Chapter 52: Cultivation Technique Revision and Romantic Fortune?

“Only thinking with the brain is far too inconvenient.” Fang Can thought.

The human body is simply too fragile; once it slips into a near-death state, the brain instantly severs connection and plunges into unconsciousness.

For example, the vagus nerve in the back of the head, the jaw, the cervical spine…

Any one of these areas struck could cause loss of consciousness.

Previously, Fang Can tried cultivating after ingesting arsenic, but the poison was too potent—though he didn’t die, he still slipped into a pseudo-death coma.

Such a body is inconvenient in certain aspects.

So Fang Can pondered whether there was some way to let him remain mobile even if his brain core was damaged.

It’s been seven or eight days already; it’s time to revise the Sun Immortal Devil Body and upgrade its hardware.

Since the problem lies in the brain’s poor configuration, abandon brain-based thinking entirely and let the body act on its own.

In Fang Can’s vision, the Sun Immortal Devil Body should be able to resurrect from even a single cell or a fragment of remains, representing ultimate vitality.

Thus, directly embed one’s will into every single cell, no longer relying on the so-called brain to think.

Even if the heart is pierced, the brain shattered, or the cervical spine destroyed, the body should still fight until the last drop of blood.

“So I need to make the body as capable of thought as the brain, granting each cell the ability to transmit information like neurons.”

“Even if the brain is blown apart, the body can still make the optimal choice and keep fighting until the end of time!”

Fang Can pondered, refining and modifying certain details.

For other martial artists, this function is trivial—merely avoiding unconsciousness.

But for Fang Can, who possesses unyielding resilience, as long as sufficient energy remains, even a shattered body will slowly regenerate—that’s why he ranks first in immortality among the Transformation Body realm.

Thus, preventing hard control by enemies is crucial.

Just as Fang Can was about to delve deeper, Ye Qingshi’s plaintive voice rang in his ear: “Are you done yet? You’ve been hugging me for ages—I’m hungry now.”

Ye Qingshi’s words pulled Fang Can out of his mental storm; only then did he remember the girl before him was merely an ordinary person, incapable of photosynthesis like him.

He stepped back from the girl and nodded: “Miss Ye, I apologize for earlier…”

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qingshi had already darted away like a startled fawn; her flying hairbrushed against Fang Can’s face, leaving behind a faint, sweet fragrance.

Watching her vanish from sight in silence, Fang Can stepped outside and began practicing his fists beneath the midday sun, further enhancing his flesh and blood.

Not long after, sensing the visible advancement in his cultivation, Fang Can was confident he could reach Xuanguan Ninth Layer within a month at this pace.

“One layer every three days?” Fang Can’s lips curled slightly as he began practicing methodically.

As he trained, he attempted to extend the trembling effect of the Tiger Subduing Dragon Subduing Golden Body from the skin into the flesh, bones, and spinal cord.

If every inch of his body trembled and resonated, it would greatly benefit both body cultivation and combat.

The Tiger Demon Sect was merely a newly risen upstart, less than a century old; compared to ancient imperial and noble clans, it lagged far behind in accumulated knowledge.

Whether in combat techniques or cultivation scriptures, the gap was immense.

The skills the Martial Hall disciples practiced might have been nothing more than discarded scraps used to prop up tables by noble families.

What Fang Can was doing now was climbing and surpassing the accumulated wisdom of millennia—using only his extraordinary talent and intellect, bare-handed.

Then, crush all his enemies beneath his feet.

“Start with the basics—first, surpass that so-called top-ranked dragon on the Potential Dragon List within the Transformation Body realm!” Fang Can thought confidently within.

If he couldn’t defeat the opponent even with this advantage, then what was the point of cheating? What was the point of training? He might as well go back to bed with Ye Qingshi.

…

Meanwhile, within the capital of Da Chu.

A boy with a youthful face, yet standing two meters and fifty centimeters tall, broad-shouldered and muscular, exuding an aura of a demon or god, sat cross-legged in the cold palace, meditating.

Merely sitting there, his massive frame radiated terrifying pressure.

Suddenly, footsteps approached from afar; a stunningly beautiful girl in white robes and a standing headdress, dressed like a scholar, walked toward him with a smile.

“Brother, you’re remarkably calm—haven’t you seen the Ascending Dragon List’s top spot?”

The white-robed girl clasped her hands behind her back, smiling: “Your tens of thousands of followers are already preparing to intervene and protect him after seeing the list.”

“Hmph.” The boy opened his eyes, lips twitching slightly: “What good is talent? That guy has already defeated me too many times.”

“What do you mean, brother?” the girl asked, puzzled.

“That guy didn’t even begin martial arts until he was eighteen—his bones are already fully set, his height at most two meters—how can he compare to my astonishing, monstrous muscles?”

The boy grinned: “In the Transformation Body realm, all combat power lies in skin and flesh. At the same Xuanguan Ninth Layer, the strength of every major tendon is identical. My greater body weight crushes his smaller one—killing Fang Can is like offering my head on a platter.”

“And within two months, the Grand Tournament of the Nations begins. Unless Fang Can reaches Xuanguan Ninth Layer and meets me on that tiny peak within that timeframe…”

“Otherwise, during the tournament, I will enter the First Transformation—officially separating us into mortal and immortal realms. Our gap will only widen further.”

“What you say makes sense, brother,” the girl replied with a smile. “Then I shall offer my early congratulations on your victory in the tournament.”

“Enough flattery,” the boy snapped, ignoring her praise as he glared coldly at the girl:

“Go back and cultivate immediately. You’ve wasted two years just to reach Xuanguan Ninth Layer—and you train in that effeminate literary qi? I could’ve punched you dead at my Fifth Layer. You’re wasting the mighty blood of Da Chu.”

“Don’t you dare show up in the tournament—I’ll kill you even if you’re my sister.”

Hearing his words, the girl’s lips twitched as she stared at his demonic, muscle-twisted body.

If she had to become like her brother, she’d rather die.

And what’s the use of bulking up? It only matters in the Transformation Body realm; the true path of a martial artist only reveals itself after ascending the Path to Heaven.

“Then I’ll leave you to your training,” the girl said, turning and exiting the hall.

Instantly, the chamber fell into utter silence.

Meanwhile, within the Lieyangwuguan , Fang Can halted his movements and fixed his gaze on the coldly beautiful woman before him: “Who are you?”

“You’re Fang Can?” Liu Qingmeng studied the boy: “Looks like I’m lucky—I just happened to be strolling and ran into you.”

Hearing her words, Fang Can’s brow furrowed.

His increased luck was truly uncontrollable.

Jiang Ningan was like this, and now this unknown woman too.

What kind of damn luck is this? Don’t just drag everything home—I don’t need more women! Why is my romantic fortune so strong?

(End of Chapter)