Chapter 243: Fang Can

Late at night, in the dim room, Fang Can sat cross-legged alone on the bed.

In the sea of his mind, Fang Can's will took human form, floating beside the imagined sun.

At that moment, his slender, bone-defined pale fingers held a faint golden imaginary brush.

After a slight hesitation, the content flowed effortlessly as he wrote it in his mind-sea, each stroke of the brush leaving golden characters in the void.

This was the first time Fang Can had written since beginning his martial cultivation.

Using thought as the brush, emotion as ink, he splashed and inscribed upon the sea of his mind, leaving traces.

This was not to complete any assignment, but merely to dissect his own inner self.

Through the inexplicable desire for revenge against Hearing Liu Qingmeng, Fang Can finally took seriously the changes in his soul since his first transformation.

As a Heaven Ascension Path martial cultivator, who embodies the heart, it is inherently difficult to restrain one's restless mind and wandering thoughts.

Fang Can had dozens of times more distractions than others.

On the positive side, in Mind-Only Martial Arts, the more your thoughts, the faster your strength grows through refinement.

But on the negative side, Fang Can's behavior became hard to control.

This had already happened multiple times before.

For example, during the welcome of the psychics, he suddenly wanted to vent and destroy everything.

Or simply sharing a bed with his avatar, he wanted his lower half to control his upper half.

This overwhelming flood of distractions and mental turmoil made Fang Can uncomfortable, so he wanted to examine his inner self through writing.

In short, it was keeping a diary!

Although for Fang Can at this point, he had long since achieved perfect recall.

But having a detailed diary documenting his mental state would serve as a better warning.

Since this diary was written solely for himself, Fang Can made no concealment whatsoever.

This was evident from the content he recorded—he truly didn't treat himself as an outsider.

Day Six of First Transformation:

Early in the morning, right after finishing cultivation, I saw Liu's avatar lying face-down before me.

After the First Transformation, my senses were heightened—I could easily feel the cotton-like protrusions even through clothing.

I could easily imagine how good the texture would feel if I touched it.

Merely through close contact, I could construct in my mind the avatar's measurements: xx, xx, xx.

Thinking that this was the avatar of the Fourth Transformation, I felt restless, tinged with revenge.

I clearly knew this avatar harbored feelings toward me that transcended taboo—in short, she wanted to fuck her own disciple.

Yes, Little Sister Liu, after losing her power, actually believed I hadn't noticed her thoughts.

Does she really think I'm a dull, herbivorous male lead?

I fully understand the allure my First Furnace holds over the opposite sex, and I couldn't help feeling a flicker of pride in this ability.

Little Sister Liu is merely an avatar stripped of power, no different from an ordinary mortal—she simply cannot resist my charm.

Perhaps even she herself cannot tell how much of her feelings for me are mixed with desire for a furnace.

I'm certain that if I proposed a dual-cultivation, I could consume both Jiang and Little Sister Liu completely by the end of the day.

Afterwards, with a few sweet words, they would reluctantly but still accept sharing one husband.

But this is completely wrong—Jiang's feelings for me are sincere, and Little Sister Liu's true self has done me great favors.

Damn! I fantasized again.

I fantasized about Little Sister Liu being unable to live without my Rick No. 5, until her whole body was coated in oil.

Dammit, why is my imagination so vivid after the First Transformation!

【But hasn't Little Sister Liu done anything wrong? Why is she so beautiful, and hasn't she practiced dual-cultivation before? She's already been penetrated by my AT Field three times…】struck out

What the hell am I thinking? Keep writing the diary.

……

The above were merely scattered thoughts from a minor incident on the morning of the sixth day, yet in just one day, Fang Can had written over ten thousand characters.

Silently staring at the diary in his mind-sea, Fang Can rubbed his temples in pain.

To record every single thought without concealment was like Chaos, Nurgle, Khorne, and Slaanesh introducing themselves.

But precisely because of this, Fang Can understood the severity—he had become so depraved after his First Transformation.

'I must keep this diary habit—constantly remind myself.'

'Otherwise, if my thoughts slip, and I take a wrong step, who knows what I'll become.'

Without self-moral restraint, Fang Can didn't know what terrifying things might happen—he might truly corrupt the entire world.

Murmuring to himself, time flew by in the following days of intense cultivation.

With the threat of the otherworldly martial path, as time passed, Fang Can clearly felt his talent rising under the pressure of crisis.

Thus, several more days passed. Through relentless practice, Fang Can successfully completed his hundred-day Foundation Establishment.

This meant his power had increased tenfold again; his flesh and blood had passed the rapid growth phase, and strength now grew steadily, like a slow drip instead of a flood.

Standing alone on the balcony, feeling the direct sunlight pouring over him, Fang Can carefully sensed the power within his flesh.

A standard Flesh Refinement Body, Tenth Level, has a base strength of sixty tons; after the First Transformation, it multiplies tenfold to six hundred tons.

'My current base strength is probably… ninety thousand tons? Roughly a hundred times that of a normal First Transformation.'

Recalling his recent fight with Xiang Yincheng, he now possessed, through base strength alone, the conventional power of a Second Transformation martialist.

And once he activated the Forbidden Character Technique, he could hold his own even against a Third Transformation.

'But it's still far from enough.' Fang Can clenched his fist lightly; the thought of soon facing multiple Fourth Transformations weighed heavily on him.

Even though his talent was unparalleled, having reached the First Transformation in months while others spent decades, it was still too slow.

"Or else... I'll try the dual cultivation technique from my previous life again."

The thought had barely arisen in Fang Can's mind before he forcibly suppressed it—eat a meal one bite at a time, walk a road one step at a time.

Besides, who could he dual cultivate with right now? Hearing Liu Qingmeng or Jiang Ningan?

While he was thinking, Fang Can's phone buzzed lightly, receiving a message from Li Huowang.

He opened it and glanced through it; above was a detailed record of every major superpowered person's ability.

Elementalization, anti-memetic shrouding, damage sharing, consciousness manipulation...

Every ability user listed above had shaken hands with Li Huowang, which meant he could borrow their abilities at any time.

So for the upcoming battle, he had to configure things well—absolutely could not crash and burn.

With this thought, Fang Can proactively called Li Huowang, and right after it connected, the other party's excited voice came through:

"Fang Can, guess what stage my Infinite Protagonist Plan has reached."

(End of chapter)