Chapter 109

"Hey, why are you just staring? It's time to eat."

Inside the Blazing Sun Martial Hall, Ye Qingshi looked at the youth before her, who seemed lost in thought, and waved her hand, asking.

As she spoke, she noticed this youth before her was slightly different from just now; for instance, when had his hair grown so long, nearly hanging down to his shoulders?

It seemed because her gaze was wholly focused on Fang Can, she ignored the other martial artists beside her whose bodies had gone stiff.

Danger! Danger! Danger!

The moment Fang Can returned, an intense sense of crisis surged from within his body, as if a top-tier assassin had closed in.

The Heart-Image martial artists present suddenly broke out in goosebumps, their bodies freezing in place.

Only when they realized this sense of danger came from the youth before them did they relax slightly.

'Did you notice the difference?' Fang Can glanced lightly at the martial artists around him.

Since the change was too great within such a short time, trying not to attract attention was troublesome, so he simply made no attempt to conceal it.

"Lord, did something happen just now? I vaguely felt your pressure strengthen several times over." A Heart-Image martial artist asked curiously.

"Nothing, it's just that my strength has now reached the Ninth Layer of the Profound Gate." Fang Can explained, leaving the people around him frozen in place.

The Ninth Layer of the Profound Gate?!

Several believers, seeing the pressure Fang Can brought, had to believe this fact, but this made it even harder for them to accept.

Wasn't he just hovering around the Sixth Layer of the Profound Gate a second ago? How did he suddenly reach the Ninth Layer? This is simply a miracle!!!

The martial artists around watched Fang Can's display in shock.

Among them, those who worshipped the god, having witnessed the miracle with their own eyes, felt their previously rigid realms loosen, showing signs of a breakthrough.

"You don't need to worry about the reason; prepare to head north next." Fang Can looked at the few and instructed: "I plan to reach the Imperial Capital within the next ten-plus days to participate in the Great Tournament of Nations."

How could the Heart-Image martial artists present not know what the Great Tournament of Nations was?

That was the highest honor for martial artists in the Shed Tui Fan Qu realm; any participant with qualification to register was an outstanding figure within the Heart-Image.

Unfortunately, later someone somehow triggered a level-up bug, causing this competition, which should have been a free-for-all among Shed Tui Fan Qu cultivators, to be filled with god-tier proxies.

The battle scenes escalated from a battle royale to a version of the War of the Gods featuring various cheats.

Just thinking about the god descending on Fang Cun Mountain and single-handedly crushing the entire world's youth of martial artists made these people so excited they nearly jumped out of their skin.

As for doubt, if you doubt, why worship the god? Your purity as a die-hard fan is too low.

You cannot choose to believe in the god only when things go smoothly.

Even if the god fails and falls, you cannot change your faith; worshipping the god is a lifetime commitment; you must finish the path you chose, even if you have to crawl.

Watching Fang Can's aloof, heavenly demeanor, the martial artists suppressed their excitement and said: "Yes! We will strictly obey the god's decree and go prepare immediately."

"Hey, no way, you really want to participate in the Great Tournament?" Ye Qingshi, who had watched the whole thing from the side, couldn't help but ask: "Do you have a chance?"

"I don't know; I haven't seen the strength of the other contestants, so I only have an eighty or ninety percent chance." Fang Can waved his hand and said:

"So during the journey north, I will have to test each of the geniuses from the great families one by one."

"Then we can only follow your lead." Ye Qingshi said helplessly: "When do you plan to set off?"

"Hmm... let's rest and recover for tomorrow and the day after." Fang Can said.

"Since it's come to this, let's go eat first." Ye Qingshi said, pulling Fang Can's arm and walking toward the house.

On Robbery Sword Mountain, as time began to flow again, Jiang Ningan's body returned.

At the same time, the true form of Hearing Liu Qingmeng, who had been waiting nearby, looked on with a cold expression; after seeing her disciple return, she slightly curled her finger.

A wisp of spiritual energy attached to Jiang Ningan began to return to the true form.

Looking at this wisp of spiritual energy in her hand, the next moment, a shadow of darkness flashed across Hearing Liu Qingmeng's eyes.

'This is not all the spiritual energy; my avatar must have left a portion behind in that other world.'

Thinking of this, as a faint light flowed, she began to read the memories of her avatar in that other world during this time; the more she read, the more tightly her brows furrowed.

'Simply reckless; whether in conduct or speech, it is utterly ruining my image.'

Hearing Liu Qingmeng looked at the avatar's behavior after losing the suppression of spiritual energy and couldn't help but think.

She never expected that after just over twenty days of isolation, combined with insufficient spiritual energy supply, her avatar would turn out that way.

Playing and joking with Fang Can, laughing and chatting, with absolutely no air of an elder.

Most importantly, this avatar was disobedient; it only sent the memories back and secretly left dozens of kilograms of matter in the other world; this was the greatest betrayal.

"Never mind, I will retrieve the avatar next time I go over." She sighed in her heart, then began to examine Fang Can's actions in that other world during this time.

"His talent is good, and he is diligent, but his cultivation method is too... hmm, strange."

Recalling Fang Can's behavior, which was abstract everywhere, made it hard for her to comment.

At this moment, Jiang Ningan, who was cultivating on the ground, came to her senses, stood up, and respectfully said: "Greetings, Master."

"Hmm, stay within the mountain for a few days to cultivate and restore your state of mind; in a few days, I will take you to the Imperial Capital."

Speaking, Hearing Liu Qingmeng said with frustration: "Look at what that Fang Can has bewitched you into; do you have any martial spirit left? What kind of medicine did that Fang Can put on you?"

"For the upcoming Great Tournament of Nations, do not leave my side; forget that Fang Can for now; wait until you reach the peak of the Third Transformation before considering matters of love." Hearing Liu Qingmeng said coldly.

"Yes, Master, this disciple knows repentance." Jiang Ningan respectfully clasped her hands and said.

Inside the Blazing Sun Martial Hall, Fang Can looked at the sedan chair before him and said: "Is this the method you said would send me north?"

"Yes, Lord!" The Blazing Sun beside him clasped his hands and said respectfully.

"Isn't that a bit too... ostentatious?" Fang Can said subconsciously; the sedan chair before him was simply too large.

Rather than calling it a sedan chair, it was more like a house.

The entire base of the sedan chair was forged from black iron, occupying two hundred square meters, with carved beams and painted pillars on top, displaying the utmost luxury.

The sedan chair was multicolored, condensed from seven-colored stones; white was silver, yellow was gold, bright was glazed glass, green was jade...

Dragons and phoenixes, qilin vie to dance; Black Tortoise and White Tiger lie in the center. A sedan chair occupying such space, even if hollow inside, weighs at least several hundred tons.

To move it, at least a dozen Heart-Image martial artists must work together.

Having a dozen Heart-Image martial artists carry the sedan chair, even Fang Can silently clicked his tongue in amazement.

He had not intended to conceal it before, but he did not expect it to be so ostentatious.

(End of this chapter)