Rage

Despite the frustration, since Geng Peng wanted to spar, he had to grit his teeth and finish the match with this kid.

According to the rules, Geng Peng's cultivation was higher than Wang Qi's. During the spar, he couldn't use offensive sword techniques and could only counter-attack with defensive moves. This allowed Wang Qi to attack freely. However, Wang Qi hadn't grasped the Way of the Sword, nor did he understand the established formulas. In this regard, Geng Peng, who came from the Myriad Laws Sect, had a complete advantage over Wang Qi. Therefore, no matter how hard Wang Qi tried, he couldn't break through Geng Peng's sword formation.

Seeing this, Geng Peng couldn't help but mock, "Cooperating with Magical Power! That's your biggest flaw, Wang Qi. Your swordsmanship is good, but you don't know how to use Magical Power yet, how to integrate Magical Power into martial arts."

Wang Qi wasn't annoyed. Geng Peng was stating a fact. Until he figured out a way to unify the various cultivation methods within him, he couldn't freely control his Magical Power.

Seeing that Wang Qi had no reaction, Geng Peng felt bored. The two sparred for dozens of rounds with clanging sounds before Geng Peng finally suppressed Wang Qi's sword, saying, "Remember, when practicing sword techniques in the future, you must cooperate with Magical Power."

Wang Qi nodded in agreement, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for your guidance."

"Alright, rejoin the group. Continue practicing."

This... is it over just like that?

What exactly did that idiot want to do?

This question troubled Wang Qi for a long time.

Thanks to Geng Peng, Wang Qi evolved from a "genius" in the eyes of the new disciples to a "top student." Some "clever" and well-intentioned people were also stunned by Geng Peng's attitude, and their attitude towards Wang Qi also **.

In response, Wang Qi originally wanted to proudly declare "The Master doesn't care," but to maintain his "approachable" image, he happily exchanged sword practice insights with others. At least Wang Qi believed he was happy because his swordsmanship had improved, not because the situation of "I have few friends and even fewer **" had improved.

After the afternoon sparring session ended, there were three hours of free time. Wang Qi handed his pillow, which had been split in half, to Mao Zixiao, then walked to the Hall of Bestowing Techniques and sat in meditation with others in front of the many cultivation methods in the front hall.

Most of the cultivation methods in the back hall required solving a problem before one could cultivate them. Except for the "Geometry Book" and "Divination Sutra," which were relatively easy, almost no one ventured into the other cultivation methods. Wang Qi didn't tell anyone that he had already solved all those problems. To avoid drawing attention, he simply cultivated in the front hall.

Anyway, what he really needed was the calming effect of the meditation cushions.

Under the effect of the calming formation inherent in the meditation cushions, Wang Qi's myriad distracting thoughts receded one by one, his mind became calm and serene, his consciousness completely retracted, and he focused inward.

The first cultivation method he practiced was the Myriad Laws Sect's "Divination Sutra." Compared to other cultivation methods, the "Divination Sutra" was the most peaceful, causing less conflict with other methods. It could also serve as a good buffer when various mental techniques clashed.

Soon, Wang Qi completed three cycles of circulation. The "Divination Sutra" and his Magical Power showed a significant increase. Just then, the balance of several mental techniques within Wang Qi was broken, and several incompatible Magical Powers began to seek a new equilibrium.

Wang Qi changed his hand seals, leaned his body slightly forward, and simultaneously interrupted his practice of the "Divination Sutra," beginning to silently circulate the "Song of Heavenly Songs."

The "field" of "Song of Heavenly Songs" could effectively contain Magical Power. However, the continuous wave-like Magical Power of "Song of Heavenly Songs" was incompatible with the discrete, quantized Magical Power of the "Great Dispersal Concordance." As soon as "Song of Heavenly Songs" showed progress, the Magical Power of "Great Dispersal Concordance" began to rebel.

By the time Wang Qi finally subdued the Magical Power within him and established a new balance, more than two hours had passed.

"Being an idiot on a crucial issue leads to lifelong regret."

Wang Qi lamented. His cultivation was no longer a matter of getting twice the result with half the effort. Switching between several cultivation methods consumed most of his energy, and time simply slipped away.

