Chapter 342: Fang Can, You Low-Down

"You! Will serve as the future Minister of Finance of the Empire!"

"You! Will be the future capital of the Empire!"

"You speak well, you do have some skill with your mouth, then you'll serve as the future Chief Justice of the Court of Judicial Review."

……

Within the Crystal Palace, Fang Can lingered among them, the Grand Prime Minister of the Empire, casually bestowing official posts as he went.

While exerting himself vigorously.

He also deeply implanted the underlying logic of loyalty to the Empire into these people's brains.

With countless experiences behind him, Fang Can was certain.

These people, educated by his dick, would, even after he was gone, devoutly succeed in establishing this female-dominant world's Service Empire for him.

This is Fang Can's world-shaking wisdom!

There's nothing a single dick can't solve; if there is, then two!

At the very least, the founding generation of the entire Service Empire could guarantee the absolute purity of faith.

As for the problems after that, leave them to the wisdom of later generations—see if they prove worthy.

This Service Empire itself was something he had built to fulfill the deal he had promised Dongfang Wuji.

If he were to seriously strive to perpetuate the Empire's Jiangshan for ten thousand years, wouldn't that make him a beggar on his knees?

And during these few days, the entire governing body that would rule the Empire for the next century was ruled by the stick for a few days, swearing oaths to serve the Empire.

Time slipped away as new people continuously entered the Crystal Palace to receive indoctrination.

After half a month, having thoroughly subdued the Empire's core with carrot and stick, Fang Can lay lazily on the roof of the Crystal Palace.

A thin white velvet garment draped over his body, a crystal glass in his hand, half-filled with iced sour plum juice, which he idly swirled.

After his many days of arduous and meritorious effort, not to mention how much nectar and jade dew these future cornerstones of the Empire had consumed.

In any case, the final result was that among the high officials of the entire estate, thirty percent had been poured into him up to the first-turn of the Ascension realm.

At this moment, on his unobstructed waist and abdomen, the three "Zheng" characters of the y-God Mantra were now engraved in a "pin" formation.

That pin-shaped arrangement was crystalline and translucent, glowing a golden yellow—the effect of reaching the third stage.

【y-God Mantra】: (21083/100000)

When used, strength triples, lasting four days!

In other words, when Fang Can now uses it, his strength can increase to the original 2*2*2 power, that is, eight times his strength.

His gaze idly watched the setting sun rise little by little from the horizon, and a vague realization welled up in his heart.

The next instant, without any warning, an invisible change rose within his heart—he had already forgotten what arrogance was.

And behind him, something no one could see.

An invisible, formless spiritual phantom stood guard behind his back like a cold sentinel.

Having severed arrogance, Fang Can's expression was now perfectly clear, undisturbed by any superfluous emotion.

And at his waist, the Purple Diamond Sword was emitting a faint purple glow.

Ever since he had used the Dragon-Phoenix Union Pendant on this paired sword that day, the sword had unexpectedly become increasingly clingy.

Simply put, during his days in the Crystal Palace, he could faintly sense the Purple Diamond constantly radiating resentment toward him.

'Can only look, can't eat.'

Fang Can lightly reached out and tapped the blade of the Purple Diamond, feeling the distinct aura of grievance within, and couldn't help but chuckle.

He gently clenched his fist; with the complete passage of the first sin, Arrogance, he could feel the mountain-calling, sea-roaring power within his body.

Although he had only recently reached the second turn, the century of accumulation from using the Dragon-Phoenix Union Pendant was already sufficient for the second turn's foundation.

Coupled with the complete passage of the Sin of Arrogance, his entire body's strength surged once again.

A breakthrough in realm itself only required sufficient accumulation to pass.

In theory, as long as the accumulation was enough, one could even break through nine turns at once.

With Fang Can's current strength at half-step fifth turn, pushing through to third or fourth turn in one go wouldn't be too great a problem.

But besides an unstable foundation leading to an unclear increase in strength after breakthrough.

It was also more likely to trigger a frenzied backlash of emotions, facing the trials of multiple sins at once, so it was still better to proceed step by step.

He closed his eyes and focused, able to faintly sense the Sin of Wrath slowly condensing within him.

Once the Sin of Wrath finished condensing, he would once again enter a state where he could not control his emotions.

'At this rate, no more than two months at most, and the Sin of Wrath will fully condense,' Fang Can silently estimated in his heart, wondering what form it would take when the time came.

Just as he was thinking of taking a sip of sour plum juice, the substitute in the void had already grabbed the glass from his hand and brought it to his lips.

Slightly startled, Fang Can then parted his lips and, with the substitute's help, gently sipped the cold sour plum juice.

His Mind-Image scanned the entire estate, looking at the Empire's pillars of state, one by one fallen into deep slumber.

The smooth sour plum juice slid down his throat, and he contentedly engaged in self-criticism:

"Fang Can, you low-down cock machine!"

……

And just as Fang Can was lost in self-reflection, high above the entire planet.

The fourth-turn cultivators, who had already conquered the entire Empire, were now rapidly building the planet.

They tirelessly took the materials collected from the planet, processed them, and transported them to every corner of the world.

The common people could see that the entire world underwent wondrous changes every day.

The things from Fang Can's mind network were slowly materializing before their eyes, and the entire world was developing in concerted effort.

But the greater the productivity brought by the martial artists, the more anxious these common people became.

Because they clearly saw that in another world, although the gap between people was not small, oppression still appeared in the technologically advanced modern society.

These past few days, they may not have grasped the true nature of power and capital, but everything recorded in another world left them deeply worried.

The gap between people is so small, technology has advanced so far, yet they still must work hard every single day.

Now that so many Fourth-Transcendence cultivators, equal to immortals and gods, have appeared, and technology has barely reached the modern era, will they not be oppressed by these people and worked to death?

At this moment, the thoughts of the common people are interconnected, and this panic is spreading rapidly across the world.

After growing accustomed to a life completely free of oppression, they never wish to return to those past days of bowing and scraping before others.

"If only martial artists could cease to exist." This thought circulates daily among the common people.

Following this, more and more Ascending Path martial artists, upon learning of the people's hostility toward them, one by one voluntarily severed their mental links.

Just as the abbot of the Fan Yin Precious Temple, who first refined the Square Inch Mountain to link the minds of all beings, once said:

"Prejudice between people is a great mountain; after removing all barriers between them, in a world of absolute sincerity, the discriminating minds of sentient beings with emotions will instead create even greater contradictions."

Thus, time flew like a shuttle, and over ten days later, the moment Fang Can had prepared to leave finally arrived.

(End of this chapter)