Chapter 342: Fang Can, you pathetic little sex machine

“You! Are to serve as the Empire’s future Minister of Finance!”

“You! Are to be the Empire’s future capital!”

“You blow well—clearly have some skill in your mouth. Then you shall be the Empire’s future Minister of Justice.”

……

Inside the Crystal Palace, Fang Can wandered among them, the Empire bestowing official titles left and right with promises.

Even as he exerted himself vigorously.

He deeply implanted into their minds the foundational logic of loyalty to the Empire.

Countless precedents lay before him; Fang Can was certain.

Those educated by Dick would, even after he left, faithfully build for him a matriarchal Empire of service.

This was Fang Can’s astonishing wisdom!

Nothing a single Dick couldn’t solve—if it couldn’t, then two!

At least the first generation of the Empire’s foundation could guarantee absolute purity of faith.

As for later problems, leave them to future generations’ wisdom—see if they prove worthy.

This Empire of Service was itself crafted by him to fulfill his bargain with Dongfang Wuji.

If he truly worked hard to sustain the Empire’s rule for ten thousand generations, wouldn’t he become a beggar on his knees?

In these few days, the entire future century’s ruling cadre had been ruled by the stick, swearing oaths of service to the Empire.

Time slipped away as new recruits continuously entered the Crystal Palace and underwent indoctrination.

After half a month, once the Empire’s cadre had been utterly subdued by carrot and stick, Fang Can lay lazily atop the Crystal Palace’s roof.

A thin white velvet robe draped over him, a crystal glass in hand, half-filled with iced sour plum juice, gently swaying in his grip.

After his days of arduous toil, the Empire’s future pillars had consumed countless nectar and jade dew—no need to recount.

The final result: three out of ten high officials in the mansion had been infused to the First Turn of the Ascension Path.

Across his bare waist and abdomen, the three 【Zheng】 of the Y Spirit Seal now formed a “pin” shape, engraved upon him.

The pin-shaped seal was crystal-clear, glowing golden—the effect of reaching the third stage.

【Y Spirit Seal】: (21083/100000)

After activation, power triples, lasting four days!

That means, now, after activation, Fang Can’s power increases eightfold—2×2×2.

His gaze drifted lazily as the sunset slowly rose above the horizon; a strange insight stirred within him.

In the next instant, without warning, an invisible change surged within him—he had forgotten what arrogance was.

Behind him, unseen by anyone.

An invisible, formless spiritual phantom stood like a cold guardian, guarding his back.

Fang Can, having cast off arrogance, now wore a clear expression, unclouded by extraneous emotion.

At his waist, the Zi Ling Sword emitted a faint purple glow.

Since that day he used the Dragon-Feng Twin Pendant on this sword, it had inexplicably grown clingy.

In short, during his days in the Crystal Palace, he had faintly sensed Zi Ling continuously radiating resentment toward him.

“Can only look, can’t eat.”

Fang Can lightly tapped the blade of Zi Ling, feeling its clear aura of grievance, and smiled.

He clenched his fist; with the complete transcendence of the First Sin—arrogance—he felt the oceanic surge of power within him.

Though he had only recently reached the Second Turn, the accumulated centuries from the Dragon-Feng Twin Pendant had already provided sufficient grounding for the Second Turn.

Added to that, the complete transcendence of the Sin of Arrogance now further amplified his power.

The breakthrough of one’s realm requires only sufficient accumulation.

Theoretically, with enough accumulation, one could even break through all Nine Turns at once.

With Fang Can’s current half-Fifth Turn power, breaking through to the Third and Fourth Turns would be no great challenge.

But such haste would result in unstable foundations and negligible power gains afterward.

Worse, it might trigger a violent emotional backlash, forcing him to face multiple Sins simultaneously—better to proceed gradually.

He closed his eyes, focusing inward, faintly sensing the slow gathering of the Sin of Anger within him.

Once the Sin of Anger fully coalesced, he would again fall into a state of uncontrollable emotion.

“At this rate, the Sin of Anger will fully form in no more than two months,” Fang Can silently estimated, wondering what form it would take.

Just as he thought to take a sip of sour plum juice, his phantom duplicate had already seized the glass from his hand and brought it to his lips.

Slightly startled, Fang Can opened his mouth and took a small sip of the icy sour plum juice, aided by his duplicate.

His mind-sight swept through the mansion, observing the empire’s pillars, each fallen into deep slumber.

The smooth sour plum juice slid down his throat; he self-criticized contentedly:

“Fang Can, you pathetic little sex machine!”

……

Even as Fang Can reflected on himself, above the entire planet.

The Fourth Turns, who had already conquered the entire Empire, were now rapidly constructing the planet.

They tirelessly collected materials from across the world, refined them, and transported them everywhere.

The common people saw that the world changed in wondrous ways every single day.

Things from Fang Can’s mental network were slowly becoming reality; the entire world advanced in unison.

Yet the greater the productivity brought by cultivators, the more anxious the common people became.

For they clearly saw that in another world, despite small gaps between people, oppression still existed in its technologically advanced modern society.

These past days, they might not yet grasp the essence of power and capital—but the records of that other world filled them with deep dread.

Even with such small differences between people and such advanced technology, they still had to work hard every day.

Now, with so many Fourth Turns—equivalent to immortals and gods—emerging, and technology barely reaching modern levels, wouldn’t they be worked to death by these beings?

The people’s thoughts were interconnected; this panic spread rapidly across the world.

After growing accustomed to a life without oppression, they never wished to return to the days of groveling before others.

“If only cultivators didn’t exist,” this thought circulated daily among the people.

As a result, more and more Ascension Path cultivators, upon learning of the people’s hostility, voluntarily severed their mental links.

Just as the abbot of the first temple to forge Fangcun Mountain and link all minds had said:

“Prejudice between people is a great mountain; once barriers vanish and the world becomes utterly sincere, the discriminative mind of sentient beings creates even greater conflict.”

Thus, time flew—after more than ten days, the moment of Fang Can’s departure arrived.

(End of Chapter)