There was a cloud of holy light between Wang Qi's hands, but what he was doing didn't seem so holy - he was casting a spell in both hands to ingest a soul.

The Holy Light, as a variant of the Flame of Life, can force the physiological tissues of the body to remain active, even the soul.

However, Wang Qi's holy light can be said to be quite close to the flame of life, and if he is not careful, he can let the soul gain too much vitality. Everything is too much, and "vitality" and "vitality" are no exception. A cell can obtain the characteristics of infinite replication and never apoptosis, for which earthlings are generally called "cancer cells". The same is true for the soul, absorbing too much vitality at once will only lead to an imbalance in all parts of the body, and eventually lose its stability.

Fortunately, Wang Qi already has some experience in this step. After countless failures, his mastery of the Light has risen to a higher level, and he is able to maintain the stability of his soul.

But then came the test.

He had to look at the soul, feel the soul.

Since he was not a disciple of Tianlingling and had not entered professional training, he couldn't understand the number fed back by the soul spectrum analyzer, and it didn't make much sense to use the instrument. What Chen Feng asked him to do was to observe with his bare hands.

It's also thanks to Wang Qi that he is not doing scientific practice, but teaching practice - to put it bluntly, the nature is the same as that of junior high school chemistry, the process, the principle, and what will happen at each step are written in the book, you do it, and then leave an intuitive understanding.

The soul is a special aura field, which is microscopically expressed in the form of electromagnetic force, and electromagnetic mental methods or soul spells can be observed. Wang Qi generally used his mana to flip through the book, reading what to do next, while carefully probing out the mana of Tiange Xing to establish a connection with the soul, and then using his own soul to perceive it.

It's like dissecting a guinea pig.

"Oh oh! So that's how the power of the soul is...... This eigenform in the book is expressed like this...... Functional partitions, sure enough, there is! And then here...... Verify it, destroying this part can prolong the stable dìng time of the soul......"

But Wang Qi is not Chenfeng after all, and his operation of soul power is very rough. A quarter of an hour later, the small mass of souls began to crumble and annihilate.

Wang Qi dispersed the holy light, and after looking at it, he turned his gaze to the small glass cage at the corner of the table, and there were seven mice inside.

Wang Qi was a little entangled. To do it or not to do it?

It's still a lot of fun to do teaching. A biologist may be tired of repeating a real yàn a thousand times, but for a novice like Wang Qi, who has only done it a dozen or so times, this kind of verification is still very interesting.

The only problem is that these rats are so expensive!

As far as Wang Qi knows, the mice used by medical schools and biology departments on the earth to give students anatomy classes are the most common kind, and it is a waste to go to the sterile level. But Chenfeng doesn't raise ordinary rats, his rats are all special rats with artificially created special bloodline defects, and one is more expensive than Wang Qi's salary for a day.

In the biological industry, the price of the medicine consumed by a real employee is often several times or even dozens of times his salary.

This made Wang Qi extremely entangled.

At this time, Chen Feng walked in and asked, "How did you learn that "Soul First Interpretation?"

"Most of them have been learned, and only a few have not had time to see them, but they have some rudimentary understanding of the soul. Wang Qi really thinks so, because in his mind, the academic nature of this book "The First Interpretation of the Soul" is probably similar to that of high school biology, it is the most basic thing, and it can only be used under the conditions of the real yàn room, but the principles in it can be generalized to many uses.

"Okay, if you have time, just read a few books I gave you, if you don't have time, it's okay not to read them, now your level is enough to be an assistant. Chen Feng said that he didn't care, but there was still a hint of imperceptible discoloration in the rocks.

It's too fast. Whether it is the acquisition of knowledge or the increase of power.

This "Soul Preliminary Solution" is just an entry-level textbook for the disciples of Yangshen Pavilion, but this textbook also requires half a month of hard work to master. And Wang Qi has only been about eight days from the first day of empirical verification to today.

In addition, the growth of Wang Qi's soul power is too fast. The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear. Wang Qi himself just felt drunk and energetic, but in Chenfeng's eyes, it was very different. It's only been a few days, and there has been a perceptible change. What shocked Chen Feng was that this growth rate was even faster than that of himself when he first started. This is not the speed that "Interlude" can produce.

His holy light is the subordinate supernatural power of the flame of life that is specialized in the soul and spirit?

Wang Qi was very happy when he heard that he didn't have to play with rats every day. He went straight to the study. Chen Feng began to clean up the test bench that Wang Qi had played with in a mess according to the standard process, and by the way, transferred all the remaining rats played by Wang Qi to a low-level wire cage.

He didn't have the luxury of giving high-level white rats to Wang Qi to practice. These are the most common ones, and you can buy several of them with one ingot of silver. However, in order to prevent Wang Qi from wasting real animals with his rough feet, he kept telling the other party that he didn't raise ordinary mice, and then put those ordinary rats into the highest level of cages. When Wang Qi returned to the study, Chen Youjia was still buried in the scratch paper. After a few days of getting along, Wang Qi has become accustomed to the other party's attitude. The girl usually spoke very little, and was very cold, but not difficult to get along with—as long as she didn't talk about arithmetic.

Merely...... Now I can't see that she is the kind of person who will lose control of my "heartbreaker" mouth? Even if she is really a rebellious girl in her bones, her father is engaged in pure mathematics, and she prefers to engage in applied mathematics, so she will not burst into tears, right?

This is really anomalous......

"What's wrong?" Chen Youjia raised his head and asked, as if he was overwhelmed, Wang Qi's eyes were different.

"This. Wang Qi put a stack of papers in front of Chen Youjia: "The story I told you last time." ”

Chen Youjia unexpectedly didn't show any other expressions, which made Wang Qi, who was still expecting her to show her expression, a little disappointed. She counted the pages as usual: "It's a lot less than I imagined." Didn't you say that it was already written? It took half a month to transcribe that?"

"I still have to cultivate, senior sister!"

"It's Senior Sister. ”

In fact, the main reason why Wang Qi has written for so long is that time has passed too long, so long that his memory of the novel "The Sadder" is incomplete. The other is that the history and humanity of the two worlds are not exactly the same, and he harmfully modifies other people's original works.

Chen Youjia didn't say anything, but put away the manuscript of the novel and continued to calculate.

It seems that she won't be able to know why she likes that story so much anytime soon.

Wang Qi sighed, sat down as well, and took Chen Youjia's draft to check the progress.