Enter the Immortal Cultivation

"That's what happened." In the Fantasy World of Ten Thousand Immortals, Wang Qi told Feng Luoyi what happened the day before. Holy Light, as a lower-level magical power of the Flame of Life, is more focused on the spiritual and soul fields. His exhausted spirit has almost recovered.

Feng Luoyi didn't seem to understand Wang Qi's intention of saying this. Wang Qi explained: "You want me to beat them all up - should we do some targeted training?"

Feng Luoyi looked at Wang Qi with a squint: "Why?"

"Ah? That, my magic power is definitely not as good as those guys who entered the door two years earlier..."

Feng Luoyi still shook his head: "If it's just a difference in magic power, the magic power within three times is not enough to bring about an essential difference."

For ancient magic cultivators, the amount of magic power can directly determine the outcome of a battle, but for modern magic cultivators, magic power is only one of the factors that determine the outcome. Magical power, spells, and martial arts can determine the outcome of the battle. This is like the fight between earthlings. When both sides use cold weapons, physical strength is the only factor. But once both sides can use hot weapons without restrictions, personal physical fitness is not so important.

Feng Luoyi looked at Wang Qi sternly: "Although I did ask you to win, don't disrupt your pace for this matter. Your first priority now is to study mathematics."

Then, the two began to study math problems again.

Wang Qi felt that this work was becoming more and more difficult. These days, Feng Luoyi always came with questions, and these questions were all sharp and profound. And Wang Qi could see that it was the way to prove the compatibility of arithmetic systems by transfinite induction. And as he and Feng Luoyi discussed more and more, the problems they encountered became more and more difficult, and the amount of calculation required became larger and larger. Feng Luoyi, who was in the same body as the mirror, undertook most of the calculations, but Wang Qi would still calculate until his mental strength was exhausted.

This made Wang Qi feel that he had underestimated the Shenzhou mathematicians. Apart from anything else, Feng Luoyi actually crushed him with only an incarnation, a divine thought and part of the calculation power. This made him feel that his plan for cultivation should be brought forward.

Whenever Wang Qi reached his limit, Feng Luoyi would instruct him on spells and martial arts, or exchange some technical ideas. Wang Qi would occasionally ask Feng Luoyi about some things about the construction of the law base.

Feng Luoyi was not a good master, but his theoretical level was very high. He did not teach his disciples mostly because no one could follow his ideas. But Wang Qi had accumulated knowledge for two lifetimes, and his mathematics level was slightly higher than that of Shenzhou. In addition, he was indeed extraordinary, so he could barely keep up with Feng Luoyi's thinking and learned something from him.

With each passing day, Wang Qi's strength was greatly improved.

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The Immortal Alliance Inn in the northern suburbs of Shenjing.

If there were modern practitioners coming to Shenjing, they would most likely come to the Shenjing Plain Area Living Research Hall, the Tianlingling Sect's outer station. Most modern practitioners were reluctant to enter Shenjing, so the Immortal Alliance's Inn was also opened next to the Research Hall, not in the city like other places.

Suo Wenhong held a jade cup and sat alone under the moonlight. The jade cup can enhance the color of the wine, making the amber wine look golden. His long black hair was loose, and he looked elegant.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Suo Wenhong praised: "This wine is good. Shenjing is indeed the most luxurious place in the world. I'm afraid that all the good things in the whole Shenzhou have been hit here."

"It's a pity that these descendants of the ancient method don't know that the real good things are always free." Another handsome man walked out of the darkness. There were several butterflies flying around him, and those butterflies were still shining with metallic color. A closer look showed that they were small mechanical beasts made of metal foil.

"That kid doesn't know how to live or die, and he will most likely choose to fight - after all, he is a banished immortal who has just entered the door and has not learned the rules of modern law." Suo Wenhong stood up and bowed, "Please be a witness when the time comes, Senior Brother Ran."

"Okay, okay. I can be considered half a landlord in Shenjing, right?" Ran Yingwei, the true disciple of Piaomiao Palace, smiled kindly.

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Wang Qi escaped from the Immortals Illusionary Realm again. After switching his vision back to his physical eyes, he found Chen Youjia looking at him. His expression… was probably a little confused. She asked: "Is there a senior who is guiding you through the Immortals Illusionary Realm? Is this your confidence in winning?"

Wang Qi stood up and said: "One of the factors. More importantly, I am a genius."

Looking at Wang Qi's unsteady steps, Chen Youjia's mouth curled up: "Stand firm first, genius."

"My recovery ability is also increasing. This consumption can be cured by eating a meal and sleeping."

"That's because you have been doing extreme training these days, and the Holy Light itself has been trained." Chen Feng pushed the door open and said: "There are still three days left. Apart from the last day when you have to rest well, you can still accept two more instructions from a senior. But I still think you have little chance of winning."

"Three times." Wang Qi waved his fingers: "You know the recovery ability of the Flame of Life better than me."

Three instructions, three hours. This is all the help Wang Qi can get from Feng Luoyi before the battle.

Chen Feng still lacked confidence. He sighed and said, "I will go with you to Dilang as a witness, so that you won't be beaten up and unable to get out of bed for ten days or half a month, and it will be my evidence that will be delayed in the end."

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On the seventh day after Wang Qi received the letter of challenge, in the eastern suburbs of Shenjing, eight monks, led by Suo Wenhong and Ran Yingwei, including Jiang Lin, were waiting for Wang Qi's arrival.

This is the training ground of the Xianglong Camp. The Xianglong Camp is the direct guard of the Daliang royal family, equivalent to the imperial guards in ancient China. This is an army composed entirely of monks, although most of them are quick-formed foundation-building monks, and only a few officers are truly at the peak of foundation-building. However, the three thousand Xianglong guards are still a considerable force. The place where they train naturally cannot be ordinary land that will be damaged by a single blow. This camp has long been covered with layers of spiritual restrictions. Unless the Jindan monks take action, the ground will never deform at all.

Suo Wenhong gently patted a fellow apprentice on the shoulder and asked, "How are you? Are you nervous? Although Wang Qi is a little crazy, he is still a true disciple of our sect and has some skills."

The disciple who was scheduled to fight was full of confidence: "Maybe I am not as talented as him, but I am two years older than him and have practiced for two more years."

"Here they come!" Someone shouted, and the group looked into the distance following the person's finger. I saw a large group of people rushing towards this direction from the direction of Shenjing City.

"A large group of people?" Suo Wenhong was a little confused: "Is this Wang Qi planning to find a large group of people to watch him get beaten?"

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