Chapter 111: Departure, North to the Imperial Capital!

Seeing his own disciple realize the problem, Yang Duan nodded in satisfaction; this blockhead had finally woken up.

"In any case, do not meddle in Fang Can's affairs. With his talent, a Fourth Turn is within reach in the future, something you cannot even dream of."

"With a Fourth Turn expert personally vouching for him, other noble families and sects will all grant a favor."

"As long as he doesn't go too far, even if this fellow wants to sleep on the Dragon Bed, others can only advise the Great Yan Emperor to keep his hat on tight."

"Now, the Great Yan cannot be said to last many days. As for you, consolidate your cultivation well next, secure a good ranking in the Great Competition of Nations, and thus my cultivation of you will not have been in vain."

Yang Duan spoke with deep feeling, hoping only that the disciple he had kindly cultivated would reach the Third Turn in his lifetime, which would be enough.

Hearing Yang Duan's admonition, the youth respectfully clasped his hands and said, "Thank you, Master, for your guidance."

"Enough, go down now. Find your Uncle Feng Tian to spar, and prepare for the coming battle." Yang Duan waved his hand lightly, driving the other away.

Watching his disciple's departing back, Yang Duan nodded in satisfaction; even his own people had been fooled, proving his hidden strategy was very successful.

Leaving this situation aside, within the territory of the Tiger Demon Gate, over ten thousand personnel were mobilized to prepare for Fang Can's journey north.

On a sedan chair with carved beams and painted pillars, far larger than an ordinary small house, Fang Can stepped into the sedan amidst the gaze of ten thousand.

The moment he entered, a world apart lay within; with no shared area, the sedan interior was a solid two hundred square meters and five meters high, containing everything needed for ordinary life.

And Ye Qingshi, along with several newly found maids to serve him, had already been waiting inside the sedan for a long time.

Outside the sedan, as news of Fang Can's journey north spread, with no intention of secrecy at all, everyone in Yanggu County knew of this matter.

A sea of people lined the roads to welcome him, staring with wide eyes at the decorations on this sedan.

They had never thought a sedan could be made this way; just knocking off a single piece would be enough for them to use for half a year.

As Fang Can stepped into the sedan, the leader of the surrounding singing choir shouted loudly, "Raise the sedan!"

In the next instant, dozens of martial artists prepared around the sedan exerted their strength together.

Muscles from arms to waist, abdomen, and neck bulged together, emitting a sound like steel bars being stirred; then several men lifted the lower edge of this house together and yanked upward with a sudden force!

"Boom!"

Under the shocked gazes of the onlookers, the entire sedan of over two hundred square meters rose from the ground, then steadily rested upon the arms of these martial artists.

Extravagant! Luxurious!

With dozens of martial artists using their precise control, the sedan did not shake even a fraction throughout the entire process.

"Set off!"

With another loud shout, these martial artists stepped forward together, heading toward the direction of the capital.

While carrying the sedan, these martial artists varied in height and build, yet every step they took seemed measured, their coordination as tacit as robots.

At the four corners of the sedan sat four jade bowls filled with water; during the procession, the liquid inside the bowls did not even ripple, as if still on flat ground.

In the next instant, dozens of musicians around softly played the instruments in their hands.

The sounds of pipa, erhu, xiao, flute, se, qin, xun, sheng, and many others merged together, yet were not noisy, serving merely as background music.

Afterwards, hundreds of martial artists held the "Supreme Zenith Glorious Radiant Divine Emperor Scripture" in their hands, eyes devout, chanting words aloud from their mouths.

【In ancient times, at the beginning of chaos, heaven and earth were undivided, yin and yang unseparated; only one god existed, spirit bright and unclouded, named Fang Can.

The god said, "Let there be heaven and earth." Thus he divided chaos into two qi; the light and clear rose upward to become heaven, the heavy and turbid sank downward to become earth. Once heaven and earth were established, all things began to sprout.

The god said again, "Let there be light." Immediately from within the chaos, he emitted a spiritual light, shining universally in all directions. Once light and dark were separated, day and night were formed.

He then commanded all things to arise from water, and grass to emerge from the land...】

Outside the sedan, the chanting continued unabated; the devout prayers could be heard within a radius of one li, yet these sounds were all blocked by the thick soundproof walls inside the sedan.

After all, one could not disturb the god's rest and cultivation; within this sedan built from special soundproof stone walls, even if Fang Can chose to indulge in nightly revelry inside, not a single sound could be conducted outward.

The entire northbound procession was vast and magnificent, stretching for several li, making the utmost noise along the way and attracting countless gazes.

Such a noisy spectacle; let alone in Yanggu County, even the cosmic broadcast in Three-Body would not be this conspicuous.

The entire procession was huge in scale, yet the march was not slow.

After all, most were martial artists following along; with a martial artist's physique, carrying a horse while running was no problem, and having an ordinary person sit atop the horse was even less of an issue.

Thus, in just a short while, the procession had run out of Yanggu County.

"Hey, what is happening over there?" Outside the county, watching the distant procession, a young man with somewhat poor intelligence curiously asked the onlookers around him.

"You don't know this? That Fang Can, ranked first on the Ascending Dragon List, is heading north to participate in the Great Competition of Nations." A passerby on the side explained.

"The Great Competition of Nations? I recall only martial artists of the Profound Gate Eighth to Ninth Level can participate? Is this fellow preparing for the next competition ten years from now so early?"

"Who knows? Anyway, we just wait and watch the show; these god-worshipping fellows always put on some act every year."

"I heard them say that Fang Can has apparently already reached the Profound Gate Ninth Level."

"Don't listen to their bragging; wasn't he just at the First Level less than ten days ago? Do you think he's swallowing Immortal Pills?"

Such discussions went on endlessly; combined with their unguarded conduct along the way, these people quickly figured out Fang Can's direction of travel.

"Did you say that first-ranked Ascending Dragon List... really reached the Profound Gate Ninth Level?"

At noon the next day, watching the massive procession winding through streets and alleys in the distance, Li Zhengyang judged to himself, "It makes no sense; how could it be this fast?"

"Whatever, what are we martial artists afraid of? If it's not the same realm, we wouldn't even bother moving."

Several companions nearby cursed, "Even if that Fang Can is on the Ascend to Heaven Path, we cannot be cowardly; otherwise, all these years of martial arts training would be in vain."

"Those old things at home are truly something; what's wrong with the Robbery Sword Mountain? The bigger Fang Can's background, the more satisfying it will be to humiliate him."

"What Fang Can's talent, future Fourth Turn of the Ascend to Heaven Path, and so on; now he still needs to be caught by us and severely humiliated."

"After humiliating Fang Can, this great tonic, next at the Great Competition of Nations, once I break into the Ascend to Heaven Path realm, I will surely leave everyone behind and crush them beneath me."

"One word: do you do it or not? If not, I'll go myself."

Just as Li Xiangyang was still hesitating, the burly man who thought his companion was dragging his feet leaped up and blocked the front of the procession.

"Boom boom boom!"

Inside the room, Fang Can, who was regulating his breath, slowly opened his eyes because he felt his sedan... had stopped.

(End of this chapter)