On my first day in the cultivation world, I pulled out a vernier caliper.
The whole sect thought I’d gone crazy.
While everyone else meditated to sense spiritual energy, I calculated the fluctuation frequency of spiritual-energy particles in my lab.
When the elders berated me for fooling around, I drew a spirit-root genetic map by hand.
The Pill Peak Master said I was blaspheming against the Way of Alchemy. I responded by publishing “On the Quantitative Effects of Molecular Thermal Motion on Pill Formation Rates.”
At the sect competition, a genius disciple summoned his bonded flying sword.
I quietly pulled out the spiritual-energy minigun I’d just developed. “Fellow Daoist, times have changed.”
It wasn’t until the day the Immortal Alliance surrounded me that they stared at the quantum spirit-energy cannons suspended across the sky and fell silent.
“Wait, this thing… is science, isn’t it?”
The academics are very tight, and the bad students are confused.