“Come look, doesn’t this pattern look familiar?”

Wang Qi flipped to a heavy tone, a stark contrast from his earlier ‘exuberance,’ making sideliners think [Weirdo!]. Wu Fan and Mao Zimiao looked over.

The stall owner was simple and honest, offering plenty of rice and fish in his porridge. The pattern drawn in the bowl lingered for a moment longer, though not nearly enough for the two to see it.

Wang Qi frowned and picked at his food again.

And again.

Mao Zimiao asked, “Isn’t that the Storing Thoughts Art’s diagram? It’s normal to be familiar, nya.”

Wang Qi didn’t give up and kept drawing in food. “It’s not that… I know I’ve seen it elsewhere.”

“You should focus on refining the fruit instead, nya.”

Wang Qi was annoyed with the food not staying still. He gave one last try, drawing at super speeds. The second the chopsticks left the bowl, Wang Qi flicked it with a finger the next moment.

With a ding, the bowl let out a white mist. As it lifted, his friends saw the mackerel porridge turning solid on the bowl’s bottom, the sought-after pattern immortalized. For the most part, at least, since he was still a beat too late.

Wang Qi used Celestial Entropy to sublimate the water and skip the boiling phase.

Wang Qi turned smug. “Owner, I’m buying the bowl! I want it! Bring the check!”

The owner was a portly middle-aged man, running over and bowing. “Sir Immortals, you’re too important for one such as myself to ask for money…”

Wang Qi was perky. “Do I look like someone who uses people?”

The boss rushed to say, “I could never, ever… But if I may be so bold, what has young master gleaned from the mackerel porridge after eating Immortal Newton’s fruit?”

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Wang Qi chuckled. “This right here.”

Wang Qi slipped the bowl to Mao Zimiao. “Zimiao, remember to give it back later.”

“Nya?” Mao Zimiao cocked her head. “What for?”

“Memento.”

The cat-eared girl blinked and blushed. “M-memento, nya?”

Wang Qi rushed over to where the spirit boat was docked without looking back. To the shock of all the spectators, he jumped off the dock.

Transcendent Newton was a heaven-gifted genius. His time was when the modern forces and ancient forces were at a standstill.

His birth broke the stalemate.

Modern cultivation’s legend had it that Transcendent was the embodiment of fortune and perseverance, blessed by all creation. Through wild fruits, heaven and earth passed on the three great principles to Transcendent. The three great principles were all-encompassing, the discovery that made him.

Like all legends, they tended to blow it out of proportion, especially those ancient cultivation superstitious feudalists. Nevertheless, Transcendent became enlightened under a fruit tree, becoming Unfettered. The tree, due to his achievement, was affected by Transcendent’s energy, absorbing his insights into the world’s nature.

Similar to the Mendel clan’s peas, the Ai clan’s crabapple hardened resolve, helping cultivators grasp Dao. By refusing to refine the fruit’s energy, it would turn into a mystical, magical art.

Ai Changyuan used this effect to simulate a Foundation Establishment’s ability in the Qi Refining Stage.

The Cracked Peak Island young genius floated through the streets with the girl, Lu Qianqian.

The girl didn’t get to fly by herself, just hanging in the air without control, spinning around at the slightest breeze. She shouted from her dizziness, “Put me down! Just let me go, Changyuan!”

Ai Changyuan was the caster, and his control was better than Lu Qianqian’s. Adopting the same flying style as Magneto from the movies Wang Qi saw, he struck a carefree figure. At her words, he flew to a roof.

Lu Qianqian eased a breath as she felt the tiles under her fingers.

Ai Changyuan bit into the crabapple. “Is there a problem?”

“Ugh, don’t just grab people whenever!” Lu Qianqian sat on her knees and teared up.

Ai Changyuan glanced over with a smile. “I was right to be friends with you, Little Qian!”

“I rather disagree with my careless choice of friends…”

Ai Changyuan swallowed hard and asked. “Little Qian, what do you think of that guy?”

“That guy?” Lu Qianqian put her index finger to her head, making faces. “You mean the one who ate from the crabapple?”

“He managed to bite twice, which makes him my friend.”

Lu Qianqian held her head. “You should change your weird habit of making friends! Normal people can’t handle one bite, with no Secular cultivator capable of taking three.”

Ai clan’s crabapple had paltry spiritual energy, but what made it really special was an Unfettered’s insights. The tolerance of Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, and Golden Core cultivators—of the Secular Stage—in how many bites they could take was related to a person’s comprehension and perception of Dao.

For Ai Changyuan, only those Secular people capable of taking a bite of the crabapple were worthy of his attention.

An aura flew towards them.

Ai Changyuan looked over and smirked at Lu Qianqian. “Here comes the nuisance.”

A Qi Refining youth wearing Langde Immortal Institute’s clothes came into view. He jumped with a movement art before Ai Changyuan. “Dear little brother Ai, you’re here as well. Did you also come to beat those Argent Apex losers? I’ve just finished with an interesting one. Come and try it too.”

The two happened to fly where Argent Apex Immortal Institute and Langde Immortal Institute clashed.

The new guy reached out to Ai Changyuan.

Ai Changyuan smacked his hand away. “Not interested. Leave me alone.”

The youth’s smile dropped. “What’s that supposed to mean, Ai?”

“Hu, cut the act.” Ai Changyuan shrugged. “We haven’t seen eye to eye for a while now.”

The Hu youth’s reply was cut short as a bright sword wave flashed, his attention diverted.

Ai Changyuan’s heart stirred, and he smiled. “It’s that guy… Hmm, Argent Apex?”

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by Aunomay Read