Chapter 19: The Resonance of Fortune

“Crack!”

With a soft click, Fang Can pushed open the door and stepped inside.

He silently surveyed the scene within—the furnishings were exactly as they had been when he left, unchanged in every detail.

But Fang Can’s sharpening intuition screamed at him: a ferocious beast lurked inside, one capable of killing him in an instant.

At this point, Fang Can’s physical condition had surpassed that of an ordinary person by more than threefold; only a superhuman could pose such a threat.

‘Since returning, I’ve kept to routine—there’s no reason a superhuman should target me. And this stealthy method doesn’t resemble official tactics… which means…’

Recalling the fire pillar that had risen over the city today, Fang Can understood—but another thought immediately followed.

‘Why would that defeated superhuman come to my house? Under the state of reversal of fortune, my luck should never be this bad…’

Under the state of reversal of fortune, all of Fang Can’s hidden attributes increased—including his luck.

He had maintained this state multiple times today; with his luck, that superhuman should have gone to anyone’s house but his—unless… that superhuman carried something valuable…

Recalling the familiar pressure, and with a hypothesis forming, Fang Can expressionlessly pulled three hundred-yuan bills from his pocket.

He stared at the bills and silently thought:

‘Test my luck—heads means I’m right, tails means I’m wrong.’

As he murmured, under the gaze of the hidden presence, he tossed the cash into the air.

After fluttering through the air, all three bills landed face-up.

Seeing the orientation of the bills, Fang Can nodded as if it were obvious, then lazily ignored the cash on the floor, tossed his backpack aside, and began practicing martial arts.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step—cherish every moment.

Since the unknown presence had triggered his genius state, he might as well practice his techniques more while in it.

Thus, fully aware someone was nearby, Fang Can acted as if alone—he assumed the opening stance of the Sixty-Six Tiger Devouring Fist and trained without restraint.

‘Is this guy mentally impaired?’ In the darkness, a crack in the wardrobe revealed a pair of bright eyes watching the practicing boy.

From mere observation, she recognized him as a novice who had just entered the Transformation of the Mortal Body—but every move he made defied her expectations.

First, his entrance had paused abruptly—as if sensing something strange—yet he still stepped inside.

Then, without reason, he tossed three banknotes, and immediately began practicing martial arts—these three acts had no logical connection.

‘But his form is remarkably precise.’ Through the wooden wardrobe, Jiang Ningan silently admired Fang Can’s movements.

Though the boy was already eighteen—an advanced age to still be in the Mortal Body stage—his every posture revealed deliberate effort.

Except for two or three minor flaws during transitions, the rest were textbook-perfect.

Meanwhile, Fang Can thought inwardly:

‘I’ll deliberately show a few flaws—if the hidden one is indeed who I think, he’ll pretend to be a senior and offer advice.’

‘Then I’ll humbly accept it, give him face—and after that, things will be much easier.’

With calculation, Fang Can forced his near-perfect movements to show a slight flaw, deliberately giving the hidden figure a chance to pose as a senior.

True to form, as he finished the first round of the fist form, a cold female voice came from behind him: ‘Your fist technique has seven flaws—all from imperfect transitions. You need more patience to refine them.’

At the voice, Fang Can paused his final motion, turned without reaction, and stared directly at the unexpected guest.

The moment he turned, he saw a pale-clad girl with loose hair seated calmly on the sofa, gazing at him from afar.

The woman’s lips pressed lightly as she scrutinized the boy, frowning slightly: ‘You’re not surprised by my arrival?’

Fang Can nodded gently, relaxing slightly—at least her willingness to speak meant she wouldn’t kill him on sight. He could now attempt bolder probes.

‘I knew someone had entered my home the moment I returned.’

‘You’re the one who fought those superhumans today.’

‘If I’m right, you arrived here seven hours ago too—did you come from Dayan? Or from the neighboring Zhou?’

Fang Can studied her expression and concluded: ‘So you’re from Dayan.’

Having his secrets laid bare by Fang Can’s words, the woman’s expression turned wary.

Her pale fingers gripped her longsword, ready to strike at any moment.

‘Don’t worry—I’m not official. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have gotten away.’

Seeing her stance, Fang Can didn’t appear weak—he waved a hand to calm her:

‘If you don’t want the authorities to find you, don’t make a scene. Unless I’m mistaken, we’ll be sharing this space for a long time.’

‘We’re on the same rope. You’ve seen my technique—pure Dayan style. If caught, I’m just as guilty. So for now, you can trust I won’t betray you.’

Jiang Ningan fixed her gaze on Fang Can’s face, remained silent for a long while, then spoke:

‘Who are those people outside? Where is this place? Why am I here? What are superhumans? Those guys don’t even have the Transformation of the Mortal Body—how can they command celestial phenomena?’

‘Too many questions. One at a time,’ Fang Can frowned slightly. Explaining all this to someone unfamiliar with modern society was troublesome.

And he suspected she, like other martial artists he’d met, couldn’t even read—making explanation even harder.

‘Simply put, this is another world, separate from Dayan. Here, there’s no concept of martial cultivation—only born-saint superhumans, who can control elements from birth.’

Jiang Ningan murmured, recalling the people she’d met at noon, and nodded in agreement.

‘As for why you’re here—I don’t know. I myself arrived in Dayan seven days ago, and after seven days of martial training, I…’

‘You’re lying!’ Before Fang Can finished, Jiang Ningan’s blade was pressed against his throat: ‘With your skill, you couldn’t have arrived in Dayan only seven days ago. That proves you’re lying.’

With your level of Wu Gong, you couldn't possibly have arrived in Dayan only seven days ago—this only proves you're lying.

(End of Chapter)