Chapter 149: y God Curse

【This thing… a sect-protecting treasure?】

After reading the introduction of the verdant little sword, Fang Can could not help but say: "Then what's the deal with the Asura, does this little sword have some special use? Like, say, giving it to an enemy?"

While speaking, Fang Can subconsciously took two steps back, feeling repulsed just being near it.

"It has no other effect. Just as the literal meaning, this little sword was made to make one's kin and friends unchaste," Fang Yanbei said seriously.

Seeing Fang Can's somewhat twitching face, Yanbei explained: "The Asura faction mainly cultivates flesh and blood, a bloodline said to be cursed, requiring the most extreme emotional stimulation to succeed."

"Breaking through to the first revolution needs stimulation, entering the second and third revolutions also needs stimulation, but normally who has nothing better to do than go bother them, so they can only go bother themselves."

"This little sword is the sacrificial vessel they carry on them, meant to plunge the spirit into extremity, seeking to break through."

"After entering the Heavenly Ascension Path, the strength of the heart is even more important than the body. Using the human heart to replace the heart of heaven — the bigger your heart, the greater your power."

"And once the Asura lineage breaks through, relying on extreme frenzy, they are rarely matched among those of the same realm, and once oppressed an era."

"And then?"

"Then they were wiped out. A fourth-revolution cultivator became their victim; they went looking for trouble at only the second revolution and were crushed with a single finger. Only afterward was the Asura's secret discovered."

"Before this we all found it strange, why every generation of Asura disciples were so full of grievance, practically walking Tian Sha Gu Xing incarnate, only later did we learn the truth."

Fang Can was speechless: 【Can they not be full of grievance? With this drive to cuckold themselves, that's truly impressive.】

Wandering through this Treasure Pavilion the whole way, looking at the Fang family's thousand-year foundation, there were indeed some things Fang Can liked very much.

Seeing Fang Can looking here and there, Fang Yanbei smiled: "If Fang Shaoxia Fang has any thoughts, the treasures in this room are yours to choose from, several pieces are fine."

"Then I thank Minister Fang. I only need one piece."

Fang Can did not decline, directly opening his mouth to give thanks, then let his gaze wander among these treasures.

"Fang Shaoxia Fang, I recommend you choose a sacrificial vessel. After all, those powerful techniques have overly harsh cultivation conditions, while a good sacrificial vessel can bring you greater help."

"I know."

As Fang Can spoke, he plucked a silver-white strand of hair with a wave of his hand and blew it gently.

Watching the hair strand flutter in the air, Fang Can closed his eyes and let it free-fall in the breeze, without controlling it.

He trusted his luck to make the correct choice, no need to think with his brain, just entrust his heart to fate.

Under Fang Yanbei's puzzled gaze, the hair strand, as it descended, landed on a book three meters away.

Opening his eyes, Fang Can took a few steps, followed the direction of the hair strand on the counter, tucked the strand back into his head, then looked at this display stand with anticipation.

【God-cursing Curse Art (y God Curse)】: Battle hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of women without leaking, cultivate with a pure-yang unleaking body; upon completion, embed the character 'Zheng' (Righteous).

Slaying a hundred grants one Zheng, strength doubles, lasts one day.

Slaying a thousand grants two Zheng, strength triples, lasts two days.

Slaying ten thousand grants three Zheng, strength quadruples, lasts four days.

Fang Can: …

Fang Yanbei: …

Looking at the contents of this forbidden technique, both Fang Can and Fang Yanbei were dumbfounded.

Fang Can's thought was: "Does my count as a virgin man?"

And Fang Yanbei's thought was: "Does Fang Shaoxia Fang have any?"

Both of them had doubts about this technique's conditions, it really did seem somewhat unsuitable.

"Is Fang Shaoxia Fang certain about choosing this? How about the Brutal Dragon City-Protecting Armor next to mine, that sacrificial vessel's effect is more practical," Fang Yanbei recommended.

"No need, just this one," Fang Can said firmly, because he recalled what Liu Qingmeng had said earlier about his furnace-cauldron effect.

Every time like the first time — does a replenished virgin membrane not count as a virgin?

"Fine, since Fang Shaoxia you insist, then this one it is." Fang Yanbei reached out and grabbed, the technique floating before him successfully scooped into his palm.

Taking this ancient tome, Fang Can tucked it away, his expression somewhat subtle.

Counting it all up, he had indeed achieved the hundred-slaying accomplishment. If the pure-yang body condition could be met, then it really was very suitable for him.

Ending this tour of the Treasure Pavilion, the two walked out through the stone tablet passage.

It was now noon. Fang Yanbei spoke to urge him to stay: "How about Fang Shaoxia stays at my residence to finish lunch before departing?"

Having just received the other's benefit, Fang Can immediately nodded in agreement, following along to the main hall.

In the main hall stood an Eight Immortals table, a woman with a gentle smile and three men and two women already seated and waiting.

The Eight Immortals table was laden with delicacies, a few servants stood at the side ready to attend at any moment.

Seeing the two arrive now, these people all gazed at Fang Can with curious eyes.

After all, Fang Yanbei's earlier act of directly taking Fang Can to the Treasure Pavilion had already reached their ears.

And the matter of the first place on the Ascending Dragon Rankings entering the capital was also a recent hot topic in the capital; they had heard of it too, not expecting him to arrive at the Fang residence the very next day.

So could he really be the old master's illegitimate son?

"Fang Shaoxia Fang, let me introduce you. This is my worthless grandson Fang Shaobei."

The Minister pointed at a tall, sturdy man and said: "Already past thirty and only at the seventh level of the Mystic Gate, aptitude is poor, breaking through to the first revolution is a distant hope."

"Greetings, Fang Shaoxia Fang…" Fang Shaobei rose and cupped his hands.

"Next, this is my granddaughter-in-law, Wang Yating, third level of the Mystic Gate…"

Under Fang Yanbei's introductions, Fang Can memorized the identities of the few people.

Due to the five-hundred-year lifespan of the third revolution, Fang Yanbei, past a hundred years old, was in his prime.

The man who looked like a brother was actually a grandson, the one who looked like a wife was actually a granddaughter-in-law.

The remaining two men and two women were his great-grandsons and great-granddaughters, all at the fourth level of the Mystic Gate.

It was also through this that Fang Can somewhat came to realize, discovering that practicing martial arts was actually this difficult.

These people had cultivated for so many years and yet had not even reached the eighth level.

But if placed in the jianghu, these people's cultivation could be called outstanding talent and bear the name.

Previously, because he had always faced martial artists from the Hidden Dragon List—each a prodigy of the Great Expansion talent, one in ten million, practically guaranteed to enter the First Turn—he had misjudged the average strength of the martial world.

Precisely because their strength far exceeded that of ordinary people, martial artists on the Hidden Dragon List had believers willing to worship them as gods; he had previously suffered from survivorship bias.

As for Fang Yanbei's wife, her talent was too low, and she had passed away over ten years ago; her son, however, was promising, having cultivated to the First Turn and currently stationed at the border.

After a brief introduction and taking their seats, Fang Can picked up the delicacies before him and began to savor them carefully, occasionally responding to Fang Yanbei's conversation.

Meanwhile, on the territory of the Tiger Fiery Gate, in the basement where the Blazing Martial Hall was located, a youth bound by iron chains suddenly opened his eyes.

Just now, Yuan Dang... it seemed he had been reborn again.

(End of this chapter)