The Moment a College Student Had a Thought, the World Suddenly Opened Wide

The Spiritual Qi was so dense that, paired with his Electronic Cigarette, Chen Zhuo felt as if he had soared straight up ninety thousand miles!

"So, so, so—so damn good!"

There was no doubt about it.

Chen Zhuo had used his Vaporized Spirit Medicine Inhaler—commonly called an Electronic Cigarette—every day before, but he had always used it in places where the spiritual energy was merely average.

Now he was using it somewhere the Spiritual Qi concentration hit fourteen points. How could he describe it?

It was like drinking water after eating a mint. In an instant, coolness filled his mouth, and even his brain felt a jolt of ice!

After a puff of his Electronic Cigarette, Chen Zhuo's cultivation speed doubled!

After all, most of the Immortal Estate's Vaporizing Agents worked by accelerating the circulation and metabolism of spiritual energy, making cultivation faster.

Under these conditions, the higher the surrounding Spiritual Qi concentration, the better the medicine worked.

Only Injection Fluid carried medicinal power of its own, but that power was relatively steady, so it cost considerably more.

Most pills in the Ancient Immortal Realm, on the other hand, were simple and brutal. Once swallowed, they delivered a surge of medicinal power, forcing the user to refine the Spiritual Qi inside and thereby break through to the next realm.

The Ancient Immortal Realm's pills might have seemed better, but in truth, the Immortal Estate's Injection Fluid had the edge.

For one thing, after taking them, one cultivator could focus on cultivation while the other had to refine Pill Power.

More fundamentally, there was the problem of Pill Toxin.

The Immortal Estate had shifted from directly absorbing medicinal power to increasing the rate of Spiritual Qi metabolism precisely to prevent Pill Toxin from accumulating and causing irreversible damage to cultivators' Spirit Meridians and Qi Seas.

There was no helping it. Cultivators in the Ancient Immortal Realm lacked that understanding. Immortal Estate Cultivators knew Pill Toxin could bring endless trouble, but to those in the Ancient Immortal Realm, what even was Pill Toxin? They could neither see nor touch it. Better to swallow the pill and raise their cultivation now.

Chen Zhuo cultivated cross-legged for most of the day before ending his session. He opened his eyes and breathed out.

"This environment! Half a day of cultivation here was worth more than half a year in the Immortal Estate!"

Chen Zhuo sighed. Now this was a true cultivation environment.

The Spiritual Qi concentration in the Immortal Estate was far too low.

Chen Zhuo had no doubt that even the mortal world of the Ancient Immortal Realm might have denser Spiritual Qi than the Immortal Estate.

In an environment like that, no wonder students whose spiritual energy sensitivity was in the twenties, nearly thirty, needed seven or eight years to reach Qi Refining Sixth Layer.

If those students were all brought to the Ancient Immortal Realm, every one of them would probably become a pillar of their sect.

But this was no time to dwell on that. Chen Zhuo had his own problems to consider.

Cultivation was a cultivator's most important time.

No one would casually spy on a cultivator at work, especially not an ally.

After all, even a sweep of Divine Sense could sometimes cause trouble for someone cultivating. During seclusion, cultivators therefore blocked Divine Sense, leaving no one certain what was happening inside.

When some cultivators entered death retreats, those outside could not even tell whether they were alive. They could only wait until the agreed time, open the Cave Abode's doors, and find out.

Chen Zhuo called this "Schrödinger's Death Retreat."

Until the Cave Abode's doors opened, no one knew whether the person inside was alive or dead.

That being the case...

Even if Chen Zhuo was a "Heavenly Spiritual Root prodigy," once he announced he was entering seclusion, a Golden Core True Person would at most keep an eye on the area around his Cave Abode. They would not barge into his privacy and inspect the inside without restraint.

He would have plenty of chances to return to the Immortal Estate World.

All things considered, he did not need to worry about his "Two-World Style" turning into a "Mortal Style."

Then there was this Heavenly Spiritual Root...

Chen Zhuo felt a headache coming on.

He had checked the store before.

A Spiritual Root with a spiritual energy sensitivity of eleven to nineteen points—the inferior one he was using now—cost five thousand Spirit Coins.

