Chapter 164: The Emperor's New Clothes [Third Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets!]

In the evening, Fang Can, whose face bore some bruises after fighting for most of the day, walked out of the training hall.

That old man's strikes were a bit too ruthless; the final Guillotine move nearly tore his head off.

"Young hero Fang, are you preparing to return?" the voice of Prince Qing came from the side.

"Today's practice is nearly done; the gains are great. I will return to cultivate, and come again tomorrow," Fang Can replied.

"Ahem, this Prince heard you are practicing that Yin Divine Technique, which requires one hundred young girls. This Prince has a lute girl raised since childhood, which can be gifted to the young hero for cultivation," Prince Qing said, his tone slightly awkward.

"Hmm? That isn't necessary," Fang Can waved his hand lightly and said, "My believers are already arranging it for me; why should Prince Qing trouble yourself?"

'Of course I know; if I could pass through open selection, would I resort to backdoor channels?' Prince Qing thought resentfully.

"This is merely this Prince's goodwill; Fang Shaoxia Fang must not decline. My lute girl has undergone strict selection since childhood and will certainly not disappoint the young hero."

At this point, Prince Qing's tone was somewhat guilty; after their strict selection, they still failed the public open selection—where could they take this grievance?

"Your Highness, women's charms lead men astray," Fang Can said earnestly. "If not for cultivating the Yin Divine Mantra, I would not wish to have excessive contact. Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."

Under Prince Qing's helpless gaze, Fang Can turned without the slightest attachment and left Prince Qing's Wang Fu.

Returning to his own residence via a small path, Fang Can was startled by the scene within the courtyard; it was as if he had arrived in the Kingdom of Women.

Everywhere were women walking within the residence; every single one, if seen outside, would be a character that made people stop involuntarily.

Seeing Fang Can return, the foremost beauty glanced around and said, "This young woman greets my lord Fang."

As she spoke, the beauty suppressed the joy in her heart.

Although the believers within the residence had previously described Fang Can's features—the one with white hair and red eyes who looked the most handsome at a glance—

even with this preset expectation, seeing him in person still exceeded their expectations.

"Hmm, you have worked hard," Fang Can said somewhat awkwardly, clasping his hands behind his back, exchanged a few words, and walked past these beauties back into the room.

Walking quickly back into the courtyard, he saw Ye Qingsi snort and say, "Now are you satisfied? The residence is full of women."

"I feel nothing; I am already used to it," Fang Can answered honestly.

The fact was indeed so; although he had been mixing ice, that group of women had not.

Some simple physiological reactions could be easily overcome; it was merely a bit of beauty.

"Now that the numbers are too large, it actually makes me feel somewhat troubled," Fang Can sighed.

It wasn't that he couldn't hold on; with his current recovery ability, he could fight continuously, but it was too time-consuming.

"Just keep enjoying the benefits while pretending to complain," Ye Qingsi said, speechless.

'It is still too troublesome now; is there a more cost-effective method of cultivation?' Fang Can considered this question.

But he immediately realized that such a problem was beyond what he could handle at present.

For the next few days, Fang Can maintained his familiar routine of cultivation between two points.

Every morning, the busy Master Fang got up early and, under Ye Qingsi's expectant gaze, spent two hours feeding her until she was stuffed.

Before eight o'clock, he had to rush to Prince Qing's Wang Fu to undergo another round of beating.

After being beaten for five hours, he dragged his battered body back to the residence at 6 PM in the evening, without a moment's rest, continuing to cultivate earnestly until dawn.

Then, after concluding the cultivation, he would continue to feed Ye Qingsi.

The whole process was truly non-stop throughout the day.

Is this tiring? Indeed; even Fang Can was getting annoyed.

But the purpose of all this was to defeat Xiang Longtao in the upcoming Great Competition of Nations and protect his Dendrobium.

After seven consecutive days of high-intensity cultivation, Ye Yonglie's open selection had also concluded early.

In the end, Prince Qing failed to be selected; not only him, but many nobles in the capital circle were questioning life itself—this was too competitive.

On the seventh day, Fang Can specifically asked Old Yang for a day off to begin the specific cultivation of the Yin Divine Technique.

The reason for delaying so long was to maximize efficiency, allowing the selected women to practice the moves in advance.

Inside Fang Can's residence, a curtain separated everything; Ye Qingsi looked at the crowd of beauties and said, "Wait, line up one by one; after the previous one comes out, the next one enters."

As she spoke, Ye Qingsi's face looked somewhat grim; she hadn't expected to have to do it herself, and it felt as if her head was turning green.

In the hands of these selected women, each held a manual of the Yin Divine Technique, which detailed the 108 moves of the technique.

After spending four days having these people memorize the moves in advance, Fang Can finally began cultivation to maximize efficiency.

"We can begin; you go in first," Ye Qingsi looked at the first maiden, who, with a flushed face, stood up, went around the curtain, and walked inside.

Inside, Fang Can was already waiting.

For today's cultivation, Fang Can wore only the Emperor's New Clothes, so as soon as she entered, the maiden was shocked by this garment of Fang Can's.

What a beautiful piece of clothing was on Fang Can's body; that Bai Xi fabric glowing with light, the clearly defined patterns, and the slightly red tally marks on it were extremely visually striking.

The maiden who approached directly turned crimson all at once; for a moment, her gaze didn't know where to look and could only wander restlessly.

The instructions from the big shot behind her before coming were subconsciously cast aside.

"Let us begin," Fang Can exhaled a deep breath, knowing that what followed would be one relentless battle after another, so he must achieve a quick victory.

The next moment, the selected one outside the curtain shuddered all over because continuous screams came from the opposite side.

That sound was like a kitten in spring, continuous and melodious, echoing around the beams.

'No... surely not,' the maiden outside thought subconsciously with doubt.

They had received detailed instruction since childhood; the beginning should always be uncomfortable; how could it be so... excessive?

'The traces of acting are too obvious; it actually looks fake,' the crowd outside judged.

But only Ye Qingsi knew the truth, secretly guessing how long it would take for the maiden's first defeat.

"I surrendered in one minute and twenty seconds back then; this time, with their rich experience, they should be able to last two minutes," Ye Qingsi judged.

But she obviously underestimated the lethality of the 108 Techniques; only one minute and twenty-four seconds passed before everything returned to nothingness.

"This is only the fifth move; can you still hold on?" Fang Can said, speechless.

"Please, my lord, do not spare me," the maiden said, her breath fragrant as orchids.

Though her tone was weak, her eyes held an excited gleam, like a wolf that had just tasted meat.

Fang Can nodded, about to continue the fight, when the girl suddenly collapsed to the ground, kneeling.

"M-my lord, I can't stand up," the girl said, her face flushed with shame.

Fang Can:...

(End of this chapter)