Chapter 32: Again Crossed Over

'Good.' Fang Can nodded repeatedly, satisfied, holding a whole bag of arsenic in his hand.

The rest of this should be enough to last until my body becomes completely immune.

And the toxins in the suitcase aren't just arsenic—there's also ricin, a poison lethal at just 0.007 grams; smoking that is far more exhilarating than arsenic.

Once my body becomes immune to arsenic, I can switch to ricin to keep improving.

On the stairs, Jiang Ningan came down wearing Fang Can's clothes, since there were no women's garments at home.

Seeing Fang Can holding a bag of pills, she curiously asked: 'What exactly are these? I've seen you eat them every day, but you don't look sick.'

'Precisely because my body is too strong do I need to take them,' Fang Can smiled and explained. 'These are all deadly poisons.'

'If you don't want to say, fine,' Jiang Ningan crossed her arms, unconvinced by his evasiveness.

She guessed they were something like sugar pills, but even so, swallowing ten or more a day—that's an obsession.

'If the elder doesn't believe me, then forget it,' Fang Can shrugged indifferently and closed the suitcase again.

'Though these things should be useless to you, elder, please don't take them.'

'Who wants to eat your sugar pills?' Jiang Ningan retorted, then asked: 'You said earlier we might go back—three days have passed, and there's still no sign at all.'

'Elder, don't rush. When I was there before, I waited seven days. Just wait patiently.'

Fang Can smiled, gazing at her delicate face: 'And even if we can't return, you're welcome to stay here with me—no rent, just rest easy.'

Feeling Fang Can's gaze, Jiang Ningan turned her face away uncomfortably, unaccustomed to such close attention from the opposite sex.

She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest and scolded: 'Is this just about where to live? If I'm trapped here forever, what about my teachers and family?'

'Didn't you care about your family when you first disappeared?' Jiang Ningan asked.

'No.' Fang Can answered immediately.

Seeing Jiang Ningan's stunned gaze, Fang Can explained calmly:

'Those two became rich and now travel all over the country. Aside from sending money monthly, they don't show up once every two or three years. Whether I'm transported or not, I never see them—what's there to care about?'

Unwilling to mention his two unreliable, neglectful parents, Fang Can sneered and stopped talking. He pulled out another arsenic pill and swallowed it, then resumed training.

In the following days, Fang Can kept the suitcase with him at all times to ensure he could bring everything when he crossed over.

As his physical conditioning improved, his body strengthened almost daily.

Though his physique didn't change, it was as if a T. rex had been stuffed into a narrow human skin, ready to tear through flesh at any moment.

Beyond physical changes, Fang Can's mental image also grew steadily with his flesh and blood.

The guards outside the house occasionally felt terrifying pressure radiating from within, making them shudder.

After experiencing it repeatedly, they could only sigh inwardly: no wonder the psychic is my lord—his aura is truly different.

……

'Bing! Bing! Bing!'

Four days later, inside the villa, Fang Can stared at his right fist, slowly clenching it. As his muscles tensed, the tendons inside his body tightened like steel cables.

Blood and flesh metamorphosis: 8.9%

'That guy,' Jiang Ningan, whose injuries had recovered about seventy percent, watched from afar, her emotions churning.

Having watched Fang Can's progress step by step these past days, she knew better than anyone how terrifying his talent was—making even a genius like her unable to even consider competing.

'In just two more days, this guy can attempt to cross the first mysterious gate.'

Thinking of this, Jiang Ningan advised: 'Fang Can, you're about to cross the first mysterious gate. Before you break through, you'll feel a distinct resistance. Once you sense it, rest for several days, then surge forward all at once.'

'I understand,' Fang Can nodded lightly, for past experience was still worth referencing.

'Elder, next—' Fang Can was about to say more when he suddenly saw everything around him twist, as if the entire world were collapsing.

Almost the instant this thought arose, Fang Can grabbed the suitcase beside him, ready to take it, and vanished from the spot.

Not just him—hundreds of locations across the New Nation's territory erupted violently with spatial energy tides.

At least hundreds of people were swept into the spatial chaos, including Jiang Ningan, who had longed to return.

'Click!'

When Fang Can regained his senses, the surroundings had changed. In a dim library, a single candle burned slowly, illuminating a small space.

Before Fang Can, Li Lao in the library continued reciting The Great Expansion Emperor's Biography, still speaking word by word, slowly and steadily—everything identical to the environment Fang Can had crossed into seven days ago.

'Shhh!'

Instantly, Fang Can, who had already prepared a plan in his mind, flicked his right finger. With powerful fingertip wind, he extinguished the candle on the desk from afar.

To Li Lao, an ordinary man, the world suddenly plunged into total darkness.

'What happened? Why did the oil lamp go out?' He muttered, disoriented by the sudden darkness.

'Li Lao, maybe a draft from outside blew it out,' came Fang Can's calm voice from the darkness.

After waiting several seconds, Li Lao's eyes still hadn't adjusted to the dark—by then, Fang Can, now dressed again in the Tiger Demon Gate uniform, had already relit the candle with a fire starter.

Ignoring the minor incident, Li Lao resumed reading, unaware of Fang Can's inner delight.

'The time flows in both worlds are indeed paused relative to each other.'

Behind Li Lao, out of his line of sight, a modern suitcase lay peacefully behind Fang Can's chair.

Now that he understood the time differential between the two worlds, Fang Can relaxed completely.

Because this situation was nearly perfect—he wouldn't face expulsion from the Tiger Demon Gate upon returning.

'If so, then I can finally make proper arrangements,' Fang Can narrowed his eyes, listening to Li Lao's recitation, already planning tomorrow's itinerary.

Since Wu Gong is now preliminarily mastered? All this hiding, all this suppression—nonsense.

Tomorrow, I'll go straight to the training hall and break the legs of those senior brothers who dared rob me.

A gentleman seeks revenge without delay—in my subjective time, their robbery was nearly ten days ago. If I don't repay them now, am I supposed to wait until New Year's?

(End of Chapter)