Chapter 46: Evil Fall Sacred Body!

In the pavilion of the Rising Sun Martial Hall, Fang Can felt his innate talent continuously improving, maintaining a superlative tenfold quality 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 Master Jiang benefit?

Or is this girl some kind of Tian Sha Gu Xing—a being that curses her father, mother, brother, and children, whose presence dooms everyone around her?

As Fang Can practiced, his mind buzzed with 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 treasure.

Under this supercharged signal, Fang Can's cultivation speed began accelerating fiercely.

Nearby, Yuan Dang, who had just finished cleaning Fang Can's room, stood frozen 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 sister and Fang the dog thief have grown so intimate so soon?

Afraid he might lose control and attack Fang Can, only to be killed in return, Yuan Dang turned and fled, desperate to escape this place.

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

Reincarnation?

No—just a hallucination born in the final moments of a common Xuanguan Level Two disciple of the Rising Sun Martial Hall. It was all 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, this closeness to Fang Can challenging her nature.

'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 fun? Why do you all seem so absorbed? Even my father and brothers all castrated themselves for it.'

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

'If it's so uncomfortable, why do you still want to practice martial arts?' Ye Qingshi pressed.

'Because I'm good at it,' Fang Can opened his eyes and answered.

'I know clearly that no one's path can be copied. I can see—beneath my feet—the martial path 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 sustain you. 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?'

'Possible—but the cost is immense,' Fang Can said plainly. Recently, he'd gained new insights into the Mind-Only Martial Path, particularly regarding innate talent.

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

After all, the Mind-Only Martial Path demands singular, unwavering intent.

And falling into evil is exactly that.

To think only of escaping the master—'I'm going to die'—isn't that singular intent?

Then one could use that singular intent to cultivate—for example, by imposing a terrifying punishment: 'If you don't get into Tsinghua, you can't eat the master's O■■.' Believing this, the fallen would surely study with desperate effort.

So giving someone the evil fall, walking the 'Second Daughter Path,' might also be a way to improve talent.

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

Hearing the cost was immense, 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 softly acknowledged, closed his eyes again, and resumed focused cultivation.

…

Under the girl's companionship, Fang Can trained diligently.

Meanwhile, inside the martial hall, Ye Yonglie covered his face and sighed: 'Could my talent truly be this poor? I've meditated for half an hour and still see no hint of a Heart Image.'

'Master, don't rush. Mr. Fang has already agreed to stay,' Yan Zhi said soothingly.

'As long as Mr. Fang stays one day, you'll gain one day of insight. If he stays ten days, you'll gain ten days.'

Ye Yonglie lamented: 'Mr. 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 panic. When you're lost, think of your family,' Yan Zhi said.

These words jolted Ye Yonglie—he spun around sharply: 'What do you mean?'

'If your ancestor wishes to stay long-term, it's not difficult—only at the cost of sacrificing Sister Ye,' Yan Zhi's face flickered between light and shadow in the sunbeams.

'Mr. 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 Mr. Fang's talent, wouldn't your ascent to heaven become possible?'

'This…' Ye Yonglie hesitated.

It wasn't that he cared for his daughter.

After all, when he severed his worldly attachments, he had already vowed to devote his life to the martial path—could a daughter outweigh his very essence?

He merely feared—if this backfired, he'd end up alienating Fang Can.

'Master, you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a child,' Yan Zhi goaded.

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

'Thieves can't hide forever—but can you stop someone from giving you money?' Yan Zhi grinned broadly.

'Master, just do this… and this… and everything will succeed.'

…

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 surged even faster, making him wonder how fast he could grow if he hugged her closely.

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

'Is that… really allowed?' Fang Can said, also embarrassed.

"This isn't really appropriate. How about I just cultivate outside so I won't disturb your sleep?"

'So you do know it's not appropriate.' Ye Qingshi was so angry she laughed, walked straight in, and slammed the door shut with a bang.

(End of chapter)