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Chapter 242: Afraid of Heights? Fainting by Escape Light?

Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Afraid of Heights? Fainting by Escape Light?

Both of them stopped eating at the same time. Wang Zijia flipped out his identity card to check it, revealing a message from the Formation Institute.

"Dao Child Wang Zijia, according to your reported departure time, there is precisely ten days left. We are formally notifying you. Please go to the Formation Institute’s headquarters for illusion formation training today."

"Because the Ascending Immortal Ship is a third-order large-scale war top-grade spiritual artifact, which not only requires multiple people to control and is somewhat complicated, even if there will be professional disciples from the Formation Institute following you at the time, we need to conduct a systematic training for you, lasting three days."

"This training includes, but is not limited to, mastering the main control, initiating comprehensive defensive stances, starting the main magic tool and striking targets, as well as planning for emergencies, among other related matters."

"Special reminder: This is training that must be completed before departure, those who cannot complete it are not allowed to set off. If your time is tight today, you can immediately go to the Formation Institute to communicate and discuss scheduling the training at another time."

Since Wang Zijia didn’t avoid Xiang Feifei, she read the whole message as well. "Starting to practice the setup for the Ascending Immortal Ship’s illusion formation?"

Wang Zijia nodded. "Yeah, it was about time. The Task Hall started sending out tasks and recruiting people the day before yesterday."

"Better to go early. If this matter isn’t sorted out, no one can depart," Xiang Feifei replied.

Wang Zijia nodded again, without saying anything further.

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After finishing eating, Wang Zijia rode the jade shuttle and transformed into a streak of light, arriving at the Formation Institute area at the foot of Qifeng Mountain.

Among all the Sects and different branches, even including the institutes under Qifeng, the one that was most similar to the Previous Life was this. They were even ahead in some ways.

Looking down, within the classical-style buildings, there were various energy screens akin to high-tech holographic images everywhere, various illusion formation lights flashing, and some illusory figures were walking and interacting within them, creating a unique atmosphere.

Wang Zijia observed briefly in the sky before, as directed by his identity card, arrived in a small square with a great number of pavilions, floating down in the landing zone. With a wave of his hand, the Blood Fiend Jade Shuttle turned into a streak of light and was put into his sleeve by Wang Zijia.

"Greetings, Martial Uncle Wang!" An Outer Sect disciple, who had been waiting for a while, watched Wang Zijia float down, and immediately went forth to greet him,

Wang Zijia nodded slightly in response. The other party respectfully said, "Martial Uncle, please follow me; the other trainees in your Tianhong Dynasty team have already arrived."

Wang Zijia didn’t say a word, but directly strode in the direction led by the other party and entered a large building complex ahead.

Due to their earlier establishment, all the institutes at the foot of Qifeng Mountain leaned towards traditional classical style, retaining the architectural style of the Sect’s era.

However, once inside, the institutes started to differ. And the Formation Institute was one with the most dramatic difference.

In the pavilions with carvings on marble railings, there were basically all light shadow formation screens, some of which were purely illusory, while others were energy entities. Around the light screens, there were projections of illusory figures interacting, and the flashing spiritual light made it seem like a scene from a super sci-fi world in the previous life’s TV shows.

Wang Zijia followed the other party, observing all the way and passing through several building complexes.

"Ah!!!"

"Urgh······"

When they were about to reach their destination, Wang Zijia stopped in front of a great hall. He saw several youngsters screaming miserably in the illusion formation. A few of them, after leaving the illusion formation, had shaky legs and were vomiting on the ground as if they were about to vomit out their stomach acids.

Such a peculiar scene was not common among monks, thus Wang Zijia subconsciously stopped in his tracks.

The disciple who was guiding him and had been half a step behind him sensed it and without waiting for Wang Zijia’s inquiry said, "This is our Formation Institute’s flying training ground, specially built for disciples with particular needs."

"Flying Training Ground?" Upon hearing this, Wang Zijia looked at the disciples with shaky legs, vomiting on the ground, in shock. "Are they getting... motion sickness?"

"More or less, yes!" The disciple said, looking inside at the others with a hint of sympathy.

Wang Zijia twitched at the corner of his mouth, looking at the disciples screaming in the illusion as if riding a roller coaster, feeling a lot of sympathy. As a cultivator, having fear of heights and getting motion sickness was such a tragic negative buff!

There weren’t many people like this.

It’s not that people with fear of heights were scarce, quite the opposite, there were many.

However, cultivators didn’t start by flying, most of them started with quick movement spells, such as first practicing the Lightweight Art, which allowed them to move rapidly and jump in forests.

Once you succeed in learning this spell, your body will slowly adapt to rapid movement and certain heights of jumping. Then you proceed to use a Paper Kite, to climb the clouds, incrementally increasing the speed and height, until you completely master flying, like Wang Zijia now.

This gradual progression would allow you to slowly learn to fly, just like after learning to ride a bicycle, riding a motorbike didn’t seem as terrifying.

Only a small part of the population didn’t adapt to heights and high speed flights even after going through this process. This became a serious negative condition.

Usually there were two solutions: one was to completely give up flying and seek out methods of ground or underground transportation. The other was to persist in enduring it, get accustomed to it by experiencing motion sickness again and again.

Wang Zijia looked for a while before moving forward once again.

Under the guidance of the disciple leading the way, the two once again crossed two great halls and arrived in a tremendously large and empty hall.

Except for an extremely complex rune array on the ground, there was no other furnishings within the hall.

At this moment, many people had already gathered in the hall - two wine monks and more than thirty peak disciples from the Formation Institute.

These people were the personnel involved in operating the Ascending Immortal Ship during the apprentice selection.

Among the two wine monks, one was from the Formation Institute named Nong Yufei. He was responsible for leading these Formation Institute disciples in controlling most of the magic-driven ship, akin to a chief and first mate.

The other monk was named Lei Junjie, a secondary person in charge of the apprentice selection, similar to a vice-captain.

Of course, Wang Zijia was the main person in charge, mainly responsible for steering the magic-driven ship. Under normal circumstances, he didn’t have much to do with the setup of the magic-driven ship. His main job was to get familiar with the process and get trained for emergency situations and combat responses.

"I apologize for being late; I have kept Martial Uncle Nong and Martial Uncle Lei waiting," Wang Zijia went forward to give the two a bow and an apology.

"Dao Child Wang is being too polite, I just arrived as well," Lei Junjie warmly replied. For him, being able to secure this task and get to accompany Wang Zijia was a tremendous surprise.

This man also had the cultivation level of the beginning stage of the wine monk, it’s just that it wasn’t recent, he was a veteran monk who had been cultivating for many years. He looked relatively young, not older than thirty, not outstandingly good-looking, he just seemed ordinary, the kind that would disappear if thrown into a crowd.

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