I am the best in the world (1): Silly and sweet is rising
Si Qi mainly explained a few things.
The most important one, and the one that people truly cared about, was that Si Qi was willing to publicly teach his cultivation methods.
As soon as this statement was made, it instantly drew wild applause from audiences all over the world!
Xiu Xiu had previously wondered, didn’t Si Qi say in other technological worlds that he wouldn’t teach cultivation methods to the humans there? The technological world should just focus on their own path; don’t be greedy and overreach. So why was this world an exception?
Si Qi’s explanation was that the original owner’s cultivation method was worldly, and it did not require long periods of meditation, nor did it particularly emphasize the martial domain. It was equivalent to improving people’s physical fitness and cognitive abilities without affecting their daily lives, indirectly extending their lifespan and reducing the proportion of childhood and old age.
This was a good thing that complemented and promoted human development, bringing more benefits than drawbacks. Human technological civilization would enter the fast lane due to the extension of lifespan.
Additionally, after people practiced this technique, it would be beneficial for stabilizing social order. Everyone would voluntarily refuse to commit illegal and immoral acts. The words spoken and the contracts signed would be subject to the scrutiny of the heavenly principles, having a more binding effect than written documents.
Moreover, with the supervision of the state, he believed that such unreasonable contracts like the one the original owner had will no longer easily occur.
As soon as Si Qi arrived in this world, he felt that this technique was suitable for vigorous promotion in every way and never considered hiding it. And the original owner concealed his identity and was unwilling to share the technique in the past because he knew the devastating impact it would have on the civilian class if the aristocracy in a feudal society gained control of this power. However, the current social system did not require such concerns.
The press conference had just ended a few minutes ago, and the world power within Si Qi suddenly broke through the 70% barrier. At this rate, breaking through the 150% barrier and allowing Chu Feng to regain all his memories was just around the corner.
In order to allow everyone in the country to practice cultivation, Si Qi spent nearly a month after leaving the press conference guiding the soldiers on how to properly get started.
At the same time, the enthusiasm for cultivation in the outside world showed no signs of waning. On the contrary, as time passed, the anticipation in people’s hearts continued to grow, becoming even more fervent.
Xiu Xiu, having nothing to do every day, would watch the silly discussions about his master by netizens online, and he found it extremely entertaining.
An article on a forum had gained a lot of attention, catching Xiu Xiu’s eye.
The title was written like this:
[The 99th Replay of “Idle Clouds and Wild Cranes” Live Stream, Yet Again Discovering a Mind-Blowing Detail]
“Does anyone remember when Master Si said in his best friend Chu Feng’s ‘Creepy Social Death’ stream, ‘If it were me, I would fly here and draw’? Now all I can picture is the painting master in ancient times, flying in the air with paper and brush, drawing down below. That scene is simply incredible.”
Netizens below were all commenting:
“Now that you mention it, I also…”
“I’m majoring in fine arts, and these past few days I’ve been taking a course on the painting master. The teacher, while lecturing, habitually tells us that the painting master had ‘extraordinary imagination.’ After saying this, the whole class, including the teacher, burst into laughter.”
“Hahaha, what do you mean by ‘the shrine of the lovesick’? It is clearly the Si Qi Expo! Master Chu doesn’t care about his reputation!”
“What Si Qi Expo? This is clearly the treasure trove of a star-chasing fanboy! (shakes head)”
“Hahaha, speaking of star-chasing fanboys, have you seen Mr. Dong’s social media account? He’s replaying and rewatching his idol’s close-up interactions 180 times a day, regretting it like crazy.”
“Looked at it, it really made me laugh to death. I would call him the unluckiest lucky fan!”
“What? He’s not even the luckiest. Last month, a girl posted a handwritten autograph from Si Qi online, and yesterday a wealthy person was willing to pay a billion for it, but the girl didn’t agree.”
