[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy":3,"chapter-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-5":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","This High Martial World Is Too Crazy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2300893,4500,"Chapter 5: Practicing Martial Arts Cultivates the Heart","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-5",5,"\u003Cp>After completely handing Fang Can over to the gang members for management, he was led away to complete his initiation procedures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, after holding back for a while, the gang member escorting him finally couldn’t help asking: “How did you come to know Master Li?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he asked, the gang member—appearing to be in his early thirties—could not suppress his curiosity about this short-haired, older recruit who had entered through connections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, eighteen wasn’t late for martial cultivation—just halfway to the grave—but even so, Li Feng had chosen to bring Fang Can in, an act bordering on arbitrary privilege.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regardless, someone who entered through a department head’s influence was not someone he could afford to offend; making friendly overtures was always safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing this was an inquiry into his status, possibly affecting his reputation within the sect, Fang Can remained utterly confident:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Li and I hit it off immediately. He sensed I possessed extraordinary talent and, fearing I’d be lost to another sect, strongly urged me to join.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gang member’s lips twitched slightly, finding the boy utterly baffling, but he asked no more and burst into a hearty laugh:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then when you’ve got your footing here, little brother, don’t forget to lend a hand to your old brother. Any trouble, just come find me—I’m Liu Yue. Call me Old Liu from now on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, Old Liu.” Fang Can nodded seriously, showing not a hint of modesty, like a boy with no guile at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked and chatted, mostly Fang Can asked questions—basic, common-knowledge inquiries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though unsure why Fang Can asked these things, Liu Yue still answered every question honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Old Liu, Fang Can learned their nation was called Dayan, vast and sprawling, with countless powerful sects like Tiger Fierce Gate dominating regions spanning a hundred li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to Liu Yue’s explanation, Fang Can felt Dayan was doomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, a country crawling with local warlords meant the imperial court had weak control—either the Emperor of Dayan was playing a grand game, or he was insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their own Tiger Fierce Gate was the dominant force within a hundred li, and its usual business wasn’t noble—it collected protection fees, held stakes in gambling dens and brothels, occasionally escorted caravans, and sometimes ambushed travelers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, in this region, Tiger Fierce Gate was a local emperor; nothing could be done without its permission. It was the kind of villain a novel’s hero would crush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guided by Old Liu, Fang Can memorized the locations of the sect’s mess hall, scripture library, training hall, and dormitories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief registration of his information, Fang Can was officially admitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He also received two sets of black-and-red uniforms with a tiger-devouring emblem on the chest, secured a private dormitory, and gained a monthly stipend of three taels of silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through Old Liu’s explanation, Fang Can learned the lowest-ranking members in Tiger Fierce Gate weren’t new recruits like him, but the laborers and servants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They handled daily chores—sweeping, feeding horses—and slept crammed ten or more to a single room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a new recruit like Fang Can showed no martial talent or value after some time, he’d either be expelled or demoted to laborer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this age, simply having a meal was hard enough; countless others would kneel and beg for such an opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After circling around for about half an hour, completing all necessary formalities, Liu Yue returned to his post, leaving Fang Can alone to face his single-room dormitory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was isolated, roughly twenty square meters, sparsely furnished but clean: one desk, one chair, one bed, one quilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So this is where I’ll live now,” Fang Can muttered, placing his nightclothes on the pillow, knowing he’d need a long time to adapt to this environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘And no smartphones or computers—even if I cultivate to the peak of mastery, my quality of life will still be worse than modern times, except maybe for Cao Pi.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can mused inwardly, wondering if martial cultivation could achieve the immortality depicted in fantasy novels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it could, then once he became immortal, he’d push harder to rediscover the technological tree of the Industrial Revolution, and in his lifetime, watch some classic adult films.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Forget it. First, set a small goal: achieve immortality, then watch a movie.’ Fang Can set his first small objective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying on the hard wooden bed, to prepare for the afternoon training hall session, Fang Can forced his restless mind into sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At noon, Fang Can awoke after a half-hour nap, recognized his surroundings, and rose to head toward the training hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before stepping out, he paused, turned back, and pulled a packet of transparent pills from the fold of his neatly stacked nightclothes before leaving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, from afar, Fang Can heard the training hall filled with the shouts of exerted Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he drew closer, he felt a wave of heat—thick with male pheromones—pouring from the entire training hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a space the size of four or five soccer fields, hundreds of men of varying ages, shirtless, displayed their skills despite the cool autumn weather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some lifted multi-hundred-pound millstones effortlessly, others darted across five-meter-high plum-blossom stakes with blurring footwork like fish in water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even children of fourteen or fifteen swung thirty- to forty-pound sabers with roaring force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Impressive.’ Watching this crowd of human monsters, Fang Can felt he’d come to the right place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he stared, a hoarse voice came from his side: “You’re the disciple Master Li brought in today, aren’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can turned and saw a middle-aged man, over forty, with a square face brimming with menace, approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Fang Can nod, the man gave a cold nod:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Yang Lie, instructor of the Training Hall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Liu Xiao told me your situation. You’ve never trained before, and you can’t keep up with peers your age. I’ll start from the very beginning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can nodded. He’d already prepared himself mentally—first be the grandson, then become the patriarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Forget everything else. Memorize every word I say next.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Lie’s gaze locked onto Fang Can: “Martial cultivation’s core is cultivating the heart. Only when your heart believes can the wonders of the Dao manifest in the flesh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cultivating the heart?” Fang Can blinked, surprised—this martial path was nothing like he’d imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t need to understand why. Just know I’m absolutely right. If your will is strong enough, your faith sincere enough, the entire world will make way for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Lie spoke with absolute certainty, like a cult leader drilling his doctrine into Fang Can.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1096,"2026-06-20T07:05:46.054Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f36cf1e9b31956e7dd10edda9bb060bf6f0b6b0275a3e513f100c9c059ccfbaf","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-6","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-4",368,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-cover.jpg"]