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Under Su Junyu's guidance, Wang Qi quickly left his own marks on several beginner-level magical instruments.

Wang Qi could barely wait. "Brother Su, if there's nothing else, take me to Chuan Gong Hall!"

Chuan Gong Hall in the Immortal Academy was a place specifically for newly inducted disciples to study cultivation methods. Every sect, including the Five Excellences sects, had left the first layer of their core techniques there—among them peerless methods that pointed directly toward freedom and transcendence, such as the Tianyan Tulu, the Da Xiang Xiangbo Gong, and the Tian Shang Jue.

Of course, only the first layer.

If his assumptions were correct, then these cultivation methods were equivalent to the highest scientific achievements of this world, containing the Modern Dharma Cultivators' results in exploring the world! Even merely the first layer would be enough to help him find the differences between the two worlds and grasp the road ahead.

Su Junyu said, "What's the rush? There's still one final step."

As he spoke, he found a bamboo tube in the storeroom. "Hold out your arm."

Not understanding why, Wang Qi rolled up his sleeve and raised his right arm before Su Junyu. The strange gesture made Wang Qi unable to stop himself from thinking that this scene looked exactly like a nurse on Earth giving a vaccine shot to some bratty kid.

Su Junyu swiftly shattered the bamboo tube. Sealed within it was a long needle about five inches in length, its material unknown. Before Wang Qi could react, Su Junyu quickly plunged the needle into his arm.

"Hiss!" Wang Qi's face twitched from the pain—this really did feel even more like getting vaccinated!

Zhen Chanzi suddenly warned him, "There's poison on that needle!"

Poison?

Wang Qi felt a strange sensation mingling numbness, tingling, itchiness, and heat spread out from his arm. He could not help saying, "Brother Su, explain."

"The Thousand Plagues Ten Thousand Poisons Needle. A thousand layers of plague curses and ten thousand poison arts, all gathered into a single needle."

Zhen Chanzi said doubtfully, "Impossible. That needle simply isn't poisonous enough."

Su Junyu smiled. "The varieties of plague curses and disease arts, as well as the dosage of the poisons, have all been precisely calculated. They offset one another, so they cannot kill anyone. In a few days, these forces will be integrated by your meridians and strengthen as your cultivation grows. This power will not increase your cultivation or produce divine abilities, but it has one advantage—ninety-nine percent of the great plague arts of the Ancient Method Cultivators will be useless against you, seventy percent of venomous insects will be unable to enter your body, and fifty percent of poison arts will be ineffective."

Wang Qi shook his head and looked at his arm. "No. What I mean is... please explain why my arm won't stop bleeding..."

Su Junyu scratched his head sheepishly. "My hand slipped. I punctured the main blood vessel."

"Doesn't this need to be injected into a blood vessel...?"

"It only needs to enter the flesh."

The corner of Wang Qi's mouth twitched. He held back his temper. "My right hand can't move anymore. Please help bandage it."

Su Junyu pulled out the needle and laughed awkwardly. "Needles like this aren't cheap to make, really. Only geniuses at Immortal Academies under the main altar and the largest branch altars have the privilege of receiving this for free. Other disciples only get the lower-grade 'Ten Plagues Hundred Poisons Needle' after entering their sects. It can ward off the plague curses most commonly used by Ancient Method Cultivators, as well as the most commonplace poison arts."

They had even developed vaccines. He wondered what principles governed disease and immunity in this world.

Wang Qi let his thoughts wander, then asked, "Modern Dharma should have plague arts and poison arts too, right?"

Su Junyu shuddered. "Plague God Forest is one of Sky Spirit Ridge's branches. No one has ever seen their poison arts used in battle. I hear that if their spells go out of control, they drag the entire human race down with them. As for poison arts, the branches of Spirit Beast Mountain and Myriad Flowers Valley also study them. Burning Gold Valley has some attainments in poison techniques as well, and one transformation of the Heavenly Order Sword Disc is fierce poison. Furthermore, while Burning Gold Valley's poisons are not as bizarre as those of Sky Spirit Ridge's many branches, resistance cannot develop against them. Most have no antidote either; one can only use mana to grind away the poison's power bit by bit. You aren't thinking of developing in that direction, are you?"

