Chapter 29: Nine Xuan Passes

In front of Fang Can's villa, a large crowd stood densely packed.

Nearly one-tenth of Z City's population had gathered here, stretching far beyond sight.

Due to Fang Can's presence, the crowd remained unusually quiet, all huddled seven or eight meters away, daring not to approach or disturb him.

Fang Can pulled out a key from his pocket, unlocked the door with practiced ease, ignored the crowd behind him, stepped inside, and slammed the door shut.

As the door sealed, a plaintive female voice came from beside Fang Can's ear.

"What exactly are you trying to do? Why did you draw so many people here?!"

Seeing Fang Can's calm expression, Jiang Ningan nearly clapped her hands over her head and screamed.

She had sensed the sound of tens of thousands moving from hundreds of meters away.

Especially after realizing they were heading this way, it jolted her already unsettled nerves from the harsh environment.

Had she not judged from their voices that most of these people were ordinary humans—and that even if they meant to kill her, they wouldn't be this foolish—she might have reacted instinctively.

Looking at this boy before her with an innocent expression, Jiang Ningan was furious enough to want to beat him.

"They followed me on their own," Fang Can said casually. "Senior, don't worry. None of them dare enter. As long as you don't leave this door, no one knows you're here."

After speaking, Fang Can hung his backpack on the rack as if nothing had happened and began his training with relaxed composure.

Watching this utterly insensitive boy, Jiang Ningan gritted her teeth—but with the crowd blocking the exit, she couldn't leave, so she let out a cold snort and returned to the upstairs room to sit in silent meditation.

But before she left, she suddenly stopped, then turned back in disbelief to study Fang Can: "Your mental manifestation has already taken preliminary form!"

"You mean that aura?" Fang Can recalled.

"Back in school, I felt stifled holding it inside, so I tried it out casually—and it came out toward the whole class."

'Heh… heh. Casually brought it out.' Jiang Ningan's icy face stiffened. She had no words left to describe this boy's talent.

Outside, after the superhuman entered and didn't reappear, the crowd grew restless after ten minutes of waiting, as if they'd lost their anchor.

"What do we do now? What should we do?"

"We don't know. The superhuman didn't give us orders—even gathering was spontaneous."

"We can't just leave. Splitting up in the city is too dangerous."

…

Outside, the crowd's silence sparked minor unrest; someone couldn't hold back and tried to knock on the door to ask Fang Can, but was stopped by the Baohuang Sect.

"The superhuman acts with his own reasoning. You only need to wait. But Fang Can Senior considers far more than you do," Fang Can's classmates glared at these ordinary people daring to overstep.

As students who had shared a class with Fang Can for three years, they felt privileged—close to the source, close to the moon—and had already begun defending his interests.

Seeing the blocked door, the crowd helplessly sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting for Fang Can's next instruction.

Not long after, two middle-aged men walked through the crowd, arriving breathless and shouting: "Who is the superhuman? Where is the superhuman?"

"Principal / Mayor"

Seeing the two approach, those around them gasped in surprise.

'Hey! So you two haven't escaped either?'

Facing the students' astonished stares, the two men looked uneasy.

The incident had erupted too suddenly—no prior notice, and all the previously pampered superhumans in the city were unreachable.

Hearing that a lone superhuman still remained here, they rushed over without delay.

Unable to bear the weight of everyone's gaze, they repeated their question.

One student proudly pointed: "Fang Can Senior is resting inside. No one should disturb him."

Even facing the mayor of Z City, the students refused to budge—and the mayor nodded in agreement.

"Understood, understood. But has the superhuman left any message for us?"

"This…" Several students hesitated. Finally, the history teacher relayed Fang Can's last words before leaving home.

'Can we use his name to act?' The two shrewd men exchanged glances, their minds already stirred—could such a thing really exist?

"I understand. Since Fang Can Senior says so, he clearly wants us to maintain order in the city ourselves. We must not betray his earnest intentions," the mayor declared firmly.

"Exactly! In this emergency, since Fang Can Senior has authorized us, we must fulfill our duty," the principal added.

Perhaps they weren't skilled in combat, but at their rank, they understood administration—what they didn't know, they delegated to subordinates.

Now that Fang Can had spoken, they instantly knew what needed to be done.

Without instruction, their faces immediately took on an air of authority as they began addressing the seated crowd in Fang Can's name.

Though the law had lost its power, with a superhuman as backing, their word carried credibility. Soon, former police officers and veterans were organized, and order began to restore.

Throughout it all, Fang Can never left his villa—merely by virtue of his title as a superhuman, everything settled naturally.

In some sense, human societal order may be idealistic—believe in it, and it gains legitimacy.

Ignoring everything outside, Fang Can continued his orderly physical training indoors. This time, however, he no longer spat out the arsenic—he let his abdomen digest it.

With his body strengthened, arsenic could no longer severely damage him; skipping the drug meant accepting slower cultivation.

By the end of the night, under Jiang Ningan's numb gaze, Fang Can's aura had risen again from the previous day.

Observing Fang Can's condition, Jiang Ningan deduced: "At this rate, you'll cross the first Xuan Pass in no more than seven or eight days."

"The first Xuan Pass? What's that?" Fang Can asked.

Jiang Ningan, who now truly believed this boy was a martial prodigy, said: "The Transformation of Mortal Form has nine Xuan Passes. Each time you advance one level, the proportion of new blood in your body increases by ten percent."

"Until your mortal form is completely shed, you reach the peak of the Transformation of Mortal Form."

Seeing the 5.2% flesh transformation rate on his panel, Fang Can nodded in understanding.

That meant every 10% increase in transformation rate crossed one Xuan Pass—until reaching 100%, the peak of the Transformation of Mortal Form.

(End of Chapter)