Chapter 302: Hearing Liu Qingmeng Sneaks into Bed; the Six-Turn Mystical Realm About to Open

Robbery Jianshan, a small lakeside dwelling.

A youth wearing a white mask with thunder patterns held a longsword, slashing continuously across the lake's surface.

The longsword in his hand was like a purple barrier, each swing letting out a wail like ghosts weeping and gods howling.

The water beneath his feet, which had been perfectly still, exploded into ten thousand sprays the instant he stomped down.

In almost the blink of an eye, the youth split into countless afterimages; relying purely on sword swings, he made the slender sword-tip form a shield that the spray could not penetrate, blocking every drop of water that flew at him.

Crack—

Following a faint, brittle shattering sound, a reef several hundred meters away was carved into fine powder in an instant, as if sliced by a thousand blades.

Only then did Fang Can sheathe the sword at his waist, using a force field to smooth the surrounding lake surface, as if nothing had ever happened.

This was already his third day at Robbery Jianshan; during this period he had kept a low profile, wearing a mask the whole time, not interacting with outsiders.

But after only a few steps, Fang Can felt a pressure from his waist.

"I know, I'll give you what I promised."

According to the agreement with the Ziling soft sword, after every use he had to pour an equivalent duration of at-force field into her.

Fang Can spoke through his heart, estimating roughly ten minutes' worth of at-force field flow to inject into the Ziling sword, and Ziling immediately responded with a satisfied emotion.

'Never thought, these days even swords get stressed out.'

Fang Can shook his head, slightly speechless, and beckoned to the young girl who had somehow come to sit in a corner of the dwelling:

"Not listening to Senior Liu's instructions again, sneaking out to play. Be careful or Senior will get angry."

The young girl was naturally Jiang Ningan, the one Hearing Liu Qingmeng had said was preparing to break through.

On only the second day after Fang Can entered the mountain, the news reached her ears, and she immediately secretly cut short her cultivation to come for a private meeting with her lover.

The young girl in a white dress looked at the youth with stars in her eyes, a bright, beautiful face lifting into a smile:

"I'm still young now. Master said before that I have to lay a solid foundation; breaking through can't be rushed. When I broke through to the Heaven-Treading Path before, I was too aggressive, and that's why my foundation was damaged."

"Besides, cultivating at night has been more effective lately, so isn't it perfect to rest up during the day?"

Watching the young girl, who could always find an excuse for being lazy, Fang Can couldn't help but show a faint smile. Without exposing her, he said: "Sparring with each other like yesterday?"

"No, today let's do something else." Jiang Ningan's eyes shimmered as she said: "Last time during the livestream you won the four-turn through chess. How about you teach me to play chess?"

To the young girl's request, Fang Can naturally had no objection; with practiced ease he took her soft, delicate little hand and walked toward the dwelling.

When the two held hands, envious gasps of breath rang through the surrounding mountain forest.

Those were the female disciples of Robbery Jianshan who had been restless these past few days.

The two were naturally aware of the surrounding gazes, but neither showed it, not caring in the slightest.

Only the two did not notice that not only the disciples, but at this very moment Hearing Liu Qingmeng herself was secretly watching from the shadows.

When she saw Fang Can and Jiang Ningan holding hands, she almost instinctively was about to appear and order her disciple back.

But the thought had barely risen when she forcibly suppressed it, and her figure quietly vanished into the bamboo grove.

Late at night, a breeze blew and swayed, rustling through the bamboo grove with a soft shushing sound.

A streak of dark lightning quietly slipped into the dwelling where Fang Can rested, then transformed into a human form, gazing coldly at the youth before her.

At this moment the white mask had already been removed from the youth's face, and the Ziling at his waist had been set aside.

As he had expected, tonight Fang Can was still diligently cultivating within his sea of consciousness.

And based on the memories transmitted back by Little Liu, during this period Fang Can was completely unaware, and would not be startled awake no matter what.

A Fang Can with no consciousness, at anyone's mercy, free to be humiliated, lay right before her.

Just so coldly watching the youth with even breathing, a dim expression swirled in Hearing Liu Qingmeng's eyes, and she gently lifted the youth's right arm.

This morning, this was the spot Jiang Ningan had held.

"Main body, main body, stop spacing out, hurry and give me control, just let me touch him a little is fine."

In Hearing Liu Qingmeng's mind, the Delusion was so excited she was nearly passing out, ceaselessly urging her on.

"Shut up. From now on remember you're not to cross the line." Hearing Liu Qingmeng said coldly in her mind, then handed over active control of her consciousness, watching her own body move with detached indifference from a third-person perspective.

Almost the instant the Delusion took control, a corner of the quilt was flipped open, and the Delusion quietly slipped into the bed.

Feeling herself wrapped in Fang Can's warm aura, the Delusion let out a satisfied sigh, then lay sprawled across the youth's chest.

'So this is what having a body feels like?'

Hearing Liu Qingmeng had only handed over control, so she had not lost her five senses; she felt every move the Delusion made with her body, and the warmth of the bed.

Although Little Liu had done the same thing before, and had transmitted the memories back without holding anything back.

But experiencing it firsthand now was an entirely different state of mind.

Watching the youth's fingers interlock with hers, feeling the delicacy and softness, the next moment a voice rang out in her mind: "We agreed you wouldn't cross the line!"

The Delusion felt her body stiffen; the lips that were about to touch suddenly became impossibly distant.

"But… Little Liu already kissed him. Tomorrow Jiang Ningan might kiss him too, right?"

The Delusion's aggrieved voice entered Hearing Liu Qingmeng's mind: "Little Liu I can let go, but am I really not even as good as that child Jiang Ningan?"

"You…" Hearing Liu Qingmeng hesitated.

Right, she couldn't possibly be beneath even Jiang Ningan, could she?

"Aren't you cultivating the Emotionless Dao? Aren't you going to transcend me? Just consider it letting Fang Can have a bite; what are you being so particular about?"

"If you want to transcend me it's simple. I only have this one obsession of being close to Fang Can. Let me cling to him a few more days and I'll naturally disperse."

"Aren't you trying to reach the five-turn? If the Delusion isn't removed, the two minds will fight. What will you use to break through? Cutting off the obsession sooner is the proper path."

"And it's not just for yourself either. You also shoulder the heavy responsibility of improving Jiang Ningan's cultivation aptitude. After you and Fang Can go to the mystical realm, Robbery Jianshan will naturally need a four-turn to shoulder the burden."

"Publicly and privately, Fang Can's lips must be kissed, whether kissed or not."

"Hmph, sophistry." Hearing Liu Qingmeng said coldly, sighing inwardly at the tangled fate.

The next moment the Delusion felt her body relax, and immediately threw herself forward in wild joy.

The story splits into two threads—on Jiang Ningan's side, things were going splendidly.

Thanks to her master's efforts, Jiang Ningan found that her nighttime cultivation efficiency had shot up at once.

'This technique has lately been acting more and more in tune with my wishes.'

Ningan said contentedly in her heart: 'It knows that during the day I'm playing with Fang Can, so it doesn't come out to disturb me, and waits until night is deep and still to boost my cultivation efficiency.'

'Master said it would take three to five years, but at this rate, as long as I put in some effort, I can reach the Fourth Rotation in less than a month.'

The young girl at this moment did not yet know that behind every gift of fate lies a price to be paid.

Jiang Ningan only needed to cultivate, but what her master paid was far more.

And so the next several days slipped by in a flash—Jiang Ningan had not yet greened up to the Fourth Rotation, but the Sixth Rotation mystical realm opened first.

(End of chapter)