Chapter 43: The Changed Future!

Inside Liyang Wu Gong Hall, Yuan Dang heard the master's scolding and felt a sigh of relief.

Going along with the flow, he fixed Fang Can with a pitiful gaze, clearly begging Fang Can not to pay him undue attention and cause the master to scold him again.

Fang Can lazily clicked his tongue, losing all interest in understanding this disciple's reaction.

Watching the others patiently meditating, Fang Can sat listlessly on the master's chair, pressing his Mind Image upon them.

Since this wasn't a life-or-death battle requiring wide-area output, and since Fang Can could regenerate by basking in sunlight, his energy consumption and expenditure remained relatively balanced.

Driven by boredom, Fang Can decided to use this time to practice the technique "Taming the Tiger and Subduing the Dragon Golden Body."

According to the technique's description, it was a method that caused the skin to constantly vibrate, generating an invisible aura of qi on the surface.

At advanced levels, the skin trembled subtly at all times.

At that point, even blades and axes striking the body would be violently deflected by the skin's extreme resilience, making it one of the finest bloodline martial arts before the Ascension Path—usable without internal energy.

As for bloodline martial artists, it was because the world's cultivation system was called Wu Dao, yet due to the mechanism of everyone's wish-granting machine, absolutely anything could exist.

Magnetic forces, flesh locks, divine domains, battle qi, magic, Daoist Priests, Buddha power, merit, poetry and painting—nearly every system existed.

Who knew what wishes people would make, what techniques would manifest?

But because only after ascending the Path could a martial artist store and release energy within their body.

Thus, late-stage professions like magicians, True Qi martial artists, Poetic School practitioners, and Daoist Priests had weak combat power before the Transcending Flesh stage.

Martial artists without absolute confidence in ascending the Path mostly chose either bloodline Wu Dao or battle qi systems, steadily training their physicality and seeking the possibility of a final leap.

Therefore, before Transcending Flesh, stat monsters were more popular.

Mechanism monsters needed late-game development; nine out of ten martial artists chose the stat path, since few could be certain they'd develop into late-stage practitioners.

Leaning back slowly on the master's chair, Fang Can released his Mind Image while making his skin tremble continuously, learning the technique's method to refine his epidermis.

It was well known that human skin could not move freely.

But this was Idealist Wu Dao—if you were sincere enough and your realm high enough, you could change not just human anatomy, but even cosmic laws.

Secretly using his blood qi to activate his flesh, Fang Can actually made the skin on his fingers begin to vibrate slightly—though the frequency was extremely slow, about one or two times per second, with an amplitude of only one micrometer.

According to the technique's requirement, to pass, one's skin must reach at least eighty-one vibrations per breath.

Feeling the rhythmic trembling of his skin, Fang Can's thoughts drifted: if he pushed this to its extreme and achieved tens of thousands of vibrations per second, perhaps his body could become a humanoid high-frequency blade.

And why stop at vibrating the skin? If he penetrated into the cells and made all tens of trillions of his cells vibrate at high frequency, wouldn't that generate magnetic rotation?

But as this thought arose, seeing the time required for manifestation, Fang Can thought it might not be impossible after all.

He was also curious what effect would result from combining the cell-vibration technique with the Great Sun Indestructible Demon Body.

Sitting astride the master's chair, Fang Can practiced the technique bit by bit.

After all, to modify anything, he had to fully understand the technique first—and though he hadn't taken any pills, thanks to his permanent triple talent from last night, his cultivation felt effortless.

In just a stick of incense's time, Fang Can extended the vibration to his limbs and arms, though the frequency remained one or two times per second.

But even now, if he trained hard for another month, he could make every part of his body—including his genitals, hair tips, eye membranes, and fingernails—enter the 81-vibrations-per-breath high-frequency mode.

'Feels like I'm turning my body into a vibrator.' Fang Can mentally grumbled; at 81 vibrations per second, even Kato Takashi would bow in defeat.

As time passed, after sustaining his Mind Image for half an hour, Fang Can felt it was enough and withdrew it—immediately, it was as if he'd poked a hornet's nest.

'Please, Lord Fang, give me just a little more—I want to keep experiencing it.'

'My lord, release your Mind Image once more—I'll do anything, I beg you.'

'My lord, your Mind Image is so pure—once more, just once more!'

…

Looking at the martial artists before him, as if drained of energy, Fang Can was speechless.

But these martial artists didn't care about dignity at all—such an opportunity to freely experience a Mind Image was rare in a lifetime, and immensely beneficial to their martial path.

They'd beg, kneel, or even eat shit if needed.

Even Ye Yonglie now gripped Fang Can's arm, tears streaming down his face as he spoke:

'I've lived fifty-six years, yet only crossed the Xuan Pass six times; I train six hours daily, barely preventing my blood qi from decaying.'

'But my body grows older—unless I awaken a Mind Image before sixty, I'll never advance again in this life.'

'I have mediocre talent; I've trained hard for over thirty years, wasting decades. If diligence alone could birth a Mind Image, then I deserve one—I beg you, young friend, grant my request. If I may awaken a Mind Image, I'll die content.'

By the end, Ye Yonglie's face was streaked with tears and snot, clutching Fang Can's robe desperately—no longer a hall master, but a middle-aged man consumed by obsession.

'Hmph, Master's gone senile, crying like this—what nonsense.'

Beside him, Yuan Dang watched coldly, having long forgotten how much worse he himself had been in his past life.

If not for Fang Can's 'everyone gets a technique' decree, he wouldn't even have the qualification to cross the Ascension Path.

'Next should be Fang Can refusing to stay—then the new Heavenly Mechanism Tower ranking is announced, and Master, enraged, immediately reports Fang Can's situation to the Tiger Demon Gate, prompting them to issue a wanted list early.'

'Then, amid global manhunts, Fang Can loses an arm, limps on one leg, goes blind in both eyes, nearly driven to despair—yet within just nineteen days, he breaks through the ninth level of the Xuan Pass and enters the Ascension Path.'

'Then, driven mad, he slaughters tens of millions, including the martial hall, causing the Da Yan Kingdom to fall…'

'Only I and my senior sister and a few others escaped by chance while away—seeking revenge, we trained hard, but could only watch as he rose higher and higher, until my senior sister was kidnapped.'

Thinking of this, Yuan Dang grew even more wary—this boy, Fang Can, was terrifying. He couldn't oppose him now; he must proceed slowly and carefully.

After the earlier stimulation, without perfect certainty, he wouldn't alter history—he simply watched coldly as Fang Can rejected his master.

'Sorry, Master. Fang Can is a vile creature—I cannot care for you in your old age or see you to your end.' Yuan Dang sighed inwardly—when suddenly he heard…

'Uh, alright.' Fang Can scratched his head and grinned. 'I've been idle lately anyway—I'll stay a few days.'

At these words, Yuan Dang felt a thunderbolt strike his skull, frozen in place.

(End of Chapter)