Chapter 263: The Youth Taken Away by the Union of Joy Sect

"So you understand now."

Inside the Upside-Down Gate, Sha Jing spoke with a hint of caution in his eyes:

"The women of the Pure Heart Studio are absolutely untouchable. The higher your realm, the greater the backlash if you get tainted."

"If you get tainted by an outer or inner disciple of the Pure Heart Studio, losing some power to their prostitution is one thing."

"But those elders, and even the Holy Maid and Studio Master of the main lineage—if you meet them in the Jianghu later, you must avoid them like snakes and scorpions."

Sha Jing sighed with emotion: "We martial artists on the Path to Heaven, having come this far, have none of us not practiced in the deepest winter and hottest summer, enduring hundreds of years of bitter hardship, never daring to slack off for a single day."

"Yet the main lineage of the Pure Heart Studio actually wants to devour my hundred years of cultivation with just a mere diaphragm. How could that be so easy?"

"I, Sha Jing, endured so much suffering and hardship to break through to the Fourth Turn, while that Third Turn little girl just now only needs to sleep with a Fourth Turn to take a share."

"Precisely because Fourth Turn martial artists in the Martial World avoid them at all costs, and the Third Turn ones look down on them, the Studio Masters and Holy Maids of recent generations have all been virgins."

At the same time, just as Fang Can was taken to the Pure Heart Studio, what was Liu Qingmeng doing?

She was still suppressing her consciousness, which kept surging due to Little Liu's memories.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

In the bedroom where the Sect Master of the Calamity Jianshan rested, Liu Qingmeng pressed her hand, unable to fully restrain her temper of a still heart.

"Of course, I want to cast unspoken water magic using Fang Can's spell components in my mind."

That avatar spoke as if it were the most natural thing, her fingers like white jade moving down to cast a spell, only to be firmly held down by her own right hand: "Can you be a bit more dignified?"

"I like Fang Can. It's normal to be unable to resist after seeing so many lewd pictures of him."

"Food and sex are human nature. I'm Fourth Turn and don't need to eat, so this is the only hobby left. Are you, a basic hater, going to stop me too?"

"I am you! Don't treat me like a foreign guest. I've been single for so many years; today I'm going to cast spells fiercely!"

Liu Qingmeng was almost faint from anger at her own stray thoughts.

Enduring the various lewd pictures generated by the other party in her mind, suppressing her other half, and suffering a barrage of bombardment in her brain.

'How did my stray thoughts turn into such a lewd woman like you!'

Liu Qingmeng questioned in her mind, but then a smile curled her lips: "Eh, basic hater, still refusing to admit it? You're already so wet before even chanting."

"This is clearly caused by your influence."

"I am you!"

"... Jiang Ningan likes him! Don't mess around!"

"So what? Just consider it cultivating the 'Lush Greenery' for Jiang Ningan, practicing NTR on your own disciple!"

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"..."

"Others can cuckold your disciple, so why can't you? Fang Can, that kid, was cultivated step by step under our watch."

"..."

"Hmph! Anyone who reaches the Fourth Turn has some mental issues; they are all self-obsessed psychopaths trapped in their own worlds, unable to get out. You aren't worried about your disciple at all; you're just cowardly."

"..."

"Now, can I cast spells?"

"No!!!" After a long silence, the refusal remained firm.

"Damn it, Liu Qingmeng, are you very proud? You're utterly inhumane. In the future, you'll just watch as even Jiang Ningan, the victim, and your own avatar rise to power, while you stay there fiddling."

Ignoring the constant howls of the defeated dog in her mind, she had adapted well to the generation of various lewd pictures during this time and had become desensitized to images of Fang Can.

At this moment, her mental state had shifted from instinctively having a physiological reaction upon first seeing the pictures to becoming normal.

'Since that's the case, let this defeated-dog-like thought run wild in my sea of consciousness.'

Liu Qingmeng temporarily stopped her plan to refine, allowing the other party to stimulate her with various means.

She realized her previous choice seemed to have been wrong.

Her hundred years of purity and desirelessness were unsettled by the seven emotions and six desires stirred up by that kid Fang Can; simply cutting off emotions was too weak.

True strength is to recognize the essence of life and remain unmoved despite the rootless love attacking the heart.

The more this consciousness attacks the heart, the more it tempers one's will, until the day one sees Fang Can and can completely ignore him; at that time, one will surely be closer to the Fifth Turn.

Closing her eyes silently, she let the stray thoughts continuously generate lewd pictures of Fang Can in her mind, from Fang Can with herself to Fang Can with others.

From initial resistance to expressionless appreciation, and finally to indifferent observation, Liu Qingmeng knew clearly that the soft, sweet self who had been stirred by the young man's strings had already died.

'Now, even if Fang Can himself stands before me completely naked, acting lewd and tempting me, I will not be shaken in the slightest. If you don't believe it, come try.'

Liu Qingmeng, whose theoretical experience had become incredibly rich from observing too many lewd pictures of Fang Can, thought firmly in her heart.

Even at this moment, she had already begun to look forward to seeing her own still-heart state when she meets Fang Can again.

Does that mere Fang Can still want to stir her emotions?

It's simply absurd!

'But where is Fang Can now?'

