Chapter 210: The Thieves in the Heart Cannot Be All Slain!

Back at the mansion, Fang Can was immediately surrounded by the concerned women.

"A-Can, did you break through? Was there any danger?" Ye Qingshi stepped forward, grabbed Fang Can's arm, and examined him seriously.

'A bit dangerous; I almost crashed.' Fang Can felt a lingering fear in his heart.

Looking back from a post-event perspective, he was fortunate that Hearing Liu Qingmeng had not been seduced by him.

Otherwise, with a Fourth-Transformation physique, once she got carried away, she could easily shatter his pelvis.

After two hours, Fang Can wasn't even sure if he would survive with his life.

The most tragic outcome might have been that Fang Can's strength couldn't even break through that membrane.

Of course, though he thought this, since Hearing Liu Qingmeng had already erased his memory once, Fang Can decided to bury this matter deep in his heart and not speak of it to outsiders.

"Of course no problem; breaking through to First Transformation carries what risk?" Fang Can waved confidently and said, "However, I now want to ask you all to help me test another ability."

"Test an ability?" The women were somewhat curious; how could this group of martial artists not yet at First Transformation help?

"Yes, test an ability." As Fang Can spoke, he unhesitatingly spread his force field within a three-meter radius, then immediately activated the Shivering Mode.

"Signal detected within range; devices available for connection. Proceed with signal connection?"

Immediately, the women wrapped up heard a series of sounds ringing in their ears.

"Accept this invitation, then select Low Level." Fang Can said, and immediately noticed a difference.

For those who had not reached First Transformation, it seemed he could forcibly connect to their signals without their consent.

The women chose to accept this thought in their hearts and selected Low Level, then immediately felt a distinct sensation.

It was as if two hands were wandering, like a massage.

And Fang Can's arms transmitted corresponding signals at the same frequency.

Moreover, because the electronic signal covered over a hundred devices at once, these sensations were superimposed.

No... not superimposed!

Fang Can could clearly feel the difference in performance of each of those hundred devices.

The texture of the device, the feel, the hardness, the granularity of the volume buttons, the sharpness of the charging port's edge...

"This sensation is Ye Qingshi's volume button, and this sensation is Li Qingyun's charging port..."

In an instant, Fang Can's fingertips simultaneously received the superposition of over a hundred different signals.

And before him, the devices lay scattered on the ground, looking incredibly messy and in need of thorough cleaning.

"I see now; the Low Level sensation is receiving signals with the hands, while the Ultra-High Level is a three-way valve!"

Looking at the people lying scattered on the floor, Ye Qingshi chided, "A-Can, where did you learn this ability?"

"Young Master, I can't take it anymore; I'm going to switch to Medium Level."

"Young Master, please allow this servant to switch to High Level?"

In just an instant, Fang Can felt that the Medium Level was a cotter pin, and the High Level was a single-pass valve.

For a moment, as Fang Can felt the electronic signals constantly transmitting, he began to feel somewhat unwell.

This feeling was extremely split.

Clearly standing still and doing nothing, yet he could feel that he had done everything.

Even the folds within the basin could be felt clearly; Fang Can could even sense these people's accelerated heartbeats.

But before he could continue feeling, he was already pinned down by Ye Qingshi.

"Yay, my talent has improved again." In the room, Jiang Ningan, who had originally intended to find Fang Can, stopped in her tracks, then hurried back to the training hall.

Just now, her talent had inexplicably surged by more than ten times.

She should not disappoint her master's expectations; she should practice well during this time, and it wouldn't be too late to find Fang Can after the effect wears off.

Meanwhile, inside the Robbery Sword Mountain, Hearing Liu Qingmeng, who had returned in haste, resolved to suppress the delusions constantly rising within her body.

Compared to drugs like Ice, the delusions rising because of Fang Can were even harder to eradicate.

After all, eating Fang Can would truly be a great tonic; the body itself was telling her of a great Dao leading to success.

Which cultivator does not hope to break through limitations? Fang Can's Dao was right there; if acting with pure reason, one should strike hard.

So now, sitting cross-legged on the cushion, Hearing Liu Qingmeng's Dao robe looked somewhat disordered, like her state of mind.

Her reason told her that to succeed, she must find Fang Can.

But her morality absolutely forbade it; what kind of talk was that?

'Then eat him secretly! Knock him unconscious, then erase his memory!'

A voice rose in Hearing Liu Qingmeng's heart; before it could be eliminated, another voice sounded:

'I am Fourth-Transformation; what's wrong with forcing Fang Can? He can't resist!'

"The treasure should be locked in the basement; forget about Jiang Ningan. Good things should be enjoyed exclusively by the strong."

'Exactly; don't think the feeling of the AT Force Field can be covered by the Dust-Cleansing Art. You can fool others, but don't fool yourself.'

With a snap, Hearing Liu Qingmeng directly peeled off a trace of delusion from her heart.

As the delusion was peeled away, it instantly transformed into an avatar identical in appearance to Hearing Liu Qingmeng.

The moment it was separated, the avatar said viciously, "So hypocritical, original body! I am honest, you..."

Before the avatar could finish speaking, Hearing Liu Qingmeng used her hand as a sword and directly beheaded the delusion avatar before her.

Feeling the wild delusions surging in her mind, Hearing Liu Qingmeng unhesitatingly expelled them all from her brain.

With flashes of Lei Guang, more than a dozen avatars appeared before her, each capable of suppressing a regular Third-Transformation by a margin.

"You evil demons, how dare you disturb my divine thoughts!"

Hearing Liu Qingmeng snorted coldly, her blue hair flying; showing not a shred of mercy, with a wave of her hand, she instantly beheaded all the delusion avatars before her.

Feeling the clarity of thought in her mind, the woman let out a light sigh of relief, but immediately another thought arose:

'But then again, do I truly not want to taste Fang Can's flavor? Everyone else can, but I cannot?'

"Truly, the thieves in the heart cannot be killed off."

Feeling the various thoughts surging wildly in her mind, they were simply impossible to cut down or kill off completely.

With a light sigh, Hearing Liu Qingmeng raised her hand and crushed another manifestation of delusion, resolving a strand of delusion.

Sitting cross-legged on the cushion, every single delusion that rose from the depths of her heart, Hearing Liu Qingmeng would split and slay it.

Cutting down from noon until evening, slaying thousands of foolish desires she could not count, Hearing Liu Qingmeng's mind finally found temporary tranquility.

'Truly a terrifying constitution; mere contact for a dozen or so breaths nearly caused me to fall into corruption.'

A trace of fear flashed in Hearing Liu Qingmeng's eyes.

Had she not stopped it in time, had it continued just a little longer, then it would truly have been too late.

She feared even her own Fourth-Transformation Dao Foundation would be twisted, branded with Fang Can's mark.

'I still need several days to stabilize my state of mind; under no circumstances can I see that little thief again these days, or I fear a heart demon will arise in my heart again.' Hearing Liu Qingmeng thought, closing her eyes in silence.

(End of this chapter)