Applied Immortality

“What’s your relationship with Transcendent?”

All jumped at his words. Even the people eating around looked over.

Transcendent was wildly known as the first immoral cultivator genius in eighty thousand years!

If Newton hadn’t lit the way, the world would dwell in endless gray.

This youth was connected with that revered figure?

He gave a faint smile and a casual wave to recall the apple with a magic art. Looking at it, he spoke with mild surprise. “You went and ate half…”

The baby-faced girl panicked. She stammered towards Wang Qi, “I-I-I’m s-so sorry! He doesn’t mean anything bad by… Quick, go find your teacher to take the pulp out! Hurry!”

The youth smiled at her. He stood up and walked over and smacked the half-eaten apple on her head. “Stop embarrassing me. He’s somewhat different…”

The girl teared up. “E-e-even more so! H-he’d lose his path!”

The youth turned to her with a haughty look. “Kitty, wanna fight?”

The demonborn girl’s tone turned threatening. “Talk! What did you put in that fruit?”

The youth gave a thin smile. “It’s a coincidentally found postcelestial spirit item…”

“The guy could never do something that incredible,” Wang Qi said, reaching out to stop Mao Zimiao. “It’s Transcendent’s crabapple, isn’t it?”

The youth frowned. “You know of it?”

“I’ve eaten Gene Ancestor Mendel’s… bean.” Wang Qi’s smirk was weird. “The crabapple has a trace of insight into the three great principles, along with the countless theories and restrictions they have. I’d never believe you for a second if you say it’s not from Transcendent.”

Everyone turned to the youth’s apple.

Transcendent’s crabapple! The thing was the stuff of legends, holier than the Bible!

The youth was oblivious to Ai Dinglan’s terrible puns and ignored Wang Qi’s odd expression. “Are you from the Mendel clan?”

Wang Qi shook his head. “Purely coincidental.”

The youth shook his head. “I’m Transcendent’s descendant…”

“Liar, nya!” Mao Zimiao had it out for the youth.”The whole world knows Transcendent was committed to Dao and never had children.”

The youth explained. “True, Ancestor doesn’t have descendants, with his father passing away much earlier. However, Ancestor was raised by his mother’s family, the Ai clan, and all the items Transcendent left behind after ascending were inherited by my clan. That’s why I claim that my Ai clan is a descendant of Transcendent. I am Ai Changyuan, of the Cracked Peak’s Ai clan.”

“Cracked Peak, from Langde Immortal Institute.” Wang Qi smiled. “The examination just got interesting…”

Ai Changyuan eyed him. “Aren’t you going to refine the crabapple’s energy? While a great tonic, Ancestor’s insights could also trigger deep impressions in your mind.”

Wang Qi sat instead. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

Ai Changyuan blinked. He turned the apple around and bit from the other side. He chewed over with consideration and rose in the air after swallowing.

Wu Fan gasped. “No way, flying? That’s in the Foundation Establishment Stage!”

Wang Qi shook his head. “He’s merely relying on Newton’s apple to use a magical art.”

[Damn, the dude sure knows how to show off. Far better than me!]

The girl, Xiao Qian was still worried for Wang Qi, but since Ai Changyuan left, she winced. “Changyuan, again you… ugh. Don’t! How embarrassing!”

“Shut it.” Ai Changyuan gestured and the girl lost any sense of gravity, floating in the air. She rushed to press her rampant dress and cried, “Changyuan!”

“Ah-ah, we’ll talk once we get back.”

With the two gone, Mao Zimiao and Wu Fan sat back down. The catgirl was troubled. “Little Qi, how do you feel, nya? Should I look for Senior Sister Ai…”

All this time, Wang Qi had been absorbed in picking on his porridge. Hearing Mao Zimiao calling him out, his eyes lit up, “Ah’Zimiao, I think I found a blind spot.”

Wang Qi looked excited. Mao Zimiao didn’t know how to react, simply saying, “Nya?”

Wang Qi slapped the table and shot to his feet. “Mendel’s pea, Newton’s apple, they’re the first two Eurekas! Yes, the next ought to be Phytagoras’ hammer, followed by Thales’ amber, Sumerian ruby…”(Tamon: reference to the Eureka manga.)

[Wah-ha-ha-ha, you don’t fool me Dao bro! You’re just an otaku that loves playing with obscure references! Your average isekai won’t have a clue!](Tamon: otaku=people with engrossed interest in manga, anime, video games, and computers. Isekai=traveler to another world.)

[But that’s a manga I’ve read, ha! That’s why, muda, muda, muda, muda, muda!](Tamon: muda= no use from Japanese. JOJO reference)

Mao Zimiao and Wu Fan shared lost looks as Wang Qi cackled in the background. “What’s he doing?”

“Don’t mind him, he’s lost it.” Zhen Chanzi pitched in.

Wang Qi took the mackerel porridge bowl, declaring, “Come on! Let’s set off and find all Eurekas!”

He then stuffed himself with the porridge.

Only to pause midway. Wang Qi stared at the mackerel and the rice inside, placed the bowl on the table, sat back down, and resumed stirring and picking with it.

Mao Zimiao facepalmed. “Little Qi, don’t force yourself to finish, nya…”

Wang Qi stopped playing with his food, spoking in a heavy tone. “Come look, doesn’t this pattern look familiar?”