“Damn, I’m really envious…”
“Envy +1”
“Don’t be envious, it’s not something you can achieve through envy. When the girl posted the signed item, Master Si’s identity hadn’t been revealed yet. At that time, many netizens were mocking her, but she didn’t care. That’s a true fan.”
“Sniff, if only I had used my own brain to think and judge when Master Si was misunderstood back then, maybe I could have gotten a signed item too.”
“Hehe, upstairs, are you still worried about missing out on an autograph? You should know how terrible Si Qi’s situation was at that time. A cultivator constantly framed and punished by the Heaven, surrounded by negative emotions day and night, constantly stimulating his inner demons, on the verge of collapsing into madness!! If Si Qi really fell into madness, with his strength, just one move could take the lives of several cities!! I shudder to think about it now!!”
“Damn, I regret it now. Back then, when public opinion was everywhere criticizing Si Qi, why didn’t I stand up and speak for him? I just blindly believed and listened, letting it go.”
“Hey, you up there, you can’t manage this even if you wanted to. Ever since Master Si Qi’s identity was exposed, the authorities noticed that his long-term harassment was very abnormal. Someone was trying to deliberately drive him into madness, so they were scared and immediately went to investigate the situation. So what happened? The entire agency, most of the staff were given a death order to bring down Si Qi!! Those employees, not wanting to lose their jobs, tried every possible way to smear Si Qi, throwing all sorts of dirt and filth at him, deliberately and premeditatedly ruining his reputation. At that time, most of the people online who were criticizing Si Qi were their subordinates. Any bit of information that was favorable to Si Qi, like Si Qi accidentally revealing his status as the richest person by attending the conference, they would immediately come over to confuse the facts and incite hatred. Even if a saint came, it wouldn’t be able to clear his name! I can only say that nowadays, there are too many people who take rumors at face value, and such situations will definitely happen again in the future; it will just be a different victim.”
“Not necessarily. Everyone is cultivating immortality, and every word they say must be responsible. Trolls and haters will definitely be eradicated, and I mean eradicated in the physical sense. After all, the way of heaven won’t spare a person with a filthy heart.”
“Hehe, will those who maliciously slandered Si Qi despite knowing he was innocent be punished? They should be, right? I bet they are already scared silly and now regret it to the core! Just for a bit of money, they deliberately helped to harm someone, trying to drive him to death. It’s unbelievable they could do such a thing! Anyway, I never slandered Si Qi i or spoke ill of anyone behind their back, so I don’t care at all~”
“This is what we call tit for tat, it’s not that the time hasn’t come. I’m just enjoying myself!”
“Because of the title, everyone, have you seen the TV series directed by Master Si?”
“Haha, of course we have. You’d be hard-pressed to find someone who hasn’t seen it.”
“…… Then you all must have heard Master Si’s last line, ‘Then let’s call him Chu Feng.’”
“Did you hear that? Isn’t this the story of how Si and Chu met? Although it’s not recorded in the historical texts, since Si personally acted it out, it must be correct.”
“Random passerby: So, the historical Si and that dynasty’s emperor were really close?”
“Upstairs, that’s already been debunked. The screenwriter of this TV series is a fujoshi, and her scripts always have a bit of that socialist brotherhood vibe. By the way, if you really want to ship a couple, isn’t Chu and Si the better choice? That’s the true, beautiful love story that spans a thousand years and mends a broken mirror!”
“Hey, I never would have thought that the process of Chu Si getting to know each other, which I didn’t pay much attention to when I watched the live stream before, would be so captivating from a different perspective… That moment when they met again after a thousand years and exchanged that look, it was just amazing. Every time I watch it, I get so excited I almost want to shout!”
“Yes, yes, this couple is really good, I’m so into them!”
“The key point is that when Master Si’s inner demon broke out, he and Master Chu got together directly! This couple is definitely real!”
“Yeah, even the artifact spirit admitted it.”
Seeing this, Xiu Xiu, with a big grin, tapped its little paws to reply: “Not artifact spirit, it’s Xiu Xiu!”
