Chapter 151: Witch Girl Auditions

【And why is this leak-proof technique a secret transmission of the Hehuan Sect?】Fang Can was speechless inside, but in truth he had underestimated the skill involved.

With a martial artist's ability, fighting a hundred people in a single day is no difficult feat, and this directly triggers a one-fold daily amplification.

Therefore, as long as the female disciples of the Hehuan Sect absorb the tally marks like cutting chives, they themselves can obtain a day's worth of amplification.

So it looks like this is a requirement for male martial artists, but actually it isn't — this is a terrifying buff for female martial artists.

Although it requires the male martial artist practicing it to be pure-yang and leak-proof, restricting male disciples from frequently stacking buffs, the Hehuan Sect has still stockpiled many cannon-fodder men for this purpose.

The ancients said: "Fire a cannon before battle, clear-headed and healthy body" — that's exactly what this means.

After all, female martial artists only need to harvest chives, while male martial artists suffer much more in order to practice the y-divine-curse.

Comprehending the knowledge in his mind, after the initial introduction, Fang Can saw one hundred and eight combat techniques being demonstrated before his eyes, all manner of fighting postures.

Some Wu Gong resembled the drunken-fist moves like Drunkenness Lifts the Pot with a Thousand Jin of Force, Spinning Knee Strike in Drunken Return, Wrist-Grabbing Chest-Hold Drunken Flute-Playing……

Before this, Fang Can's main style was brute force and tiles fly, never imagining there was so much depth within.

Looking at the one hundred and eight combat techniques that emerged in his mind, he was dazzled for a moment—it exceeded his imagination somewhat.

One could say it thoroughly excavated the potential of the human body.

And according to the y-divine-curse, this combat is not a dinner party, you can't just make up the numbers — only when all one hundred and eight moves are performed consecutively does it count as one person.

Fang Can closed his eyes, and what then appeared was the data of every person he had previously fought.

Ye Qingshi (3/108), Yingyue (7/108), Li Xi (2/108), Cheng Yu……

Recalling his past experiences, Fang Can found that he had barely scraped together a hundred kills, but not a single one met the conditions — not even a fraction of it.

"Damn... I haven't returned to the mortal world yet either, so where am I supposed to gather 108 generals?" Fang Can suddenly cursed inwardly.

【Forget it, let me try first. If it really won't work, I can only restart the cultivation.】Fang Can sighed, left the room, and walked toward Ye Qingshi, who was practicing martial arts in the courtyard outside.

After this period of cultivation, the girl had successfully met the requirements of the third layer of the Mystic Gate.

The cultivation wasn't some quick-success technique that everyone could practice — it was confiscated from other Hidden Dragon Ranking martial artists, a broad road that could be cultivated all the way to the ninth layer of the Mystic Gate.

It was expected that before the upcoming Grand Competition of the Nations, the girl could reach the ninth layer of the Mystic Gate through once-daily cultivation, and begin attempting the Heaven Ascension Path.

Noticing Fang Can's approach, although Ye Qingshi continued her literary flourishes, her Bai Xi powerful legs had already softened halfway.

"Um, well..." Fang Can looked at the girl, opened his mouth to speak, but stopped halfway through.

With a closing palm, Ye Qingshi turned her head and looked at the hesitant Fang Can: "What's wrong with you? You're hemming and hawing."

"It's just that, we can begin today's cultivation." As Fang Can spoke, he felt the roles of attacker and defender had reversed.

Previously he had been the one helping the girl cultivate, but now his own selfish motives were mixed in, so he couldn't quite let himself go.

"Oh~" Ye Qingshi sized up the indecisive Fang Can with a teasing gaze, joy rising in her heart: "You want it, don't you."

"It's for cultivation — cultivation doesn't count as wanting." Fang Can corrected her.

"If you say so, then so be it." Ye Qingshi agreed, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

These past days, watching Fang Can act like a block of wood, she had nearly fainted from happiness alone, thinking Fang Can truly had extraordinary willpower — turns out he was just holding back well, this little minx.

"Come, follow me inside." Ye Qingshi tugged at Fang Can's collar and walked briskly toward the room, followed by rustling sounds.

"Wait, hold on a moment, today is a bit different."

"Hold what hold, do you still want to cultivate or not? But what's this move called?"

"This is called Lü Dongbin Drunkenly Lifts the Pot with a Thousand Jin of Force."

"Then why am I the pot? Why do you get to be the one lifting?"

"Never mind that, just squat obediently — that's how the fist is trained."

"Okay (expectant face)."

……

Ye Qingshi (108/108)

Two hours later, a day's cultivation was achieved, and Fang Can looked at the faint red tally mark that had appeared on his lower abdomen.

According to the y-divine-curse, each stage of the 'tally' mark has a corresponding color, divided into 【Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Purple】.

One woman is faint red, a hundred kills is deep red, and when breaking past a hundred it shifts from deep red to light orange, and so on.

Looking down, he saw that on Ye Qingshi's fair lower abdomen beside him, gasping for breath, a faint red tally mark had also been imprinted.

【As expected, my furnace-vessel body can deceive this curse's requirements, permanently solidifying the one-woman-kill effect.】Fang Can affirmed inwardly.

However, since this y-divine-curse only has its minimum trigger effect at a hundred kills, currently apart from one tally mark there is no difference from before.

【So... what's the point?】

Fang Can leaned against the corner of the wall, pondering whether to achieve the hundred-kill accomplishment before the Grand Competition of the Nations.

Just thinking about the time it would take to linger among a hundred flowers, Fang Can felt somewhat unwilling.

But if he succeeded, he could permanently solidify a one-fold combat power increase for himself, so he felt suffering a little grievance wasn't unacceptable.

【Sigh, Fang Can, Fang Can, other martial artists have dug out even their roots for cultivation — what's the harm in you enduring a little suffering from being lost in women?】

After consoling himself inwardly, Fang Can draped a blanket over the resting Ye Qingshi, then went out with a reluctant face to find Ye Yonglie and stated his request.

Received Divine Quest: 【Find Beauties】

Quest Conditions: The deity needs to cultivate the Art of Controlling Women, continuing to need a hundred primordial-yin maidens to aid cultivation. As the deity's foremost believer, you must immediately scout out suitable women to help the deity cultivate.

Quest Reward: Help the deity feel pleased, Mystic Gate sixth-layer cultivation progress +20%

Failure Penalty: Can't even handle such a small matter — heart-state shatters, cultivation progress -50%

……

"I'll go handle it right now!" Ye Yonglie was bursting with enthusiasm, happier than if he were going to do it himself.

Their own deity was too promising, and they never had a chance to help — now at last there was something they could do.

"Remember, don't be too forceful, mind your manners." Fang Can cautioned, worried the other party would come on strong and simply abduct them.

"Rest assured, deity, this quest has no difficulty at all. I will definitely pick the best of the best and find you suitable candidates within five days." After saying this, Ye Yonglie rushed out in high spirits.

"Brothers, the time has come for everyone to contribute. Whose household still has a female relative with her primal yin intact? This very moment is a golden opportunity to serve the divine. Limited to one hundred spots—first come, first served."

"This guy…" Fang Can covered his face and said helplessly.

(End of chapter)