Chapter 23: The Six Desires Split Demon Scripture

Feeling the sunlight warming his body, bringing a tingling sensation from his strengthened form, Fang Can took a deep breath.

Although the technique is still in its infancy, its absorption efficiency is low—it cannot violate the law of energy conservation, nor even reach 100% utilization.

The solar energy he gains daily barely matches his food intake, yielding negligible strength.

But this technique can still be upgraded; in time, its energy ceiling can be raised step by step.

And Fang Can is no fool—he has initiative; he would never rely solely on solar energy to enhance his physique.

Whether training in Wu Gong or stuffing a nuclear reactor in his stomach and radiating directly into the East Sea, both methods utterly dwarf passive solar absorption.

Feeling his body transformed after replacing his technique, Fang Can said seriously to Jiang Ningan: “Thank you.”

“Huh? Thank me?” Jiang Ningan said, startled. “Thank me for what?”

“Of course for guiding me—if not for you, I might still be bound by conventional martial arts for a long time,” Fang Can said.

“No need to thank me—just don’t keep going mad,” Jiang Ningan waved her hand quickly.

“True, the main credit isn’t yours,” Fang Can nodded in agreement: “It was my own astonishing fortune that drew you here—I should really thank myself.”

With that, Fang Can ignored Jiang Ningan’s bewildered expression and turned his gaze to the window.

After a night of visualization, daylight had fully filled the outdoors; there was little time left before school.

“For the next while, just stay inside. As long as you don’t go out, you theoretically won’t be found,” Fang Can said uncertainly.

Superpowers come in many forms—there might just be some ability to track people, depending on whether the authorities take them seriously enough.

『And…』 Fang Can’s eyes darkened: 『If she could come over, that means cross-reality travel isn’t unique—there will definitely be a second, a third person.』

He took out food sufficient for one day, gave her some instructions, then picked up his backpack and prepared to take the subway to school.

Watching the heavy door slam shut, Jiang Ningan felt uneasy.

Not only was she worried the lunatic might have a breakdown on the street, but also that he might report her.

After long consideration, she decided to take the risk, cleared her mind, sat cross-legged on the floor, and began cultivating to heal her battle wounds from yesterday.

On the subway, Fang Can found the seat with the best sunlight, closed his eyes slightly, and let the full light fall on his face.

After a night of exertion, he was finally free to rest for a moment.

The morning sun’s rays bathed his soft facial features; because the heat and radiation were fully absorbed, he felt no heat, only coolness.

And since the ultraviolet rays were also consumed, his skin would only grow whiter with exposure.

At this moment, his already flawless face, directly illuminated by the sun, resembled that of a child of the sun.

Passengers around him involuntarily fixed their gazes on his face, as if studying a painting, their minds slipping into daze.

But this state didn’t last long—only minutes later, Fang Can reached his stop.

As he slowly opened his eyes, he saw a circle of men and women staring blankly at his face.

Without reacting, seeing their embarrassed glances as they averted their eyes upon being caught, Fang Can picked up his bag and stepped off the subway.

Fang Can was not the type who was handsome without knowing it.

From childhood to adulthood, the invisible advantages and troubles his appearance brought made him acutely aware of his charm—he had received countless love letters.

This kind of looks could make him the male lead in a matriarchal world; just opening a livestream could trick countless older women into showering him with gifts to claim top spot.

But unfortunately, due to differing schools of thought here, good looks aren’t always a positive buff.

Instead, the likelihood of being locked in a basement and subjected to relentless humiliation by a group of women is far higher.

Knowing he might be targeted by some superpowered rich women who’d lock him away, Fang Can chose not to appear online, opting instead for a low-profile life.

After all, if he didn’t, someday he might just be taught a lesson.

『In the coming days, I don’t know when the next cross-reality shift will happen—I must raise my flesh transformation level as quickly as possible.』 Fang Can looked at the 3% transformation level on his panel.

Name: Fang Can

Body: 4.1

Spirit: 4.1

Qi: 4.1

Though never tested by a system, Fang Can was certain his strength now surpassed human limits.

After school, he’d pick a place to test how far he’d come after seven days of godlike training.

……

In A City’s Dragon Unit headquarters, inside a signal-shielded conference room, a dozen individuals of varying ages, genders, appearances, and attire sat.

If any superpower enthusiasts were here, they’d recognize these people as mostly Level-State or higher abilities.

Before them lay a stack of paper documents, detailing everything about Idealist Martial Arts.

Ji Donglai stated: “Everyone, these are the records collected by our mental ability users on the imprisoned alien natives. Feel free to voice your opinions.”

“If this energy surge can bring people from another world, what about the next one? Will it send them back—or bring more?” an aged man with a weary face posed a critical question.

“We lack sufficient data—we don’t know,” Ji Donglai shook his head gently. “We’ll have to wait and verify after the next energy surge in a few days.”

“Since Idealist Martial Arts can be cultivated through memetic infection, I think this is a great chance to fill our weaknesses.”

One young man spoke eagerly: “Could superpowers combined with martial arts work?”

“That’s exactly why I called you all,” Ji Donglai said.

“We’ve successfully captured the Transformation Body martial artist and fully controlled him through mental ability—he’s already surrendered his technique.”

“But Idealist techniques are dangerously unstable—I fear you’ll all go insane if you practice them.”

“So I plan to first roll out the technique to ordinary civilians in a pilot city, test for risks, and only then allow our unit’s superpowered members to try,” Ji Donglai said seriously.

“Agreed,” the superpowered individuals showed little interest; they had no objection to using millions as test subjects.

After brief discussion, they finalized the plan—just as they were about to disperse, a voice came from the corner:

“Hey! I’ve got an idea!”

“Have you heard of the Six Desires Split Demon Scripture?”

(End of Chapter)