Chapter 215: Superpower Meeting

After replenishing Liu Qingmeng's Qi, the phone beside him suddenly rang.

Accompanied by the unfamiliar ringtone—after two months—Fang Can's right arm stretched out lightly.

Under the modified AT field, the original black-shell phone several feet away floated over and settled into his palm.

He glanced at the caller ID: the three characters "Li Huowang" flashed directly into his vision.

He answered the call, and a voice, seemingly perpetually energetic, came through:

"Yo, Haji Can, first off, congrats on winning the Nations Grand Tournament."

Fang Can wasn't surprised by the news—he hadn't been deeply involved, but he'd vaguely heard about it from Ji Donglai.

Though they'd only crossed over twice, they'd already planted spies across the other world through various means.

Given how much commotion he'd caused there, it'd be strange if these people didn't know.

"Also heard you're in a rough spot now—every country's treating you like a furnace to boost their cultivation levels, hehehe!"

Li Huowang chuckled darkly over the line: "If you don't handle this right, you'll become a long-lived spirit passed down generation after generation in their underground dungeons."

"Gua! Haji Can's got white hair and red eyes now! You're basically the underground anime protagonist of the martial world! Innate Hehuan Sacred Body!"

"I was born with these eyes just to see this! Please, absolutely let other women humiliate you."

"Just imagining you being knocked to your knees by other women, turned into Xingnu Li—makes me so excited, yea!"

Fang Can's lips twitched slightly.

He finally understood why Ji Donglai and the others had spoken of Li Huowang with such complicated tones.

Watching Li Huowang grow more animated by the second, Fang Can feared he might have a stroke—so he interrupted: "Did you call just to say this?"

"Oh, of course not, I got sidetracked."

Li Huowang scratched his head, his tone suddenly turning serious: "Ji Laoda wants all provincial-level psychics to meet in City A. He said if you're willing, come along too."

"It's about me?" Fang Can asked. "I'm still not at provincial-level strength, am I?"

"Just to observe. It's voluntary—even city-levels can attend, but they all found the topics too troublesome and didn't come."

"Besides, you're destined for triple transformation—eventually you'll be able to match provincial-levels head-on."

"But most importantly, this concerns the other world, bro—you'd better get up to speed, or you'll fall behind the updates."

Fang Can asked instinctively: "Concerns the other world?"

"A massive ancient Chu city—several million square meters—has appeared in City C. Ji Laoda and the others are mainly discussing how to handle it."

Hearing Li Huowang's words, Fang Can's eyes widened slightly—he hadn't expected such a massive-scale crossover.

"The meeting's in City A? How do I get there?" Fang Can asked.

"If you agree, I'm already at your door. Let's go."

Mid-sentence, Li Huowang's voice came from outside the villa.

'Did he use spatial teleportation or super-speed?' Fang Can guessed instinctively.

He hung up, stepped out, and saw Liu Qingmeng browsing the internet and Jiang Ningan meditating.

"Going out so late?"

Liu Qingmeng's eyes held teasing amusement—was he stirred by her, now rushing off to battle his hundred concubines?

"Going to a meeting with some psychics. A whole city from ancient Chu has appeared over there—they're discussing how to handle it."

Fang Can briefly explained the situation, soothed the two, then prepared to leave.

He stored his outdated ancient attire in his space equipment, changed into the clothes Ji Donglai had given him—now a casual T-shirt and long pants—and opened the villa's front door.

Outside, Li Huowang, dressed in a white lab coat like he'd escaped from a psychiatric ward, was already waiting.

Seeing Fang Can's outfit, Li Huowang instinctively gave a thumbs-up:

"Haji Can, with your white hair and red eyes, if other women don't want to humiliate you, you should hire Haji Gao at home!"

"Can you just be normal for once? Stop with these stupid memes," Fang Can groaned, rubbing his forehead.

Li Huowang said nothing, only smiled and uttered one syllable: "man!"

"Shit…" Fang Can was utterly speechless. "How do we get to headquarters?"

"Obviously, I'm taking you."

Li Huowang hummed a tune, grabbed Fang Can's arm, and began activating spatial teleportation.

When Fang Can regained awareness, the two stood inside a conference room.

In Fang Can's observation, the entire room was cast from alloy, with no exits to the outside and all external signals blocked.

At the center of the room sat a massive round table, upon which twenty-odd files were scattered.

But more than the files, Fang Can was focused on the people present.

Sacred Separator, Stitch Monster, F-Man, Time Ranger, God-Man…

A large portion of the dozen or so differently dressed psychics had appeared publicly before.

Their abilities varied widely—psychics only excelled within their narrow domains, unlike martial artists who were universally capable.

Thus, even a provincial-level psychic could be killed by a normal person if caught off-guard.

As Fang Can observed them, the psychics were also sizing him up.

"You did well in the Nations Grand Tournament—didn't make psychics look bad."

Six men, arms slung over each other's shoulders, spoke in unison, then extended their hands together: "Will you join us? Form a lifelong team?"

"No, no…" Fang Can waved them off frantically.

These six men shared a stage name: Stitch Monster.

Because psychics' abilities were too narrow, they formed an inseparable lifelong team, viewing themselves as a single organism, each member a body part.

These six possessed one skill each: healing, output, defense, etc.

According to media interviews, they ate, slept, and even used the toilet together—holding it in unison—and even shared women.

Compared to the patchwork monsters, even the rotten Li Huowang seemed somewhat normal.

After being rejected by Fang Can, the patchwork monsters sighed, sat down shoulder to shoulder again, and then a woman laughed: "Little brother has a promising future; he won't get mixed up with you six, so don't make things difficult for him."

As she spoke, Ji Donglai's figure arrived in the conference room with two superpowered individuals.

He smiled at everyone and said: "Alright, most people have arrived. First, we must congratulate our family member Fang Can on achieving first place in the Great Competition of the Nations. Everyone, please applaud."

(End of this chapter)