Chapter 261: Ji Donglai's Awakening

Opening his eyes, he saw that Prince Qing had by now become a complete prisoner.

Within the originally golden and resplendent Imperial Palace, all the martial artists of the Ascension Path from the entire capital had gathered here.

Yet these people no longer possessed their former glory.

One by one they stood crooked and unsteady, their legs stained with blood, their faces twisted in pain.

In the hand of the Intent King, he held the head of a Second-Stage cultivator; under the superpower enhancement of the Rotten Li Huowang, he was brainwashing these martial artists.

Yes, the superpower enhancement of the Rotten Li Huowang.

At this moment, the Rotten Li Huowang was replicating the ability of the Divine Man and bestowing it upon the Intent King.

This was a newly discovered method they had found: allowing the Rotten Li Huowang to split half of the Divine Man's superpower.

Then, in reverse, bestowing the Divine Man's superpower upon himself; thus, a Continent-level cultivator could increase his superpower intensity by 5×5=25 times.

And this amplification, for a Nation-level cultivator, could stack an additional 3×5=15 times.

Having now obtained this 25-fold stacking, the Intent King's brainwashing speed increased once more; it took only the burning of a single incense stick to successfully brainwash a Second-Stage cultivator.

While brainwashing, the Intent King also had a little leisure to glance at Prince Qing beside him: "Oh, you're awake? You are the one with the best temperament among all of them."

"You are... Fang Can's assistant." Prince Qing still vaguely remembered everything before he fainted.

As he spoke, his gaze swept around, and then he was stunned to discover that here, besides himself, every male martial artist had been castrated.

This discovery made him instinctively shudder, and the arduous memories of shedding his mortal body surged into his mind.

"Yes, you should be grateful you picked up a life; if Fang Can had not spoken, you would already be dead."

"And do not think that because you once helped Fang Can you can now demand repayment; you people without superpowers are unworthy of him. This time I spare your lives; in the future, it is best you do not show yourselves before him."

The Intent King spoke with a leisurely tone, utterly unafraid of Prince Qing attacking him, because he had already planted a mental brand within the other's body.

Even if Prince Qing now wished to kill him, his body would be unable to move, just like a female lead trained by a hooligan.

Having roughly sorted out the current situation, Prince Qing sighed lightly, never expecting matters to have reached this extent.

"What do you plan to do?" Prince Qing asked.

"What to do? Naturally, we will clean up all the trouble." Looking at Prince Qing, he added another sentence: "Including the Fourth-Stage."

"You want to deal with a Fourth-Stage?" Prince Qing's eyes widened, and then he hurriedly urged:

"I advise you not to indulge in such fantasies; while they have not yet discovered you, immediately take Fang Can and leave; there is still a sliver of a path to life."

Halfway through speaking, Prince Qing's face immediately dimmed, because he thought of the Heavenly Secrets Tower.

With the Heavenly Secrets Tower's positioning, where could they possibly run?

"Heh, this does not require your worry; while my mood is good, get out quickly; stay quietly in Jingcheng for three days."

As the Intent King spoke, the next moment he directly controlled Prince Qing's consciousness, then dragged the other person step by step outward, his mood extremely foul.

Today, that Bai Xiaosheng had only exposed the tip of the iceberg, yet it brought him enormous pressure.

A Fourth-Stage with no resistance was already so difficult to kill; even having a Continent-level ability user's F Superman act, he still failed to kill him.

'Can we win?' The Intent King looked at his own arm and actually felt some fear in his heart.

His age, compared to other ability users, was not particularly great; he was only thirty-five years old.

Since becoming a superpowered being, he had grown accustomed to an easy life, never experiencing life-or-death battles; all his fights were easy victories and crushing defeats.

Becoming a superpowered being did not require examination; one could become one at any time.

And among the superpowered beings who came this time, Ji Donglai was an old general who had survived the Great Collapse Era; the Rotten Li Huowang was a heartless scumbag; F Superman had Super-Male Syndrome; the Divine One had been conscripted the most after the founding of the nation...

Among these people, he was the one with the weakest combat experience.

It could be said this was his first time participating in a ranking of this level; the fear in his heart was indescribable, making him the one under the greatest pressure.

'Calm... calm... everything for the family... we will win.'

The Intent King took a deep breath, thinking of Ji Donglai's teachings all along.

Roughly when he was twelve years old, he first discovered he possessed an ability different from others.

After hurting the classmates around him, he fled the scene in fear, hiding in a pitch-black pile of miscellaneous goods.

At that time, his parents' teaching was that if he broke the law, the police would take him away and subject him to terrifying abuse.

But in the darkness, he did not wait for the police; instead, a man with a scar on his face appeared.

The man told him in a gentle tone that his name was Ji Donglai and that from now on he would be his family.

In his fear, the twelve-year-old Intent King looked at the figure backlit by light and spoke his fear of the police, only to receive an unexpected reply.

The Intent King still remembered that at that time Ji Donglai used words of respect and gentleness that even the Intent King's parents had never shown:

"It is all right; do not fear the police, do not worry about the law, do not care about your parents; you are the gift bestowed by heaven upon the New Nation."

Facing the Intent King's fearful gaze, Ji Donglai then spoke in a calm tone words that would be etched in his mind for a lifetime:

"Your ability is mental-type, right? If you are afraid, just use your ability on me."

"My memories are entirely at your disposal to view and browse; my thoughts need not be hidden from superpowered beings; they can withstand the test of anyone."

The recollection ended; as he slowly exhaled a turbid breath, the Intent King discovered a difference in his body.

His physical constitution had actually improved by more than one grade.

It seemed... he had drawn Qi into his body?

Looking at his own body in surprise, his eyes revealed astonishment; clearly, he had never cultivated any technique.

It seemed that because his spiritual power was so strong, it perfectly matched the setting of the Idealist Martial Dao; so just now, had he accidentally broken through his heart demon?

"If I were to cultivate the Martial Dao, with my spiritual power exceeding the Third-Stage, perhaps my talent would not be inferior to Fang Can's; I too could be an unparalleled genius?"

In a cheerful mood, the Intent King grabbed a martial artist's head and continued the brainwashing work.

But aside from the work, his expression was completely different from the fear just now; he had already completely calmed his heart and mind.

And on the other side, Fang Can also calmly withdrew from the crowd of women.

For quite some time to come, he would likely have no leisure activities; as compensation, he might as well feed these people in advance.

Stepping out of the courtyard, amidst the kneeling worship of Ye Yonglie and other believers, Fang Can looked at the brainwashed Second-Circle Martial Artist.

"My lord, I will take you to the Inverted Gate," the martial artist said obsequiously.

"On the way back, rein in that ugly expression of yours; do not give us away," Fang Can warned, then began to shift the blood qi throughout his body.

Crack-crack-crack-crack—

As the blood qi shifted, the parts of his body that lost its support twisted bit by bit, and bones snapped one by one.

(End of this chapter)