At the same time, the online traffic suddenly surged, and the world power on Si Qi also skyrocketed.
Noticing that something big must have happened, Xiu Xiu went online to check the most trending topics and discovered that the country had already officially announced the detailed regulations for the unified teaching of cultivation techniques. Starting next Monday, classes would be conducted in communities and schools, and within two months at the latest, the entire nation would be able to practice cultivation.
Foreign netizens were so envious they could cry. Previously, Chinese people would bypass the Great Firewall to access their websites, but now foreigners were finding ways to learn Chinese and consult dictionaries to keep up with developments in China day and night.
As soon as they heard that China would soon be able to start practicing cultivation, everyone was both envious and anxious, desperately urging their countries to quickly establish diplomatic relations with China. Why could Chinese people practice cultivation while they could only watch?
However, China was currently too busy teaching its own children to bother with others.
Months later, videos and news of “Chinese people indeed know martial arts”—oh no, “Chinese people all know how to practice cultivation”—were everywhere around the world.
For example, a child in China accidentally fell into the river under a bridge, and a young man stepped on the water surface to rescue him, effortlessly lifting the child to the six-meter-high bridge, where he was caught by onlookers.
For example, a cancer patient practiced some technique and then went back to the hospital for a follow-up, only to be found miraculously cured, prompting the doctor to exclaim it a medical miracle.
For example, a certain office worker, late for work and stuck in traffic, took out a practice sword and flew into the sky in front of everyone, demonstrating what it means to say “the potential of a person is limitless” and “don’t underestimate the power of perfect attendance awards!” After the news spread, a large number of office workers rushed to learn the sword-flying technique, indirectly solving the problem of traffic congestion during rush hours, turning the sky into a third unobstructed road…
Similar news happens in China every few days, making China the envy of the world. This momentum may continue indefinitely.
And ever since he passed on the cultivation techniques, Si Qi once again returned to his original role, as a merchant, to promote the development of this society.
He still had many, many heavy-hitting secrets, no less significant than the cultivation techniques, that he hadn’t had the chance to reveal…
As the world’s power within him grew day by day, and Chu Feng’s memories of being the main god were restored, Si Qi almost forgot about the existence of the Son of the World
One day, six months later, Xiu Xiu suddenly told him that the world’s power within the Son of the World had completely dissipated, meaning the other party had already passed away.
Si Qi was slightly taken aback, drew a teleportation array, and arrived at the prison where the Son of the World was held.
There, he saw Chu Feng, who was covered in the stench of blood, emerging from the darkness with a very grim and cold expression.
Chu Feng didn’t expect Si Qi to appear here and was clearly taken aback for a moment. Then he calmly stood in place, wiped the blood off his face, and gave him a warm smile.
Si Qi walked up to him, sniffed the lingering smell of blood on him, which had been there for an unknown duration.
Clearly, Chu Feng didn’t let the Son of the World die too easily. The vitality of a Nascent Soul stage cultivator is extremely tenacious, which became the most frustrating aspect for him when the cultivator couldn’t live or die.
Si Qi smiled, reached out, and held Chu Feng’s hand, saying to him, “Let’s go home.”
Chu Feng’s expression softened, and his tone was gentle, “Mm.”
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After regaining clear vision, what came into view were the distant snow-covered mountains and the endless snow-white forest surrounding them.
A group of sturdy men dressed in simple, rugged attire were vigorously wielding their massive swords, chopping through the jungle underbrush that was harder than steel. With each swing, a surge of sword intent burst forth, carrying an unstoppable force.
While these men were fervently busy searching for a way out of the perilous jungle, Si Qi sat leisurely by the campfire, sipping tea. His exquisite cloud-patterned brocade cloak was casually open, and a white mink fur collar wrapped around part of his face from behind. His narrow phoenix eyes were comfortably narrowed, and his already stunningly beautiful face became even more enchanting under the flickering firelight, dazzlingly captivating.
