Chapter 21: Mad!

"What do you mean 'why'?"

Jiang Ningan said matter-of-factly: "Didn't the teacher who taught you Wu Gong tell you that before ascending the Path to Heaven, one can only choose to cultivate one technique as the main focus?"

Fang Can instinctively licked his slightly chapped lips and said: "No... no, there's such a saying?"

"How did your master teach you?" Jiang Ningan asked in confusion: "Shouldn't such a common-sense issue be clarified before shedding the mortal body?"

Fang Can:...

Fang Can was completely numb; so even moving too fast was his fault now.

After all, Instructor Yang couldn't have expected this guy to generate Qi sensation within a single day; no matter how fast, it should take half a month at least.

If someone told Yang Lie that Qi sensation could be generated in one day, Yang Lie would firmly say that was absolute nonsense.

Seeing the bewildered Fang Can, Jiang Ningan explained patiently: "The so-called 'shedding the mortal body' is the process of letting the body gradually adapt to the technique."

"The content of every technique differs; True Origin, Internal Force, True Qi, Magnetic Field Power, Battle Qi, Magic, God of Cooking Cells... every sect's secret manual has its own merits."

"I see you cultivate Blood and Qi power, strengthening the body through Wu Gong, while others need to rely on composing poetry to replace old blood; the cultivation method required by every Wu Gong is different."

Hearing the other's explanation, Fang Can stood stunned for a long time, and only after a while asked: "Then what about the eighty-eight acupoints mentioned in my technique..."

"If you believe it, it exists; the most important thing in Wu Gong is the power of the heart. The technique of the neighboring Upside-Down Gate requires accelerating the friction between countless particles within the body to improve physical constitution."

"Depending on the technique, even at the Shedding Tui Tui Fan Qu realm, there is a qualitative gap. As for the eighty-eight acupoints in your technique..."

Saying this, Jiang Ningan shook his head, the meaning clear: what a terrible technique, even in fantasy, one wouldn't dare imagine so much.

As Jiang Ningan's explanation unfolded, Fang Can felt as if he had suddenly attained enlightenment, standing frozen as if struck by lightning.

On the panel, Fang Can's 【Tiger Fiend Eighty-Eight Paths of Caverns】 began to flicker as his Dao Heart shattered, seeming ready to vanish at any moment.

Just like the Great Zhou Overlord who once became an incarnation of Heaven and Man, Fang Can, whose Dao Heart was shattered by a single word from Jiang Ningan, now seemed in danger of his cultivation regressing.

Seeing Fang Can, who had fallen into a daze with a pale face, Jiang Ningan raised his pure white, clean arm and waved it before Fang Can's eyes, saying:

"You... are you okay? Don't be too discouraged. Although techniques have high and low ranks, don't obsess over it too much; after ascending the Path to Heaven, such gaps can be made up."

Completely ignoring Jiang Ningan's thoughts, the worldview Fang Can had formed over the past seven days of practicing Wu Gong shattered completely, replaced by a will to break and then rebuild.

At this moment, Fang Can's mind was recalling the methods of the Tiger Fiend Eighty-Eight Caverns, and the very first words Yang Lie had spoken.

'As long as there is heart, everyone can be a Martial God!'

"I understand!" Fang Can suddenly slammed his right fist into his palm, looking as if he had seen through everything, and said excitedly:

"Practicing Wu Gong is just nonsense; idealism is emptiness! What the hell are the Eighty-Eight Tiger Fiend Caverns? I'm not practicing it anymore."

Seeing the handsome young man before him full of enthusiasm, Jiang Ningan worried whether his words had triggered a delusion in the other; if that were truly the case, his sin would be great.

Watching Fang Can pace back and forth excitedly, muttering constantly, and occasionally pounding his chest and stamping his feet, Jiang Ningan asked cautiously: "You... what do you want to do now?"

"What do I want to do? Of course, switch to cultivating a different technique." Fang Can said, shaking his head and swaying, looking incredibly handsome yet utterly mad.

"Didn't I just say, before ascending the Path to Heaven..."

Before Jiang Ningan could finish, he saw two persistent eyes lock onto his own.

"Have you heard the story of the Great Expansion Divine Lord?"

"I have already analyzed the story of the Great Expansion Divine Lord enough." Jiang Ningan said helplessly.

Fang Can said slowly and firmly: "Then why can he refine the Iron Wire Fist into the Mahakala Great Sun Divine Fist, but I cannot?"

"You want to compare yourself to the Great Expansion Divine Lord?" Jiang Ningan questioned instinctively.

"What the hell Divine Lord, does he even deserve to compare with me?" Fang Can dropped this sentence and rushed straight into the room.

'It's over, I've driven him mad.' A deep sense of guilt rose in Jiang Ningan's heart; fearing the other might do something terrible, he followed into the inner room despite his injuries, ready to keep watch at any moment.

Walking into Fang Can's tidy bedroom, he saw Fang Can taking a metal box from under the bed, quickly lifting the lid to reveal dozens of transparent pills inside.

'This is...' Jiang Ningan looked at the crystal-clear pills, puzzled in his heart.

Looking up, he saw Fang Can suddenly grab a handful, at least thirty or forty pills, and shove them directly down his throat.

"You... what are you doing?" Jiang Ningan's eyes widened; he instinctively wanted to stop him but was halted by a pair of fanatical eyes.

After swallowing a handful of white little pills, feeling an unprecedented sense of crisis, Fang Can still shook his head and said: "Still... still not enough; need to be even more ruthless."

Thinking this, Fang Can turned his gaze to Jiang Ningan and ordered: "You... break my limbs right now... never mind, just leave me one hand to ask the school for leave."

"You... this?" Jiang Ningan certainly could not agree; looking at the mental patient before him, he said softly for the first time: "Calm down, don't go into demonic deviation."

"Calm? I have always been very calm." Fang Can stated the truth.

Seeing the woman's hesitant look before him, Fang Can knew the other couldn't help him, so he simply walked directly to the living room and, amidst Jiang Ningan's worried gaze, picked up a solid wood baseball bat.

"If you don't want me to report this to official personnel, you'd better watch from the side next and not meddle." Fang Can looked at Jiang Ningan and raised the baseball bat in his hand.

"You are threatening me, could it be..." Jiang Ningan stopped mid-sentence, because he saw Fang Can's baseball bat smash down hard onto his leg.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, the wooden bat and Fang Can's right leg broke simultaneously.

"You you you you you..." Jiang Ningan looked at Fang Can, so shocked he couldn't even speak properly.

At this moment, she had no idea what the other wanted to do; this guy was definitely mad! Yes, absolutely mad!

Fang Can completely ignored Jiang Ningan beside him, looked at his broken right leg, and nodded: "Good, it should be like this."

Saying this, ignoring the woman beside him, he re-entered the bedroom, left the words "do not disturb," and slammed the door shut, locking it completely.

Just as he said before, what Tiger Fiend Eighty-Eight Caverns? He wasn't practicing it anymore; for Idealist Wu Dao, why be bound by common sense?

For Idealist Wu Dao, having no common sense is the greatest common sense!

In that case, why not create one's own technique?

(End of Chapter)