Chapter 188: The Grotto-Heaven and Blessed Land Within Fang Can's Body!

"Hey! You, what are you doing?"

In a dim, empty basement, a single candle flickered in the southeast corner, swaying gently with the indoor breeze, ready to extinguish at any moment.

As the candle flame swayed, the basement it illuminated appeared somewhat eerie.

Xiang Ziyu instinctively curled her body, looking at the youth in the corner facing the candle flame.

This was not just her question; countless onlookers around wanted to ask as well.

At this moment, Fang Can faced the candle flame, grabbing his own skin and tearing it off bit by bit, as casually as taking off clothes.

In a short while, like a cicada shedding its shell, a human skin as thin as a cicada's wing was torn off by Fang Can.

"Peeling skin, tearing off the keratin growing on the skin."

As Fang Can spoke, in just a moment, the keratin he had just torn off regenerated on his skin.

Folding this skin and placing it beside him, Fang Can continued to repeat the previous steps.

Around him, the number of such shed skins had reached over thirty, stacked together like a deck of cards.

"My eyes aren't blind; of course I can see you are peeling skin."

Xiang Ziyu said speechlessly: "What I mean is, why are you peeling your own skin for no reason?"

"Making a small preparation for the decisive battle the day after tomorrow; these things might come in handy, just in case."

As Fang Can spoke, after peeling another dozen to make a total of fifty, he sliced a slit in his chest and stored these shed skins inside.

"Alright, it seems I need to make some preparations too."

Xiang Ziyu's expression turned serious; she immediately took a deep breath and said to Fang Can: "Quickly open a slit in your chest; I want to crawl inside."

Fang Can:???

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting?"

Fang Can's eyes were full of confusion: "Wasn't being swallowed by me once enough for you before? Now you're actively crawling in; are you addicted to staying there?"

"The Dao is not transmitted to six ears; there are too many people here. Come closer with your ear."

Xiang Ziyu beckoned gently to Fang Can: "I'm here to tell you the reason."

Seeing that Fang Can's face remained indifferent and unmoved, Xiang Ziyu helplessly leaned close to the youth's ear and whispered in a barely audible, slightly intimate tone:

"Don't forget the characteristics of your Cauldron nature. I suspect cultivation can be accelerated inside your body. If I become stronger, won't I be able to assist you better?"

Towards the end, staring at the youth's crystal-clear, jade-like earlobe, the girl inexplicably blew a puff of warm breath.

By the time Fang Can reacted, he felt an inexplicable tingling spread from the base of his ear.

Controlling the slight ripples rippling in his heart lake, Fang Can looked with some disgust at the charming girl beside him, whose face wore a wicked smile as her revenge succeeded.

After hesitating, he still stretched his body to two meters, opened his chest, and said: "Come in yourself."

A wicked smile of successful mischief appeared on Xiang Ziyu's face, but in fact, the base of her ears was redder than Fang Can's.

She cursed inwardly, wondering why she had been bewitched just now.

Seeing that Fang Can's internal scenic area was open for a limited time, to hide the shame in her heart, she hurriedly crawled inside.

Initially extremely narrow, barely allowing one person through; the girl climbed in with some difficulty.

The moment she entered, a warmth wrapped in sunlight came; the inner walls of Fang Can's body were actually emitting a faint Jin Guang.

Relying on the faint light, Xiang Ziyu could see that beneath her round jade buttocks were the fifty shed skins Fang Can had just peeled off.

Feeling the cramped space inside, the girl curled her body, tapped her jade-like spine, and stated her request:

"Hey, Fang Can, can the space be expanded a bit? It's so cramped here that I feel a bit uncomfortable."

"Young Lady Xiang, your request is a bit excessive. Allowing you to come in was already magnanimous." Fang Can's helpless voice came from outside.

'What newfangled game are these two playing?'

All the onlookers surrounding them were stunned, staring blankly at the enlarged Fang Can sitting expressionlessly in the corner.

What lay before them was simply the world-famous painting 'Xiang Ziyu Cultivating'.

In the painting, an enlarged beautiful youth sat cross-legged in the corner resting, while the protagonist of the famous painting, Ziyu, was curled up inside Fang Can's body cultivating.

Curled up inside Fang Can's chest cavity, she turned her head, resting her face against Fang Can's inner wall.

Smelling the somewhat pleasant body fragrance, Xiang Ziyu began to silently recite poems in her heart to cultivate literary Qi.

In just a short while of sitting, the girl felt her literary Qi begin to brew bit by bit; it started growing without her needing to circulate it herself.

'I guessed correctly indeed; even without circulating Qi, cultivation can truly increase. The increase in my cultivation yesterday was because of this monster.'

'But what kind of Grotto-Heaven and Blessed Land is inside this Fang Can? The cultivation amplification is so terrifying.'

The girl stared with her purple pupils, seriously examining Fang Can's interior, and suddenly discovered a difference.

Inside Fang Can's body, countless golden threads of varying thickness were densely packed.

These lines were branching out one by one, spreading to every corner of Fang Can's interior like the branches of a tree trunk.

Gently poking the flesh and blood with her index finger, Xiang Ziyu finally understood.

These lines were precisely the veins and arteries densely packed within Fang Can's body.

And the ones emitting a faint glow were the golden blood flowing ceaselessly within the blood vessels.

'Is this Fang Can also some terrifying constitution?'

Xiang Ziyu recalled her own Dominant Blood; after entering the First Turn, the blood in her body would turn pale purple.

'So is this Fang Can also the offspring of some great expert? Born with a strange bloodline? Golden liquid flowing in the blood vessels?'

'Just cultivating inside has such an effect; if I were to lick a few mouthfuls, wouldn't that save several days of hard work?'

Xiang Ziyu's mind was filled with myriad thoughts, but she was tapped on the shoulder by the jade-like spine beside her: "Hey, don't move around wildly inside my body; it's very itchy."

"Oh, sorry, I will pay attention." Xiang Ziyu suppressed the restlessness in her brain.

For some reason, as soon as she entered, she felt her mind somewhat confused, and her body temperature subconsciously grew increasingly hot.

It felt like a fire was burning her nerves in her head, and her breathing became increasingly coarse and heavy.

Yesterday was the same; in no time the clothes would be soaked. Fortunately, the underpants could hold the water, otherwise it would be a great loss of face.

"If the heart is as clear as ice, the sky falling will not startle; amidst ten thousand changes, remain steady, spirit at ease and qi calm."

The girl silently recited a few lines of the calming mantra; the literary qi took effect, instantly making her mind shift from drowsiness to clarity.

Immediately, taking advantage of this narrow cave-heaven and blessed land where she stood, she began to cultivate earnestly; the literary qi within her body started to rise rapidly in large quantities, nearly five or six times the usual rate of cultivation.

And at the girl's cultivation bottleneck, Fang Can also began to temper the blood qi throughout his body bit by bit.

This act was not to increase strength, but merely to make the exertion of force more seamless.

And time passed thus, under Fang Can's diligent cultivation, flashing by two days.

As the final day arrived, Xiang Longtao extended his right arm, gazing at the sky, his eyes revealing an inexplicable light: "It is actually raining?"

(End of this chapter)