Chapter 46: Evil Fall Sacred Body!

In the pavilion of Liyang Martial Arts Hall, Fang Can felt his innate talent continuously improving, maintaining a superlative tenfold level even without taking pills.

But Fang Can still couldn’t understand why being near the girl boosted his talent so rapidly.

If good looks could enhance talent, why didn’t it work for Jiang the Elder?

Or was this girl some kind of Tian Sha Gu Xing—a celestial star of misfortune that doomed her father, mother, brothers, and children, bringing ruin to anyone near her?

As Fang Can practiced, his mind buzzed with wild theories, yet he felt no fear for his safety.

Even if the girl truly were a Tian Sha Gu Xing, he wasn’t afraid—he could turn misfortune into fortune.

Under this supercharged signal, Fang Can’s cultivation speed surged violently.

Nearby, Yuan Dang, who had just finished cleaning Fang Can’s room, stood dumbfounded at a distance, staring at the two in the pavilion.

A light breeze stirred; Fang Can and Ye Qingshi sat back-to-back with Yuan Dang, so close they seemed about to touch.

‘How could this be… how could this possibly be?’ Yuan Dang shook his head, convinced his mind was hallucinating—how could his senior sister and Fang the dog thief have grown so intimate so soon?

Fearing he might lose control and attack Fang Can, only to be killed in return, Yuan Dang spun around and fled, desperate to escape the place.

At that moment, a strange illusion crept into his heart.

Reincarnation?

It was nothing but a hallucination born in the final moments of a common Xuanguan Level Two disciple of Liyang Martial Arts Hall—this whole thing was an illusion.

Suppressing the tears of bitter frustration in his eyes, Yuan Dang vanished without looking back.

‘Did someone just pass by?’ Ye Qingshi felt shy, her personality strained by how close she was to Fang Can.

‘Ignore it. Just sit properly, Miss Ye,’ Fang Can said calmly, eyes closed, legs crossed.

Watching the boy who had practiced for nearly an hour, sensing his steady breath, Ye Qingshi couldn’t help asking:

‘Is martial arts really fun? Why do you all seem so absorbed? Even my father and brothers all castrated themselves just to train.’

‘For me, it’s not fun at all. I’m often tired, irritable, and in pain,’ Fang Can replied calmly.

‘If it’s so uncomfortable, why do you still want to train?’ Ye Qingshi pressed.

‘Because I’m good at it,’ Fang Can opened his eyes and answered:

‘I know clearly that no two people’s paths can be copied. I can see—beneath my feet, the path of martial arts stretches all the way to the peak. If I walk it, I will reach the summit.’

Looking at Fang Can’s utterly arrogant tone, Ye Qingshi couldn’t help asking: ‘What about me? What do you think of my talent?’

‘You…’ Fang Can glanced at her lightly and shook his head:

‘Your current personality won’t hold up. Without the obsession of blood-deep vengeance, you can’t walk this path with unwavering resolve,’ Fang Can said honestly.

‘So talent can’t be changed? Like in those novels, where the protagonist suddenly awakens and becomes fiercely determined?’

‘Possibly—but the cost would be enormous,’ Fang Can said plainly. Recently, he’d gained new insights into the Mind-Only Martial Path, particularly regarding talent.

He wondered: could falling into evil be a superior method to enhance martial talent?

After all, the Mind-Only Martial Path demands absolute mental unity.

And falling into evil was exactly that.

When one thinks only of escaping their master—‘I’m going to die’—isn’t that mental unity?

Then one could use this mental unity to cultivate—for example, by imposing a terrifying punishment: ‘If you don’t get into Tsinghua, you can’t eat your master’s O■■.’ Believing they’d risk everything to taste the delicacy, the fallen would study with fierce dedication.

So, inducing evil fall and walking the ‘Second Daughter Path’ might also be a way to enhance talent.

Of course, this was merely one of Fang Can’s guesses—a theoretical cultivation idea, untested and unproven.

Hearing the cost was so high, Ye Qingshi lost interest. Her desire to cultivate was weak; she shrugged: ‘Then forget it. I don’t plan to cultivate anyway.’

‘Mm,’ Fang Can murmured softly, closed his eyes again, and resumed his focused practice.

…

With the girl’s company, Fang Can trained diligently.

Inside the hall, Ye Yonglie covered his face and sighed: ‘Could my innate talent really be this poor? I’ve meditated for half an hour and still see no hint of a heart-image.’

‘Master, don’t rush. Master Fang has already agreed to stay,’ Yan Zhi comforted him.

‘As long as Master Fang stays one day, you’ll gain one day of insight. If he stays ten days, you’ll gain ten days.’

Ye Yonglie lamented: ‘Master Fang might stay three or five days at most—but if my heart-image requires thirty or fifty days of insight to form, what then?’

‘Master, don’t fret. When you’re lost, think of your family,’ Yan Zhi said.

These words jolted Ye Yonglie—he snapped his head up: ‘What do you mean?’

‘If your ancestor wishes to stay long, it’s not difficult—only at the cost of sacrificing Sister Ye,’ Yan Zhi’s face, lit by the sun streaming in, flickered between light and shadow.

‘Master Fang is new to the martial world, easily swayed. We might use this to bind him,’ Yan Zhi said slowly. ‘If our families form a marital alliance, with Master Fang’s talent, wouldn’t your ascent to heaven become possible?’

‘This…’ Ye Yonglie hesitated.

It wasn’t that he was unwilling to sacrifice his daughter.

After all, when he severed his root of worldly desires, he had already resolved to devote his life to martial arts—could a daughter possibly outweigh his very essence?

He merely feared that if this backfired, he’d end up alienating Fang Can.

‘Master, if you won’t risk the child, you won’t catch the wolf,’ Yan Zhi goaded.

‘What do you propose?’ Ye Yonglie asked, his eyes already resolved.

‘Thieves can’t steal for a thousand days, but neither can you guard against them for a thousand days. You can’t steal money—can’t you give it away?’ Yan Zhi grinned broadly:

‘Master, just do this, and then do that—everything will fall into place.’

…

On this side, Fang Can used cultivation as an excuse to stay within three steps of Ye Qingshi for most of the day.

Combined with pill use, his cultivation speed skyrocketed—he even began wondering how fast he could grow if he hugged her closely.

Meanwhile, after enduring a day, Ye Qingshi stood before her chamber door, sensing the boy’s overwhelming presence just behind her, and finally snapped: ‘Are you really going to follow me into my room?’

‘Is… is that really allowed?’ Fang Can also felt embarrassed.

‘That wouldn’t be proper. I’ll just practice outside—won’t disturb your sleep.’

‘So you know it’s inappropriate?’ Ye Qingshi laughed bitterly and stepped inside, slamming the door shut with a bang.

(End of Chapter)