Chapter 19: The Resonance of Good Fortune

Crack!

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

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

But Fang Can's increasingly sharp intuition screamed at him that a ferocious beast lurked inside—something capable of killing him in an instant.

At this point, Fang Can's physical attributes had surpassed those of an ordinary person by more than threefold; only psychics could pose a threat of this magnitude.

'Since returning, I've followed routine—there's no reason a psychic should have targeted me. And this kind of concealment isn't official style… which means…'

Recalling the pillar of fire that had ascended over the city today, Fang Can understood—but another thought rose immediately.

'Why did that defeated psychic come to my house? Under the state of reversal of fortune, my luck absolutely shouldn't 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 psychic should have gone to anyone's house but his—unless… that psychic carried something valuable…

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

Looking at the bills, he silently murmured:

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

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

After the paper fluttered 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; treasure every moment.

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

Thus, fully aware someone was nearby, Fang Can acted as if alone—he assumed the starting stance of the Sixty-Six Tiger Devouring Fist Technique and began practicing with utter disregard.

'Is this guy mentally impaired?' In the crack of a wardrobe, a pair of bright eyes watched the practicing boy.

From mere observation, she recognized him as a novice martial artist who had just entered the Transformation of the Tui Tui Fan Qu—but every move he made defied her expectations.

First, his entrance had paused abruptly, as if sensing something abnormal, yet he still walked in.

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 Tui Tui Fan Qu stage—each motion revealed deliberate effort.

Aside from two or three openings during occasional transitions, the rest were textbook-perfect.

Meanwhile, Fang Can thought inwardly:

'I'll deliberately show a few flaws—if the hidden one is truly who I think, he'll pretend to be an elder and offer advice.'

'Then I'll gracefully accept it, give him face—and after that, things will be much easier.'

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

Indeed, as he finished the first round of fist technique, a cold female voice came from behind him: 'Your fist technique has seven flaws—all from imperfect transitions. You need patient refinement.'

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

The moment he turned, he saw a pale-clad girl with hair flowing down her back, 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 she was willing to speak, meaning 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 psychics today.'

'If I'm correct, you arrived here seven hours ago too—did you come from Dayan? Or from the neighboring Jiejie of Zhou?'

Fang Can studied the girl's expression and concluded: 'So you're from Dayan.'

Having his secrets laid bare by Fang Can's few 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 no longer seemed the weaker party; 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 wrong, we'll be sharing 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 doomed. 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 said:

'Who are those people outside? Where is this place? Why am I here? What are psychics? Those guys don't even have the Transformation of the Tui Tui Fan Qu—how can they command celestial phenomena?'

'Too many questions. One at a time, please.' Fang Can frowned slightly; explaining these to someone unfamiliar with modern society was troublesome.

And he suspected she, like other martial artists he'd met, couldn't even read—further increasing the cost of explanation.

'Simply put, this is another world, isolated from Dayan. Here, there is no concept of martial cultivation—only innate psychics, born with the ability to control elements.'

Jiang Ningan murmured, recalling the people she'd met at noon, and nodded in agreement with Fang Can's explanation.

'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 could finish, Jiang Ningan's blade was pressed against his throat:

'With your skill, you couldn't have arrived in Dayan only seven days ago. This proves you're lying.'

(End of Chapter)