Chapter 337: Universal Ascension

At the peak of the Holy Fire Sect, the righteous and demonic factions stood sharply divided.

Though they no longer fought each other for various reasons, the longstanding grudges of the martial world could not be easily mended.

Around the peak, the imperial guards had all been reduced to skeletons; after Fang Can’s blood cultivation massacre, their corpses formed a mountain of flesh and sea of blood.

Even Xu Xiao and the two imperial patrons, both fourth-transformation cultivators, were besieged by the furious righteous and demonic factions.

After being killed, not even their bones were left—they were torn apart outright.

After all, she had destroyed entire sects, slaughtering every member of the Six Great Sects; such an end was no injustice.

After dealing with the military, the various righteous sects sat dazed upon the mountain gate.

They had come to punish the demonic sect, but after all that bloodshed, many had died—and yet the mission remained unfulfilled.

Aside from the Six Great Sects and Twelve Clans, most other sects were scattered across the entire nation.

Even if the imperial guards were formidable, they could not be wiped out in such a short time; thus, their sects remained temporarily safe.

Yet those who understood the situation did not leave, for they knew the nation’s entire future might now be reshaped by Fang Can.

To depart hastily now would mean being left behind by the tide of change—if a single grain of sand from that tide crushed them, it would be disastrous.

Thus, the righteous heroes all remained on the mountain in silent agreement, ignoring the Holy Fire Sect’s sarcastic taunts urging them to leave.

Xuan Xu sat cross-legged on the ground in monastic robes, his eyes weary, as if aged over a decade in an instant.

After all, Shaolin was one of the Six Great Sects; now, thousands of nuns within the temple were likely all dead.

“Do you think Fang… the Young Master can truly exterminate those damned Liyang scum before nightfall?” muttered Du Yu, grinding his teeth.

“The capital is at least two thousand li from here; even with our speed, accounting for mental phase depletion, a full-speed dash would take more than half a day.”

Song Yuanqiao shook her head as she spoke: “But Fang Immortal’s divine martial power is beyond our comprehension.”

“We saw his battle with Dongfang Wuji—his control over clouds spanning dozens of li, erasing the imperial house in the blink of an eye.”

Similar murmurs echoed across the peak; as they spoke and healed their wounds, a rainbow of light appeared, and Fang Can’s figure silently arrived at the summit.

“Welcome back, Lord, in triumph!” Yang Xiao knelt immediately in salute.

At Yang Xiao’s words, all present noticed Fang Can’s return; the demonic faction knelt on one knee in reverence, while the righteous faction rose swiftly from their seated positions and bowed with clasped fists.

As they bowed, calculating the time of his departure and return—less than an hour—the crowd was filled with stunned disbelief.

“No matter. Rise, all of you,” Fang Can said coolly, then directly compressed and transmitted the entire sequence of events into the minds of the martial artists via his mental phase.

Instantly, everyone felt a faint numbness in their minds, followed by a flood of memories and images rising within—depicting Fang Can’s actions in the capital.

“This… what technique is this?” Song Yuanqiao marveled at the images flooding her mind.

Even these Sky-Path cultivators, on this planet, could only achieve whispering through the void.

The mental phase signal was too weak; it would be distorted and interfered with by sixth-transformation restrictions. Even Fang Can had to beam his thoughts directly into their minds via satellites beyond the heavens.

For those who had never explored the mental phase’s potential, such direct implantation of memory and knowledge was far beyond their understanding.

But then, cries of astonishment erupted from the crowd.

For within the transmitted memories, they saw how Fang Can had leveled the entire imperial palace and linked every citizen’s minds across the capital.

This mutual mental connection seemed to them no different from divine magic.

Instantly, several demonic sect masters bowed with clasped fists: “Thank you, Lord, for fulfilling the Holy Fire Sect’s mission—exterminating the imperial house.”

Yang Xiao respectfully presented a scroll, its cover inscribed in modern script with the words “Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi”—clearly, he had been utterly convinced.

Fang Can picked up the manual with a calm expression, then turned to Xuan Xu and the others: “Why are you still lingering here?”

“...” Xuan Xu and the others exchanged glances, hesitated, then declared decisively:

“Young Master, you have saved us all from ruin. Now we have no home left; your grace is boundless, and we offer ourselves entirely to your service.”

“Oh?” Fang Can regarded them with mild surprise: “Is this your own will?”

“We righteous sects have already discussed it privately. Since you will rule the entire nation, all under heaven belongs to the sovereign—we must obey the sovereign,” Song Yuanqiao declared firmly.

