[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy":3,"chapter-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-318":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","This High Martial World Is Too Crazy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2301206,4500,"Chapter 318: Fang Can","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-318",318,"\u003Cp>Late at night, Fang Can sat cross-legged on a soft couch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his emotions were slowly drained away, he became like a wooden doll, unaware and unfeeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the arrogance pearl coalesce within his body in the span of just one incense stick, Fang Can felt this was far from enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more you invest now, the stronger you will become later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, within Fang Can’s mind sea, the golden chain writhed wildly like a spirit serpent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since his first transformation, these past three months, he had recorded daily without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even while in the ice chamber with Liu Qingmeng, he never stopped writing, documenting every single detail that stirred emotion between them—the unlocked postures and actions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One could say this golden chain, woven from his diary, was the sum total of Fang Can’s emotions over these past three months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ying Han had once said this diary restricted his cultivation—her words were entirely correct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To suppress his growing evil thoughts, only one-tenth of his strength went into his body; the rest was stored within this golden chain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This chain contained all of Fang Can’s evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once it unravels!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the moment Fang Can succumbs to dark thoughts, his power will instantly surge more than tenfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Fang Can did not choose this path—he chose instead to completely sacrifice this golden chain!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most basic arrogance pearl requires a century’s worth of thoughts to form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can’s power exceeds the peak of the third transformation; his thoughts are dozens of times more vigorous than an ordinary person’s—just one incense stick’s worth equals a century’s cultivation of the first transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The emotional power within this golden chain equals nine times the sum of Fang Can’s emotions over these past three months!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, the golden chain within Fang Can’s mind sea shattered completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the swirling golden dust, a black flame emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the flames transformed into pure emotional light, and a vast torrent of emotional energy coalesced within Fang Can’s mind sea into a single black Buddha bead bearing nine markings—named Arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the Buddha bead formed, it instantly dissolved, merging into Fang Can’s limbs and bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he realized it, the bead was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What is going on?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can instantly opened his eyes, glanced around, found nothing unusual, yet felt an extraordinary lightness—as if a thousand jin of weight had been lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, that was exactly the case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the golden chain’s restraint, his restless mind now moved freely at will—of course he felt light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the coming days, the effects of Arrogance would subtly manifest within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And no longer suppressed negative emotions would make him more like a person with seven emotions and six desires… a countryman?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Who cares!’ Fang Can waved his hand dismissively, his eyes indifferent:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s just an eighth-transformation technique. Can I even die?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that thought, he calmly sat back down, closed his eyes, and entered meditation and breath regulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately noticed: without the golden chain’s suppression, his cultivation efficiency was ten times—or even nine times—greater than before, incomparable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This discovery naturally gave Fang Can renewed motivation; he spent the entire night immersed in mind-sea breath regulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night passed; dawn broke bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can returned from his mind sea, stood up, and stretched lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap-tap-tap—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a knock at the door, Ji XinYu’s respectful voice came from outside: ‘Elder, the kitchen has prepared breakfast. Will you join us?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Yes, I’ll be there in a moment,’ Fang Can said casually, reaching for the wooden mask beside him to cover his face—but then his brow furrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why should I wear a mask? Why must I wear a mask?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘My face is perfect—every muscle, bone, feature, and skin is the pinnacle of humanity, as if heaven itself crafted me from the ideal human template.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can pondered: ‘Those who see my face and love me are only doing what’s natural. Why should I hide my face like some rat afraid to be seen?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Those who see my godlike visage should be the ones feeling inferior!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Of course! What the hell am I even afraid of? Afraid too many people will love me?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What’s wrong with having many who love me? Loving me doesn’t mean they can fuck me.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It’s others who should be afraid! What do I have to fear?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Fuck it—I’m not wearing it!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that thought, Fang Can grabbed the mask and stowed it away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran his fingers through his silver hair, deliberately styling it into a sunlit look, then stepped outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creak—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the door opened, Fang Can frowned at the girl standing there: ‘What are you doing here? Go eat breakfast.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji XinYu said nothing, only stared blankly at Fang Can’s face for one or two seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since yesterday, when Fang Can began wearing the mask, he’d shown his face to no one—she had sighed, mourning the loss of such unparalleled beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, seeing the boy’s hair fluttering in the wind, shimmering like light, the girl froze, breath caught—she assumed he’d forgotten the mask and instinctively reminded him: ‘Elder, you haven’t put on your mask.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Why bother wearing it?’ Fang Can dismissed her, placing his hand on her shoulder and pushing her toward the dining hall:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Come on, hurry up and eat. You’re so slow-witted.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘The Elder just touched me…’ Ji XinYu’s heart pounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this matriarchal world, where gender boundaries were extreme, a man deliberately touching a woman was an implicit declaration of interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can’s action unconsciously led the girl to misinterpret: ‘Could it be… the Elder likes me too?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer was… indifference!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old Fang Can, sensitive and cautious, would instinctively recoil from physical contact with the opposite sex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feared his blunt actions might cause the other to overthink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone developed improper feelings because of him, it would unfairly affect their entire life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, he didn’t care at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let them overthink—what do I care? Do whatever I want!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he walked shoulder to shoulder with Ji XinYu toward the dining hall, and just then, met Yang Danhong stepping out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Good morning, Master Yang,’ Fang Can said casually, waving at the beautiful woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tone of his voice and his hair color instantly revealed his identity to Yang Danhong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Fang… Fang Elder, you’ve grown so breathtakingly beautiful—your beauty makes the moon hide and fish sink.’ Yang Danhong instinctively turned her eyes away, unable to meet his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had previously assumed Fang Can wore the mask because of some facial flaw; now, seeing him, she realized her assumptions were utterly wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Yes—if he hadn’t worn the mask, his entrance into the city might have caused more than just chaos,’ Yang Danhong thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’d prefer you call me majestic and dashing. Your compliments are too feminine,’ Fang Can said matter-of-factly: ‘Master Yang, pay attention to your wording next time.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Ji, stop daydreaming—go eat!’ He pulled Ji XinYu’s shoulder close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the girl’s body stiffen beside him, he smirked with the satisfaction of a prank well played.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao ChuNai was so easy to tease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1179,"2026-06-20T07:05:47.052Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6df4f589372d3d33f410d042844ba28d0cc31a0bbc7838932c5e245ff305daa2","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-319","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-317",368,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-cover.jpg"]