Chapter 32: Re-Transmigration

'Good.' Fang Can nodded repeatedly, satisfied, holding a full 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 thrilling than arsenic.

Once my body becomes immune to arsenic, I can switch to ricin for further enhancement.

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 asked curiously, 'What exactly are these? I’ve seen you eat them every day, but you don’t look sick.'

'Precisely because I’m 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 have no effect on the elder, please don’t consume them.'

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

'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 I 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 look, Fang Can explained calmly:

'My parents became rich and spent every day traveling across the country. Aside from sending money monthly, they barely appeared once every two or three years. Whether I travel 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, resuming his training.

In the following days, to ensure he could bring everything with him during the transit, Fang Can never let the suitcase out of his sight.

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 marvel inwardly: no wonder the psychic is so formidable—his aura is truly unlike others’.

……

'Thump! Thump! Thump!'

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 drawn steel cables.

Blood and flesh transformation: 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 entertain the thought of comparison.

'In just two more days, this guy will be ready to attempt crossing the first Xuanguan.'

Thinking of this, Jiang Ningan advised, 'Fang Can, you’re about to cross the first Xuanguan. Before you break through, you’ll feel a distinct resistance. Once you sense it, rest for a few days, then strike all at once.'

'I understand,' Fang Can nodded lightly; he still valued the wisdom of predecessors.

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

In that instant, Fang Can grabbed the suitcase beside him, ready to take it with him, and vanished from where he stood.

Not just him—hundreds of locations across the New Nation 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’s voice continued reciting The Great Expansion Emperor’s Biography, still reading word by word, exactly as it had been seven days earlier when Fang Can first transited.

'Shhh!'

Instantly, Fang Can had already prepared his plan. He flicked his right finger, using powerful fingertip wind to extinguish the candle from across the table.

To Li Lao, an ordinary man, the room plunged into sudden darkness.

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

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

After waiting several seconds, Li Lao’s eyes still hadn’t adjusted. Fang Can, now dressed again in the Tiger Demon Gate uniform, lit the candle with a fire-starter.

Ignoring the brief interruption, 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’s line of sight, a modern suitcase lay quietly behind Fang Can’s chair.

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

The current 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 his schedule for tomorrow.

Now that Wu Gong is preliminarily mastered? All that hiding, all that 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 before nightfall. In Fang Can’s subjective time, their robbery was already ten full days ago—should I wait until the New Year to settle this?

(End of Chapter)