Wang Qi shook his head. "I'm just curious. Can my resistance withstand Modern Dharma plague arts and poison arts?"

Come on, my path could only be one of theoretical physics or mathematics. I was merely curious how far my poison resistance had been leveled.

Su Junyu said, "The Thousand Plagues Ten Thousand Poisons Needle produces targeted resistance. Plague God Forest comes up with dozens of new strains of plague every year. If you encounter such things in the future, never use your own body to test the law!"

Wang Qi nodded. At that moment, the effects of the Thousand Plagues Ten Thousand Poisons Needle flared up, and Wang Qi felt dizzy and nauseated. He could not help asking, "How long will this discomfort last?"

"Two or three days."

Wang Qi's face immediately darkened. "I can't properly meditate in this state. In other words, I still have to wait two days before I can learn cultivation methods?"

Su Junyu's expression suddenly turned serious. He looked directly at Wang Qi and said, "Brother, there's something I must remind you of. You need to change that Ancient Method Cultivator notion of yours, that you 'must seize every moment to cultivate.'"

"Huh? No, you misunderstood..."

Su Junyu gripped Wang Qi's shoulder and pressed his words back down. "Modern Dharma cultivation does not rely on resources. Mana comes from breathing with heaven and earth. So long as you understand the workings of heaven and earth's laws deeply enough, you can continuously draw mana from the Great Void. Moreover, the accumulated cultivation experience of thousands of years has eliminated most bottlenecks in the three realms of the Human World. Before the Golden Core stage, Modern Dharma cultivation has no bottlenecks at all!"

Wang Qi did not feel much about it, but Zhen Chanzi was already shocked beyond measure. Even True Disciples of the great Ancient Method sects had to pass through layer upon layer of hardships before reaching the step of forming a core!

"However, because cultivation can grow too quickly, there may be cases where one's temperament or knowledge cannot control one's power. If knowledge cannot control power, at worst you will have no chance of reaching the Primordial Spirit stage or advancing to Grandmaster. But if temperament cannot control power, you will lose yourself and enter the evil path! Most Modern Dharma Cultivators at the Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, and Golden Core levels deliberately slow their cultivation, tempering themselves amid the dust of the mortal world or sitting in quiet chambers to ponder and seek the Great Dao."

So this was the rhythm of cultivating scientifically, balancing work and rest? But I only wanted to understand this world's theories. I never intended to cultivate immediately! Wang Qi did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"Anyway, I'll take you to the dormitory first," Su Junyu said. "If you feel better over the next two days, read the textbooks I just gave you. The foundation of Modern Dharma lies in summarizing the Great Dao. That knowledge will help your future cultivation."

At this point, Su Junyu's eyes shifted. He lowered his voice and whispered, "I'll let you in on a secret. In the final entrance trial, cultivation progress is one item, but its weighting is relatively low. It matters less than knowledge, and less than solving problems."

In a quiet chamber of the Immortal Academy, Deng Jiaxuan, Sword Roaring the Heavens, had changed into a blue long robe and once more strapped a longsword to his back.

He coughed twice and said to Chen Jingyun, "The Immortal Alliance's affairs have more or less all been explained. All that remains are some trifling matters at the Immortal Academy. If you like guiding younger juniors, just show your face here... ah, but since you don't like talking, it's fine if you stay on the mountaintop."

Chen Jingyun nodded.

"Just handle the academy's affairs according to the rules. Ah, the only thing to pay attention to this year is a child named Wang Qi. He has the remnant soul of an Ancient Method Cultivator at the Mahayana Stage in his possession."

Chen Jingyun nodded. "Ziye sacrificed herself to save him. I remember."

Deng Jiaxuan frowned. "You won't let your emotions affect you over this, will you?"

Chen Jingyun shook his head. "I happened to see him at the entrance. Zhen Chanzi, a late-Mahayana cultivator from Mount Luofu Mystic Clarity Palace, just as the report said. Even if he fully recovered his cultivation, he could not survive a hundred moves beneath my sword."

