Chapter 150: The Bride's Divine Art, a Gift to the Past

In the pitch-black, chilling underground chamber, Yuan Dang was bound hand and foot, locked inside the basement.

During this period, he was ordered not to cultivate, not to speak, and not to move.

As time passed under this confinement, Yuan Dang felt that after ceasing cultivation, his body gradually grew fat, and his arms, once strong enough to shatter cauldrons, slowly lost their strength.

Standing before him were two Heart-Phase martial artists assigned by Fang Can to watch him.

As a devotee of the God, he was utterly dutiful with no concept of slacking; at every moment, at least one pair of eyes watched him, leaving no chance to escape.

Unwillingness! Resentment! Anger! Pain!

Endless pain filled his mind and spirit; what troubled him most was hearing the deeds of Fang Can from the mouths of these martial artists.

Like the God defeating another martial artist today, the God showing special interest in the Hall Master Ye's daughter, the God preparing to go to the capital to show off...

Although this life's Fang Can did not grow in power as explosively as the previous one, his experiences were simply those of a life winner, completely free of deep bitterness and hatred.

Yuan Dang: Why! Why! Why!

Trapped in the secret chamber, Yuan Dang felt as though the world had forgotten him; since that day of interrogation, he had not seen Fang Can once.

One month... one year... ten years...

During the seventy-two-year-long imprisonment, Yuan Dang's limbs had withered like dead wood, his cultivation had regressed to that of a mortal, and nearly half his life had already stepped into the grave.

The only difference was that the guards before him had changed at least three rounds over these seventy-two years.

And through the guards' conversations, he heard that Fang Can seemed to be stepping toward the peak, becoming a Seventh-Transcendence powerhouse of legend.

But these no longer concerned him; he was about to die of old age...

Creak—

Just before the flame of life was about to extinguish, a beam of light shone into Yuan Dang's eyes; the blinding Jin Guang made tears overflow immediately.

With the sound of footsteps, a white-haired, red-eyed youth walked against the light into the sealed chamber that had been closed for decades.

Looking at the youth's appearance, although vastly different from their last meeting, Yuan Dang still recognized the youth's identity—Fang Can!

"More than seventy years have passed; you are about to die of old age. This is the last time we meet." The youth before him now wore an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Heh... heh..."

He wanted to say something, but having not spoken for over seventy years, he had completely lost the ability to converse, and could only stare at the youth with hateful eyes.

"Your ability is indeed formidable, a future prediction exceeding the observable universe."

"I do not know how such an ability suddenly appeared in you, but many things in the universe are inherently unreasonable; we can only attribute it to coincidence."

"However, since I have been cultivating at the Seventh-Transcendence level these years, it means the upper limit of your ability can only simulate up to this extent."

"After your death, the entire composition of the information universe, including me, will begin to collapse, and you will return to seventy-two years ago."

"In that case, let's play a game."

In Yuan Dang's blurred vision, Fang Can pulled out a copper coin from his hand and gently waved it before him.

After so many years, facing the copper coin in Fang Can's hand, Yuan Dang recalled that distant afternoon seventy-two years ago when he sought the traitor; it was also a copper coin that decided his fate.

"If the coin lands on heads, I will fight with all my might to survive, break back into reality, and seize the original body's position!"

"But if it lands on tails, then I will accept my fate and become an information medium."

As he spoke, Fang Can tossed the copper coin in his hand again; with the crisp clink upon landing, the result revealed after the coin stopped spinning made Fang Can smile with relief.

"Misfortune turns to fortune; this ability has been a long time coming."

As he spoke, Yuan Dang felt darkness before his eyes; the next moment, his entire brain exploded with a boom.

Before dying, the last thing he heard was a whisper: "This is a relic I leave for the original body; remember to keep it safe for me; perhaps one day in the future it will be needed."

"Clatter!"

With the sound of iron chains echoing throughout the chamber, Yuan Dang discovered his once-decaying body had regained vitality, and his once-dull brain could think rapidly again.

Lifting his gaze, he saw the first guard watching him warily.

'I actually... have been reborn again!' After regaining consciousness, Yuan Dang cried out in狂喜.

Looking at the guard before him, he wanted to speak, wanted to open his mouth, but the loss of his language system from the previous life left him only able to sob continuously.

Seeming to find his voice a spoil of fun, the very next moment his mouth was tightly stuffed with a rag.

Watching the constantly sobbing Yuan Dang, the guard said coldly, "Do not speak; the God said absolutely no communication with you; give up that hope."

With those words, Yuan Dang fell into complete despair.

Because at this moment, his body was completely restricted within the narrow, sealed chamber, with not a bit of room to move.

Even if he could be reborn infinitely afterward, what use would it be? He could only experience the painful life within the cycle again and again, making it even worse!

Originally, being imprisoned for seventy-two years would lead to death by old age; now, he did not know how many seventy-two-year cycles he would endure; this was worse than dying.

But he also knew clearly that he could not die.

Because during the seventy-two years of imprisonment in the previous life, he had attempted death countless times, but each time he was discovered and stopped; truly, he could not seek life nor seek death!

And all of this was bestowed by Fang Can; thinking of this, the chains on Yuan Dang's body shook again.

After finishing lunch and strolling around the Fang Manor for a while, Fang Can took his leave and chose to return to his own residence to continue cultivating.

He originally felt the Grand Tournament was a sure victory, but hearing that the Number One of Great Chu had also defeated a First-Transcendence cultivator, Fang Can felt it was time to work harder.

Calculating the time, Ye Qingshi should have already entered the capital; it was just right to practice the Curse of the Y God.

Returning to the residence, Fang Can looked down at the ancient bamboo slip in his hand; as the slip opened, a beam of Jin Guang shot into Fang Can's eyes, followed immediately by a vast amount of information directly stuffed into his brain from afar.

According to the cultivation method described in the book, this was the supreme technique of the Hehuan Sect, the Curse of the Y God!

Only those who maintain a Pure Yang, un-leaking body can cultivate it, and one must maintain Pure Yang and un-leaking throughout the cultivation process.

Once leaked, the entire cultivation body is lost, and all hard-accumulated effort is wiped out in one move.

As a poem proves: "Bitterly hating to press gold thread year after year, making a wedding dress for others."

Simply put, if you cultivate successfully and then leak onto them, according to the law of conservation of mass, your positive energy will not disappear; it will only be transferred onto them.

Immediately, within the corresponding number of days, the other party receives the same boost.

Moreover, this technique has no upper limit at all; for every tenfold increase in the number of women, the duration and intensity of the boost obtained will double once more.

"What kind of Bridal Garment Divine Art is this…" Fang Can reflected on the information in his mind, muttering inwardly.

(End of this chapter)