Just as this group of people was bustling with activity, busy finding a way out of the perilous jungle, Si Qi sat leisurely in front of the campfire, raising a cup of tea to drink. His exquisite cloud-patterned brocade cloak was casually open, and a snow-white mink fur collar wrapped around half of his face from behind. His narrow phoenix eyes were contentedly narrowed, and his already stunningly beautiful face became even more enchanting due to the flickering firelight ahead, dazzling and breathtaking.
Four seventh-grade masters stood around, taking turns to channel their internal energy to drive away the cold air surrounding Si Qi. In front of them, a dedicated servant was constantly gathering firewood in this dangerous place to keep Si Qi warm. All of this was because Si Qi’s current identity was the eldest son of the Si family, one of the most distinguished people on this continent.
In this world where martial prowess was paramount, where anything could be obtained through strength, mortals were as insignificant as ants.
However, the original owner was the luckiest mortal in this world because his parents came from two prominent families. His mother was the legitimate eldest daughter of the Qi family, and his father was the current head of the Si family. From the moment he was born, he had power, status, and wealth.
The only thing that caused a ripple in his life was when his mother passed away when he was four years old. His father immediately brought back a younger brother, who was only a few months younger than him, along with the brother’s biological mother.
After the relatives on the mother’s side learned about this matter, they felt it was a great disgrace. The act of immediately bringing in a mistress and child into the house after the wife’s death was equivalent to publicly slapping their faces. For this reason, they were willing to tear their faces and confront the Si family.
The elders of the Si family were equally furious about why the original father would do such a thing. They repeatedly urged him to drive out his mistress and illegitimate child, not wanting to disgrace the Si family.
But the current head of the Si family and this mistress were truly in love. Despite facing immense pressure, he insisted on keeping his lover and son, determined to give them a rightful status.
The two sides fell into a prolonged stalemate, and the disputes between the two families escalated. In the end, the older generation of the Si family had to swallow their pride and apologize to the other family, promising that no matter what, the next head of the family would be Si Qi, and that the boy brought in would never inherit the Si family’s assets.
Although the family over there wasn’t pleased, they thought that since Si Qi had half of their bloodline, the Si family would eventually belong to Si Qi. They could only endure it like they had swallowed a fly and became even more affectionate towards the original owner.
Little did they know, this situation didn’t last long. When the original owner turned six, he underwent a talent test. To the astonishment of both families, the original owner, who was expected to inherit the excellent bloodlines of both sides, was found to have no magical or martial talents. This left everyone from both families completely dumbfounded.
What was even more baffling was that the son born to the mistress had not yet undergone a talent assessment, yet he had already mastered the internal energy on the training ground, with potential so rare it was almost unheard of.
Both families felt very uncomfortable about it, but a promise was a promise. Even if the original owner had no talent for magic or martial arts, he was still a child of both families; and even if that boy had exceptional potential, he was still just a lowly-born illegitimate child.
Everyone could only hold their noses and let Si Qi continue to be the heir of the Si family. However, while treating him as the next heir, they no longer had high hopes for his growth. They treated the original owner like a fragile item, carefully attending to him, not allowing him to touch anything dangerous, and not letting him get involved with anything related to martial arts, as if raising a precious pet that no one liked.
The original owner, from childhood to adulthood, had no idea how many times he heard others sigh in front of him, wondering how he could be such a useless mortal, using a gaze that seemed to accuse him of being a disappointment to everyone.
But the original owner’s constitution was just like that; what could he do? He grew up under the evaluation of “you can’t do it” from others, lost his mother, was despised by his father, and the elders of the family hated his incompetence, treating him like air.
He was unwilling to accept this, so he repeatedly tried to prove his abilities in other areas. He went into business, studied hard, and researched tools, showcasing his talents in various fields. However, in a world that revered martial prowess, everything he did seemed to others like a waste of time, a diversion only a mediocre person would engage in. His talents, in the eyes of others, appeared self-destructive and lacking ambition.
No matter what, without martial arts talent, he could only be an ordinary mortal.
