Exploring Immortality Cultivation-Chapter 555 - 307: Why Seek Distant Horizons If You Have No Dreams?

Chapter 555: Chapter 307: Why Seek Distant Horizons If You Have No Dreams?

As the New Year approached, Wang Qi felt an inexplicable sense of urgency. Although his actions were often unpredictable, he always followed a plan. As the year-end neared, he would always feel one kind of urgency or another, refusing to carry the current year’s affairs into the next.

Zhen Chan mocked this behavior, "Kid, after all, you are a cultivator, someone on the path to immortality. You will have an untold number of ’years’ to live through."

"Do mortals not have to plan what they are going to do in the next two hours or what they should finish in this hour, even though a lifetime for them is roughly twenty to thirty thousand days, three hundred thousand two-hour periods?"

Wang Qi’s conversation with Zhen Chan didn’t hinder the work he was doing. This thread of consciousness was specifically set aside to guard against unforeseen events.

Invisible probability waves permeated around him, occasionally collapsing and condensing into various talismans. Countless talismans flickered around him, formless and shapeless; he was nearly mastering the ability to generate spells and control Wanfa with mind alone by borrowing the laws of Mysterious Palace.

Inside his body, another thread of consciousness manipulated the flow of the Life Flame. A year ago, it was completely beyond his control, only able to let it flow naturally or forcibly squeeze out a thread to pass on to others with Negative Entropy Force. Now he handled it as easily as moving his limbs. Wang Qi delicately directed the Life Flame throughout his body, passing through various acupoints, diffusing into every cell. He could even consciously suppress the Life Flame, reining in its fierce effectiveness to something approaching equilibrium.

The three Dragon Clan Coins were still calmly absorbing the power of the Life Flame. The laws born from "Thoughts Become Reality" were indeed miraculous; when Wang Qi began to suppress the Life Flame, the absorption rate of the coins also slowed significantly. Wang Qi dedicated a thread of thought to analyze the powerful Divine Skills on the coins, hoping to decipher the formidable abilities they possessed. However, the magical system of the Dragon Clan differed greatly from the Human Clan’s cultivation system, and thus far, he had no results.

Deep within Wang Qi’s consciousness, in a certain illusion, many more threads of thought were striving. The materials sent by Du Bin had all been recorded by Wang Qi, transformed into mathematical rules, and incorporated into a new model. Jarvis was driving this research forward with its powerful computational capabilities. Meanwhile, countless lines of "soul codes" were appearing and disappearing; with the ongoing experiments, the Divine Plague Curse in Wang Qi’s hands was also evolving.

The spells of Mysterious Palace were validated against Wang Qi’s knowledge from his previous life. The formulas extracted from the Daoist of Uncertainty’s manuscripts contained only the most essential equations. However, these magical scenes were depicted using mathematical language. Wang Qi currently treated these as breakthroughs, using specific moves from the Wanfa Sect or entry-level spells to supplement his incomplete Cultivation Techniques.

Everything was progressing well...

Just as Wang Qi was thinking this, he suddenly felt the mana within him starting to boil over. He shook his head with a faint sigh—alright, thinking everything was going well was merely an illusion.

He slowly calmed his mana. Instantly, the three Dragon Clan Coins exerted a suction force, like sponges soaking up water, twisting and drying up the scattered mana within him. After that, Wang Qi gathered the Life Flame, firmly suppressing it within his heart’s acupoint.

"Six years Foundation Establishment... Six years to Foundation Establishment... My Foundation Establishment has not even been two years, yet I’m already showing signs of approaching the Qi Cultivation Late Stage," Wang Qi said as he shook his head, exiting his cultivation state. If it hadn’t been for a fortuitous coincidence obtaining the "Thoughts Become Reality" spell, he really wouldn’t have known how to properly manage the excess mana.

"It feels like just a year or two ago I was dealing with Magic Foundation, and now I have to start designing the Golden Core that will suit me best," Wang Qi thought as he walked out the door and into the courtyard.

The weather had turned cold, but there were still molecules jumping in the air with a sweet taste. It was the aroma of brine mixed with animal protein and fat.

On the twenty-eighth, stew the meat. Today was the day when every household shared that tradition.

Wang Qi suddenly remembered something; he wanted to find Chen Youjia. According to his guess, on this day Chen Youjia would definitely have been holed up in the kitchen since early morning, motionless in front of a large pot waiting. But Wang Qi soon discovered there was no trace of her presence nearby.

"You’re talking about Youjia? She went out early this morning," Chen Feng replied when Wang Qi asked him, and then Chen Feng countered, "What do you need her for?"

Wang Qi’s tone held a hint of regret, "I have a friend who’s invited me to dinner tonight. I figured the restaurant she picked is quite upscale, so I thought Junior Sister would be happy to go."

Chen Feng shook his head, "You don’t have to do that, right? Those local cultivators from Divine Capital generally don’t look favorably upon us Sect Disciples. Don’t let it affect the evidence."

Wang Qi scratched his head, "No, it’s with Junior Sister Bao from my own Sect. You all met her the year before last, didn’t you?"

Chen Feng admitted losing his train of thought for a moment.

