Mythical Three Kingdoms

Chapter 2: Separation

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Three months-worth of revision was enough for Chen Xi to understand the weirdness of this world as well as to understand the usage of his Psionic power. It didn’t matter how powerful one’s Psionic power was because from history Chen Xi understood that other than a better defense, Psionic powers didn’t contain any powerful offense even if he could resonate with Heaven and Earth.

If one wanted to blast an enemy with a lightning bolt, one should stop dreaming. It couldn’t be done. While their combat capabilities were only so-so, one could not dismiss the effect of one’s Psionic power on their mental capabilities. The more powerful one’s psionic capabilities, the faster one could think and the faster one’s mental reaction would be. Originally, something that could only be understood in one hour could be understood in ten minutes. The difference was immense.

If Chi allowed martial artists’ physical combat prowess to greatly increase, then the existence of Psionic allowed all the intellectual’s intelligence to greatly increase. While it would be difficult to say which is more important between strength and intelligence, the two different developmental directions would decide where one’s path would be.

 Of course, it could not be denied that some might want to train in both Chi and Psionic. Improving their own martial capabilities as well as their intellect. However, normal people would only die from the effort. While it couldn’t be denied that there were those who were trained in both, it would be extremely difficult to be able to reach the peak of both at the same time. From what Chen Xi could understand from history, no one like that had yet appeared.

After understanding that, Chen Xi had decided to give up the training on his physical body. While the original Chen Xi did manage to conjure Chi, but he only managed to conjure very, very little of it. This was mostly because of his clan, since the technique that he had was quite good.

After Chen Xi had recovered, he could still use Chi to throw a big rock or something. If he were to continue to train and go to combat a few times, he could probably become a Centurion but that was about it. There would be no chance for him to advance any further.

He could also stop dreaming about reaching the height of Xiang Yu where he could walk in the air. That was not a height that a human could reach. If he were to use the generals’ record back in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, then perhaps only around twenty-four of them could reach that level. As for someone like Lu Bu, Chen Xi felt chills down his spine. Lu Bu would most likely be a human nuke!

Since Chen Xi trained in both, that meant that he had trained his Psionic powers as well. But similar to his Chi, it was very weak. Perhaps he couldn’t even defend against the arrow shot by a child that hadn’t even conjured his Chi yet…

Fortunately, perhaps the fusing of the two had stimulated Chen Xi’s brain, it caused Chen Xi’s Psionic power to continuously grow for the past three years. At least it was something he could take pride in since with the strength of his Psionic, he could at least use those Arcane Magic or Daoist Magic to raise mists, rain, and defend against arrows. He was considered to be at least an adept.

As per Chen Xi’s own admission, his current mental process was like that of a mental patient. His ability to process thoughts and ideas had greatly increased and so did his ability to learn. If he had that kind of memory and this mental acumen, he would have joined the Chinese Academy of Sciences. Even Chen Xi himself felt that he had evolved.

Smack!

After finishing reading all the books in his home, he threw the scroll on his desk. He had already memorized all the important ones, and he was at least familiar with those that weren’t important. The growth of his Psionic power had also slowed down. From then onward, he could call himself a genuine man from the Eastern Han.

“Young Master, do you not want to train your Psionic power a bit longer?” Chen Lan asked Chen Xi, who was lying under a tree bored.

“There is nothing to train anymore.” Chen Xi smiled bitterly. He only knew recently that once his Psionic power had reached his current level, there was nothing more that could be taught to him through imitation. He needed to learn the rest himself. Perhaps that change would be in an instant. Perhaps this was where his journey ends. That being said, further changes would only make his Psionic power purer, harder to be affected by other thoughts, as well as allowing him to use it much easier.

“Nothing to train?” Chen Lan asked in confusion. She didn’t understand that concept yet.

“The wind is blowing, we should return. It will rain soon,” Chen Xi didn’t explain much and changed the topic of the conversation. It was going to rain soon. He had already mastered this so-called Arcane Magic. Due to his understanding of how rain is formed that he gained from the future, it was much easier for him to use than what was described in the book. He could manipulate it at an even larger area, but at a smaller cost.

“The wind is blowing?” Chen Lan looked at the sun as she raised her head, but before she protested the sky suddenly turned cloudy.

Chen Xi smiled and pulled his only maid back into their home. He had spent an entire morning creating this rain, and it should cover several dozen kilometers. And thanks to the richness of water in the air, the rain was going to continue for a while, and it would be quite strong too. Perhaps no one would guess that this was caused by a person’s spell since all Chen Xi did was simply guide and start it.

“What a storm!” Chen Lan said in surprise.

“Yes, what a storm.” Chen Xi sighed in satisfaction. He had already mastered the spells recorded on the scrolls. As for the arrays and formations, he still hadn’t understood their inner workings. As for the so-called Occult Magic, he didn’t learn any of them.

To be honest, Chen Xi was quite covetous of the Occult Magic. Since in this world, it was all thanks to Zhang Jiao’s master of the Yellow Turban Occult Magic that he could create the invincible Yellow Turban Champions from several hundred thousand Yellow Turban rebels that had neither organization nor discipline. The only reason that they lost was that Zhang Jiao died. Otherwise, it would still be a difficult bet on who would win and who would lose.

From what Chen Xi knew, Zhang Jiao had an Occultic Magic that could greatly increase a person’s combat capabilities, and he could buff thousands of them at one go. And then these few thousand Yellow Turban Champions would be enough to beat the Great Han Dynasty’s so-called elites into a pulp. It was a clear testament to this technique’s lethality. If it was used as an Ace, it could easily turn the tide of war at an opportune time.

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As for arrays and formations, Chen Xi was going to forget about it for now. Since he had never heard about whose array secured victory against an army with superior numbers. However, he did read from the books that true arrays and formations could turn the tide of a battle. However, it was also true that he had never seen it. Chen Xi would make his own judgment on this once he met it.

However, he could not guarantee if he would meet someone that was willing to teach him. There were many things in this era that would only be passed down to one’s core disciples. As for those who were not from the sect, it would entirely depend on luck. Since it wasn’t easy for them to summarize their experiences, it was their right to choose who to pass them down to. However, these were all too far into the future for Chen Xi. All he needed to do now was to wait! Wait for one event to happen.

After the Yellow Turban Rebellion, it would be Dong Zhuo entering Luoyang. And then, it would be the Eighteen Regional Warlords’ Campaign against Dong Zhuo. But before that would come to be, there was another important event. That was the Essay of Calling to Arms against Dong Zhuo. There was a great difference between an official Essay being brought out by Cao Cao after his failed assassination of Dong Zhuo, and a false Essay being Cao Cao’s own creation.

While both had the same content, but the devil was in the details. It could be said to decide many things after that.