Chapter 225: Do Not Let Desire Pierce the Will

In the secluded warmth of the quilt, Fang Can focused his mind, visualizing the sun within his sea of consciousness.

The sun in his consciousness differed from the one in reality; it mattered not whether it involved nuclear fusion or fission.

No need to investigate the principle of its existence; the sun is simply the sun.

The star burning in his heart, its essential nature was a mental projection of Fang Can, not a scientific principle.

As Fang Can's visualization, it reflected his true self, allowing joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness to correspond one by one upon the sun.

The moment the host's heart dies is the moment the sun collapses.

But as long as his consciousness exists for a day, the sun in his heart can burn for a day.

With Fang Can's visualization, threads of mental will merged into this scorching fireball, causing it to slowly expand.

And the consciousness that merged, after being roasted by the blazing sun, would give back a portion to Fang Can's limbs and bones, actively strengthening his physical body.

Based on Fang Can's current estimation, it would take roughly 120 double-hours of visualization to fully complete the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment, increasing his physical strength tenfold to reach the current limit of his flesh.

After that, for every day of visualization, his own strength limit would increase by 10 tons, and it would be endless.

However, given Fang Can's current normal strength of tens of thousands of tons, this growth seemed slightly slow.

Her small body lay on Fang Can's chest; Liu Qingmeng curled inside the quilt, gnawing at the youth's neck, her blue and white hair intertwined with a natural beauty.

Lazily listening to the orderly heartbeat of the youth, she felt the heart-image within him flowing endlessly: 'Is this guy still cultivating that Great Sun Indestructible Demon Body?'

She had once evaluated this technique as useless, purely because the cultivation difficulty was truly too great.

Unless one possessed peerless talent, even entering the gate would take decades as a baseline; it was truly a protagonist's technique.

Just the visualization effect of increasing the strength limit was already more fierce than Xiang Longtao's inheritance, and it was also at the Feather Transformation Stage for a lifetime.

'And putting aside everything else, this skin...'

Like a little milk cat, her pink, tender tongue gently brushed against Fang Can's neck, sensing the subtle differences within:

'Has the cauldron already reached this level?'

Relying on her rich martial arts experience, Liu Qingmeng could draw a terrifying conclusion.

Even without cultivation absorption, mere licking was enough to slightly increase one's Daoist cultivation; it was simply terrifying.

Looking at the handsome youth who seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep with long, steady breaths, Liu Qingmeng suddenly felt depressed: 'Damn it, attracting bees and butterflies every day, why grow up so flirtatious? Just wait, I'll tie you up tight later!'

One could only say that the state of mind watching the play from the sidelines was completely different from personally entering the game.

Carrying resentment, Liu Qingmeng began to tear, bite, and lick Fang Can's neck again, violently inhaling Fang Can's heart-image and converting it into the life energy of her avatar.

Half a double-hour later, Fang Can awoke from his visualization.

Looking down at Liu Qingmeng, whose body had expanded another circle, he subconsciously felt a bit sticky.

Raising his hand to gently wipe it, his hand met a wet patch on the neck; Fang Can sighed lightly: 'Senior, I'm just replenishing the demon, why is there so much water? The sheets are soaked through.'

'I told you, just call me by my full name. Calling me Senior every day makes me feel old.'

Ignoring the girl's cooing protest, in Fang Can's heart, she had no authority whatsoever.

Watching the youth use a force field to clean his clothes again, a thought arose in Liu Qingmeng's mind: 'So, while he is visualizing, he has no sensation in his body?'

For a moment, thoughts of hypnosis, numbness, and dullness flooded Liu Qingmeng's mind.

But out of safety considerations, she still warned: 'Be more careful when you cultivate in the future; if someone wants to assassinate you, you won't be able to react at all.'

'Don't worry, I have a sense for danger.' Fang Can waved his hand indifferently: 'If there is killing intent or hostility, I will definitely detect it in advance.'

'What about lust?' Liu Qingmeng felt strange in her heart, suppressing the guess deep within.

Using the AT Field to tidy his clothes, after arranging everything neatly and bidding farewell to Jiang Ningan and the others, Fang Can flew towards the villa district in the suburbs.

According to custom, he still had to feed those hundred women in the real world every day.

Fortunately, now with the AT Field, he could handle everyone in a room simultaneously in one go.

Gently pushing open the villa's large door, he was met by a hundred pairs of hungry eyes full of expectation.

'My lord, I have already reached the third layer of the Xuan Gate.' The elementary school scholar, Ying Yue, stepped forward to court him.

'It doesn't matter, no need to compete. Today I will satisfy every single one of you equally.' Fang Can said confidently.

With the deployment of the AT Field, a series of prompt sounds rang in his mind: 'Detected accessible devices within signal range. Issue a signal connection invitation?'

And the sound of access echoed in the minds of the women as well.

'This is my new ability, remote transmission of cultivation. You just need to choose to accept.'

Fang Can spoke in a flat tone; the next moment, the crowd before him collapsed one by one like boneless fish.

Hearing the continuous soft moans in his ears, Fang Can's breath hitched slightly; he almost couldn't withstand it.

Although his sensation was not as exaggerated as Ying Yue and the others, merely existing in a normal state of exchange.

But now, the hundred different sensations of the Three Passes stacked together, causing a quantitative change to directly affect the qualitative change.

'Just right, this is the moment to train my will; the more unbearable it is, the stronger the tempering of the will.'

A flash of determination passed through Fang Can's eyes; I will absolutely not let desire crush my will!

Thinking this, he sat cross-legged on the ground like an old monk in meditation, visualizing, allowing the surrounding environment to influence him without moving or shaking, his will terrifyingly firm.

About 30 minutes later, Fang Can decided to stop while ahead, deciding that today's will tempering would end here.

After all, he could endure it, but these people couldn't.

Previously, these devices would heat up violently after just five minutes of charging.

Even switching to remote electronic signal access, the efficiency dropped somewhat, but half an hour was still too difficult for them.

Looking at the collapsed crowd, it used to take at least five or six hours to finish, but now it was reduced to half an hour; the efficiency improvement speed was meteoric.

Observing these people carefully, due to the Y God Method, every person who received Fang Can's electronic signal had a bloody tally mark inscribed on their inner thigh.

And for the next day, their physical constitution would be temporarily doubled.

Looking at the progress bar showing 201/1000 for the Y God Curse, Fang Can felt there would probably be no chance to improve it in the future.

Amid the reluctant gazes of these people, Fang Can leaped lightly and vanished directly into the villa district.

With a series of sonic booms in the air, Fang Can, propelled by the force field and flying at ten times the speed of sound, headed toward City A.

After spending over ten minutes crossing a small portion of the New Nation, he landed directly at the agreed location, looked at Ji Donglai, and said, "I heard you wanted something from me."

(End of this chapter)