Like in the monthly examination, the written part lasted from morning till evening.

As Jiongli was at a lower latitude than Argent Apex, winter days were longer, so when Hu Jianghao finished the test, the night began to fall.

The Hu guy looked around. Ai Changyuan was already out, no surprise there, being lovey-dovey with his precious crabapple. The other first-rate disciples of Langde Immortal Institute were mostly finished as well.

After finishing the test, the disciples mostly returned to their rooms to rest for the martial test rather than wander the streets and absorb the new scenery. Hu Jianghao noticed a few of the remaining disciples were familiar. He walked over. “Little Qiu, aren’t you going back to cultivate?”

The guy’s calculations were among the fastest in Langde, finishing much faster than others. He whispered with a grin. “Brother Hao, look.”

Hu Jianghao followed his finger to see an Argent Apex Immortal Institute group. It was odd how the center of the group was a deflated demonborn. Hu Jianghao asked, “What are they doing?”

Little Qiu smiled. “Waiting for Wang Qi.”

“Huh?”

“They believe Wang Qi will take the test.” Little Qiu chuckled. “I was the first to hand over my paper and asked those that finished after. Everyone saw Wang Qi enter.”

Hu Jianghao smiled. “Ai Changyuan is also waiting for Wang Qi?”

“Totally. If not for Lu Qianqian hanging around him, I’d pegged him to be gay.”

“Ha-ha!” Hu Jianghao laughed. “The written test is almost over. We could spare the time as well.”

He was a cautious man, taking things slow, hence finishing so close to the end of the test.

Mao Zimiao stared hard at the light barrier. “He’ll come out for sure, nya!”

Wang Zhenqi held her face. “You’re obsessed, wan! Ah’Miao, you’ve fallen hard!”

Mao Zimiao shook her head hard.

She understood Wang Qi well enough to know he would definitely keep his words on the back of the paper.

At some point, the floating calculator shook and the light pillar waned.

Very few still lingered within the light pillar and all spectators were watching on to catch a glimpse of one person.

Hu Jianghao widened his eyes.

Hu clan’s legacy was in optics, and he had the sharpest eyes as a result. The others noticed him soon after.

Wang Qi was sitting cross-legged at the edge of the square. He wore white and had pale skin, yet a faint smile on his face. The hands held in a sign pointed he might be cultivating. The air was so tranquil around him, that one would think he died, except he was still breathing.

He was so peaceful, that no one knew how to wake him up. One person next to Hu Jianghao whisper-shouted. “After all this time, he’s only here to sleep.”

Mao Zimiao walked over and called. “Little Qi?”

Wang Qi opened his eyes. “Yo, Zimiao.”

A night breeze blew and Wang Qi appeared to have sucked all the splendor in the area.

Mao Zimiao’s ears twitched. “Great, nya! You’re alright!”

Wang Qi smiled. A trickle of blood leaked from his nose, dying his immaculate clothes with a dit of scarlet.

Wang Zhenqi panicked and threw Mao Zimiao to the side. “Heavens, wan! A perv! He can’t control himself after seeing Mao’er!”(Tamon: mao’er can also mean kitten.)

Wang Qi realized he was bleeding from the nose and cried out. “There’s no theory to support having a nosebleed just from rampant desires. This is a result of my flaring injuries!”

Wu Shiqin’s gaze was piercing. “On account of your priors…”

“Hey, I’ve never even gotten a warning from the Behavioral Office! How did you get my behavior on record?”

Wang Qi felt victimized.

After all this drama, everyone’s gazes turned from ‘a warrior of impressive character’ to ‘mom, a perv.’ Seeing no hope in salvaging his reputation, the bookworm flung his limbs with despair. “Fine, fine, since you all see me like this, I won’t nag… ow, mommy! Hey, who can help me up? Damn, this hurts!”

Wu Fan offered as Mao Zimiao asked in concern. “Where does it hurt, nya?”

Wang Qi grimaced. “Joints…”

“Little Qi, you hurt them as well?”

Wang Qi shook his head. “Recall how I deduced Evolution Chart last time?”

Mao Zimiao nodded. “Yeah. Due to the disorder of physiological functions, your immune system attacked your joints—is that it again?”

Wu Shiqin was curious. “What’s that?”

Wang Qi smiled. “Let me start over.”

— — —

When Wang Qi woke up, the first sensation was the extreme pain in his throat.

His nose felt hot and so thirsty he might let off smoke. All of that was accompanied by heavy dizziness.

His grave wounds made it impossible to use spiritual sense and had to do it the old-fashioned way, by looking. The first thing he saw in his narrow vision was the unfamiliar ceiling.

Wang Qi whipped his head about. [Neck, ok, breathing, fine. In no immediate danger of dying.]

[Now what the hell happened?]

The agony his body was under didn’t match the lack of wounds on his body. His heartbeat was steady yet his spiritual sense was in chaos.

“It feels and looks like deviation.” Wang Qi muttered as he recalled what happened.

[In simple terms, I forcefully cultivated another weird art and deviated.]

Adding fractal dimension to the cultivation method led to dimension convergence, meaning the axis warped. If he had some training in Heavenly Position Art, incorporated calculus and other parts involving algebra, as well as convergence mathematical sciences into his cultivation, he wouldn’t be in this mess. It would’ve been simple for Wang Qi to cultivate a cultivation method on the same level as Celestial Harmony, the Infinite Heavenly Position.

However, Wang Qi was behind in getting his vast math knowledge to interact with his cultivation. He had to bend a knee.

The warping of the axes meant the collapse of the Book of Geometry, which worked within Euclidean geometry’s principles. As he tied Book of Geometry with Divine Hexagram Computation, it fell as well. Looking inward, one would see faint cracks on the yin-yang diagrams.

[This sucks…]

“You’re looking worse for wear, Wang Qi.”

A voice came from his side. Unable to use his spiritual sense, Wang Qi had to struggle to turn his head to Ai Dinglan.

The Gene Valley true disciple was leaning on a chair with her arms around its backrest emphasizing her assets. “Wang Qi, you’re in for it now. Your entire cultivation is in ruins and every spiritual power is on a rampage. You won’t be able to even twitch for days.”

Wang Qi let out a breath. “It’s still within acceptable range.”

Ai Dinglan asked filled with interest. “You can still take it?”

“Deviating brings disaster, but disaster offers Evolution Chart the opportunity to advance. It’s a blessing. Isn’t your Heavenly Spirit Range’s cultivation method tough?”

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by Aunomay Read