The so-called efforts and resistance of the original owner were seen by others as innate rebellion, as evidence of trying to cause them trouble.
Even because the warriors of this era were not afraid of the severe cold, wearing only simple clothes even in the harshest winter, everyone followed the trend of rugged clothing. However, the original owner found the coarse linen short sleeves very crude and uncomfortable to wear, so he specifically asked someone to sew beautiful patterns on soft silk with needle and thread, layering them one after another. Combined with his god-like handsome face, the effect was stunning, almost like a work of art, beautiful to the extreme.
Everyone not only didn’t think he had any talent or was extraordinary, but they also mocked him behind his back, saying he was too effeminate, not masculine at all, not imposing, and looked weak at first glance.
The elders in the family advised him countless times not to dress so flamboyantly and not to embarrass the family. Even in winter, he should wear short sleeves and walk around in the cold wind; that was what a man from the Si family should do.
The original owner had long been accustomed to people around him shaking their heads and sighing, thinking that everything he did was wrong. Naturally, he couldn’t take in these words, stubbornly sticking to his own views and continuing to do what he believed was right.
For example, when everyone in the clan was carelessly scooping rice into bowls and wolfing it down, the original owner, with a small bowl in one hand and bamboo chopsticks in the other, leisurely savored the various fresh and delicious dishes on the table. His meals must be exquisite and visually appealing; they couldn’t be too bland or too strong.
Not only when it came to food, but in every aspect of his life, he was meticulous. Unable to practice martial arts and not being expected to, he spent his days pondering how to make his life more comfortable. Others shook their heads and sigh, thinking he was just making trouble for himself.
Such an unconventional style, of course, attracted a lot of attention from the outside world. People eagerly mocked the next head of the Si family, calling him a useless person without any martial prowess. Not only did he lack martial skills, but he was also so weak and pretentious that he had no fighting spirit, even less than a woman.
While the original owner’s reputation was declining day by day, almost becoming a disgrace to the Si family, his younger brother Si Wu, due to his natural talent and the support of the family, became increasingly outstanding and dazzling. Within less than two years of entering the world, he had already gained considerable fame, and was on the verge of becoming the most dazzling new star on the entire continent.
However, the more brilliant he became, the more it highlighted the original owner’s bad reputation. Everyone thought the original owner was incompetent and unworthy of managing the Si family’s business, and they felt it was unfair to Si Wu, who was exceptionally talented.
As a result, the original owner was further accused of being incompetent, a natural-born rebel, mentally unstable, and now, unworthy of his position due to a lack of virtue.
Even an ordinary person could secretly criticize the original owner, saying that someone like him would have died early if born into an ordinary family, and there was no way he could have lived to this day. It would be better if he knew his place and died early, making way for Si Wu. That way, everyone might even praise him for dying well.
As the original owner was about to come of age, he would soon “take everything that should belong to Si Wu” and completely inherit the position of family head. Suddenly, a new secret realm opened up in the Magic Martial Continent, and the master of the secret realm was the fallen Holy Realm Master who had been dead for a thousand years.
On this continent, when a powerful magic warrior died, their body automatically transformed into a secret realm. These secret realms often contained all the power the magic warrior had in life, as well as various treasured martial arts techniques. As long as one passed the trials, they could automatically obtain them.
This also meant that as long as someone obtained the legacy of a Holy Realm Master, they could become a future Holy Realm Master.
Such a powerful temptation, one that hadn’t appeared in a thousand years, was enough to drive the entire continent mad.
Even the original owner, who usually disliked fighting and killing, insisted on having experts from his family come to protect him as he entered the secret realm to obtain the legacy.
He was convinced that as long as he obtained the inheritance of the Holy Realm Master, even though he was a mere mortal, he could soar to great heights, transforming from a despised wastrel into a top-tier master whom everyone would look up to. He could even lead his entire family to dominate the continent.
