Chapter 47: Tianji List

Due to Ye Qingshi's personal privacy, Fang Can also felt somewhat embarrassed to forcibly enter her chambers.

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

After combining with pill consumption, the two effects stacked together; though they couldn'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, some matters related to 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 at the centimeter level.

Standing at the door, he could clearly sense that throughout the night, she had been tossing and turning, rolling on her bed and causing the signal to weaken.

"This lecher, is he refusing to leave my door?"

Inside the maiden's chamber, as the indoor lights extinguished, under the moonlight outside, Ye Qingshi could clearly see a dark shadow sitting cross-legged at the door.

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

Just imagining Fang Can lingering at the door, Ye Qingshi couldn't sleep a wink through the long night.

She frequently rolled over in bed, glancing at the door now and then, wanting to know when he would leave.

But to her disappointment, that figure remained perfectly still, seated in place; not a single movement from Fang Can until her spirit gave out and she drifted into unconscious sleep.

Throughout the long night, Fang Can's body solidified into stillness, cultivating the Tiger-Taming Dragon-Subduing Golden Body while also advancing his flesh metamorphosis rate—not neglecting one for the other, but progressing 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 oscillations per breath

……

This progress wasn't even the result of his full-force physical cultivation; just two more days would let him attempt breaking through the Xuanguan Second Level.

"At this rate, within two months, I can push my physical strength to the peak of the Xuanguan Tenth Level—the ultimate Transformation Body." Fang Can silently estimated.

Of course, all this assumes he can, day after day for the next two months, stick to Miss Ye like a burden.

The image was too beautiful to contemplate—it would damage her reputation, and besides, he was a fugitive who wouldn't stay here long.

As he pondered this silently, the 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—keeping watch outside a maiden's door all night? How utterly disrespectful."

With this strange mood, the girl was just about to step out for a stroll when she felt a chill along her spine—behind her, that persistent fellow had already glued himself to her.

"Ahh!!!" Ye Qingshi shrieked: "Can you not follow 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 that fails, find some actors and put on makeup—you might even look 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 snort, she chose to leave, letting Fang Can stick to her like a medicinal 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 and thanked him: "Thank you for the trouble. 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—constant harassment might backfire."

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

"Never dare, Young Master Fang! Since you insist, 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 don't know the taste of sorrow—still need this old man to devise strategies."

Pondering his plan, Yan Zhi slowly pushed Fang Can behind Ye Qingshi—only to see 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 intensely—a deep sense of helplessness welled up.

Suddenly, he said: "Young Master Fang, the Tianji Tower should have posted its list this morning—would you like to get a copy of the Tianji List?"

"Tianji Tower?" Fang Can, new to this world, murmured internally—he recalled Jiang Ningan mentioning this organization before.

Looking at Yan Zhi, Fang Can couldn't directly ask what the Tianji List was, so he pulled out ten taels of silver and feigned indifference: "Then please buy me a copy of the Tianji List. Keep the change."

"Young Master, what nonsense—serving you is our duty. 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 Tianji List is?" Fang Can asked seriously.

His intuition told him the Tianji List seemed unusual, so he directly sought clarification from Ye Qingshi, who had no Wu Gong.

"What nonsense are you spouting—who wouldn't know the Tianji…" She paused, staring at Fang Can's face in surprise: "You don't know what the Tianji List is, do you?"

"I know." Fang Can answered immediately.

"Then tell me—what is the Tianji 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)