Chapter 89: Practice Makes Divinity
Mao Zimiao got used to Wang Qi’s occasional flair for weirdness. She ignored the foreign words, ‘shocker’ and ‘pick-up hand,’ saying, “I get the feeling you’ve learned more than you’re showing.” (Tamon: reference to the anime A Certain Magical Index, whose main character has the same ability on his right hand, which also happens to be how he gets girls.)
Wang Qi raised an eyebrow. “What gave it away?”
Mao Zimiao pouted, “Even I reached the entry level of the Evolution Chart, nya. Next would be a slow but constant improvement with consistent effort. You’ve learned more than me, Little Qi. There’s no way you’ve only mastered one magical art, right, nya?”
Wang Qi gaped. [Is this the power of intuition?]
Recently, he’s been focused on studying Spiritual Energy’s Nature Theory, with a casual interest in electromagnetism. Thunder Cell was ‘as long as it’s electric, even an ascending tribulation is nothing’ kind of cheating art. Since the discovery of Thunder Cell, he never heard of anyone failing a lightning tribulation. But the principle of this magic art was Faraday Cage, a discovery of the 18th century on Earth. It wasn’t even considered that advanced. Wielding it came easy to Wang Qi, the problem was the limmited computing power stopping him from using it fully.
In today’s modern cultivation society, math was beyond paramount, critical even.
The deeper Wang Qi’s understanding of spiritual energy’s nature became, the more he grasped his cultivation methods. Many of the mental arts exhibited great improvements. As he sorted out his past-life math knowledge, his martial prowess increased alongside it.
Instead of figuring out Wang Qi’s strength, Mao Zimiao asked, “Little Qi, are you confident in passing the tests, nya?”
“Tests?”