After hearing the original owner’s proposal, the family quickly agreed to his request. They sent a group of experts to escort him into the secret realm. However, they didn’t consider that in such a place filled with powerful beings, where even a ninth-grade master could perish, the original owner, who hadn’t dealt with danger in over a decade, might not be able to come out alive.
You should know that the secret realm was full of trials; even a random blade of grass had undergone special enhancement, capable of easily severing a mortal’s finger, causing the original owner to die without a sound.
But the original owner still came. His family invested heavily for him, sending two eighth-grade Masters and six seventh-grade Masters as guards.
Such a luxurious lineup would be enough to sweep away all the enemies in sight and seize the ultimate inheritance in other secret realms. But here, even eighth-grade Masters needed to be cautious, because no one knew when they might encounter traps left by the Holy Realm Master and meet their demise.
Not to mention, they were also guarding a mortal who could be blown away by a slight gust of wind.
After entering the secret realm, the original owner was soon tormented by the unpredictable and bizarre weather. This kind of snowstorm, which others could easily ward off with a bit of internal energy manipulation, left him with blue lips and his body stiff as a rock.
Everyone had to stop and wait for him to warm up before continuing on, and they even had to clear the grass in front of him to make it easier for him to walk. His weak and incompetent ways of dragging everyone down made the idle magic warriors around him, who already looked down on him, even more disdainful.
They couldn’t imagine the pain of the original owner accidentally taking a deep breath and having his lungs frozen and torn apart by the cold wind. They also couldn’t imagine the fear of the original owner walking through a jungle as sharp as a blade, where his limbs could break at any moment.
If they were mere mortals, they might not even have the courage to enter this place, but they lacked the empathy to put themselves in the original owner’s shoes. They only mocked the original owner for being useless, for moving slowly, and then smugly leaving behind the so-called Master of the Si family, heading first to the next exploration point.
It was shortly after they left that deep night arrived.
The bright moonlight illuminated the snow-covered ground, cold, desolate, and eerily white.
The original owner, who had been feverishly sleeping, was suddenly jolted awake by the sound of beastly roars. As he opened his eyes from his dream, he was horrified to see that countless monsters with blood-red eyes had surrounded the entire camp without him noticing. The tent above him had been silently taken down, and the experts who were supposed to protect his safety had all left. In the vast valley, he was the only living person left.
And at the high point where one could overlook this area, the younger brother, who shouldn’t have been in the team, suddenly appeared here, followed by a group of experts, all of whom were expressionlessly watching him amidst the beast horde.
Huang Bo, who had been by his side for over ten years, taking care of him like family, was smiling and talking to the younger brother, as if he didn’t see that his master was currently in a life-and-death crisis.
The original owner panicked. He lifted the blanket, trying to save himself, but his heavy body, weakened by illness, made it difficult to even sit up. After being exposed to the wind and snow all night without realizing it, he couldn’t put up any resistance against the fierce beast at this moment.
He looked desperately at the people standing under the moonlight, trying to call for help. The next moment, his body sank, and he was ruthlessly pounced on and bitten to the ground by the monster.
The intense pain of his flesh being torn apart made him let out a heart-wrenching scream. The scream echoed throughout the valley, piercing the silent night sky. However, the group of people on the opposite side showed no reaction, quietly watching as he was devoured by the monsters, his flesh and entrails greedily torn and chewed.
Under the pure and flawless moonlight, he watched helplessly as his body was being devoured piece by piece. His once elegant and graceful face was now a grotesque mess, and tears slowly flowed from the one remaining eye. Blood surged into his torn throat, making a terrifying “gurgling” sound. He raised his pale, bony hand and slowly reached towards the direction of those people, desperately pleading, but not a single one of them showed any sign of sympathy.
In this moment of utter despair, he finally understood everything.
But it was too late to understand.
His body was devoured by countless monsters, their cries of anguish growing fainter and fainter. After a long and torturous ordeal, he disappeared from this place, leaving behind vast patches of glaring crimson and just a few scraps of flesh and organs.
