#19 - Theory of 'invincibility'

"Do you know the author of this book?"

Zhang Ming replied, "Yu Xiaogang, known as Grandmaster. He is unmatched in spirit research and is hailed as theoretically invincible."

Quan Yi was a little surprised. If he was known as theoretically invincible, why hadn't he seen his books in the family library all these years?

Moreover, the book was placed in such a remote place.

"Since he is known as theoretically invincible, what's wrong with me wanting to buy his book?" Quan Yi asked, puzzled.

Zhang Ming chuckled twice: "Heh heh, this theoretically invincible is not a positive thing. It means that, so far, no one has been able to prove whether his theory is correct or not."

"No one can prove the theory is wrong, so isn't that an 'invincible' theory?"

Quan Yi understood; so that's how it was.

Indeed, like the Spirit Mimicry Theory, no one has been able to prove it until now, and no one would risk their lives to absorb dangerous spirit rings.

At this moment, a doubt suddenly arose in Quan Yi's heart.

As a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, why, without conducting experiments,

Theoretically invincible, why does this "nickname" appear on this person?

Quan Yi asked, "Yu Xiaogang, isn't this person a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

Hearing the words Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, Zhang Ming suddenly became nervous.

"Shh~, keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear." Then, leaning slightly forward, he approached Quan Yi and whispered:

"I heard that this Grandmaster left the clan early because of his poor talent and joined the Spirit Hall, and then left the Spirit Hall again. That's all I know."

"Senior is so knowledgeable!"

Hearing the junior's praise, Zhang Ming was a little embarrassed and scratched the back of his head.

"I also heard it from the library curator; it's not a big deal. I'm telling you this to remind you that you can look at these theories, but don't try them."

Zhang Ming was a good person, or he wouldn't have bothered to remind Quan Yi, but Zhang Ming didn't understand the value of this book.

"Thank you for the reminder, but I still want to buy one. If there are any other works by this person, I want them too," Quan Yi insisted.

Seeing Quan Yi's insistence, Zhang Ming didn't say much.

"Alright then, I'll ask the curator. I'll tell you when you return the book next week."

Quan Yi quickly thanked him. Then, after filling out the form, he picked up the book and walked out of the library.

Walking out of the library, Quan Yi put the book into the Heart of Scorching Sun, but his expression suddenly became serious. He murmured softly, "Spirit Hall."

Quan Yi didn't expect that the one behind it wasn't the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, but the Spirit Hall.

Then, this data should have been collected by the Spirit Hall.

Because they haven't verified this theory. This means that the Spirit Hall itself does not agree with Yu Xiaogang's theory.

From this, it can be seen that the entire spirit master world does not have an in-depth study of the essence of spirits; their attention is all focused on improving their strength.

But this is a kind of laziness, a laziness in thought.

Human thought is slowly solidifying, beginning to regard so-called experience as absolute truth and ruthlessly criticizing new ideas.

Quan Yi warned himself not to fall into intellectual laziness. He must always maintain thinking and doubt.

Although this world is a novel and exotic world, its essence is an extremely backward world.

This backwardness refers to thought.

If he's not careful, Quan Yi's soul will be polluted by the "old" of this world.

Therefore, Quan Yi must constantly think and doubt; only in this way can he maintain the "new" in his soul.

After leaving the library, it was time to exercise.

Quan Yi still came to the previous playground, still with no one in sight.

Quan Yi's midday exercise was anaerobic, mainly to increase his body's explosiveness.

The exercise was burpees and pull-ups.

Burpees combine a series of movements such as squats, push-ups, abdominal crunches, and squat jumps, which can increase heart rate and activate the whole body's muscles in a short time.

Plus pull-ups; just thinking about this combination is tiring.

This was also the exercise method that Quan Yi chose based on his previous life's experience.

Quan Yi's exercise will be done in groups.

After forty burpees, immediately do forty pull-ups. Rest for one minute in between, then do the next set.

A total of twenty sets.

Quan Yi's movements were very standard, and he didn't deliberately pursue speed; instead, he ensured that each movement didn't deform.

The body always maintained a sense of tension; during the pull-ups, he slowly went up and slowly went down, which put more pressure on his arms.

The temperature was constantly rising, but the hot weather didn't affect Quan Yi in the slightest.

Even at the end, Quan Yi always maintained the perfection of his movements and completed his midday exercise with his strong will.

After exercising, Quan Yi didn't forget to stretch.

This kind of extreme exercise, ordinary people might not be able to endure it even once. But Quan Yi did it three times a day.

What kind of willpower was this?

Quan Yi's white short-sleeved shirt was already soaked with sweat. Because it was noon, Quan Yi was afraid that someone would come, so he didn't take it off.

After the exercise, it was the happiest time: mealtime.

Quan Yi dragged his heavy body to the cafeteria.

Walking into the cafeteria, Quan Yi smelled the aroma of food.

Quan Yi, who was very hungry, walked straight to the second floor, his mind full of eating.

At this time, the surrounding students noticed Quan Yi.

It was no wonder; Quan Yi's white short sleeves were soaked with sweat, becoming somewhat transparent.

His strong pectoral muscles and broad shoulders were on full display.

Attracting the attention of all the students.

Some shy little girls turned their heads shyly, while some bold girls stared intently at Quan Yi's body.

The boys in the cafeteria were a little solemn when they saw Quan Yi's muscles. In the face of overwhelming disparity, they only had admiration in their hearts.

Quan Yi was completely unaware of this. He went straight to the second floor and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The second floor was still the same as in the morning, with fewer people and quiet.

Quan Yi immediately filled two large plates of food, walked to a remote corner, and was just about to take out some jerky from his chest when he heard a piercing voice.

"Where did this country bumpkin come from? So disgusting."

Quan Yi immediately looked in the direction of the voice and saw a boy with arrogant eyes staring at him.

"What are you looking at? I'm talking about you. Can you go eat downstairs? You're covered in stinky sweat. Don't affect us eating, okay?"

The boy wasn't old, but he should be a senior student. He was wearing expensive clothes, but the disgusted expression on his face completely lowered Quan Yi's impression of him.

Quan Yi was a little speechless, suspecting that the cafeteria's feng shui was bad.

He had only been here twice, and there were already so many problems. Couldn't he just have a quiet meal?