Chapter 52: Technique Modification and Peach Blossom Luck?

"Thinking with just the brain is truly too troublesome," Fang Can thought.

Because the human body is far too fragile; once it falls into a near-death state, the brain instantly disconnects and plunges into coma.

For instance, the back of the head, the vagus nerve under the jaw, the cervical spine...

A strike to any of these places could cause a loss of consciousness.

Previously, Fang Can tried cultivating after ingesting arsenic, but because the medicine's effect was too fierce, although he didn't die, he still fell into a false-death coma.

Such a human body is truly inconvenient in certain aspects.

So Fang Can pondered whether there were methods to keep himself moving even if his brain core was damaged.

Seven or eight days have passed; it is time to modify the Great Sun Indestructible Demon Body and upgrade the body's hardware configuration.

Since the problem lies in the brain's configuration, he would discard brain-based thinking and let the body act on its own.

In Fang Can's conception, the Great Sun Indestructible Demon Body should be able to resurrect even from a single remaining cell or a fragment of flesh, representing ultimate vitality.

If so, he would directly plunge his will into every cell, relying not on the so-called brain to think.

Even if the heart were pierced, the brain blown apart, and the cervical spine shattered, he could fight until the last drop of blood.

'So I need the body to possess thinking abilities like the brain, enabling every cell to transmit information like neurons.'

'Even if the brain is blown apart, the body can make the most correct choices and continue slaughtering the enemy until the end of time!'

Fang Can pondered, refining and modifying some of the details.

For other martial artists, this function is actually irrelevant, serving merely to avoid falling into coma.

But for Fang Can, who possesses an unyielding nature, as long as he has sufficient energy, even if his body is blown apart, it will slowly recover; this is also the reason he holds the title of Undying First in the Mortal Shedding Body realm.

If so, preventing hard control by enemies is very important.

Just as Fang Can wanted to delve deeper, Ye Qingshi's aggrieved voice sounded beside his ear: "Are you done yet? You've been holding me for ages; I'm hungry now."

Ye Qingshi's words snapped Fang Can out of his mental storm; only then did he remember that the girl before him was merely an ordinary person and could not photosynthesize like him.

Stepping back and dismounting from the girl, Fang Can nodded and said: "Miss Ye, I apologize for just now..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qingshi had already fled like a fawn; the tips of her hair, flicking up as she turned, brushed against Fang Can's face, leaving a wisp of faint fragrance.

Silently watching the other disappear from his sight, Fang Can walked outside and slowly began practicing his fist along the noon sunlight, further refining his flesh and blood.

Not long after, sensing the higher realm on his body improving visibly to the naked eye, Fang Can was confident that at this speed, he could reach the Ninth Layer of the Profound Gate within a month.

"One heavenly realm every three days?" Fang Can's lips curled slightly upward as he began to practice methodically.

While practicing, he attempted to let the vibration effect of the Tiger-Subduing Dragon-Suppressing Golden Body spread from the skin to the flesh, bones, and spinal cord.

If every inch of the entire body vibrated and surged, it would bring great benefits to both body cultivation and combat.

The Tiger Fiery Gate was merely a nouveau riche faction established for less than a hundred years; compared to those royal families and great clans with deep foundations, they suffered greatly in accumulation.

Whether in killing techniques or body-refining techniques and secret manuals, they were far behind.

The techniques practiced by the disciples of the Martial Arts Hall before were perhaps merely items used by those great clans to prop up table legs.

What Fang Can was doing now was relying on his own talent and wisdom, surpassing the common, to climb up and surpass the millennia of accumulation of those royal families and great clans with bare hands.

And then, trample all of everyone's enemies underfoot.

'Start with the most basic; for instance, surpass that so-called number one on the Hidden Dragon List in the Mortal Shedding Body realm!' Fang Can thought confidently in his heart.

If he couldn't defeat the opponent even with a cheat active, then what was the point of the cheat, what was the point of practicing martial arts? Might as well go back to the room and sleep with Ye Qingshi.

Meanwhile, within the capital of Great Chu.

A youth with a youthful face but standing two meters and a half tall, with a tiger's back and bear's waist, giving an aura of a ghost or god, sat cross-legged in the cold Yongle Dadian, closing his eyes to rest.

His massive figure, merely sitting there, gave people a terrifying sense of oppression.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from afar; a stunningly beautiful girl in white robes, wearing a vertical crown and dressed as a scholar, smiled as she strolled over from the distance.

"Your Highness is indeed calm; did you not see the top of the Ascending Dragon List?"

The girl in white, hands clasped behind her back, said with a smile: "Your tens of thousands of believers, upon seeing the list, are preparing to take action to protect the Dao."

"Heh," the youth opened his eyes, tugging slightly at the corner of his mouth: "What's the use of high talent? That fellow has already been defeated by me too many times."

"How does Your Highness say that?" the girl asked in confusion.

"That fellow only began contacting the martial arts path at eighteen; his bone structure is already completely set, and his stature is at most two meters. How can he compare to my shocking and awe-inspiring muscles?"

The youth grinned: "In the Mortal Shedding Body realm, combat power lies entirely in the skin and flesh; for the same Ninth Layer of the Profound Gate, the strength of every tendon has no difference. My heavy body striking his light body, killing that Fang Can is like marking a target for sale in Seoul."

"Moreover, the Great Competition of the Nations will begin within two months; unless that Fang Can can reach the Ninth Layer of the Profound Gate within this timeframe and meet me on that Fangcun Mountain."

"Otherwise, during the competition, I will enter the First Turn, formally separating from the mortal realm; at that time, the gap between us will only grow larger."

"What Your Highness says makes sense," the girl replied with a smile: "Then let me congratulate Your Highness in advance on winning first place in the competition."

"Stop talking nonsense," the youth completely ignored the flattery, looking at the woman before him and snorting coldly with an unfriendly tone:

"Hurry back to cultivate; it took you two years of dawdling to reach the Ninth Layer of the Profound Gate, and you cultivated that effeminate literary qi. When I was at the Fifth Heavenly Realm, I could punch you to death with one blow; you are simply wasting this body of Great Chu's domineering blood."

"Do not cross paths with me during the Great Competition of the Nations; otherwise, even if you are my sister, it won't matter; I will still punch you to death."

Hearing the man's words, the woman's lips could not help but twitch as she looked at the ghost-god-like body with knotted muscles before her.

If she cultivated to look like her royal brother, she might as well be dead.

Moreover, what's the use of building blocks? There is only a slight difference during the Mortal Shedding Body realm; the true track for martial artists only reveals itself after ascending the Road to Heaven.

"Then Your Highness, continue cultivating; I will not disturb you," the girl said this sentence, then turned and left the Yongle Dadian.

Immediately, the entire room was left with nothing but dead silence.

And within the Lieryang Martial Arts Hall, Fang Can stopped his movements, his gaze fixed on the cold and beautiful woman before him: "May I ask who you are?"

"You are Fang Can?" Liu Qingmeng sized up the youth before her: "It seems my luck is good; I just happened to run into you while wandering around."

Hearing the other's words, Fang Can's brows could not help but furrow tightly.

The luck he had added was truly uncontrollable.

The Jiang Ningan ahead was like this, and the unknown woman before him was the same.

What kind of ghost luck is this? Don't bring just anything home, please. He doesn't lack women now! How is his peach blossom luck so flourishing too?

(End of this chapter)