This thought arose subconsciously in Liu Qingmeng's mind.

This wasn't thinking of Fang Can; it was merely wanting to verify her state of a still heart.

That's right! That's it.

'If my deduction is correct, Fang Can should already be protected by other superpowered individuals; even without the shelter of the Calamity Jianshan, he should be safe.'

Liu Qingmeng thought with relief in her heart, while the young man she was worrying about at that moment was already on his way abroad to the Great Zhou Pure Heart Studio.

Sitting on the floating flying carpet, Fang Can had already restored his aura to its peak, looking indifferently at the ground below rushing past before his eyes, the horizon slowly receding.

"Is the young hero perhaps trying to escape?" A sweet, cloying, seductive voice sounded by his ear, causing Fang Can to frown subconsciously.

The red-clad woman gazed at Fang Can in astonishment, watching the vigorous blood qi forming around him—within just this short time, he had fully recovered; this body was truly worthy of praise.

"Relax. You're a third-transformation Shuxinzhai holy maiden, and I'm merely a first-transformation. I wouldn't be so foolish as to try escaping."

Fang Can spoke coldly; though there had been some deviation from his plan, as long as he endured these three days, everything would be settled.

Though he didn't know how the Hehuan Sect would torment him during these three days, as a superpower user, he could only endure it.

For the sake of the superpower user, grit your teeth and suffer through it, Niu Zi.

Whether a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand come, with his Qi-nourishing technique, if he flinched, he wouldn't be Fang Can!

Just as Fang Can silently resolved himself, the girl leaned forward curiously: "I heard you were originally from Jiejian Mountain—why did your sect abandon you?"

"I heard Jiejian Mountain is full of pure-cultivating female heroes—didn't you lose control and mess around inside, getting expelled from your sect?"

In the air, they rode upon a ritual flying carpet.

Hearing the girl's question, Fang Can unconsciously thought of that blue-haired figure, like a fairy.

To be honest, he didn't understand Liu Qingmeng's current thoughts—they were utterly inexplicable, shifting like a schizophrenic one moment to the next.

He glanced coldly at the woman: "Why do you ask such things? I'm now a prisoner, no longer connected to Jiejian Mountain."

"Hmph, I know even if you don't tell me."

The red-skirted woman lifted her head triumphantly and said:

"It's certainly because you messed around with men and women—that group of female cultivators can't stand it, especially since you practiced my Shuxinzhai Yushen Fa; you're clearly destined to be linked with our sect."

"Yushen Fa is your Shuxinzhai's?" Fang Can was slightly surprised: "Wasn't it said to originate from the Hehuan Sect?"

Originally, that technique was said to come from the Hehuan Sect—how did it become Shuxinzhai's?

"Because several generations ago, our sect masters thought 'Hehuan' was too obvious, not elegant enough, so they changed the name. You didn't know that?"

The girl smiled sweetly at Fang Can, her eyes seeming to lure him in: "Young hero, the female cultivators of Jiejian Mountain don't know how to care for a man—let Shuxinzhai properly pamper you."

"The next three days will surely bring you unimaginable pleasure—why not begin the true cultivation of essence right now?"

The girl's eyes shimmered with seduction, her words carrying a faint fragrance, as if she could instantly transform into a lust beast and devour Fang Can—no wonder she came from Shuxinzhai.

But unfortunately, Fang Can, who had already claimed two hundred victims, saw through her pretense—he looked at her like a man with a malfunctioning star barrier:

"Enough. You're just a little Chu girl imitating others to seduce men. Wait till I really take you—you'll learn fear. You simply can't handle it."

Fang Can turned away, found a more comfortable position, lay down, exposed his back, and closed his eyes to calm his mind.

The coming time may offer no sleep—only endless battles with Shuxinzhai—he needed to rest up in advance.

Watching the unshaken white-haired youth, the girl grew frustrated:

"Do you think I won't? You're just a pitiful first-transformation martial cultivator—not worthy of our sect's holy maiden personally performing essence extraction. Wait till you reach fourth-transformation, then we'll talk."

But this time, what awaited her was long silence.

Fang Can, as he'd claimed, remained utterly unmoved by the beauty beside him—he simply covered his head and slept soundly.

Instead, the girl, who appeared experienced, sulked and controlled the flying carpet toward Da Zhou.

Half an hour later, Fang Can was awakened by a rising and falling chorus of moans—the sound like waves, composed of hundreds or thousands of female voices.

"Hou ooo ooo ooo—"

'What's going on?'

Hearing the noise, Fang Can instinctively woke up on the flying carpet; as his awareness returned, the sound waves grew even more terrifying.

"Hou ooo ooo ooo—"

With a dazed gaze, Fang Can realized the flying carpet had stopped on a vast square.

On this enormous square, countless figures writhed together like serpents—the earlier sound waves had come from those women's mouths.

Under Fang Can's observation, the men were all emaciated youths, clearly over-pressed by essence extraction.

As for the women's appearances… Fang Can was speechless.

First, the Shuxinzhai cultivators' faces were decent enough—each rated around an 8 out of 10—but their bodies were genuinely greasy.

They gave Fang Can the feeling of a fairy from a P-site short story.

(End of Chapter)