Chapter 51: Likes Being Passive

In the maiden’s chamber, Fang Can stared at Ye Qingshi, bound tightly with hemp ropes, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Only now did he understand the terror of fanatic worship.

It was the absolute resolve of a zealot who mortgaged everything they had.

Abandoning wife and daughter, squandering all wealth—just to please the deity! Even Gojo Satoru would feel ashamed.

“Mmmph!” Seeing Fang Can enter, Ye Qingshi emitted muffled whimpers through the cloth stuffed in her mouth, struggling to inch away from him.

‘Tch.’ Watching the girl’s antics, Fang Can couldn’t help laughing, then finally spoke:

“Miss Ye, don’t look at me like I’m a ghost. Why do all of you assume I’m lustful? That sort of thing pales next to martial arts.”

As he spoke, Fang Can strode forward and yanked the silk scarf from her mouth: “I told you, I have little interest in girls who still have basic physiological needs.”

He placed his hand over her mouth, ready to shout, feeling her silver teeth clamp down on his skin.

From Ye Qingshi’s eyes, Fang Can could tell she was furious—and she was using her full strength.

But his Tiger Subduing, Dragon Subduing Golden Body had already begun to take root; his skin naturally possessed supple resilience. A girl with no cultivation could never harm him.

Ye Qingshi felt as if she were biting into a soft yet incredibly resilient strip of rubber—no matter how hard she gnawed, she couldn’t break the skin.

Fang Can continued: “Miss Ye, stop this nonsense. I only want to train in peace. Don’t waste my time.”

He added, his tone utterly calm: “If you make another commotion, I’ll resort to force.”

“For example: every time you scream, I strip off one of your garments.”

It sounded perverse, and yes, it was perverse—but it worked, didn’t it?

As he spoke, Fang Can slowly withdrew his hand from her face. Instantly, a furious curse erupted from Ye Qingshi’s lips.

“Fang Can, you bastard—”

Before she could finish, a sharp ripping sound rang out—Fang Can had seized her collar, ready to tear.

The next instant, a sweet fragrance filled Fang Can’s nostrils—Ye Qingshi’s natural body scent.

Merely through scent, he felt as if a lotus blossom were blooming before him.

‘This scent gives me synesthesia.’ Fang Can, who hadn’t yet returned all his high school knowledge to his teachers, judged.

The immediate effect was undeniable: Ye Qingshi’s words were cut off. She glared at him with hatred.

‘Hmph, you think you can threaten me?’ Seeing her submission, Fang Can smiled smugly.

“Y-you… what do you even want?” Ye Qingshi gritted her teeth.

“I already said—I just need your help with my cultivation.” Fang Can replied simply.

“How?” Ye Qingshi asked.

“Hmm… how about you hug me?” Fang Can pondered a moment before asking.

“What did you say?” Ye Qingshi widened her eyes, ready to curse—but remembered his earlier move and bit her tongue.

The girl took a deep breath: “You don’t just want to molest me—you want me to initiate it?”

Next will come: Miss Ye, change my clothes. Miss Ye, pinch my…

Miss Ye, don’t come in. Miss Ye, sit inside. Miss Ye, move yourself…

Suddenly, Ye Qingshi imagined countless scenes—and she decided Fang Can wasn’t even human.

You like being passive, do you?

“I already said, this isn’t molestation,” Fang Can spread his hands.

“It’s just my cultivation method. You’ve already taken off your clothes—please cooperate, Miss Ye.”

“Y-you—” Ye Qingshi pointed at him, too furious to speak clearly.

“Miss Ye, you’re already here. Just give in to me,” Fang Can said with utter sincerity.

Seeing her still hesitate, Fang Can sighed: “Then I’m coming over.”

No sooner had he spoken than Ye Qingshi felt her body tighten, then her shoulder sink—Fang Can had rested his head against her shoulder, as if falling asleep.

She tried to struggle, but a low, resonant voice whispered in her ear: “Don’t move. I’m beginning cultivation.”

“Damn lecher,” Ye Qingshi seethed, but knew she was no match for him—struggling would only bring harsher punishment.

Ignoring the girl’s rising fury, Fang Can sank his spirit inward, sensing the changes in his body.

Since that small booklet was distributed this morning, his “Reversal of Fortune” talent had been continuously triggered.

As time passed, he now felt his innate talent had solidified at fifty times the norm.

Combined with close contact with Ye Qingshi, it stabilized at sixty times the norm.

Sixty times the luck, sixty times the talent, sixty times the intuition, sixty times the willpower…

Merely by instinct, he faintly sensed countless hostile intentions spreading toward him from the unseen.

It was the surveillance of billions of martial artists and commoners across the world—even if only one in ten thousand harbored malice, the number was terrifying.

‘Feels a bit dangerous,’ Fang Can murmured, leaning on her shoulder, feeling a growing pressure.

He’d need basic self-defense skills soon—especially in lethal combat.

‘First, push the Tiger Subduing, Dragon Subduing Golden Body to its peak, then try modifying my cultivation method. And I can’t neglect advancing my realm.’

With this thought, the efficiency of his skin conditioning surged to maximum, and under the talent boost, he slowly advanced toward the pinnacle.

Meanwhile, Ye Qingshi felt Fang Can’s body begin to tremble slightly, strange vibrations radiating from him.

‘What is this guy doing?’ she wondered, feeling the constant shaking.

But what reassured her slightly was that Fang Can showed no intent to touch her—throughout the morning, they simply lay embraced, nothing more.

On Fang Can’s side, with his talent enhanced, he raised his skin’s vibration to sixty-nine pulses per breath in just one morning.

He didn’t push further because his flesh’s resilience could only endure this level.

As his realm advanced, his skin would naturally reach eighty-one pulses per breath.

“It’s time to begin some new experiments…” Fang Can mused, eyes closed.

(End of Chapter)