Chapter 44: Holy shit! There

'Th-this-this-this... How is this possible!'

Yuan Dang clenched his teeth, his body trembling with fear—he never imagined the future could be so utterly altered.

According to history, Fang Can shouldn’t have refused, right? How could he possibly agree? Where did I go wrong? I didn’t do anything at all.

For a moment, Yuan Dang felt his advantage as a foreseer vanish by half—the future no longer seemed trustworthy.

What about Fang Can’s own thoughts?

'Out of nowhere, my talent tripled. Could that shadowy bastard be waiting to assassinate me once I leave the city? I’ll stay one day and see how things unfold.'

As for why I agreed to Ye Guanzhu’s request? Obviously because he looked so pitiful, tears streaming down his face—I just nodded along on a whim. Staying a day isn’t a big deal.

At this moment, Yuan Dang had no idea that his very existence had caused Fang Can’s behavior to change.

According to the original timeline, Fang Can would never have triggered the so-called triple talent—he’d have simply wandered off.

'Good, good, good! As long as Young Master Fang agrees, I’m willing to fund you a thousand taels of silver daily, just ask you to teach us half an hour each day.' Seeing Fang Can agree, Yuan Dang was overjoyed, nodding repeatedly, afraid Fang Can would change his mind.

The disciples beside him also wore broad smiles, for this meant they could also benefit from the Heart Phase.

'I’ll have a top-tier guest room prepared for Young Master right away,' said Ye Guanzhu, about to instruct his disciples, when a clear, lark-like voice came from outside: 'Dad, I’m back!'

'No!' The moment the voice sounded, Yuan Dang felt a chill run through his limbs.

That was his senior sister’s voice.

In his previous life, the last time Yuan Dang heard that voice was her cry of despair as she was abducted by Fang Can’s harem.

Sure enough, as Yuan Dang turned his gaze, he saw with bloodshot eyes that Fang Can was now staring blankly at his senior sister’s exquisite face.

'Oh no!!' Yuan Dang felt utter despair.

'This guy...' Hearing the girl’s clear, sweet voice and seeing her breathtaking beauty, Fang Can did freeze.

But it wasn’t that he was enchanted by her face—though the girl was extremely, extremely, extremely beautiful, Jiang Ningan was no less so, each with her own unique aura.

Even when facing Jiang, Fang Can had always worn a sexually indifferent calm expression—how much less would he be moved by mere beauty? Better to jerk off to his own cross-dressed reflection.

What truly struck Fang Can as strange was that with the girl’s appearance, his Constant Stabilization talent had jumped from threefold to roughly fivefold—what the hell was going on?

Curious, Fang Can stepped closer to the girl.

One step... two steps...

As he advanced, under Yuan Dang’s horrified gaze, Fang Can clearly felt his talent rising noticeably.

When he stood before the girl, gazing up close at her stunning face, Fang Can could distinctly sense his talent had surged to a terrifying twelvefold.

'Huh, is this some kind of beauty pressure field?'

Intrigued, Fang Can wondered what his talent might reach if he hugged her tightly—or went even further.

Huh!

Startled by Fang Can’s sudden closeness, the girl instinctively shrank back: 'Who are you? How dare you be so impolite?'

Feeling his talent drop as she retreated, Fang Can turned to Ye Guanzhu: 'Is this young lady your daughter?'

'Young Master Fang, this is my daughter, Ye Qingshi,' the master said, guessing the possibility, smiling.

'Qingshi, this is Fang Can, a top disciple of the Tiger Demon Sect, a young prodigy who has already reached the same realm as your father—and even awakened a Heart Phase.'

Seeing Ye Guanzhu confirm it, Fang Can continued: 'Will your daughter reside within the academy? If so, could you spare a guest room next to her chambers for me?'

No sooner had he spoken than Fang Can felt his talent rise again—he began to suspect he’d awakened some kind of romance system: the closer he was to a beautiful girl, the stronger he became.

Unaware, Yuan Dang’s hatred had reached its peak.

'Fang Can, you bastard—I’ll kill you!!' Yuan Dang roared silently, too cowardly to move a step, forced to choose—endurance.

As for Fang Can’s side, upon hearing his request, every disciple of the Rising Sun Martial Academy wore an 'Oh~' of knowing amusement.

Even Ye Yonglie muttered to himself: 'Has Young Master Fang not castrated himself?'

Yes, castrated!

Every male martial artist in the Rising Sun Martial Academy—including Ye Yonglie—was now eunuch.

Because the Testicle Replacement Method greatly increases training efficiency.

So after reaching fourteen and becoming sexually mature, many martial artists quickly fathered heirs to preserve their bloodline, then cut off their troubles.

In other words, the entire Rising Sun Martial Academy—from the master to the gatekeeper, hundreds of people—had only Fang Can with any use.

That’s why, despite Ye Qingshi being a peerless beauty, no one present felt envy, jealousy, or resentment toward Fang Can’s attitude—no romantic rivalry whatsoever.

Their hardware was gone—fully chopped off—so why even care about women?

This wasn’t unique to the Rising Sun Martial Academy; most martial artists were in the same state.

If you won’t even cut off your balls, why train? Think you’re a genius?

In a sense, if Fang Can followed a hentai plotline, this chapter’s title might be: *The Only Man in a Sexually Indifferent Martial World*

As for why Yuan Dang was jealous—he regained his member after entering the Ascension Path, re-entering the normal world of having a root.

'Dad, I refuse.'

Hearing Fang Can’s words, Ye Qingshi peeked out from behind Ye Yonglie, silently scolding: 'How brazen he is.'

Yet despite saying that, a strange thought curled in her heart—surprise, and affirmation of her own worth.

Since childhood, because everyone around her was devoid of any use, no one had ever shown her clear affection.

As for ordinary men who hadn’t castrated themselves? The class gap was too vast—they never even had a chance to meet.

So though Fang Can’s attitude was bold, Ye Qingshi felt no revulsion—only the novelty of encountering a real man for the first time.

Most importantly, Fang Can’s own extreme beauty, compared to his muscular, Arnold-like fellow disciples, made him seem like a celestial being.

Smiling to defuse the tension, the master said: 'Young Master Fang is a fine young man—he came here to help your father raise his realm. Don’t throw a tantrum.'

(End of Chapter)