In the Ancient Immortal Realm, a Spiritual Root with a sensitivity of around fifty-five was generally called a Heavenly Spiritual Root.

A Spiritual Root of that caliber cost...

Millions of Spirit Coins.

A Single-Attribute Spiritual Root usually cost between 1.5 and two million.

The more roots it had, the higher the price.

A Five-Root whose five Spiritual Roots all had sensitivities around fifty-five sold for nearly fifty million.

That was right. The Immortal Estate World valued the opposite of what the Ancient Immortal Realm did.

The Immortal Estate World prized multiple Spiritual Roots.

It was not because the rules of the worlds differed.

When a cultivator was born, the Spiritual Roots in their body had a natural bias.

With only one root, spiritual energy was concentrated in that root. Its sensitivity was strongest, while the other four faded until they could barely sense spiritual energy at all.

Four-Roots and Five-Roots were weak because all their roots could absorb spiritual energy. Spread evenly among them, each root's sensitivity became lousy, slowing cultivation to a crawl.

The Immortal Estate favored multiple Spiritual Roots because most of its roots were artificial. It could guarantee that all five had sensitivities above fifty!

What was more, advancing to Spirit Transformation later required complete mastery of the Five Elements.

Artificial multiple Spiritual Roots in the Immortal Estate World were naturally expensive as hell.

"For now, I can only take things one step at a time."

Chen Zhuo let out a long sigh.

Someone was probably standing guard for him outside this room on the Immortal Boat.

With the Formation active, no one could spy on him inside.

But Chen Zhuo could not casually return to the Immortal Estate World yet. What if the Golden Core True Person Senior Brother Zhao had mentioned arrived and wanted to see him? They would open the door and find him gone.

He might throw the entire Southern Wasteland Immortal Cultivation Realm into chaos.

At the very least, Chen Zhuo had to remain in the Ancient Immortal Realm until he reached the sect and settled everything. Only after announcing that he was entering seclusion to study the Sword Treatise could he find time to return to the Immortal Estate.

"Luckily, I got plenty of medicine on credit from Senior Sijing. I can cultivate for at least another month. I'll wait."

Chen Zhuo exhaled and quietly resumed cultivating. "I might have to skip classes for that month, though. I could fail when grades come out at year's end... Wait. Isn't skipping class exactly what a student at Junior College in the Mortal Class is supposed to do?"

The moment the thought of Junior College struck him, the world suddenly opened wide!

That was right. I was at Junior College. Why the hell would I be afraid of skipping class?

And Chen Zhuo was not even a conventional Junior College student. He was in a three-plus-two program!

He had come up from the Mortal Class!

As an ancient sage once said, if you went to Junior College and never skipped class, what the hell kind of school were you attending?

So he would skip!

"In that case, back to cultivating! I'll reach Qi Refining Sixth Layer soon and get ready for a new life!"

With that thought, Chen Zhuo decided to try his hand at another poem.

Ever since composing one that morning, Chen Zhuo had felt he had a gift for poetry.

Someday, with a sword and a wine gourd, he would roam the world, reciting poems as he went.

Now that had style!

Unfortunately, he seemed to have used up all his poetry for the day. Chen Zhuo could only regretfully put it off until another time.

The Immortal Boat hung in the sky, towering like a mountain.

The Qiwu Sword Sect's Magical Treasure, the Sword Boat, hovered directly above Cloudford Market City. A sea of clouds surrounded it, lending it the air of a mighty immortal's domain.

Zhao Shu stood on the deck, his heart racing. Only after most of the day had passed did he calm down a little.

He had given his room to Chen Zhuo, leaving himself without a room aboard the Immortal Boat.

But that did not matter.

Zhao Shu knew very well that he was over two hundred years old and nearing the end of his Foundation Establishment lifespan. He had yet to break through to Golden Core. This was as far as he would go in this life.

He only hoped that helping Chen Zhuo today would earn the Zhao descendants a favor from him in the future, so that he might protect the clan when danger came.

At that thought, Zhao Shu turned abruptly to Steward Xiao beside him and asked coldly, "Have you found out everything?"

"Senior Brother Zhao, I have!"

Steward Xiao cupped his hands.