Chapter 53: I Need Enemies

In the Rising Sun Martial Hall, Fang Can stood in the courtyard, gazing at the cold, beautiful woman before him.

The woman's figure was graceful, her face breathtakingly beautiful yet chilled with icy detachment, her aura elegant like ten-thousand-year-old ice.

A white silk robe concealed her full figure, her ice-blue hair cascading like a waterfall down to her calves.

At this moment, Hearing Liu Qingmeng scrutinized Fang Can with eyes tinged with faint disdain.

She had already arrived when Fang Can was embracing Ye Qingshi.

Had she not seen him actually cultivating and not crossing any further lines, she would have already slashed him to death with a single sword strike.

Fang Can, keenly sensing her disdainful gaze, guessed what was going on and bluntly said: "If my guess is correct, you must be Master Jiang's teacher."

At Fang Can's words, Hearing Liu Qingmeng couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "How did you know that?"

"My intuition has always been accurate," Fang Can said calmly.

Sixty people's worth of intuition barely reached the threshold of precognition, and with a slight boost in intelligence, Fang Can could perceive events as if reading a script.

Like a crime scene in a detective novel, without needing the process, Fang Can could simply guess and pinpoint the killer, then shoot an arrow at the target and gradually deduce the steps—half-guessing, half-reasoning.

"Intuition?" Hearing Liu Qingmeng's slender brows furrowed slightly as she stared at the boy before her.

"Yes," Fang Can continued, fixing his gaze on the elegant woman:

"For instance, I guess no one else has come to bother me yet because you've held them off, and now you've come here to assess my character—to decide whether to take me as a disciple or let me fend for myself."

Hearing Liu Qingmeng: … You've said it all. What am I supposed to say?

Though unwilling to admit it, every word Fang Can spoke accurately described her actions—as if he had read the plot outline in advance.

Forget whether the reasoning skipped steps—just tell me if it's accurate or not.

Looking at the confident boy, Hearing Liu Qingmeng's ruby lips parted: "You're correct. I came here precisely to consider taking you as a disciple, curious about what the genius Jiang Ningan spoke of looks like."

"But I've changed my mind," Hearing Liu Qingmeng said coldly, staring at the boy before her:

"As thanks for sheltering Jiang Ningan, I've already blocked all the Ascension Path cultivators for you. But if you can't even withstand the Transformation of the Tui Tui Fan Qu, then die on this martial path as you deserve."

"Then thank you, Senior," Fang Can grinned: "You only need to do this much. The rest I'll handle myself."

Fang Can's answer satisfied the woman, who then added: "Within two months, the Grand Alliance Tournament of the Nine States will begin. The top hundred on the Hidden Dragon Ranking will gather on Fangcun Mountain to test their mettle."

"If you survive until the tournament and reach the Ninth Layer of the Mystic Gate, you'll receive a slot issued by the Heavenly Mechanism Tower—perhaps a great opportunity for you."

With that, the woman turned lightly and vanished from her spot.

'Did I just get assigned a main quest?' As the figure disappeared, Fang Can thought absurdly.

This sudden appearance and disappearance—it's just like an NPC handing out a quest.

"But will all the Transformation of the Tui Tui Fan Qu cultivators be present at the Nine States Tournament?" Fang Can thought, unconsciously clenching his fist:

'If all else fails, I'll just show up at the venue and casually take first place.'

Carrying this thought, which to outsiders seemed wildly arrogant, Fang Can once again immersed his mind in martial cultivation, slowly revising his technique based on his morning ideas, integrating the concept of neurons into his cells.

If you want to achieve regeneration from a single cell, that cell must store all information.

That is, your cell must contain the complete information of an entire human body.

Every condition—muscles, bones, cancer cells, white blood cells, platelets, memories—must be recorded and precisely replicated.

Without this information, mere blood and flesh splitting off would produce another life entirely.

'I need to accelerate progress,' Fang Can felt pressure—the pressure of being first.

After all, he wasn't like those so-called battle maniacs or lunatics who were born for combat.

In a sense, Fang Can thought like an ordinary person—he simply enjoyed the thrill of winning and defeating enemies.

He liked winning, not combat itself.

From Despair to Fortune could guarantee he wouldn't die, but it couldn't guarantee he wouldn't lose.

So to defeat all heroes soon, he must now work harder, then obliterate every enemy with the strongest, most powerful force.

With this thought, Fang Can stepped out of the courtyard.

Following his intuition, he looked toward Ye Qingshi's direction—hadn't that guy stolen his talent for too long? It was time he came back, wasn't it?

Entering the council hall, Fang Can found the disciples gathered in a circle like worshippers, whispering prayers and reciting Yan Zhigang's "Supreme Supreme Glorious Radiant Divine Emperor Scripture."

Watching Ye Yonglie, who was conducting low-intensity hypnosis on everyone with a cheerful expression, Fang Can couldn't help but twitch his mouth, finding it too abstract.

If they did this every day, even non-believers would be forcibly hypnotized into fanatics.

Seeing Fang Can enter, Ye Yonglie stepped forward: "Omniscient, Omnipotent, Omnibenevolent Lord, you've arrived."

"Hmm," Fang Can asked: "Have you heard of Jie Jian Mountain?"

"Jie Jian Mountain? I've heard it's a force whose influence dominates all of Liangzhou, and its sect master, Hearing Liu Qingmeng, is an absolute top expert who has crossed the Ascension Path four times—far more terrifying than Hu Sha Men," Ye Yonglie answered with what he knew.

As he spoke, Yuan Dang, pretending to be hypnotized, sneered inwardly: 'Jie Jian Mountain's sect master? That's the one who'll be fucked by Fang Tian Di in the future?'

'Wait, didn't Fang Tian Di bed every woman with even a hint of looks above the Ascension Path in the future?'

'Mother and daughter, teacher and disciple, sister and sister, human and beast, big and small, cute and seductive, single and married…'

'All women with any power in the future will fall under your grasp.'

'You're a beast! Worse than a beast!' Yuan Dang raged inwardly.

'Hm?'

As Yuan Dang's hostility surged inwardly, Fang Can's gaze shifted right—his intuition instinctively drew his attention to this strange disciple.

Since their first meeting, this guy had always given him a strange feeling—surely hiding something?

'This guy—I'll keep a close eye on him. He doesn't seem like a good person,' Fang Can's superhuman intuition instantly bypassed the process and made its judgment.

Fang Can briefly withdrew his gaze and stared directly at Yuan Dang: "I've just met Hearing Liu Qingmeng. She said she'll block all Ascension Path cultivators for me."

"Then now, help me with something."

"Lord, command me," Yuan Dang bowed his head respectfully: "What do you need?"

"Enemies! I need many enemies now!"

In Ye Yonglie's stunned expression, Fang Can spread his hands and smiled:

"I need enemies like mountains and seas, enemies who can threaten me, enemies of different cultivation systems."

"Male enemies, female enemies, enemies who have awakened their Heart Image, enemies with rich combat experience."

(End of this chapter)