Silavin
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5.2 M
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It was Geng Peng’s turn to guard the Arts Archive this fine evening. The head died down toward this mid-September day, the evening breeze starting to feel chilly. The cozy and perfect mood had Geng Peng sit down in meditation. He held a special spirit pool. A trickle of spiritual power drifted into the spirit pool, offering control over its spiritual energy. Like a toothpaste, Geng Peng squeezed out a particular spiritual energy. The black and white parts twisted together yet never…-
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“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…
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“So you’re saying that building a Cartesian coordinate system, or a three-element system, is hard? Is your sword art that complex and awesome that it can break dimensions?” Wang Qi worked on the problem while mocking Zhen Chanzi. The sword wave in his mind was no illusion, but what the ancient system called an indescribable art. A narrative had limited knowledge, making it impossible to convey arts beyond a certain complexity. The ancient system used a forced recording and…
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Wang Qi had every reason to blow a gasket at the mention of Ai Dinglan or when he noticed Geng Peng. On the day Arts Archive’s first floor opened up, Wang Qi took it upon himself to get the first pick by defeating a Foundation Establishment teaching assistant. Coincidence or not, it just so happened that Geng Peng was on Arts Archive guard duty at that time to handle new challenge requests. Li Ziye’s situation earned this man’s animosity. The dislike wouldn’t affect his…
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Modern cultivation found the notion of a blade or sword path laughable. No matter how big of a pedestal you put this notion of the blade on, you couldn’t change one simple fact—it was man-made, a byproduct of humanity. So why, pray tell, would the universe conform to making a fitting path to something born by man’s imagination? Modern cultivation had sword arts, magical or otherwise, but dispensed with the ancient system’s glorified idea of blade or sword path. Even the…
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In Immortal Institute’s curriculum, Spiritual Energy’s Nature Theory began in July, while Magic Martial Computing started at the beginning of September. Spiritual Energy’s Nature Theory looked at matter’s essence, or nature, to describe spiritual energy’s essence equation and turn it into a completely solvable physical quality. Magic Martial Computing’s lecture was about applying arithmetics to dissect martial and magical arts. All magical arts could be isolated into a geometric…
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Wang Qi sat cross-legged on his bed, making a full cycle. Inside his body, there was anything but peace. Wang Qi gave free rein to his spiritual powers to cycle by themselves, while his focus was on one particular acupoint. Two opposite spiritual powers raged inside. As the two powers clashed, the acupoint expanded. Afterward, Wang Qi thought he heard a boom and knew this was a sign of the acupoint going through a qualitative change. He rushed to pull back the two rampaging spiritual powers…
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Wang Qi check the book’s spine, Calculator Mind Theory. Wang Qi started. “Senior, what…” The old man laughed. “Sorry for eavesdropping on your conversation. Please don’t be angry, it wasn’t on purpose. Youngster, you have an interesting grasp on your resolve. It’s been so long since the last time I met someone like you. Those words you said, ‘I seek Dao, not become an avenger,’ filled me with joy, truly. You have a true grasp of what modern cultivation seeks…”…
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“What of the rest of you? Where is your resolve?” Wang Qi gave everyone a cold smile as he looked around. The usually noisy mess hall was now silent as a grave. No one spoke; no one replied. Wu Fan regarded his fearful schoolmates and lost all interest in lingering. He pushed Wu Fan aside and left the mess hall with books under his arm. Outside, it came to Wang Qi he hadn’t eaten. He rubbed his belly, grumbling, “That’s why I hate underachievers…” For a…
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