Brother, your rumored girlfriend traveled all the way to Divine Capital to ask you out, and in this kind of situation, you’re bringing another girl who’s fond of you... I really feel for the disciples of the Wanfa Sect... truly...

Wang Qi never felt there was any romantic ambiguity between him and Bao Xiaoya. In fact, their relationship was more like comrades than friends. They hardly talked about anything other than Mathematics, so Wang Qi never thought in that direction. However, he found Chen Feng’s reaction strange. Nonetheless, his priority was to find Chen Youjia and since she wasn’t there, he lost any interest in what Chen Feng thought and instead asked, "Right, what about my external-type Magic Foundation and buckle belt? You’ve been trying it for almost two years now, haven’t you? How do you find it?"

Chen Feng was puzzled, "What about it? Why the sudden interest? Thinking of charging a fee now?"

Wang Qi shook his head, "No, after a year of improvements, the cost of a single Memory Body has been reduced to one-twentieth of the original, and the refining cost of the buckle belts is only a fifth of what it was. I’m considering whether to open a small Illusion space [website] in the Ten Thousand Immortals Illusion Realm and promote it. As long as you upload your own Magic Foundation Deduction, you can get the refining diagram for the buckle belts and the general design principles of the Memory Body for free."

Chen Feng pondered for a moment, shocked, "Are you thinking of refining a multitude of Magic Foundations to perfect the Artificial Law Foundation Technology?"

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Chen Feng nodded, "Very effective. Thanks to it, the efficiency of designing Memory Bodies and then actually experiencing the effects of Magic Foundations is seven to eight times faster than mere deduction out of thin air."

Wang Qi nodded, "If others think the same way, then I can fully commit to it."

It was a long while after Wang Qi left that Chen Feng snapped back to reality, realizing with alarm, "I seem to have forgotten something... Damn it! Wang Qi! Youjia asked me to tell you that she might have to leave the Divine Capital this time!"

In front of Chen Youjia, a clay mini-stove burned lively with a copper pot atop it. The charcoal in the stove was hot, and the water inside was boiling. Slices of ginger glowed tender yellow, scallions a bright green, and chili peppers a fresh red; these vibrant colors tumbled up and down with the soup. Beside the soup, a plate of thinly sliced lamb leg meat—alternating layers of fat and lean, marbled like its bovine counterpart—awaited dipping into a sauce mixture of leek flower fermented tofu and finely ground sesame paste with fragrant oil. In addition to the lamb, there was no shortage of green vegetables, daikon, glass noodles, and tofu; along with designated plates for pork liver, chicken hearts, and beef tripe.

Facing such a culinary delight, Chen Youjia ate with restraint. If this had been with Wang Qi, she might have devoured the whole table alone by now. But at the moment, her meal was hardly enjoyable.

Across from her, a young man in his twenties watched her with a slight smile, "Sister, what’s the matter, doesn’t it taste good?"

Chen Youjia shook her head in silence.

"Father is just unwilling to give you any money; he’s probably thinking that you can’t stand the days without food and drink and that you’ll return home before long."

Chen Youjia spoke impatiently, "Someone will provide for me."

If Chen Youjia’s brother had been the unscrupulous type, he might have been seething with thoughts like "What is this bullshit reasoning?" or "Who is that scumbag obstructing my sister’s way home?" and been on the verge of exploding in rage to kill some boy who dared to get close to his sister. Chen Youjun, however, was a proper and rule-abiding man, who just smiled, "You can’t always trouble your friends. And all these years, it’s only been Chen Feng who you’ve gotten close to, and that’s because you’re from the same batch at the Leiyang Immortal Institute. Speaking of which, he’s known to be quite the soft-hearted person too; otherwise, he might not have put up with you."

Chen Youjia grew slightly indignant, "Don’t make me sound like a rotten egg. There are people who like... like me."

Chen Youjun shook his head, "Alright, alright, my bad. But still, sister, what’s the point of staying in this godforsaken Divine Capital? You should come home with me for New Year’s, shouldn’t you?"

"Never."

Chen Youjun urged patiently, "Actually, father already knows he was wrong..."

"Why doesn’t that old fool tell me that to my face?" Chen Youjia’s face showed distinct anger: "When has he not said ’I was wrong’ and then continued as before the next time? Has he ever cared about us in his heart? Has he ever cared about mother?"

"Father... he does think of us siblings too," Chen Youjun sighed lightly, "He just gets a little obsessed when he’s deep in thought."

Chen Youjia sneered, "I’ve seen other Seekers of Seeking Dao; they’re not all like him. Do you really think that all Seekers have to be like that?"

"You..."

"I said before I left home, this time I must create mathematical reasoning more impressive than his, to make him reflect on his worthlessness."

Chen Youjun asked, "And then what?"

"What?"

Chen Youjun’s tone carried a rare severity, "Have you thought about where you will go after you surpass father?"

"You’re just being petulant like him. Father never thought himself so great or that he’d achieved something noteworthy. If you’re not seeking some Dao, unraveling some mystery, understanding some principle, or expecting your research to change the face of Heaven and Earth, then you should aim beyond father’s level. If you only set your sights on father, it’s a bit of a letdown." (To be continued. If you like this work, we welcome you to come to QiDian (qidian.com) to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)

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