Mingzhu's calculation was just one step away from reaching the ultimate realm of the Dai Su Method's "one plus one." After incorporating Jiang Yi Chong Dao into his swordsmanship, Chen Jingyun had already become one of the rare great masters of the sword path in the present age.

Deng Jiaxuan pressed a hand to his forehead. "How should I put this? I'm not telling you to guard against him. I'm telling you to keep an eye on him, so he won't be led astray by that Ancient Method Cultivator."

Chen Jingyun nodded. "I understand."

At that moment, Deng Jiaxuan's communication artifact vibrated twice. Deng Jiaxuan smiled. "Seven days from now, Luo Island in the South Sea. Divine Lord Bai Ze has already calculated it. Real Man Hai, Breaking Reason True Person, and Little Qian have fought more than ten times over these past few days. He has already been forced onto the predetermined route."

Chen Jingyun frowned. "That old dragon."

Deng Jiaxuan smiled. "Brother Bingqiong will deal with it himself."

Qian Bingqiong, the Three Strong Sword Saint, possessed strong Sword Qi, strong swordsmanship, and a strong sword presence, hence the title "Three Strong." Deng Jiaxuan had long been plagued by illness, so most of Sky Sword Palace's external affairs were handled by him.

The "old dragon" Chen Jingyun spoke of was the oldest living being in this land, king of the dragon race and lord of the sea demons. Dragons were a race born for battle, and the ancient Dragon King was the finest among them. Sixty thousand years ago, when the Ancient Method Immortal Path was at its height, he came ashore and challenged, then defeated, every Mahayana human cultivator one by one, forcing humankind to remain more than a hundred li from the coast for a thousand years. Later, in the sea, he defeated sixteen Mahayana cultivators fighting together and killed more than half of them.

Yet Deng Jiaxuan estimated that the Three Strong Sword Saint alone would be enough to deter that great demon. Even if Qian Bingqiong was inferior to the Dragon King, he could still fight it for a time. And the Dragon King would have no choice but to consider how it would face the fury of hundreds of Free and Unfettered Cultivators after killing one.

Chen Jingyun cupped his hands. "May Brother achieve victory in a single battle."

Deng Jiaxuan returned the salute, let out a hearty laugh, and rode his sword away in a streak of rainbow light.

Wang Qi lay in his dormitory, wrapped in his blanket as cold sweat continuously seeped from his body.

The dormitories of Xinyue Immortal Academy were all private single rooms. Because he had just been given the Thousand Plagues Ten Thousand Poisons Needle, Wang Qi felt unwell and did not go out.

The Immortal Academy differed from the lecture halls operated by ordinary branch altars. Lecture halls merely had local cultivators give lectures while seekers of immortality studied from textbooks on their own. The Immortal Academy, however, provided full-time teaching, and its term was not the half-year term of the lecture halls but over a year. Aside from the uncertain arrival times of talented disciples who enrolled one after another, the disciples of major clans mostly registered between March and April. Thus, the dormitories were still very empty now. Wang Qi was temporarily spared the trouble of visiting his neighbors.

Because his head was spinning, Wang Qi did not study any cultivation methods. As for textbooks? Introductory books from high school science to first-year university science and engineering? What had he not already mastered?

Thus, Wang Qi was doing something else. Following the history textbooks, he was extracting the renowned figures of the Modern Dharma Immortal Path one by one and compiling a timeline, comparing it with the history of science on Earth. More and more Free and Unfettered Cultivators with names that seemed like parodies appeared, making him vaguely feel that the two worlds might actually share some kind of connection.

"Sure enough, most of Earth's great scientists have corresponding counterparts in this world." Wang Qi bit the end of his pen, a mischievous thought arising within him. "Collective transmigration definitely wouldn't make sense... Let's call this phenomenon 'parallel entities from another world'!"

I must apologize to everyone—there are more miscellaneous matters before the New Year than I imagined, so there has only been one update a day these past few days. Sorry.

Also, thank you to reader shifan3 for the reward—this is the first time I have ever received one!

Finally, a question: did everyone enjoy the barbecue festival? How many pairs did you grill?