Chapter 167 – Eternal Range (IX)

Chapter 167

Eternal Range (IX)

It could also be that I’m thinking out my ass and that it’s just ‘system magic’. No, really. My understanding of kinetic energies and whatnot is not good. I might even be misremembering how microwaves work, though I don’t think I am. Why am I so sure? Because I developed a bit of a cancer paranoia in my teenage years about microwaves and learned them inside and out.

For the ovens and other crap? Yeah, I could totally be misremembering.

Regardless, whatever the reason, my art did approach the entire principle of interacting with laws in a different way than the cultivators of this world do. At least in regard to Qi.

“Here,” I whipped out the tome and handed it over. I could see it in his eyes that he would not drop it; something in him awoke, as he’d never so outright shared what were probably not the most obvious principles of cultivation.

**

Long Tao gingerly took the forcibly worn-out tome, hiding his excitement the best he could.

This strange Master of his… has done it again.

As soon as he saw the man casually cool the food without using Qi by itself, Long Tao recognized one simple truth: the man had created, once more, something outrageous.

And peeling back the pages of the aptly named ‘Art of Surviving’ revealed that, yes, he did indeed create something outrageous–perhaps not in the most obvious way, though. Long Tao imagined that if any of the kids read through this, they’d at best be slightly impressed. To them, there’d probably be no difference between using the art or just using Qi to do any of these things.

But there were differences.

The fundamental one stood out the most, sure–Master’s art somehow managed to interact with the world directly, essentially becoming somewhat of a chameleon. It didn’t merely mimic the properties of the element so much as it mimicked the element itself.

The more Long Tao studied, the more haggard his breathing became.

Not because of the art, no–for all its miraculous ideas, its effects were still very much in line with the low-tier art it was.

However… it was those ideas.

Ideas that lifted a haze in Long Tao’s mind–something that he couldn’t unravel in the thousands of years that he’d lived had just slightly moved. The path wasn’t open still, not really, but he could see the glimpse of it… and what mattered was that it existed.

As he finished it, he closed the book and glanced over at the man’s shuffling expression. It was clear that Lu Qi didn’t really know what he created–no, perhaps, to him, this form of thinking wasn’t anything unusual.

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It could be seen in other aspects, too, but this more so than anything else proved that the way his Master saw the world was radically different than the way most everyone else saw it.

Perhaps it was most evident in the way he handled the principle of vibrations.

For most martial artists, Long Tao himself included, the concept of vibrations was… difficult. Nobody quite understood why certain things vibrate more or less or why they do so at different frequencies. Yes, everyone understood that the mass and circumference played a large part, but the essence was… elusive.