"Do I really have to cultivate the 'Diagram of Heavenly Evolution'?"

There was a consensus among modern cultivators: to cultivate a technique to a profound level, one must understand the laws it contained; to cast a spell, one must grasp its underlying principles.

Take the "Prison Thunder Charm" as an example. Before Venerable Prison Thunder, Falla, explored the Way of Thunder Current Flow, no one could cast it. But once the Way of Thunder Current Flow was understood, the "Prison Thunder Charm" could be cast with ease. However, if one were to imitate ancient cultivators who drew upon the power of lightning without even having the correct concept of "current," they wouldn't even be able to mimic the "Prison Thunder Charm."

Mainly cultivating the "Diagram of Heavenly Evolution" could indeed simply solve the problem of conflicting techniques. However, Wang Qi was not a biologist in his past life, so he couldn't deduce this mental technique to a higher level. The "Diagram of Heavenly Evolution" without deduction was essentially a flawed technique. If it were made the main cultivation method, it would only drag down the power of the various peerless modern techniques Wang Qi possessed.

"Do I have to rely on the long lifespan of cultivators to slowly level up my biology skills?"

This idea was immediately extinguished by Wang Qi himself as soon as it surfaced. Theoretical physics and mathematics were his specialties. In his past life, he preferred physics and mathematics over biology. Researching theory was a very dry endeavor; without a genuine passion, one couldn't persevere.

Every scientist on Earth who achieved great things, regardless of their personality or character, possessed a demonic obsession with their field of research.

"So what exactly was I going crazy about back then?"

Wang Qi sighed again.

At this moment, Zhen Chanzi, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly asked, "Do you really not know why you went crazy?"

"Probably just acted impulsively like an idiot."

Zhen Chanzi was silent for a moment, "You're wrong. You went crazy out of anger."

Wang Qi smiled, "What am I angry about?"

"You are not an ordinary person."

"Nonsense, a cultivation genius! How could I be ordinary?"

Zhen Chanzi explained, "No, no. I have cultivated for thousands of years and seen countless peculiar personalities. Some are exceptionally resolute, some are extremely fanatical, and some even sever themselves from the Dao. But I have never seen anyone like you."

"Old man, are you indirectly calling me a monster?"

Zhen Chanzi's voice sounded very light, seemingly with a hint of amusement, "You are not a monster, you are a madman."

"You're still insulting me..."

"I'm praising you," Zhen Chanzi said. "How much importance do you place on that village?"

Wang Qi remained silent.

"The massacre of the village, 'owing a life' – either of these events could crush a person. Yet you managed to go through it all with a smile. There are only two explanations: either you are inherently cold-hearted, or you are a madman."

"But since you feel you owe others, you can't be that cold-hearted. So, it can only be the latter. And when I guided your cultivation, you never cared about combat ability, only seeking to cultivate peacefully. But now, you actually care about the combat power derived from mental techniques? Heh, isn't eternal life enough?"

Zhen Chanzi paused, then chuckled, "So, you actually went crazy from anger. You suppressed your anger deep down, but the anger still affected you. At first, it seemed like you thought you had a sliver of hope to integrate these techniques? But aren't you someone who prides himself on being cautious and not gambling with his life? Weren't you taking a gamble?"

Wang Qi suddenly smiled faintly, "That explanation is quite reasonable. I just have one question: how come I don't know I went crazy from anger?"

"I haven't figured this out either. How exactly did you suppress such hatred deep within your heart while appearing outwardly unfazed? In fact, your anger should have been detectable if you had just asked yourself."

Wang Qi fell silent.

How much anger and hatred did he feel? The hatred of a destroyed home!

For Wang Qi, Dabai Village was the first place he acknowledged in this world, his "home." But one day, an abnormal disaster descended and razed this "home"!

The hatred of a destroyed home, an irreconcilable enmity.

Besides that, he also owed Li Ziye a life.

A debt is a debt, and it must be repaid. But what if the creditor is dead? How can it be repaid?

It cannot be repaid.

Since it cannot be repaid, then he would have to compensate with other things.

"It's true, I really want to kill those bastards from Emperor-Grade Heaven-Splitting Dao, that's why I've become particularly concerned with combat skills..."