Exploring Immortality Cultivation

In a short amount of time, Liu Yunxiang had understood the true nature of the incident.

Clearly, this was a cultivator who, even while hurriedly traveling, did not forget to study math problems and ponder spells. These Seeking Dao Seekers were utterly obsessed with the Dao to the point of madness, though they weren't typical among cultivators, their presence wasn't rare either.

Plus, considering that her own sect's cultivation techniques were indisputably genuine, and the recent "attack" had caused no real harm, Liu Yunxiang lost the intention to pursue the matter further. The elder waved his hand, dispersing the surrounding Wanfa Sect disciples, then said "Please, feel free" before returning to his own room.

The only ones still standing before the girl were Wang Qi, Huangfu Lian, and Mo Zhenzhen who were the closest to this place.

The girl wiped her Storage Bag, producing a pair of plain white chopsticks wrapped in a handkerchief, and then bowed her head to tend to the barbecue. Her bangs fell forward, hiding her large and bright studies. Although her face was expressionless, Wang Qi couldn't help but brain-fill her sparkling eyes with eagerness.

What's going on!?

Shouldn't the classic 'fall-from-the-sky' gourmand girls land on balconies pretending to be sunbathing quilts and then softly and cutely say, "I'm hungry, I would really appreciate it if you could treat me to a full meal"? What's with this silent commandeering of someone else's dinner? Not even a "Thank you, you remind me of my brother"!

Come to think of it, just as we were discussing the 'fall-from-the-sky' trope, someone actually fell from the sky. Is such a blunt transition even real?

Huangfu Lian said in a low voice, "This feels pretty awkward... Shouldn't we have gone back to our rooms with the others just now?"

Wang Qi wanted to agree, but the rumblings of his stomach compelled him to follow his instincts: "To be honest, I'm really hungry now—especially seeing someone else eating."

"Now it's neither here nor there to stay or leave..." Mo Zhenzhen muttered also in a low voice.

The girl flipping the meat overheard their conversation and beckoned: "If you're hungry, come and sit down. Don't worry about me."

It sounds as if you were inviting us...

Wang Qi grimaced. He was genuinely hungry, so he walked over to face the girl, took out the cutlery Mo Zhenzhen had prepared earlier, and extended his chopsticks towards the cooked meat. Unexpectedly, the girl turned her chopsticks around and pushed Wang Qi's chopsticks away with the other end of hers.

Wang Qi was taken aback, "Is this... guarding your food?"

"The meat isn't sufficiently cooked yet," the girl said solemnly.

"Ah?"

"The key to delicious barbecue is to cook it over a high heat, so that the surface of the meat quickly dehydrates and releases fat, mixing with the flavors of the incense, while the inside remains juicy," the girl regretfully adjusted the fire below: "The flame isn't strong enough, and if I use my mana to stoke it, I might make it too intense..."

The fire is too low because your descent extinguished it with the gust of your landing!

Wang Qi sighed, "I don't mind." After saying that, he reached out with his chopsticks again.

The girl flicked her wrist, tapping the end of her chopsticks on the tip of Wang Qi's, then exerted force with her wrist and forcefully pushed his chopsticks back.

"We must cherish food and not waste it," the girl maintained a natural tone as if stating a universally known truth: "We must only eat food at its most delicious, otherwise it's a heinous waste."

Still not over?

Wang Qi was somewhat annoyed. With a flick of his hand, the chopsticks lashed out like a venomous dragon, stabbing swiftly at a piece of meat. In his hand, the chopsticks seemed to turn into a little spear, both level and fast.

The girl's chopsticks flipped continuously, resembling a surging Jiao Dragon, wave after wave warding off Wang Qi's "attack." Suddenly, Wang Qi's chopsticks chopped downward, and seizing the opportunity, the girl extended her chopsticks, clamping down on the middle of Wang Qi's chopsticks with the tail of hers.

A gleam appeared in Wang Qi's eye. The girl's move showcased a strong level of swordsmanship, which exhilarated Wang Qi to the point of almost forgetting his original goal. His wrist turned over, the chopsticks stirring the air as if in water, from small ripples to large waves, creating innumerable sword flowers. The girl's wrist vibrated, clashing with Wang Qi's chopsticks eighteen times in a brief period, each time the pair of chopsticks precisely intersecting and limiting Wang Qi's movements, yet preventing him from retracting his chopsticks.

"Hey!" Wang Qi no longer relied solely on his wrist, but used the strength of his elbow as well, the sword momentum elusive between reality and feint, and though every move was the most basic sword technique, he executed them with a unique flair and endless variations.

Set theory is the mathematics that can unify all of mathematics. The completeness theorem that Wang Qi had comprehended was not merely limited to one basic sword move.

In a moment, the pairs of chopsticks had clashed over a hundred times. The girl once again reversed her chopsticks, and with a lash of the tail like a whip, explosive strength snapped Wang Qi's chopsticks in two. Wang Qi could not discern whether he really wanted to eat the meat, spar with the girl out of spite, or simply affirm his swordsmanship. He drew another pair of chopsticks with his left hand and thrust again as if they were swords.

The girl's chopsticks extended like lightning, clamping down on Wang Qi's chopsticks, and what was a fencing match turned into a test of strength. But Wang Qi found the girl's application of force to be extremely clever—the state of tension maintained between her wrist and the chopsticks seemed to defy intuition. No matter how Wang Qi struggled, she could shake her wrist and effortlessly defuse the force.

"Determinant, major matrix calculation?" Wang Qi felt a sense of enlightenment and spoke the term for "matrix operation" in this world.

The way the girl transmitted energy was based on the same principles of mathematics that connected to the Bai Ze True Formation Slash.

Suddenly, the girl released her chopsticks, and Wang Qi, unable to hold back his force, drove his chopsticks straight into a piece of meat. When he retrieved them, the meat came up with his chopsticks. Piercing through the surface of the roast, the juice that spilled out delivered the enticing aroma characteristic of proteins. The girl said indifferently, "That piece happened to be just right."

Wang Qi was astonished, "You actually calculated that step?"

During the recent "duel," not only had the girl completely suppressed Wang Qi's sword momentum throughout, but she had also been monitoring the roast meat, timing the release of her chopsticks so Wang Qi would pierce a perfectly cooked piece!

"Your stance is very steady, your basics solid – among True Disciples, few are stronger than you. But your swordsmanship is still too immature. In other words, your swordsmanship has reached the stage where 'what others cannot, you can,' but you yourself don't even know how far your swordsmanship can really go," the girl casually flipped the remaining pieces of meat. Then she looked up, speaking very seriously, "When it's time to eat, you'd better move fast."

"What does that mean?" Mo Zhenzhen and Huangfu Lian, who had gathered around, asked.

The girl stated very seriously, "Once I start eating, I don't concern myself with anyone else."

"A refreshingly honest reason." Wang Qi was defeated by the earnest girl before him, "Suit yourself... I must go!"

Yet when the girl started eating, Wang Qi realized just how wrong he was. Her eating manners were refined and delicate, but her speed was frightening. Most astonishing of all, as one mouthful of meat was swallowed, the next was already being brought to her mouth, her chewing uninterrupted throughout the process.

Soon, the girl had devoured the roasted meat with the ferocity of a whirlwind sweeping up leaves. She wiped her chopsticks clean with a napkin, packed them away, then stood up and bowed to Wang Qi and the others, "Thanks for the hospitality." Then, in a flash, she disappeared.

Wang Qi suddenly called out, "Hey! Miss! Leave a name, will you? What are you called?"

Regrettably, the figure was gone, leaving only echoes beneath the night sky.