Chapter 17: Valuable Item Identification Technique!

At noon in City Z, on the hill behind Zhongcheng High School, a figure continuously moved through the trees.

After spending the morning studying, Fang Can skipped straight to a secluded spot after school to keep practicing the Tiger Demon Eighty-Eight Forms.

The arsenic, which in the other world could only be supplied as one pill per day, became abundant the moment he returned, his stockpile jumping to over seventy pills, achieving arsenic freedom.

And now, with the real world as his base, as long as he could afford it, he could make this low-value substance at will.

For the next three days, as long as he wasn’t forcibly transported, he would have enough arsenic to eat his fill.

In the small grove, as Fang Can repeatedly practiced his martial art, his mind turned over thoughts.

‘One pill of arsenic sustains the Genius Mode for one hour; theoretically, the remaining seventy-two pills should last me three days of trial access.’

‘But as my strength increases, the lethal dosage of arsenic for my body is now decreasing, and the effects of Genius Mode will gradually decline until my body develops immunity to arsenic.’

‘At the same time, as my physical condition improves, my digestive system strengthens as well.’

‘The original one-hour digestion time may shorten further, until one day the arsenic dissolves instantly upon ingestion—after that, I’ll definitely need to find something stronger and more lethal.’

As his thoughts raced, Fang Can’s movements remained unchanged, repeatedly circulating the technique to raise his strength by even the tiniest margin.

Meanwhile, on the other side of City Z, inside a small house.

A beautiful young woman in ancient attire stood holding her sword, pointing it at a modern man before her, his face bruised and swollen.

Shortly after arriving in this world, she had been wandering aimlessly when she happened upon a thief attempting to rob her in an alley—she had promptly beaten him senseless, hoping to extract information.

In the room, the man trembled in terror, banging his head on the floor: ‘Great master of superpowers, please have mercy and spare me—I’ll never dare again!’

Seeing his pitiful state, the girl frowned slightly and demanded: ‘I’m sparing your life so you can answer, not beg. And I’m not some superpower user—I want to know where this is.’

‘Where is this?’ The man paused, then said: ‘It’s my house.’

‘Still playing dumb?’ The girl flicked her wrist lightly—a sharp sword qi sliced the wooden table cleanly in two.

‘I’m asking which country this is, who the strongest martial artist is and what realm they’re in, and why these mechanical devices are so… novel?’

As she spoke, her gaze fell on the room’s furnishings—things she had never encountered before.

But moments later, her expression sharpened—she sensed dozens of people stealthily approaching from over thirty meters away.

‘When did I get exposed?’ the girl thought.

But there was no time to ponder—suddenly, a thunderous explosion shattered the solid steel security door, and a teenager with a body camera on his shoulder stepped inside.

‘Let me introduce myself—I’m Li Qing’an, a Level-Fu psychic of the New Nation’s Dragon Corps. Show some cooperation…’

Before he could finish, a terrifying pressure erupted from the girl.

‘Who gave you permission to speak?’

It was pure, crushing oppression—enough to drive ordinary people instantly insane.

If Fang Can were here, he could immediately recognize this pressure as similar to that of the former overseer.

But the girl’s pressure was dozens or even hundreds of times more terrifying—no ordinary human spirit could withstand it.

In an instant, all the covert guards surrounding the house lost consciousness under the overwhelming aura.

The self-proclaimed Level-Fu psychic fared slightly better—his knees buckled involuntarily, and he collapsed to the ground, eyes glazed.

In a single glance, everyone in the room lay sprawled on the floor.

The body camera recorded everything in real time, and this scene sent the command center into chaos.

The analysts grew tense and immediately issued a report:

The Level-Fu psychic Flame God has been rendered combat-ineffective. The target demonstrates not only exceptional physical attributes and a reactive force field, but also multiple abilities including energy and mental attacks. Request immediate reinforcements.

Soon, the information escalated up the chain—by the time it reached the scar-faced man at Dragon Corps headquarters, only half a minute had passed.

‘So this is what they call martial arts in other worlds? This display… is it Transcending Flesh or Ascending to Heaven?’

‘Martial cultivation is far more balanced than superpowers, which only develop along isolated paths.’

After a moment’s thought, the scar-faced man said slowly: ‘Who are the Level-Shi or higher psychics stationed near City Z?’

‘There’s Cloud Hidden Hero, Lazy King, and Holy Separator—oh, and the Stitch Monster is there too!’ replied the operator.

‘Then send the Stitch Monster. Perfect for this situation—remember, bring them in alive.’ The scar-faced man spoke casually, but met only silence on the other end.

‘What’s wrong?’

The operator replied cautiously: ‘We just received word—Lazy King is already en route.’

‘Let him go. He can handle it.’

The line cut. A screen beside the scar-faced man lit up, revealing the face of the old man from the Dragon Hideout.

‘Old Man Yang, what is it?’ The scar-faced man clasped his hands together.

‘Director Ji, I need you to review the report on the otherworlder,’ the old man said solemnly, his tone filled with no hint of disrespect.

The Dragon Corps was the largest psychic organization in the New Nation, and the scar-faced man, Ji Donglai, was its highest director—one of the most powerful men in the entire country.

Moreover, no one outside knew what his ability was, because everyone who had seen him fight was dead.

‘Oh? A report this fast?’ Ji Donglai showed a hint of surprise.

‘Yes. We used the Valuable Item Identification Technique on the Transcending Flesh martial artist,’ Old Man Yang explained.

The Valuable Item Identification Technique, abbreviated as Valuable Identification, was a special psychic ability usable only once per day, capable of directly analyzing another’s composition.

For example, a vase, after identification, would reveal its components, origin, structure, and even the maker.

The more ordinary the object, the more detailed the results; the more extraordinary, the more abstract.

As Old Man Yang transferred the document, Ji Donglai opened it calmly to review.

The first page showed a photo: a long-haired man bound tightly with thick titanium alloy chains, imprisoned in a pure white room.

Name: Pei Xing

Realm: Transcending Flesh

Flesh Alteration Rate: 73.87%

Technique: Five Elements Interweaving Art

Martial Art: Ten Thousand Forms Mind Fist

Composition: Flesh Memes, Humanoid Wish Machine

(End of Chapter)