Chapter 143: Clearing Out the Small Fry

"A... a Six-Revolution cave dwelling?"

Jiang Ningan's brows rose in shock.

Six Revolutions! That was a terrifying existence capable of overturning heaven and earth.

It wouldn't be long before this great power's cave-dwelling mystical realm opened?

Jiang Ningan could already picture the rivers of blood it would stir up.

"Wait, Master." Jiang Ningan suddenly grew nervous and said in a panic, "Fang Can is still a child who hasn't even reached one revolution—what use is there in bringing him in?"

"Naturally, it's because of the identity of a superpowered being bestowed by the fortune on his body."

Hearing Liu Qingmeng said, "With such an ability, entering that mystical realm cave dwelling, wherever he passes will surely be as if aided by the gods."

"As for strength, your master is not lacking; right now, all that's missing is a touch of timely fortune."

"Then... won't Fang Can be in great danger?" Jiang Ningan muttered softly.

"Don't worry, I won't force him to come. This trip to the capital is to lay out the pros and cons to him, and in the end leave the choice to him."

Hearing Liu Qingmeng said, "With his fortune ability, this trip will surely yield gains; he may even reach the fourth revolution a step faster than you. Rather than worrying about him, you'd better think about yourself."

Saying this, Hearing Liu Qingmeng felt a bit of frustration at her disciple's inability to live up to expectations.

What "only seven years old, the youngest to walk the Heaven Ascension Road"—it was all a complete pitfall.

Instead of properly tempering her foundation, she charged ahead recklessly. Her ninth-level foundation wasn't even one-tenth tempered before she directly entered the first revolution, gaining the weakest first-revolution constitution.

Other martial artists who reached the ninth level within a year or two—like her, who reached the Ninth-Level Realm at six—all chose to continue settling down, letting their bodies grow naturally, spending over a decade properly tempering their bones.

This both perfected the fleshly body and cultivated an invincible state of mind.

Yet the girl had entered the first revolution just because it seemed fun.

Outsiders watched the show and thought it impressive.

But after Hearing Liu Qingmeng emerged from closed-door cultivation and heard her own disciple had walked the Heaven Ascension Road at seven, she felt the sky had collapsed—this disciple was half-ruined.

Sure enough, in the following dozen-plus years, after rapidly entering the third revolution, her cultivation came to a grinding halt, with the fourth revolution nowhere in sight.

Now it's been two or three years, and her third-revolution progress hasn't even reached half.

If progress is slow, then so be it—she should settle her heart and spend another dozen-plus years, using patient, water-mill effort to make up for the insufficient foundation.

Yet at such a critical moment, her own disciple had actually fallen in love early???

For a third-revolution lifespan of 500 years, considering marriage at twenty is really a bit too early.

And the one she likes is Fang Can, who is only eighteen—after suppressing it for so long, she's started to act like an old cow eating tender grass.

Haven't you seen how Fang Can calls her "Senior Jiang" every single day?

In Hearing Liu Qingmeng's view, this was simply stepping on every pitfall cultivation had to offer—what a "Martial Arts Dim Lantern."

What she couldn't stand most was that Fang Can's talent was dozens, even hundreds of times stronger than Jiang Ningan's—such talent absolutely couldn't be squandered by her own disciple.

If it were purely physiological needs, fine, but dating is absolutely not allowed.

When the time comes, the young couple will be all over each other day in and day out—will they still have cultivation in their heads? Will they still be able to properly raise their realm?

So Hearing Liu Qingmeng had to fulfill her duty as an elder and firmly resist the young couple's early romance.

After that, she wouldn't care, but before the college entrance exam... ah no, before the third revolution of the Heaven Ascension Road, she would restrict their meetings. If they wanted to meet, it had to be through her, the elder.

Anyway, Jiang Ningan just needed to cultivate in peace, while as master, Hearing Liu Qingmeng had many more things to consider.