After all, Fang Can’s demonic aura was terrifying—he didn’t seem like a good man.

If they left now, and Fang Can decided they were too unruly and crushed the martial world underfoot, no second immortal would come to stop him.

And any who had reached Sky-Path or beyond had some spark of Dao-seeking within them.

They were genuinely curious how he had become so powerful so young—some even entertained thoughts of becoming his disciples.

He silently glanced at the demonic faction, then at the righteous.

Fang Can suddenly realized he had effortlessly unified both righteous and demonic factions, becoming the nominal martial world’s supreme leader.

“Very well…” Fang Can smiled carefree, then turned to the entire assembly: “Then I have one task for you.”

“We obey your command, Lord (Sovereign)!” the righteous and demonic factions chorused.

“Excellent. I want every woman among you who has reached first-transformation to join my Black Beasts Legion. Within the next twenty-nine days, gather every beautiful woman in the world and deliver them to me.”

Fang Can issued his first order, causing every face to twitch.

It was exactly as they’d feared—this future sovereign’s desires had reached a terrifying scale.

“May I ask, Sovereign, what defines a beauty? What criteria must be met?” a third-transformation cultivator asked immediately.

“Simple.”

Fang Can directly implanted his beauty standards into the minds of these Sky-Path women.

He objectified women purely—measuring bust, hips, legs, facial structure, skin smoothness, personality, and skin tone—all based on one principle: beauty, with zero regard for Western political correctness, judged solely by his second brother’s verdict.

Thus, the crowd now clearly understood Fang Can’s tastes.

As long as she was beautiful—whether girl or mature woman, petite or voluptuous—it was all the same: he’d take her.

As this torrent of information flooded in, many female martial artists realized they themselves met Fang Can’s criteria—and still retained their virginity.

A strange silence spread across the peak.

After years of martial training and mental phase maintenance, their bodies remained nearly perfect; it was only natural that many among them were beautiful.

“I’ll go…” a second-transformation female swordsman stepped forward eagerly: “I am willing to serve Young Master Fang.”

“Count me in—I also meet the Young Master’s standards,” said another woman, blushing as she stepped out of the crowd, realizing she too fit his criteria.

“Me too!”

“I’m first!”

…

In this crowd alone, over thirty martial artists met both the virgin and beauty criteria—remarkably high yield.

If this weren’t a female-dominant world where female chastity was overvalued, at least three to five hundred of the ten thousand present would have qualified.

Moreover, it was hard to say whether serving Fang Can was truly a bad thing for them.

“No rush. Everyone will have their turn—I will satisfy you all.”

Watching the eager women lining up, Fang Can waved his hand, signaling them not to be so hasty.

His at-field now ensured every eligible woman would be satisfied, every one of them thoroughly pleased.

As for why he needed so many servants? Obviously, it was his world-shattering wisdom—could he really suppress himself?

“Lord, twenty-nine days is far too tight—even without your divine power, we couldn’t possibly cover the entire realm.”

Yang Xiao hesitated to speak—not because he didn’t want to, but because the deadline was impossibly short.

“I forgot to tell you—I am not of this world. After twenty-nine days, I will depart and may never return.”

Fang Can revealed his true state outright; the crowd’s emotions surged instantly.

If before they had genuinely wished to serve Fang Can, now each harbored private calculations.

An immortal who would exist for less than a month—no matter how mighty his powers, no matter how vast the territory he conquered, it would all collapse in an instant after he left.

All Fang Can’s efforts now were merely paving the way for another ruler’s throne.

After Fang Can departed, with no new leader to fill the void, the dynasty would shatter—and a new sovereign might be chosen from among them.

Fang Can merely smiled faintly, dismissing their thoughts entirely.

They dared not act while he was present; what could they possibly stir up after he left? Besides, the next thirty days would be long enough.

Thinking of this, Fang Can turned to the martial artists and ordered: “I need your strength. Within the next month, completely transform this new nation.”

“Are you ready to liberate the true power of martial artists—and convert it into productive force?” Fang Can grinned wickedly.

The true power of martial artists?

The entire assembly fell silent, unsure of his intent—but their hearts pounded, sensing that the world itself might change in the next few words from this youth.

“We obey your command, Lord (Sovereign)!” The chorus rose like thunder and tidal waves.

“Good.”

Fang Can’s spirit blazed; his at-field solidified into tangible force, rolling invisibly from his body to envelop every Sky-Path cultivator.

“Today, I shall elevate you all to the heavens!”

(End of Chapter)