Chapter 320: Demon-Slaying Assembly

It's time to consider the second-transformation inheritance.

As Fang Can savored the simple tea and plain meal before him, he pondered.

Beside him, Ji XinYu couldn’t help asking: “Elder, have you already become a Master?”

At these words, passersby nearby all strained to listen.

Because it was simply too unbelievable—a Master around twenty years old?

“Yeah, I can fight a Master!”

Fang Can gave a slight nod, saying nothing about being only second-transformation—explaining would be too much trouble.

Lately, he had encountered one stroke of fortune after another.

First, his million-fold dual-cultivation power multiplied tenfold; then, within the secret realm, his dual-cultivation with Liu Qingmeng pushed him to the peak of first-transformation.

His physical strength had already been extremely close to fourth-transformation levels.

Now that his realm had broken through to second-transformation, with just two or three days of consolidation, he could reach the standard fourth-transformation level common among the martial states.

In this world, everyone’s power was suppressed; even if a peak fourth-transformation warrior came at him directly, he wouldn’t fear.

After all, everyone’s combat power was suppressed—so why shouldn’t Fang Can have a little edge?

And now, with this admission, an odd atmosphere spread among the crowd, as if witnessing the birth of a legend.

A fourth-transformation under twenty—could he possibly break through to the legendary Immortal-Spirit realm next?

In this world, a legend circulated: beyond the Master realm lay another realm, called the Immortal-Spirit Realm.

Once broken through, one could shatter the hundred-year lifespan limit and become a true immortal with five thousand years of longevity.

But such figures had vanished into the river of history; no one knew if they were real or not.

Soon, the Sea Wave Gang’s boss was quietly carried away by his subordinates, daring not to utter a word of revenge.

After all, the gap in strength was obvious—threatening him now would be suicide.

And soon, news of a newly risen teenage Master spread like wildfire, his deeds echoing through the small town.

But because Fang Can was hard to approach, none dared come directly to meet him, granting him several days of peace.

In the deep night, Fang Can gazed at the second-transformation inheritance formed from his inner light, naming it 【Absolute Contact】!

As the name implies, this ability allowed Fang Can to interact with all kinds of abilities.

Throughout his life, Fang Can had always been weak against supernatural or mystical inheritances.

Abilities like intangibility, ghosts, or elemental transformation—once activated, pure strength struggled to counter them.

No matter how strong one was, encountering such an inheritance drained nine-tenths of one’s power.

Thus, after reaching second-transformation, to maximize the effectiveness of his brute strength, Fang Can designed the inheritance 【Absolute Contact】.

As long as he saw it, he could touch it—even if the opponent became intangible or a ghost, his attacks would strike their true body directly.

He would forcibly drag all enemies into close combat, then crush them with his Forbidden Character Law’s monstrous muscles.

The instant the inheritance formed, Fang Can turned his gaze to a nearby candle flame and slowly extended his right hand to grasp it.

The candle flame emitted concentric rings of light; Fang Can squinted, altering his eye structure to create a visual effect similar to astigmatism.

Then, based on this optical illusion, his hands somehow pinched the outward-radiating light and lifted the entire oil lamp into the air.

Watching the lamp oil he now held, manipulated solely by altered vision, Fang Can’s eyes flickered with satisfaction.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, after resolving the inheritance issue, Fang Can closed his eyes to begin cultivation—but then stopped.

“Why should I cultivate so hard?” Fang Can pondered.

“If I train this hard, won’t it be too despairing for ordinary people? Isn’t that impolite?”

“Someone like me, naturally strong, should just enjoy life—why bother training so hard?”

With these thoughts, Fang Can shut his eyes, abandoned cultivation, and collapsed into a deep sleep.

Over the next two or three days, Fang Can wandered the small town; because his reputation had already spread, no one dared approach him.

His only “achievement” was…

In a dim room, Fang Can smirked, gazing at Yang Danhong, her eyes glazed over…

“Be careful, Master Yang—your disciples might hear.”

As Fang Can spoke, he pinched the woman’s throat with two fingers, silencing her.

Though hearing wouldn’t matter—over these days, he’d already sampled nearly every ripe fruit within the Rockwind Sect.

The truth was, when Fang Can had an appetite, ripe fruit was everywhere along the roadside.

But he wasn’t picky—he wouldn’t even bother speaking to those whose looks or figures didn’t meet his standard.

In these days, only three fruits caught his eye; even the sect’s leader was granted his attention only because she had trained for years and remained a virgin.

Moreover, Fang Can now had a cruel amusement: watching these women, unable to have him, secretly masturbating at night—it delighted him.

To beg for his favor, they were even willing to lick his feet—pathetic beyond words.

In short, these days Fang Can had fully unleashed himself, ignoring all worldly rules and others’ opinions—doing whatever he pleased!

As time slowly passed, news arrived.

“What did you say?” Fang Can sat lazily in a high-backed chair, his robe wide open, staring at Master Yang before him.

On her ample body hung a black collar, symbolizing submission; on her fair chin was a red character—Yin Shen’s mark.

Behind Fang Can, Ji XinYu diligently massaged his shoulders, offering no comment on her master’s demeanor.

“Elder Fang, the Six Sects have summoned all righteous cultivators above first-transformation to gather tonight for a meeting—likely attacking Cloud Peak tomorrow,” Master Yang said respectfully.

“So it’s finally starting? After all these days of bickering, something worth seeing at last.”

Fang Can yawned. “Then let’s go see what’s happening tonight.”

At dusk, the Demon-Slaying Assembly convened in a mansion at the town’s center.

Nearly the entire orthodox martial world of the Central Plains had come—hundreds of people, densely packed, nearly filling the mansion’s central lawn.

Fang Can, dressed in white satin brocade robes, sat on a stone bench; within three feet of him, only Master Yang and his attendants stood.

All eyes fixed on him, yet none dared approach or speak—only watching from afar.

Soon, eight men and women—Daoists or Buddhists, young or old, wielding swords or blades—entered together through the main gate.

Merely their movement drew every gaze in the hall.

For these eight were all Masters of the Six Sects—the main force behind the assault on the Demon Cult’s Cloud Peak.

Thus, the Demon-Slaying Assembly officially began.

(End of Chapter)