Chapter 108: Return to Dayan

In the dead of night, Ying Yue slowly visualized the miniature world within her body according to the cultivation technique’s instructions.

According to the text, even those with excellent talent required a full day of strenuous practice to generate Qi sensation.

Yet she claimed she had no cultivation talent whatsoever except her beauty—and yet she generated Qi sensation in just half a day.

Recalling the increased strength she gained after accompanying Fang Can’s cultivation, she guessed it must be the Lord’s Anmuxi that enhanced her cultivation potential.

The evidence was that the first three women who accompanied the Lord for an hour each had cultivation speeds far surpassing others.

The other women, who only accompanied the Lord for an average of three minutes, could not possibly match her cultivation efficiency.

“Tomorrow I can’t accompany the Lord in cultivation,” Ying Yue suppressed her desire and thought.

Based on today’s situation, the Lord clearly enjoyed seeing their cultivation speeds increase—meaning tomorrow he would issue KPIs to reward the fastest cultivator.

After just three minutes with the Lord, her body felt utterly inert for at least an hour, severely hindering cultivation efficiency.

If I only seek the pleasure of three minutes tomorrow, I’ll surely miss the precious one-hour reward time the day after.

“Liu Li has already claimed tomorrow’s one-hour session, but she’s just a little girl who doesn’t understand how precious the Lord’s Anmuxi is—after cultivation, she’ll need at least half a day to recover before she can cultivate again.”

“And the other competitors who only spent three minutes with the Lord are nowhere near as efficient as I am.”

“So right now, while I still have the Anmuxi buff, I must maximize it—outwork them all and win the precious one-hour session with the Lord the day after tomorrow.”

“And the day after tomorrow, with the Lord’s bestowed Anmuxi, I won’t waste a single second—I’ll seize every moment to refine it and gather its accumulated essence.”

“One who doesn’t plan for ten thousand generations cannot plan for a single generation—I will cultivate using game theory, outwork them all, and monopolize daily cultivation time.”

“Thus, compared to those girls who get only three minutes a day, my cultivation advantage will grow like an avalanche—until the Lord sees only me.”

Thinking of the future, the mature Ying Yue’s eyes blazed with fierce determination.

…

In the following days, Fang Can endured a suffocating routine.

Every day before dawn, he had to feed the voracious young beauties, starting at 4 a.m. and continuing until 6 a.m.

After hastily swallowing two mouthfuls of breakfast in half an hour, he resumed feeding them from 6:30 a.m. until 10 a.m.

That wasn’t enough—after feeding the entire group, he still had to spend one hour rewarding the most diligent girl with private tutoring.

Recently, this extra tutoring time had been monopolized by the same elementary school top student.

In just seven or eight days of cultivation, Fang Can watched her reach Xuanguan Third Layer.

Though aided by him, she was still undeniably a diligent genius.

Regardless, only the afternoon through midnight remained for cultivating other things.

She had squeezed out all his sleep time and kept relentlessly exploiting Niu Niu.

Niu Niu responded: “Boss, I’ll follow you again in my next life!”

After ten days of this life, Fang Can’s intuition reacted—he sensed another transmigration was imminent.

After briefly informing Jiang and Liu of his premonition, Fang Can transformed his attire into what he wore before leaving.

Returning to the original villa, Liu Qingmeng’s body had shrunk to the size of a seven- or eight-year-old girl, adorable as a porcelain doll.

Seeing Fang Can return, Liu Qingmeng teased, “How did you feel these days? You look quite accomplished.”

Fang Can remained expressionless: “It was just dull, pointless, wasted cultivation time—every day felt like school, too troublesome.”

Unprepared for this answer, Liu Qingmeng blinked, then subtly furrowed her brow.

If she had previously feared Fang Can becoming addicted, now she feared he’d never pursue the Dao of Supreme Forgetting.

Thinking of the Abbot of the Profound Heaven Sect’s inhuman demeanor, Liu Qingmeng sighed and waved her hand: “Fine. For the next few days, solidify your foundation and prepare for the upcoming Grand Nations Competition.”

“Where exactly is this Grand Nations Competition held?” Fang Can couldn’t help asking.

He’d heard Liu Qingmeng mention it repeatedly but still didn’t know the venue.

“Naturally, it’s held in Fangcun Mountain,” Liu Qingmeng explained. “As for its location—it’s in your heart.”

“In my heart?” Fang Can frowned.

“The Lingtai Fangcun Mountain—the Grand Nations Competition is hosted by the Fan Yin Treasure Temple, which establishes psychic links with each nation’s capital, transporting contestants into a spiritual realm to battle.”

“The method to secure a spot is the same: when the next Longjiang List is unveiled, those ranked within the top ten thousand will receive invitations via Tianji Tower’s positioning.”

“When the time comes, as long as you travel to the capital of Dayan before the competition, you can enter Fangcun Mountain through the Fan Yin Treasure Temple’s invitation.”

‘Truly novel,’ Fang Can thought inwardly—so one could draw people into a spiritual realm for combat.

“According to my estimate, you’ll easily make the top ten on the Longjiang List. Once you return to Dayan, you may begin preparing to head for the capital.”

Liu Qingmeng smiled. “If you don’t plan to hide your identity, countless people will try to ride your fame along the way.”

“Irrelevant,” Fang Can said indifferently. “Just wait for my good news, Elder. I’ll meet you in the capital.”

“You’re mistaken—I may not even want to see you.”

Liu Qingmeng waved her hand childishly. “I’m only a manifestation. If my power weren’t suppressing my consciousness, I wouldn’t be this accommodating.”

“When I return, my true body will absorb all these memories—you’ll meet a completely new me, cold and icy.”

Liu Qingmeng smiled faintly. “But I believe Ning’an will want to see you then.”

“By the way, where’s Jiang Elder?” Fang Can asked curiously—why was he only seeing Liu Qingmeng?

“Inside, cultivating fiercely,” Liu Qingmeng said coolly. “She’s been furious these days, desperate to reach the peak of Dengtian Road Third Layer.”

Fang Can nodded thoughtfully. He’d planned to bid the girl farewell, but since she was cultivating, he wouldn’t disturb her.

After chatting a few more moments with Liu Qingmeng, he felt the sensation of being stripped from this world intensify—he knew he was about to depart.

He quietly crouched in his room, and the next instant, the surrounding space twisted violently, as if devouring everything.

The next moment, as light returned, he stood before an ancient-style mansion with pavilions and courtyards.

‘Dayan—I’m back,’ Fang Can thought calmly.

(End of Chapter)