Chapter 165

Twenty minutes later, inside Fang Can's residence.

Behind the curtain, the girl looked as if she had been pulled out of water.

Fang Can gently pressed his hands downward, successfully meeting the requirement of the Second Divine Spell's 108 forms.

Of course, this also left his training partner thoroughly satisfied, achieving eight consecutive peaks within twenty minutes.

On Fang Can's lower abdomen, the color of the 【正】 character had subtly deepened further.

Before the curtain, the remaining ninety-nine girls stared with hesitation—if this feeling was faked, it was far too convincing.

But if it was real, wasn't that even more fantastical?

With hesitation in the air, Fang Can's voice drifted calmly from inside: "Next, ten enter. I'll take on ten."

'Ten… ten?'

At that moment, the girls' expressions were like those who had just seen Ye Wen's colonel—filled with shock.

"Yes. Quick and decisive. Save time." Fang Can's tone was flat as he looked down at the defeated woman before him.

Shanfeng swayed with the rhythm of his pulse, brooks trickled through secluded valleys, the natural scenery serene and inviting.

But these twenty minutes were too short; the opponent before him couldn't even let Fang Can fully indulge.

"My lord, give me one more chance—I'll do anything." The woman snapped out of her daze, knelt facing Fang Can, her voice pleading.

"Please, my lord, guide me again. I wish to serve you for life."

'I knew it.' Ye Qingshi covered her face; as someone who had been there, she knew exactly how the person inside would react.

On her first taste of the forbidden fruit, she had held back for a long time—no being could easily suppress such a response.

"You're no longer needed." Fang Can shook his head coldly. "Today's time quota is exhausted. If you want supplies, wait until tomorrow."

Ignoring the heartbreak etched into the girl's expression, Fang Can urged those outside the curtain: "What are you waiting for? Come in."

As ten more entered from outside, Fang Can spoke in his usual detached tone: "Begin."

The next moment, the ninety women outside witnessed the beautiful harmony of ten voices singing in unison.

Since vocal quality was part of the audition, each woman's voice differed—some like a cat's purr, some like a oriole's trill, some like a cuckoo's call…

Just from the chorus alone, one could tell how ecstatic these little creatures were.

Yes, though Fang Can was only one man, he could move heaven and earth with a single technique, fighting ten at once without yielding.

Merely listening to the chorus, those behind the curtain felt their bodies grow weak, as if struck by Beisu Qingfeng.

'Damn, I'm hungry again—I just ate this morning.' Ye Qingshi wiped away the saliva at the corner of her mouth.

She had to admit: Fang Can's cooking was truly excellent, especially his high-heat stir-frying technique, unmatched—he could prepare ten exquisite dishes simultaneously.

After an hour passed, our great chef, Master Fang, had successfully prepared ten grand dishes—but he was still far from his daily goal.

Gently wiping the fine sweat from a girl's forehead, Fang Can continued: "Ten more. Ten more."

…

Five hours later, watching the sun sink completely below the horizon, Fang Can expressionlessly ended his cultivation, rising from the ground.

Before him lay countless figures sprawled like a battlefield of demons—every sight was visibly Bai Xi, delicate skin.

On Fang Can's lower abdomen, a crimson 【正】 character, as vivid as blood, was etched into his flesh.

Beneath the crimson 正, another faint orange 正 character emerged—this was the 101st boost granted to him.

Not only him—even Ye Qingshi and the others had been infected by his 【正】 characters, differing only in the depth or intensity of their color.

And these characters weren't on their lower abdomens—they were on the inner thighs?

Under Fang Can's observation, after defeating the hundredth female operative, his Divine Spell was preliminarily perfected.

And the technique indeed matched his expectations: not only could his own strength remain stably doubled.

Even the female operatives he fought gained a one-day double-power boost.

But according to the technique's description, it wasn't a full-day boost—it was a half-day boost.

After twelve hours, the power would gradually fade with time, vanishing completely after twenty-four hours.

"A good technique." Fang Can smiled, then entered combat mode.

With a thought, the Divine Spell activated; the 正 character on his lower abdomen burst forth with brilliant crimson light.

The next instant, a chorus of a hundred women's cries echoed in his mind, and the 正 character spread outward, engulfing his entire body.

Like nine dragons coiling around him, the red 正 characters multiplied and replicated.

In the blink of an eye, 正 characters of varying sizes coiled around Fang Can like chains.

These 正 characters ranged from fist-sized down to cellular scale, surrounding him like the embrace of countless girls.

The translucent, glowing 正 characters made him appear as if clad in armor.

His bone marrow, hair tips, muscles, cells, and blood vessels all emitted faint crimson light.

In an instant, his power doubled.

'But it's not enough. Two times is still unstable.' Fang Can clenched his right fist, feeling the power within—but still unsatisfied.

'Compared to the strength of Elder Yang's first transformation, even against Xiang Longtao and those who've reached first transformation, it's still not secure—I need to get even stronger.'

Fang Can, dissatisfied, began considering his path to ascension's inheritance.

The remaining twenty-plus days were enough for him to construct his own first-transformation inheritance.

With a thought, Fang Can released the Divine Spell's conquest; the faintly glowing crimson 正 characters across his body retracted, sinking back into his abdomen.

…

The next morning, seeing Fang Can approach, Elder Yang smirked, grinning mischievously: "How was your rest yesterday? Pick up any flowers?"

"Simple. Just watch. I'll give you a big surprise!"

Fang Can smiled, and before Elder Yang's stunned gaze, his body was wrapped in nine coiling dragons.

'He fought a hundred in a single day? This kid has extraordinary talent.' Elder Yang's expression froze—he wondered if Fang Can had been beaten into madness.

"You brat used the One-Time-Only Divine Curse meant for a single lifetime against me?" The old man seriously suspected the youth before him had been traumatized by abuse; after all, there was still a long time before the Grand Tournament.

"It is not a single use." As Fang Can spoke, his body whipped up a gale, and his right fist, carrying the intent of annihilating all things, struck at the old man.

"Do you think merely doubling my strength is useful to me?" The old man said with a speechless expression: "I can just double mine as well."

"In any case, the numerical gap between one Turn and another Turn is far greater than the gap between Shedding the Mortal Body and Ascending the Heavenly Path; I can just adjust it down a bit."

In the next instant, equally terrifying momentum erupted from his body, and with a mere raise of his hand, the old man effortlessly caught Fang Can's fist.

(End of this chapter)