Chapter 265

In the Martial World, hidden in a secret corner of the Great Zhou where no detector could ever find it.

At the Pure Heart Studio, core disciples, elders, and hall masters of the sect gathered together.

Unlike the bloated outer disciples, each of these core sect members was exquisitely beautiful, their eyes holding flowing light.

After a day of busyness, it was now deep night; these cultivators were like silver carp under the moon, impossibly beautiful.

An elder, holding a jade whisk and leaning against a pillar, with cold eyes hiding true fire, sized up the handsome youth before her.

"Hmph! The sword intent of the Calamity Sword Mountain really nourishes people; even the male disciples are so moist!"

"Having practiced the 'Yin-Yang Union Ode' for so many years, I can finally spar properly with disciples from outside the sect," another bright woman draped in starlight said eagerly.

"Earlier, when I followed the Studio Master to the Great Zhou capital to watch the nations' grand tournament, I was already eyeing that young hero; the Sect Master let me come and spar first!" another barefoot female cultivator with golden snake earrings pleaded.

Before Fang Can stood these sixty-seven women, including disciples.

Their looks were no less than Fang Can's harem group at all, and over fifty of them had each reached the Ascend to Heaven Path Realm, making them the absolute backbone of the Pure Heart Studio.

But earlier, hearing what the girl in the red skirt said, these people usually relied on circulating the 'Yin-Yang Union Ode' technique among themselves to cultivate; after decades or even a century, their resentment was simply terrifying.

Even a zombie walking past these female cultivators would have its yang energy sucked away by a few mouthfuls.

'So many people; I wonder if I can hold up.'

At the critical moment, a thought suddenly occurred to Fang Can.

But everything is for the great cause of the Superpowered Ones; even if I can't hold up, I must hold on to the death!

The Studio Master of the Pure Heart Studio, seeing the mutual teasing in the scene, said lazily:

"Enough. We only have three days of usage rights; after three days, if you want to enjoy it, you'll have to queue."

"Now, this boy hasn't suffered any losses yet and is very arrogant; who is willing to take the lead?"

Upon hearing this, the crowd responded, each one clamoring to show Fang Can some color.

Seeing her disciples act this way, the Studio Master nodded in satisfaction; although none had experience, the wolf nature of the Harmony Union Sect was still well preserved.

"Very well, if that's the case, then Elder Xi Xing, you go first."

The Studio Master casually pointed at a third-turn Pure Heart Studio elder, then said coldly:

"The rest of you... those who haven't reached the Ascend to Heaven Path Realm, don't come up; if you didn't cultivate hard in normal times, now you can only watch from the side!"

"Yes!"

Amidst the sighs of core disciples at the Shed Mortal Flesh Realm, that Pure Heart Studio elder known as Xi Xing stepped forward in response.

In Fang Can's observation, a dark-blue starry river gauze wrapped her body in star mist.

Her eyes, rewritten by the 'Yin-Yang Union Ode' cultivation, reflected the moon in the left and held stars in the right.

Faintly visible beneath the star-gauze clothes were secret silver curse patterns winding along her spine, shimmering like living creatures.

And this elder, with stars and moon in her eyes, sized up the handsome youth with white hair and red pupils before her, her tone carrying pressure:

"Young hero Fang, will you remove your armor yourself, or shall this elder help you remove it?"

Nodding somewhat helplessly, Fang Can placed his hands on his lapels; beside him, the Studio Master's lazy voice rang out:

"Boy, I forgot to tell you; I have already activated the Sky-Peeping Stone, and everything here has been recorded by me."

In Fang Can's eyes, the Studio Master somehow now held a smooth magic orb in her hand:

"Your embarrassing performance next will be the best proof of the Pure Heart Studio's power; who knows, it might even be copied into one hundred billion copies for all martial artists in the world to watch?"

Fang Can's movement paused; suppressing the embarrassment rising in his heart, he slowly unfastened his pure white long robe.

As he moved, the entire hall somehow fell silent, leaving only slightly heavier breathing sounds.

Carved like Bai Yu, his body, still dotted with starlight in the night, stood right there in the hall.

Flawless, as if the creation of the goddess of beauty.

Previously, when Fang Can wore his long robe, he looked more handsome than a heavenly god, a dazzling focal point among the crowd.

But now, as he removed his armor and put on the Emperor's new clothes.

Everyone finally understood that the long robe was not an embellishment to the man's handsomeness before them; rather, it covered ninety percent of the beauty on the man's body.

This was just like the iceberg theory in aesthetics.

The beauty Fang Can previously exposed to everyone's eyes occupied only the tip of the iceberg, the shallowest layer.

The truly soul-stirring beauty, occupying over eighty percent of it, required them to work hard to dig into it bit by bit.

And now, this iceberg finally floated before their eyes, emerging into the world.

Before today, these core disciples and elders had not failed to see other men.

Every day, passing through that huge Pure Heart Studio square, they inevitably saw the cultivation of outer disciples and materials.

But the longer they watched, the more disgusted they felt toward bodies, thinking that the little matter between men and women was just like that—vulgar!

But now, Fang Can told them with facts that it was not so!

What a perfect body this was; what had they seen before?

If Fang Can's current skin was like jade and bones like ice, made from the waters of the nine heavens.

Then those they had seen before were mud, were dust.

