fair skin was almost dazzling, making Wang Qi feel as though he could not look directly at her—this was the optimism of someone utterly single-minded... I really feel ashamed of myself for acting so vexed in front of someone like her...
Wang Qi looked away. "Anyway, putting aside the pile of assignments that comes every five days, Uncle Liu's lectures aren't worth much either. Right now, I'm completely relying on studying by myself to keep up with the progress."
"Actually, the Myriad Dharma Sect's main branch is only a little better than your side." Bo Xiaoya seemed somewhat troubled as well. "To be honest, mathematical logic is hard to learn. None of the sect's masters study it."
Wang Qi replied casually, "After all, it's hard for things that are too fundamental to produce results."
In the field of mathematics, the more fundamental something was, the harder it was to achieve results. Mathematical logic was the cornerstone of mathematics. If results were made in mathematical logic, the entire mathematical system would change. In this regard, even the slightest achievement required immense effort.
On the other hand, these things were simply too fundamental to be converted into combat power. Take 1+1=2, for example. It was the basis of all calculations, but could anyone turn that into a sword technique? If I slash once and then slash again, would that be equivalent to slashing twice?
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