Exploring Immortality Cultivation-Chapter 382 - 135: That’s All There Is to It

"It's nothing more than that."

Chen Feng's words hit Ran Yingwei like a heavy hammer to the chest.

It's nothing more than that... It's nothing more than that...

Those were clearly the words he said after he was caught in an Illusion Technique!

Suddenly, his face turned pale as he began to sense his Mechanical Butterflies.

"Stop looking, your self-destructing butterflies are real, and so are your wounds," Chen Feng said with a mocking smile. "It seems your hostility towards me is not minor at all, making such a rapid decision to self-destruct the mechanism within seconds. Since you hate me so much, how could I possibly stop the mechanism from self-destructing? Therefore, I didn't intercept that soul signal."

Ran Yingwei looked blankly at Suo Wenhong, hoping his friend would say something. The Flow Control Type III Mechanical Butterfly is an extremely precise Mechanical Beast, especially the scales on its wings, which serve as the Casimir device for the Vacuum Zero-Point Energy Furnace—they're naturally not cheap. The group of butterflies was a reward from the Sect, worth enough to bankrupt a Golden Core Cultivator; he could never afford another set. If he couldn't make Chen Feng pay for some of it, his combat effectiveness would drop to thirty percent of its peak for a long time—but if he exploded the mechanism in combat, there was no reason to ask for compensation!

However, the response he wanted never came.

Chen Feng sheathed his dagger, signaling that the duel had concluded. Ran Yingwei's throat made a rasping sound, but it turned into a sigh. "When... how did you do it?"

"The moment your defenses were torn and your body was exposed," Chen Feng said without turning his head. "Under the triple amplification of the Life Flame, my own mana, and the spells of Yangshen Pavilion, I overwhelmed you on a spiritual level instantly. Then I temporarily severed the connection between your senses and your physical body and set up an illusion in your mind. Originally, I wanted to draw out your tactics for the next fifty seconds in half a second, but to my surprise, you decisively chose to blow up the mechanism—had your mechanisms still been in place, combined with the spells of Mysterious Palace, you wouldn't have been without a chance to win."

"Cough... cough..." Ran Yingwei coughed up blood and slouched to the ground.

Chen Feng suddenly stopped, turning away from Elder Xiao and others, and said, "Strong is strong, weak is weak, not reversed by the subjective state of the parties. My mana is stronger, my spells more sublime; even if your spirit is as clear as a mirror, as sharp as a knife, as vast as the sky, it's useless. If because of some unbearable past, my combat power drastically falls, then what am I cultivating Immortal Dao for—by the way, your secret techniques are quite good."

This time, Wen Huang's expression was truly complex. He screamed, "How can you just use Telepathy like that! You know that's against the law!"

"Sorry about that, but your hostility was really too obvious, and as a Law Enforcement Officer, I have this power." Chen Feng turned and walked back to his own formation.

Wang Qi, however, was staring at Ran Yingwei, as though pondering something.

"The reason this true inheritor of Mysterious Palace didn't use spells is probably not because of underestimation, right?" He mused, "Probably because of insufficient computing power."

Taking a single Flow Control Type III butterfly as a discrete element in space-time, each flutter is a state change. These butterflies themselves can be seen as each cell scattered in a rule grid.

This is a model known as "Cellular Automata."

To maintain the flexibility of the Butterfly Group, Ran Yingwei could not possibly keep the butterflies in the same location at all times, which meant that the difficulty of leveraging a power model for the Butterfly Group greatly increased. What's more terrifying is that Cellular Automata, besides having no fixed mathematical formula, are complex in composition, have many variants, depict complex behaviors, and have a very critical issue—the system is chaotic. The attractors it uses to describe convergent types of motion are not periodic or linearly mundane attractors, but strange attractors, chaotic attractors.

Chaos Mathematics has not yet branched out as an independent field. Only the Mathematics Lord has some preliminary research on the problems of "bifurcation" with functions and the "Three-Body Problem," and it cannot yet be called a complete, applicable systems science.

Ran Yingwei didn't use spells because he couldn't. All his computational power was used to maintain the existence of the Butterfly Group.

Chen Feng stood beside Wang Qi and Chen Youjia. Wang Qi elbowed him and asked, "Hey, Boss, what's this unbearable past all about?"

"You and Suo Wenhong are about to fight, are you confident?" Chen Feng deflected the question, "You're the main character in this duel!"

"I don't have the assurance of certain victory, but I do have a fifty percent chance," Wang Qi said confidently. He was ordered to act arrogantly, so naturally, he would avoid contests where he wasn't at least ninety percent confident. But now...

All the swagger had been taken by you, Boss, so wouldn't that make me, as the protagonist, look very low?

"Insufferably arrogant!" Suo Wenhong, who had just helped Ran Yingwei back to the edge of the arena, sneered, "You're going to fight me? Ha. I admit that among the forty-seven... forty-eight true inheritors of my generation in Wanfa Sect, I'm towards the bottom, but that's still better than a bottom-feeder like you!"

Wang Qi whispered to Chen Youjia, "Forty-eight... suddenly feels like this true inheritor status is pretty cheap!"

Chen Youjia stepped on Wang Qi's foot and turned away in disgust—she didn't like this way of talking, but out of self-awareness, the girl still spoke up, "Thirty years make a generation. During these thirty years, true inheritors are recruited irregularly, plus every year an Inner Sect Disciple is promoted to true inheritor. After thirty years, if one has not found the path of Primordial Spirit, they are automatically stripped of true inheritor status; those who advance to Primordial Spirit after twenty years do not count as disciples, and currently, our Sect has eighteen direct promotions to true inheritors and thirty promotions from Inner Sect Disciples."

"In storybooks, they always talk about a Sect's dozen true inheritors or a few great inheritors, sounds so powerful..."

"Idiot, that means the Modern Immortal Path is orderly and then Wanfa Sect is a large family with a great task!"

Seeing Wang Qi and Chen Youjia still whispering, Suo Wenhong was the first to lose patience. He stepped into the center of the arena, drew his sword, and roared, "You bastard, are you ignoring me?"

"Sorry, sorry," Wang Qi apologized with a smile: "By the way, you did say you'd decide how we fight, right?"

"Do you want a pure comparison of sword skills?" Suo Wenhong snorted, pondering his chances of winning if it came down to pure swordsmanship.

Wang Qi's swordsmanship just now was astonishingly impressive! Suo Wenhong felt that solely relying on swordsmanship without spells, he might not have a fifty percent chance of winning.

"No, no, no." Wang Qi shook his head, a flash of golden light in his eyes, "If I were to ask Senior Brother to suppress his mana to below the Foundation Establishment Stage, I'm sure you wouldn't be satisfied—how about this, suppress it by half, and then we use all means at our disposal for a true match of spells, how about that?" fгeewebnovёl.com

Suo Wenhong's expression became frightening, "Are you sure you only want me to suppress by half?"

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