Compared to the wall-like figure before them, everything else seemed hideous.

Beautiful!!!

Even the Studio Master of the Pure Heart Studio, looking at the youth before her now, was stunned for several breaths, instinctively placing her finger before her lips and licking it lightly.

Fang Can looked down at his single remaining garment and said subconsciously: "This one..."

"Remove the armor!!!"

Beside his ear was the Studio Master's cold voice, because she realized she had just been stunned herself.

This voice woke up the many female cultivators who were stunned in the scene; immediately, they urged him one after another:

"Remove the armor!!!"

"Yes! Take off the armor for me now!"

"What are you hesitating for! Remove the armor!"

Before Fang Can could ponder, the next moment, Xixing, standing before Fang Can and receiving the visual shock, could no longer hold back.

She directly reached out and grabbed the fine fabric.

OK, with Elder Xixing's movement, the ice hidden beneath the seawater completely surfaced, displaying itself before everyone's eyes.

Perfect, naturally perfect.

Whether it was shape, texture, color, or even taste, it was absolutely a 5A-grade Shuanghui ham.

Due to the current unobstructed state, even with a will as iron, Fang Can felt somewhat unaccustomed.

His falling silver hair flowed like moonlight, casting a hazy halo under the flickering candlelight within the Yongle Dadian.

His long eyelashes trembled lightly, his skin resembling snow-white petals soaked in the sunset glow.

A faint gold shimmered deep within his red pupils, like fireflies startled by the night wind.

The youth's slender shoulder blades shivered slightly; the clean lines of his collarbone cast a small shadow beneath his skin, like winding cracks on crackled porcelain.

His raised arms brought his slender fingers to cover the key areas; this half-hidden appearance made the cultivators' hearts surge like spring streams flowing beneath the ice.

The intermittent gasps and exclamations from the core disciples made Fang Can feel somewhat uncomfortable.

This feeling of being objectified and scrutinized beside him made his brows furrow slightly.

Among these people, the most composed was the Hall Master of the Fourth Transformation.

Within just a few breaths, she snapped out of it, her gaze focusing on the characters on his lower abdomen.

There, a crimson "Zheng" character was engraved right on Fang Can's body.

"Y God Curse? Shouldn't you have already consumed this during the Grand Competition? How is there still some left?"

The Hall Master, at some unknown moment, bent down to gaze closely at the character 'Zheng'; her eyes held surprise, then she was frightened by the massive characters before her and retreated onto the wooden cot.

"Hall Master, I feel Elder Xixing lacks experience; I should handle this matter."

During this brief silence, a female cultivator spoke up.

Immediately, similar voices eagerly rose one after another.

Obviously, they all wanted Xixing to let go of this man so they could do it themselves!

As the focus of everyone's attention, Xixing remained silent, declaring her sovereignty with her actions.

The terror of the Third Transformation was such that, under the other's hands, Fang Can was pressed to the ground without any power to resist.

With merely simple contact, Xixing felt a strange sensation transmit to her palm; simultaneously, the circulation speed of the Yin-Yang Union Ode began to subtly accelerate.

This was a sensation never experienced before when practicing together with other female cultivators.

'This time, I've truly found a treasure!' Xixing knew clearly in her heart that this opportunity was rare.

Where else in the future could she find a youth who cultivates the Y God Curse, is a supreme cauldron, and is on the Path to Heaven?

Amidst her surging emotions, Xixing locked eyes with the youth; from the youth's eyes, she could see a trace of obvious impatience.

"Can you hurry up?"

Fang Can whispered to the girl's crystal-clear earlobe; the meaning within made Xixing feel displeased.

"No, this entire night belongs to me," Xixing said coldly, activating the Yin-Yang Union Ode and pressing it onto Fang Can's shoulder.

Amidst Fang Can's surprised gaze, the newly born calf was directly catalyzed into a giant yak.

"When it comes to controlling flesh and blood, do not show off your skills before us of the Su Xin Hall."

Xixing spoke mockingly; immediately, the sheathed long sword began to resist, and the next moment her eyes widened in shock!

Ancient words say: What is gained from books is ultimately shallow; to truly know this matter, one must practice personally!

At this moment, the girl felt such a clear realization; it was actually this... this...

"Too, too, too, too... too correct!"

Xixing let out an uncontrollable scream as if she had encountered an indescribable Cthulhu, feeling her brain go blank like the white page before Genshin Impact launches.

At the same time, the unprecedented cultivation growth speed made her understand what it felt like to be a peerless genius!

One second... ten seconds... one minute...

Abandoning thought, relying on instinct to continuously draw and sheath the sword, Xixing for the first time clearly realized that cultivation could be this enjoyable!

By the time she snapped out of it, she had already collapsed onto the pale floor of the Yongle Dadian.

Her toes twitched convulsively, meeting the collective gaze of her fellow disciples.

"Is it over? Has a whole night passed?" Xing Xi asked, yet she saw the night outside remained dim.

"Less than half a stick of incense has passed, you trash, get up and let others come!"

The Hall Master's voice, unable to suppress her anger, came from afar.

Xing Xi instinctively turned her head and saw the youth's red eyes gazing calmly at her.

And on that yak, only a thin layer of mist lightly wrapped it, yet it still stood tall and upward.

(End of this chapter)