Applied Immortality

“Oh really? Just try following tradition and I’ll smack you.”

Wang Qi snapped. “Shit, since when did I switch to exhibitionism?”

“The first time you tried following tradition.”

Wang Qi reminded himself.

A large part of a Myriad Arts Sect disciple’s strength came from their computational power and calculation approach. Limiting would, at most, weaken their computational power, since they couldn’t forget how to math. Compared to other sects,  Myriad Arts Sect disciples had it easier when it came to restricted spiritual power. Geng Peng was an example, as was Su Junyu.

Su Junyu might train in the White Marsh Algorithm, with most of his strength being in anticipation and evaluation, but his defense and offense relied on magic items. That being said, deducing the Cultivation the Gathering’s cards still had him meet the standard of a five best Foundation Establishment true disciple.

Amazingly, he had perfected Heavenly Position in Foundation Establishment Realm and could grasp Celestial Harmony. By Golden Core Realm, he should perfect it as well, Cosmic Trek, Arrow Controller, Eon Light, the true sense of myriad arts.

Su Junyu was the hardest Foundation Establishment teaching assistant to beat, a boss like Ai Dinglan.

Under Xiang Qi’s weird look, Wang Qi slumped in his chair in annoyance, instructing Zhen Chanzi, “Give me another sword art.”

“Not enough! If I could dissect it, then Su Junyu with his skills, experience, and cultivation could do it even faster. One’s not enough. More!”

Zhen Chanzi was worried. “Won’t it affect your modern sword art learning process?”

“Unlikely. I’ve asked and Myriad Arts Sect’s first step in all of their sword arts is to observe, dissect, and use hundreds of different sword arts. Only by repeating the process until I grasp the pattern tying them together will I earn my right to train in Myriad Arts Sect’s sword arts.”

Zhen Chanzi accepted his explanation and imparted two more arts.

Having found the trick and having the computational power to rival a high-end computer, Wang Qi made quick work of their formulas.

Wang Qi stared at the sky, the afternoon’s group training class was fast approaching. He reckoned he still had time for another match, so he cupped his hands. “Senior Brother Su, shall we?”

“Eh?” Su Junyu raised an eyebrow. “Confident, I see.”

“Hardly.”

Wang Qi giggled, reaching out with his right, the ripples remained contained as they took the shape of a blade.

His new move piqued Su Junyu’s interest. “Pretty good. Nice attitude, too.”

Wang Qi adopted a stance he grasped from the many ancient sword art formulas he found. It conformed to the sword path, but was not found among any of the sword arts he learned. He came up with it himself.

Su Junyu tapped on the cards in his hand, folded them, and then placed them face down on the table. He took two steps away, “Come.”

Wang Qi recalled the formula and his feet shifted.

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“Aren’t you attacking?” As Wang Qi’s face went through a full range of emotions, Su Junyu’s patience ran out.

Wang Qi sweated. “Let’s just call it a day…”

“No enemy is stupid enough to wait for a Myriad Arts disciple to run their numbers.” Su Junyu said, “A fight against a Myriad Arts disciple is decided before it begins. Since you won’t start, then I will.”

“Charging all over isn’t good. Consider the consequence- oh crap!”

Wang Qi cried out as Su Junyu kicked.

“Pff.”

“Real laugher doesn’t have such precise sounds.”

“Pf, ff.” Wu Shiqin gave another sarcastic and exaggerated laughter, noticing Wang Qi’s grimace.

Wang Qi was grumbling since Su Junyu beat his ass over nothing due to his wrong math at noon. The teaching assistant teaching the freshmen simple magical art today was from Scorching Metal Valley, somewhat of a fireball fanatic. As he watched Wang Qi spin around the fireball in his hand, he praised, “This kid’s got talent.”

Once the afternoon group training was over, he hit the library to borrow some random rough sword arts. These things were junk to mortals. Wang Qi then grabbed his little friend again for a new sparring session.

—I don’t think I should be explaining to you why I’m training this sword art…

Wang Qi’s temper got the best of him when his schoolmate cracked up on the ground. “Laugh it up!”

Wu Shiqin said through laughs, “You cracked the essence of sword arts with math, but you suck so bad at them you don’t know how to use it. I’ve never heard it happen before.”

Wu Fan chuckled before sighing, “Wang Qi, your distress is different than ours. I’ve yet to even understand how math can solve sword arts…”

Wu Fan’s poor talent made him sensitive to these things. Wang Qi’s annoyance was related to his math level, a cut above his peers.

It’s like two civilizations, one stressing over making stone tools, while the other discovered nuclear fusion yet was vexed over the newly discovered ways of using bronze. All in all a useless skill.

Nevertheless, the former would have to climb the tech tree step by step, while the latter would skip through it.

Wu Shiqin finally calmed down from laughing to talk normally. “Is that why you’re training in these crude sword arts, to find a way that ties them and math together?”

Wang Qi’s twisted face nodded. “Please help me out.”

Wu Shiqin nodded. “Just in time. I’ve got a sword art from the Arts Archive’s first floor today. You don’t mind using it on you, do you?”

Wang Qi sneered. “By all means.”