Chapter 292: Extortion of the Nations and Class Change

The Wan Mansion, as a third-transformation residence, was extravagantly luxurious.

But now, having offended Fang Can, every golden jade and every brick and tile was being slowly carried out by the Imperial Guard.

Throughout the entire process, Sun Bai Liao watched closely, observing as the Imperial Guard escorted away each Wan family servant and young master to ensure not a single item was left behind.

Since Fang Can said six tenths, it would be exactly six tenths—not a bit more, not a bit less.

Thus, the entire Wan family's assets had to be meticulously inventoried.

After all, the Dali Temple possessed specialized inherited methods to force the truth from lips; these people could hide nothing.

After half an hour, the entire Wan Mansion had been reduced to bare earth; in the Imperial Guard's professional confiscation, not a single extra item remained.

It was as if the birds, having eaten all the grain, flew into the forest, leaving only a vast, white, utterly clean expanse.

But these were merely the beginning; the Wan family had operated for centuries, with countless branch lines, countless shops, lands, mansions, servants, techniques, and ritual artifacts.

It could not possibly be inventoried in a single day.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the entire Great Chu was plunged into massive chaos.

Because they discovered not only had the Chu Emperor vanished, but three fourth-transformation cultivators had also lost contact.

After extensive searching, they found in the home of another missing third-transformation priest discarded clothing and white ash on the ornaments.

Compared to the Chu Emperor's death in the livestream, after being struck down by Liu Qingmeng, the method was nearly identical.

Within a single day, Great Chu had lost four fourth-transformation cultivators; the losses were so great they could be called unprecedented. Now, only two fourth-transformation cultivators remained publicly stationed in Chu.

But before they could react, they received a letter from Dayan demanding compensation for battle damages.

"Not even a son of a bitch—after killing the Chu Emperor, you're demanding we pay?"

A Chu court minister, brimming with rage, eyes blazing, crushed the compensation document in his fist.

"We will never agree! Even if we die, we will fight him to the death!" a general roared.

"Exactly! Whoever makes Great Chu bleed must pay!"

……

Watching the current state of the entire court, the messenger ventured cautiously:

"My lords, Master Fang Can, besides sending this letter, also instructed me to deliver a gift—he said that if you agree after seeing it, you may return the compensation and items unchanged."

"What is it?" a fourth-transformation white-robed Confucian in the court asked coldly.

The next moment his eyes widened; a flood of literary qi instantly engulfed the messenger's body.

The messenger slowly pulled from his satchel a black spherical object the size of a human head, his voice trembling: "About two kilograms of antimatter weapon."

Antimatter weapon???

At these words, the Chu court ministers instantly retreated several meters like startled birds.

Thanks to Baixiaosheng's inventory livestream, who didn't know the name of antimatter weapons?

These were weapons capable of killing even fourth-transformation cultivators; with sufficient quantity, destroying cities and nations was no challenge.

"My Master Fang said that Senior Ji has already planted antimatter bombs in over a dozen Chu cities, and one has been placed in the capital."

The messenger's voice carried fear, yet he repeated it exactly:

"He said a one-kilogram antimatter device can be manufactured at ten thousand per month—if you refuse compensation, try it."

Listening to the messenger's words, the room was filled with overwhelming shame.

A single one-kilogram antimatter bomb could easily destroy a city, yet the other side could supply them almost without limit.

For fourth-transformation cultivators, it was manageable—unless trapped in a place like Guiyun Peak, surrounded by antimatter, where even a zero-distance explosion offered a chance of survival.

But this weapon could be mass-produced, and combined with Ji Donglai's teleportation, no gathering place could escape its strike.

After all, human technology weapons were never designed to target individual super beings.

They were designed to destroy large groups of their own kind in the most massive and efficient way possible.

In an instant, under the threat of real death, the once indignant ministers suppressed their curses and said:

"Fine, what do Fang Can and his people want?"

"Three fourth-transformation ritual artifacts, twenty third-transformation ritual artifacts, fifty second-transformation ritual artifacts, two hundred first-transformation ritual artifacts, plus twenty cultivation manuals up to fourth-transformation…" The messenger himself spoke nervously, fearing he'd be cut down.

"What! Why don't you just rob us outright?!"

"Why not just give you the entire Great Chu?"

……

At this moment, not only Great Chu but many other powers—including Chi State—had received Fang Can's compensation list.

Uninterested in the outside squabbling, Fang Can returned alone to the Fang Mansion, but it was no longer the bustling place of a few days ago—it had become utterly desolate.

Ye Yonglie, Ye Qingshi, and the concubines had all left long ago.

To prevent any collateral damage or those stupid novel tropes where someone threatened his loved ones, Fang Can had sent them away early.

Now, standing alone before the spotless yet deserted Fang Mansion, Fang Can pushed open the door—and unexpectedly saw a young girl smiling and waving at him.

"Senior, long time no see!" Feng Qiaoyan beamed, rising from her chair to greet him: "I've been waiting here a long time—congratulations on your victorious return."

"You've already reached… Xuanguan Ninth Level?"

Fang Can looked at the girl's realm in surprise; no wonder she was a game player—her leveling speed was insane.

"Yes." Feng Qiaoyan grinned mischievously: "I'm just waiting for you to give me my class change—I'll become a first-transformation cultivator."

"Class change? So you want to receive my… inheritance and abilities?"

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Fang Can's face; the Forbidden Character Technique was one thing, but the AT Field… he really couldn't bring himself to reveal that.

"Yes. In reality I've already reached Xuanguan Ninth Level—I've been stuck here a long time. Please, Senior." Feng Qiaoyan clasped her hands together in supplication.

"How… do I do it?"

"Just pour your cultivation insights into my body through your mind-image—I can change my class then." Feng Qiaoyan said eagerly.

"Alright…"

Fang Can had no reason to refuse; after all, the girl was indeed learning his technique, so he stepped toward the room and said, "Follow me inside; I will perform your class transfer for you."

Walking behind the youth, the impatient girl entered the room and immediately sat cross-legged on the floor, asking, "Do I need to do it like in the novels... does this mean I have to strip naked?"

"No need; it is merely a transmission of the heart-image," Fang Can said. As he spoke, a force field already enveloped the girl, and he immediately felt a suction force emanating from her.

Following that, Feng Qiaoyan saw the content pop up on her game log.

【Class Transfer Inheritance Acquired... Analyzing... Current Analysis Progress 1%...】

(End of Chapter)