The boundless wind and snow continued to sweep across the snowy ground, soon covering the chaotic footprints and the blood beneath, erasing this crime that was destined to be ignored.
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Time returned to the present, Si Qi sat in front of the fire, rubbing his forehead which had unconsciously started to ache from the cold.
Uncle Huang was still bending over, gathering firewood for him, occasionally hitting his lower back in pain, showing a distressed expression.
Normally, the original owner might have softened and said, “I don’t need the fire, you should rest,” to let Uncle Huang take it easy.
But now, Si Qi said calmly: “The fire is too small, it’s not warm at all.”
Huang Bo paused for a moment, then quickly showed a loving smile and eagerly said, “Alright, I’ll warm it up for you right away!”
After saying that, he hurriedly ran over with the firewood, making the fire pile bigger and the flames hotter.
Si Qi ignored Huang Bo’s occasional sideways glances, which were meant to express his hard work, and seriously drank the hot tea in his hand to feel a bit more comfortable.
He was now an ordinary mortal, lacking the strength to shatter alloy steel plates with a single punch like a 2S-level Alpha, and he no longer possessed the tribulation-level cultivation that could summon winds and rain with a mere gesture. He could not sense any “magic” or “energy” within him, making him a genuine waste.
This made Si Qi ponder deeply about the difference between mortals and magic warriors.
Was it because of their meridians? Or their physical constitution? Or perhaps their mental compatibility?
Si Qi took another sip of tea, doing his utmost to gain a bit more warmth, calming his mind to contemplate the memories left behind by the original owner.
The reason the continent was named “Magic Martial Continent” was because this world contained a special magic martial power, similar to the spiritual power of cultivation or the magic power of the magic world. Those with the corresponding qualifications could harness these powers to perform martial techniques akin to magic. A swing of the sword can unleash thousands of ice blades, and a swing of the ax could summon searing flames.
So the power of magic and martial arts did not only exist within the body but also in every corner of this world.
Si Qi picked up a twig, and his pale, soft fingertips gripped it, causing tiny, almost invisible bristles on the twig to prick his fingertip, forming a blood blister. It felt as if he was holding a cactus full of thorns.
He frowned, took out a smooth, delicate handkerchief from his storage ring, folded it several times, wrapped it around the twig, and began to write and draw in the snow.
While adding firewood, Uncle Huang secretly took a glance at what Si Qi had drawn. He only saw an incredibly neat circle in the middle, connected by a few lines, resembling a star.
Around the star, there were a bunch of seemingly mysterious, almost text-like symbols, intricate, orderly, complex, and wonderful, just like Si Qi’s usual style—luxurious and beautiful to the extreme—but utterly useless.
Once again, it was one of those beautiful but useless things related to the fleeting pleasures of life.
At this point, still thinking about these trivial matters, a useless person was indeed useless.
Uncle Huang took a glance and walked away with disdain.
Si Qi put down the branch and quietly looked at the magic circle in front of him. He reached out to touch the space above the circle but encountered something transparent, invisible, and incredibly hard.
It seemed that, as he expected, although his body could not communicate with the magical and martial forces of the world, the magic circle inscribed with spells could, because the carrier of the magic circle was not the flesh but the natural substances imbued with a bit of magical and martial power.
In other words, the spell knowledge he learned from many magical worlds could be applied in this world.
The spell drawn in the snow was too fragile, and the magical power in the accumulated snow was not high enough. Si Qi kicked it a few times and could clearly feel the protective shield trembling.
He needed to find some better magical conduits.
—But what was the perfect magical conduit?
Si Qi glanced at the expensive and luxurious jewels adorning his clothes like stars, then raised his elegant, fair wrist, showcasing the exquisitely beautiful red agate silver chain bracelet that looked like a piece of art.
Each large gem quietly rested between his pale, slender fingers, understated, reserved, beautiful.
Si Qi gently curled the corners of his blood-red lips.
In this world, what could be a more perfect magical material than natural gems born from nature?
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