Anyway, Jiang Ningan only needed to focus on cultivating in peace, but as his master, Hearing Liu Qingmeng had far more to consider.

Inside the sedan chair, Fang Can sat cross-legged, his body trembling and leaving afterimages as he practiced his technique.

Although he cultivated very seriously, Ye Qingshi's side was miserable.

With the added vibration effect, the sensation was several times stronger than yesterday.

In just one hour, Fang Can felt his legs were as if soaked in water, drenched.

His ears, moreover, endured wave after wave of the girl's piercing bombardment.

His mind wasn't on external things at all. Through this period of cultivation, Fang Can had successfully given his brain and five viscera the function of sliding rails within his body.

He could make his five viscera continuously swim within his body.

When the time came, if he encountered a targeted attack, he could directly lift his heart to his throat or drop it into his belly, evading all kinds of harm.

Amid Ye Qingshi's screams, she dropped directly to her knees on the ground, unable to rise again.

Fang Can, meanwhile, casually picked up a cloth to wipe the soaked parts of his legs.

"First level of the Mystic Gate? Not bad progress." Fang Can nodded lightly, feeling that the other party being able to reach this progress within two days was indeed quite diligent in squeezing herself.

"What about the second stage? Not proceeding?"

Ye Qingshi raised her head, her face red like a peach blossom, strands of hair clinging to her cheeks, her eyes brimming with a hint of allure.

"Wait for me to come back—seems like another clueless fool has come to cause trouble outside." Fang Can said, a hint of impatience in his eyes.

The current team's strength was still a bit lacking. Apart from him, the other Mind-Phase martial artists combined couldn't beat the top thousand on the Hidden Dragon Ranking—there was a gap in strength.

This meant that when some small fry came to pick fights, he still had to come out personally to meet the enemy.

Pushing open the great door with one hand, Fang Can stepped out and saw a youth roaring as if hyperthyroid: "Where's Fang Can? I am ranked 349th on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, and I have come today specifically to spar."

As he chanted, the god-worshipping band behind him played continuously.

Without hesitation, Fang Can directly strode up to that youth.

"So you're Fang Can, huh? You're quite pretty, but I don't know about your strength—being so short..." the youth taunted, looking at Fang Can.

With a hint of impatience, Fang Can threw a right punch with no flourish.

With a hint of impatience, Fang Can's right fist shot out without any flourish.

With a heaven-shaking roar, utterly unable to resist, amid the massive clouds of dust and sand kicked up, 349 was directly embedded into the earth by Fang Can's single punch.

Looking at the burly youth in the four-meter-deep pit, his bones largely shattered, limbs twisted, eyes wide as he stared at the sky and questioned his life.

Looking at the burly youth in that four-meter-deep pit, his bones shattered in great patches, his limbs twisted, eyes wide as he stared up at the sky, doubting life itself.

The tune being played by the Worship Music Band suddenly stopped, and these believers, after the deity's fall, began to crumble in their Dao hearts.

Looking at the thing that looked like a dead dog, he turned around and returned to the sedan chair, saying: "Hang him up, and parade him with the procession all the way to Jingcheng."

"We humbly obey the deity's decree," Ye Yonglie and the others said in shame, secretly sighing that their own strength could not keep up with the deity's pace, and that the deity had to act in every matter.

Thus, over the following dozen or so days, at the top of the procession on the strange poles, one after another stripped martial artists were hung up.

From the original 1 to the current 53, each one was a martial artist ranked within the top thousand of the Hidden Dragon List.

Of course, compared to the strange poles, the momentum at the back of the procession was even more significant.

These 53 martial artists were equivalent to 53 deity convoys.

These believer martial artists followed one by one behind Fang Can's procession, looking as if they had lost their parents.

Each of them called out to assure the hung deity that they would immediately think of a way to rescue them.

And in such an atmosphere, Jingcheng was also close at hand.

(End of this chapter)