Chapter 47: Heaven

Due to Ye Qingshi’s personal privacy, Fang Can also felt somewhat awkward about forcibly entering her chambers.

So for the entire night, Fang Can sat cross-legged outside her door, cultivating.

After combining it with pill consumption, the two effects Diejia , though they didn’t achieve 1+1=2, reaching 1.7 was no problem.

Feeling his recent stable talent continuously increasing, Fang Can cultivated with renewed vigor.

Of course, alongside cultivation, thoughts regarding his talent also surfaced in his mind.

“Miss Ye’s sleep quality tonight seems poor.” Fang Can, seated outside the door, made this judgment internally.

As Ye Qingshi’s signal receiver, he could clearly sense how her movements affected her talent.

This judgment precision was centimeter-level.

Standing at the door, he could clearly sense that she had tossed and turned all night, rolling on her bed and causing the signal to weaken.

“This lecher, is he refusing to leave my door?”

Inside the maiden’s chamber, after the lamp was extinguished, under the moonlight outside, Ye Qingshi could clearly see a dark shadow seated cross-legged at the door.

Seeing such a dark shadow at the door—whether ghost or man—who could possibly bear it?

Just imagining Fang Can lingering at her door through the endless night, Ye Qingshi couldn’t sleep at all.

She frequently turned over in bed, glancing at the door now and then, wondering when he would leave.

But to her disappointment, that figure remained perfectly still, unmoving, until her spirit gave out and she fell into a drowsy slumber—Fang Can hadn’t shifted a single inch the entire time.

Throughout the long night, Fang Can’s body solidified into stillness; while cultivating the Tiger-Taming Dragon-Subduing Golden Body, he also didn’t neglect improving his flesh metamorphosis rate—he advanced both simultaneously.

As the sun rose high on the second day, after a night’s cultivation, Fang Can’s strength visibly increased.

Status bar:

Flesh Metamorphosis: 15%

Tiger-Taming Dragon-Subduing Golden Body: 35 vibrations per breath

……

This progress wasn’t even the result of his full effort in flesh cultivation; just two more days would let him attempt breaking through Xuanguan Second Layer.

“At this rate, within two months, I can push my physical strength to the peak of the Xuanguan Tenth Layer—the highest realm of the Transformed Body.” Fang Can silently estimated.

Of course, this all depended on him being able to stick by Miss Ye’s side like a burden for the next two months.

The image that came to mind was too beautiful—it would damage her reputation, and besides, he was fleeing for his life and wouldn’t stay here long.

As he pondered this silently, the large door behind him creaked open, and Ye Qingshi stepped out, looking exhausted.

Seeing the boy seated like a meditating monk, the girl suppressed her urge to yell, muttering inwardly: “I must make this lecher leave. Staying outside a maiden’s door all night—how disgraceful.”

With this strange mood, the girl was just about to step out for a stroll when she felt a chill run down her spine—a persistent nuisance had glued himself to her back.

“Ahh!!!” Ye Qingshi shrieked: “Can you stop following me? There are so many people in town, and beautiful girls aren’t just me. If you want beauty, why not look in a mirror? Or if you really must, find some actors and put on makeup—you might even be better than me!”

Pouring out a night’s accumulated resentment in a rapid-fire barrage, Ye Qingshi saw Fang Can look innocent and say: “Only Miss Ye is special—there’s no substitute for now.”

“Damn it…” Ye Qingshi clenched her silver teeth in fury, but after a cold sniff, she turned away, letting Fang Can stick to her like a plaster.

But she soon couldn’t hold it together, because in the distance, Yan Zhi was already approaching with a wheeled chair, grinning: “Young Master Fang, the item you asked us to find yesterday.”

Fang Can smiled in thanks: “Thank you. Could you do me another favor?”

“Of course! If Young Master Fang asks, I’ll climb mountains of knives or walk through fires!” Yan Zhi thumped his chest loudly.

“It’s not that dangerous—just a bit troublesome.” Fang Can said, sitting directly onto the chair and pointing at Ye Qingshi, who stood frozen in shock:

“Could you push me to follow behind Miss Ye? Wherever she goes, I go—just don’t let us get too far apart.”

“Ah… this…” Yan Zhi stared blankly at Fang Can, never expecting this was his plan.

Leaning close to Fang Can’s ear, he whispered: “Young Master Fang, if you like Miss Ye, try another approach. Constantly pestering her might backfire.”

Too lazy to re-explain his lie to Ye Qingshi, Fang Can looked up: “Are you teaching me how to act?”

“Never dare! Since Young Master Fang insists, I can only obey.”

Yan Zhi looked at Fang Can with helplessness, already viewing him as a naive youth experiencing first love, clueless and only capable of clumsy flattery.

Recalling yesterday’s discussion with the innkeeper, Yan Zhi sighed inwardly: “Alas, young boys know not sorrow’s weight—I, an old man, must devise strategies for them.”

Thinking through his strategy, Yan Zhi slowly pushed Fang Can behind Ye Qingshi—only to watch the girl, cold and silent, turn right back into her room.

After all, going out like this was practically performance art.

Watching the girl retreat back into her chamber, Yan Zhi looked down at the boy, eyes closed, feigning rest while actually cultivating—deep helplessness welled up in him.

Suddenly, he said: “Young Master Fang, the Heaven’s Mechanism Tower should have released its list this morning—would you like to get a copy?”

“Heaven’s Mechanism Tower?” Fang Can, new to this world, murmured inwardly—he recalled Jiang Ningan mentioning this organization before.

Looking at Yan Zhi, Fang Can couldn’t directly ask what the Heaven’s Mechanism List was; instead, he pulled out ten taels of silver and feigned indifference: “Then please buy me a copy of the Heaven’s Mechanism List. Keep the change.”

“Young Master, what nonsense—you’re doing us a favor by letting us serve you. I only hope you’ll give me some pointers on my Wu Gong.” Yan Zhi smiled, took the silver, and dashed off like the wind.

With some thought, Fang Can gently knocked on Ye Qingshi’s door.

“What?” The girl opened the door, irritable.

“Miss Ye, do you know what the Heaven’s Mechanism List is?” Fang Can asked seriously.

His intuition told him this list was unusual, so he turned directly to Ye Qingshi—the one who didn’t practice Wu Gong—for clarification.

“What nonsense are you spouting? Who wouldn’t know the Heaven’s…?” She stopped mid-sentence, staring at Fang Can’s face in surprise: “You don’t know what the Heaven’s Mechanism List is, do you?”

“I know.” Fang Can answered immediately.

“Then tell me—what is the Heaven’s Mechanism List?”

Fang Can: …

Watching Fang Can’s silence, a smile slowly curled up on Ye Qingshi’s radiant face, impossible to suppress.

(End of Chapter)