Chapter 218: Blood Sea Immortal Body vs. Forbidden Character Art

Seeing Fang Can's unflinching expression, Xiang Yincheng couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking: monster.

"Good kid, you've only just broken through to First Transformation, yet with nothing but pure physical strength, you're already on par with Second Transformation."

He had watched the Great Nations Competition back then; such rapid progress in such a short time—Fang Can must have used some secret method to pass the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment.

Watching the other man's endless marveling, Fang Can merely said coolly: "Worthless. You haven't even reached the average strength of a Second Transformation martial artist, and you dare to judge me?"

Xiang Yincheng flicked his wrist lightly; the numbness in his arm vanished instantly, and the blood river above shrank slightly.

This was his heartlight upon breaking through to First Transformation: 【Immortal Body】.

In Xiang Yincheng's eyes, nothing mattered more than staying alive!

Power, realm, combat strength—all were secondary; only prolonged life held hope and a future.

He knew his martial talent—perhaps one in ten thousand, even one in a hundred thousand.

But talents like his could be found by the dozens in a single city, and ranked nowhere in all of Da Chu.

Without family support, he might never have broken through to First Transformation at all.

To advance further after First Transformation was harder than climbing to heaven.

But two hundred years of lifespan in Xiang Yincheng's view was far too short, far too short.

His family held boundless power, mountains of gold and silver he could never exhaust—he simply couldn't live long enough!

Driven by his desperate hope for life, upon breaking through to First Transformation, he decisively abandoned the inheritance his family had chosen for him, giving only one command to his heartlight.

Survive!

Must survive!

Live longer than anyone else!

At any cost, he would maximize his wealth and luxury—and he was willing to pay any price!

With this mindset, after breaking through to First Transformation, Xiang Yincheng was horrified to find his body beginning to mutate.

Could no longer eat!

The once-delicious feasts tasted worse than dog shit, and worse—he couldn't absorb them, and they gave him diarrhea?

Could no longer cultivate!

Energy lost during cultivation could not be replenished.

Forbidden from dual-cultivation!

His body had become like a leaky funnel—he dared not release even a drop.

Afraid of combat!

Any injury drained his body's vital substances.

In this despair, Xiang Yincheng helplessly watched his body grow thin, as if heaven itself punished his greed.

He was supposed to gain two hundred years of lifespan from First Transformation, yet he was rapidly withering into a dried corpse from unrelenting depletion.

But in this waiting-for-death process, by accident, he saw the blood spilled by two martial artists fighting on the street.

That blood, which should have smelled of rust and iron, tasted astonishingly delicious; after swallowing it, the energy he'd lost these past days was finally replenished.

After repeated experiments, Xiang Yincheng discovered that only blood infused with Da Chu's imperial blood could replenish his body's losses.

The once-celebrated prodigy had become a monster who fed on his kin's blood—his reputation shattered.

Xiang Yincheng faced the terror and rejection of every clan member.

Elders distanced themselves, peers despised him, juniors feared him—he became a rat on the street.

But he didn't care, because Xiang Yincheng discovered his body's aging had nearly halted.

His aging was at least ten times slower than that of other First Transformation cultivators of his time.

Time's power was infinite.

At two hundred years old, the First Transformation peers who mocked him were long dead.

At three hundred years old, the juniors who once feared him had changed five or six generations.

When he knelt at his Second Transformation mother's grave, clad in mourning hemp, the joy of immortality made his smile impossible to suppress.

In the year he turned 437, his Third Transformation father, who had lived five hundred years, also passed away.

And he—once destined to never break through—after six hundred and twenty-six years of arduous cultivation, finally entered Second Transformation, extending his life once more.

His inheritance evolved from 【Immortal Body】 to 【Blood Sea Immortal Body】.

As long as the blood sea above his head endured, he would be immortal and indestructible.

Now, having lived nearly a thousand years, all his peers were long dead.

Countless Third and Fourth Transformation cultivators had been worn down and killed by him; their graves were overgrown with grass several zhang high.

Even the current Emperor of Chu, Xiang Hongtu, had to address him with respect according to seniority; countless officials and disciples filled the court—all because of his longevity.

Now mocked by Fang Can, Xiang Yincheng sneered:

"You sharp-tongued brat, you really think brute force can last forever? Today I'll teach you some manners."

With a thunderous roar, Xiang Yincheng's fist surged forward like a tyrannosaur, shaking the earth.

Fang Can twisted his body instantly; his spine coiled, his left arm blocked while his right arm brought down the Great Sage's Slash from above.

But as his right arm descended, a violent airwave slammed into him—Xiang Yincheng didn't dodge or retreat, and was cleanly split in two.

His torn body dissolved into two pools of blood, which recombined midair, and he kicked his right leg sharply toward Fang Can's chest with a mocking sneer.

"Hah, pure physical martial artists like you are inherently the lowest trash."

As he spoke, his foot slammed into Fang Can's chest.

But instantly, the foot capable of shattering skyscrapers felt like it had kicked a slab of iron.

Fang Can's shoulder twitched slightly; under the recoil, Xiang Yincheng's foot shattered inch by inch, turning into flying chunks of meat.

Even the exploding meat fragments, infused with a trace of Fang Can's power, rained down like ten thousand artillery shells.

Accompanied by a rumbling boom, countless houses were pierced by flying flesh and blood, and a vast expanse of buildings behind collapsed.

Before Xiang Yincheng could snap out of it, a palm cast like solid gold already blocked his eyes.

It was as if what he held in his hand was not the head of a Second-Stage cultivator, but a soft marshmallow.

With just a slight exertion of force, Xiang Yincheng's head was easily twisted and exploded.

"Since twenty thousand tons of force is not enough, then two million tons will do."

Fang Can's tone was utterly flat; virtual black rings, slanted like chains, had already appeared on his left hand and right foot.

He had clearly activated his First-Stage inheritance, the 【Prohibition Technique】.

If anyone could see Fang Can's four-dimensional attributes at this moment, they would discover the trickery within.

Health: 0.1

Strength: 200

Speed: 200

Defense: 200

Stamina: 200

Healing Ability: 0

The so-called Prohibition Technique is an ability that grants immense physical attributes by restricting oneself.

The instant Fang Can activated it, he completely suppressed his torrential, dragon-like blood qi, exchanging it for the extraordinary strength of this moment.

What would be merely a common scratch for an ordinary person is, on Fang Can at this moment, something entirely fatal.

In other words, facing any attack from Xiang Yincheng from now on, he is not allowed to be injured again, for any injury would equal death.

But this death-risk, akin to walking a tightrope...

... suits Fang Can's wishes perfectly!!!

"Did you hear that?"

Fang Can's tone was wavering, leaving Xiang Yincheng, who was reborn in the river of blood far away, utterly bewildered.

"The echo from 【Adversity Turns to Fortune】!"

(End of Chapter)