With the processing power of Super Brain, Yu Xian was fully capable of acting with absolute maturity and cold rationality. Yet, he chose to reject that path. After all, he was only seventeen, in no rush to grow old before his time. 

For now, he preferred to do whatever he pleased. Even when Super Brain calculated that an action would be futile, he was more than willing to dive in anyway, just to experience what that futility felt like.

If a person went too long without tasting disappointment, the moment it finally struck them, the roaring wave of frustration could completely drown their sanity. Suffering itself was not something to glorify. But for a supernatural being, a necessary amount of hardship was the ultimate whetstone for the soul—the medicine that cured blind arrogance, the yardstick that reined in an increasingly unchecked ego.

The more power one amassed, the more vital the cultivation of the mind would become. When a person reached a point where no one could stop them from doing whatever...