Chapter 57: Eating and Drinking Water

Early morning, the gentle sunlight streamed into the room, illuminating the chamber.

Ye Qingshi slowly woke up and saw a bare-chested youth sitting cross-legged motionless at the head of the bed right before her.

The girl's eyes widened with a sharp hiss; her previously foggy mind instantly cleared, her gaze filled with surprise.

How did hugging lead to ending up in bed?

"You're awake." Facing away from the girl, Fang Can spoke indifferently, yet Ye Qingshi heard a strong aura of killing intent in his words.

"Go wash up. I'll give you half a shichen to stretch your legs, then come back and keep hugging me," Fang Can said with red-rimmed eyes.

Maintaining the Xiehu Shishen all night, he felt as if blood qi had invaded his brain; his mind seemed clouded from an overdose, as if he wanted to tear everything apart.

Gently patting her body to confirm her clothes were intact, Ye Qingshi couldn't help but sigh in relief, followed immediately by a lack of confidence in her own charm.

Giving a slight glare at the solid back before her, the girl offered no rebuttal and obediently ran out of the room.

Ignoring the other's retreating figure, Fang Can closed his eyes again.

It was still the same saying: for him now, the priority of practicing martial arts was far greater than deep communication with the opposite sex.

After all, while in a permanent genius state, both his willpower and judgment allowed him to always make rational choices, not swayed by his manhood.

But all this depended on the condition that mating would not promote martial arts cultivation.

If Fang Can obtained a technique that promoted realms through dual cultivation, he could transform from an absolutely rational sage into a calamity demon who would rape the world.

By then, starting with the Ye Qingshi before him, he might truly head toward the if-line in Yuan Dang's prophecy.

Although under the current steady progress, this merely delayed that time.

Fang Can spent the entire following morning practicing martial arts; as he slowly concluded his technique, his attributes showed a significant increase once more.

Name: Fang Can

Body: 5.8

Spirit: 5.8

Qi: 5.8

Flesh and Blood Mutation: 21.8%

'Finally, the second level of the Profound Gate.' Fang Can exhaled a murky breath; after a night of bitter training, his strength had increased by about one ton again.

At this rate, when his flesh and blood mutation reached 100%, his muscle limit explosion should be able to unleash forty tons of force.

Paired with Xiehu Shishen, it could stack up to one hundred tons, but was this the limit his body could currently reach?

Gently twisting his body to exit the room, Fang Can prepared to begin today's sparring.

In the distance, Yuan Dang, who was practicing martial arts in the courtyard, watched helplessly as Fang Can put on his clothes while emerging from his senior sister's room, his heart feeling as if it were bleeding.

The senior sister he couldn't bear to touch was actually being stood up and kicked by this thief Fang Can; only a few days had passed, and they were already sleeping in the same room.

Yuan Dang gritted his teeth looking at Fang Can's back: 'Fang Can, you are born a calamity demon; hidden within your heart's pursuit of the martial Dao lies the deepest desire of the human heart. For you, mating is as simple as eating and drinking water...'

At this moment, Fang Can, considered a calamity demon, was completely unaware of this; after obtaining the locations of today's three unlucky victims from Ye Yonglie, he hurriedly departed.

Below the Phantom Dream Tower, Fang Can did not pay a formal visit to the gate this time; instead, he skillfully used his Heart Image to crush through directly.

Sure enough, a few breaths later, an old man in black robes with a somewhat decayed appearance walked out with his hands behind his back.

"I am Fang Can below; I request the Fierce Ghost to spar in martial arts," Fang Can said with a bow of his hands...

Two incense sticks later, Fang Can wiped the fresh blood oozing from a broken patch on his cheek and strode away from the Phantom Dream Tower.

Behind him, a group of disciples surrounded their unconscious master, their eyes unable to hide their shock as they looked toward the direction Fang Can had left.

"The Fierce Ghost's Force-Dissolving Body was actually broken by a higher purity of Force-Dissolving," a veteran martial artist watching on the side said, his eyes unable to hide his astonishment.

The scene shifted to outside the Xuan'an Hall, seventy li away from here.

Fang Can endured three strikes from his opponent with extremely high-purity Force-Dissolving, then used a joint lock to twist the hall master's arm backward, breaking it and rendering him unable to practice martial arts for several days.

Throughout the entire process, he did not even activate Xiehu Shishen; purely relying on the Force-Dissolving learned from the previous Fierce Ghost, he had already ended the battle.

"My thanks for your courtesy," Fang Can said with a bow of his hands while wiping the fresh blood from his mouth, walking away into the distance under the hall master's helpless gaze.

Evening, Fang Can coughed blood while leaning against a wall as he walked out of the Mad Demon Alley, his clothes torn, his body covered in bruises, some blue, some purple.

Three consecutive fierce battles; to steal techniques, he had to prolong the fighting time, which led to exhausting his Heart Image during the battle, causing some twists and turns along the way.

Behind Fang Can, all the disciples of the entire Mad Demon Cave lay dead, their blood staining the ground.

These people wanted to surround and attack while Fang Can's Heart Image was exhausted; they deserved death, so he simply took a bit of time to kill them all.

Seeing the sky grow dark, Fang Can coughed blood while walking back toward the Fierce Sun Martial Hall.

The effect of these three battles today was extraordinarily obvious; besides the growth in technique, Fang Can's flesh and blood mutation degree increased again to 23.4%!

'Tomorrow, I'll just fight ten at once,' Fang Can thought, but immediately felt helpless because the distance between these martial artists was too great, and traveling would waste too much time.

'If only these people could gather together and challenge me one by one,' Fang Can couldn't help but think.

"Master, you have finally returned." Seeing Fang Can's figure, Ye Yonglie sighed in relief.

As for sticky blood and such, those were trivial matters; for a Wu Zhiren, losing a hand or having a limp were trivial matters.

As long as one didn't die on the spot, even if the head fell off, picking it up, putting it back on, wrapping it with gauze, and resting for a year and a half would allow recovery.

"Mm, pick out ten more people for me tomorrow," Fang Can instructed indifferently.

"There is something you need to know," Yan Zhi said from the side:

"Because you have been fighting against Heart Image martial artists who are slightly famous, news has already reached multiple martial halls, and they are preparing to unite."

"Oh, are they preparing to unite to punish me?" Fang Can's eyes lit up; he was just worried about not finding anyone.

"No, they are preparing to directly arrange a location for you to spar there directly, saving you the trouble of running around," Yan Zhi said.

"What did you say?" Fang Can widened his eyes, thinking he hadn't heard clearly; since when were those martial artists so easy to talk to?

"Oh, I heard the master of the Tiger Fiery Gate suspected the gate-crasher was an abandoned disciple from within the gate and was furious, feeling that an abandoned disciple from the gate could not be allowed to be so arrogant."

Yan Zhi scratched his head, puzzled: "So they ordered us to gather together and must defeat this abandoned disciple from the gate in an honorable manner, thereby upholding the prestige of the Tiger Fiery Gate."

Fang Can: "... The invisible hand of the Tiger Fiend Sect Master is still exerting force. How magnificent."

Yan Zhi and others, unaware of the inside story, muttered to themselves, unsure what the Tiger Fiend Sect Master was thinking. What was the difference from cramming for a test? Wasn't this raising a tiger only to have it harm you?

"Moreover, the people of the Tiger Fiend Sect must be regretting it so much their intestines have turned green," many outsiders, ignorant of the truth, said with schadenfreude.

To actually kick out such a potential stock! Now they are furious and suffering a huge loss, aren't they? What were they doing earlier?

(End of this chapter)