Chapter 58: Breaking the Heavenly Gate

"You are injured."

Pushing open the door, Ye Qingshi looked at the four deep purple bruised fist marks on Fang Can's chest and exclaimed in surprise.

"Just a minor injury, it won't take long to heal." Fang Can sat cross-legged and replied.

In fact, this was indeed the case; with the Tiger Subduing Dragon Golden Body's loose wrapping, elastic, and round force combined with force-dissipation, most of the force was deflected and eliminated.

The fist that should have shattered the breastbone left only several dark fist marks; under half a day of self-repair, the skin color shifted from black to blue-purple, and after one night, it would return to Bai Xi.

"Do you need to apply medicine?" Ye Qingshi couldn't help but say, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it, feeling she shouldn't have been soft-hearted.

"No need, it's late; just light a few candles," Fang Can said indifferently.

As Ye Qingshi lit the candles, Fang Can could feel that under the candlelight, cells were devouring excess heat bit by bit, transforming it into the purest life energy to heal his injuries.

Watching the handsome profile flickering in the candlelight, the young girl took a soft breath, moved close to Fang Can, and said, "I'm going to sleep; you can cultivate in peace."

After speaking, the young girl took off her small embroidered shoes, obediently curled up in the quilt, and left only her back facing Fang Can; the entire process was so natural that even she found it strange.

First time strange, second time familiar; throughout the night, Ye Qingshi no longer felt the panic and unease from before, treating the Fang Can beside her as a good-looking wooden figure, and after wandering thoughts, she fell into a deep sleep.

The night passed without words; at dawn, as soon as Ye Qingshi woke up, she saw the figure by the bed had vanished.

"Where is he? Has this guy changed his nature?" Her arm reached out from the warm quilt to rub her eyes, full of confusion.

At the same time, over three hundred li west of Chengxi, atop a Shanfeng piercing the clouds, Fang Can strolled along the narrow mountain path.

This was the gathering point of several martial arts halls; Fang Can hadn't walked long before a hearty laugh came from the distance, growing closer.

"Hahaha, you must be Fang Can, the expelled disciple of the Tiger Fury Gate," a bald man in loose martial arts attire jumped in front and said, "I heard early on that a genius had emerged nearby, with the courage to come knocking on his own."

"This time, including me, over thirty Xinxiang martial artists from within the Tiger Fury Gate have gathered here; luckily, I won the rock-paper-scissors match, so I came to block you."

"If you can't even pass my hurdle, then just wait to have your limbs broken and be taken back to the Tiger Fury Gate to report."

"It's just like a side-scrolling beat-'em-up game," Fang Can muttered in his heart.

Fang Can's gaze locked with the bald man's: "Since our eyes have met, let the battle begin."

Three minutes later, Fang Can stepped on the unconscious bald man's body and walked up the mountain; the next moment, a middle-aged man with a sharp nose and monkey-like face blocked his path.

"To defeat Zhao Liansheng, the 'Wuji Hand', indeed shows some skill, but you won't be so lucky this time."

The middle-aged man introduced himself: "I am Li Guanfei, at the Xuanguan eighth layer. I heard your stamina is good, but do you need to wait to recover your Xinxiang? Otherwise, I'm afraid that after winning, I'll be accused of an unfair victory."

"Enough, enough," Fang Can cut off the other man's chatter: "If you want to fight, start fighting; dawdling like this makes no sense."

One minute later, Fang Can stepped on Li Guanfei's body, took two deep breaths, and continued moving upward.

Next, he still had to face at least thirty Xinxiang martial artists; even one-on-one duels would be enough to give him a hard time.

Sure enough, after defeating the fifth martial artist, Fang Can's

Xinxiang was completely exhausted, leaving him to rely solely on pure killing to fight the opponent.

Although every attack from these Xinxiang martial artists was physically blocked, within the illusory space, Fang Can repeatedly experienced the illusion of being destroyed by the opponent, causing immense mental stimulation.

To this, Fang Can felt no fear or dread whatsoever, enduring the intense mental attacks while fighting the enemy.

After dying seventy-five times within the Xinxiang illusions, Fang Can's brain had become completely numb to pain.

Mental decline caused his punches to lack power, his steps to become loose, and his thoughts to slacken.

But随之 came his consciousness completely accepting the boundary between life and death, letting those false illusions churn within his mind.

Simply put, these illusions are fake; at least, a martial artist at the Tui Fan Qi realm cannot obliterate the physical body with willpower.

So as long as one ignores the terrifying pain the body transmits to the brain, even when facing countless illusions of being flayed, beheaded, or having hands and feet severed, one simply needs to keep the body moving.

After being killed over seven hundred times within the Xinxiang, Fang Can thrust a fist forward, directly smashing the martial artist's breastbone, embedding the opponent's entire body into the mountain wall.

"Pfft..." As a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, the martial artist said in disbelief: "How is it possible for you to resist my Xinxiang?"

"The first lesson of cultivation: the martial way stems from the heart; nothing is impossible. You've practiced martial arts until you're stupid, old stick-in-the-mud," Fang Can said coldly, shaking his arm slightly to reconnect the broken joint of his right arm.

After defeating the sixth Xinxiang martial artist, Fang Can continued forward, though this time his steps were a bit unsteady.

There are still over twenty martial artists ahead, so...

Damn it, when the worst is over, the best is coming!!!

Where is my supreme talent and foundation? Hurry up and surge out all at once!!!

Accompanied by an inner roar, Fang Can walked up the mountain slowly but firmly.

Night fell, the sun tilted west; Ye Yonglie and others guarded the martial arts hall entrance, their eyes full of worry.

Because since Fang Can left in the morning, he had not returned for a long time.

'Could it be that the Lord has...' The moment the thought arose in Ye Yonglie's heart, he immediately rejected it.

Because the God is omniscient, omnipotent, and omnibenevolent; failure is impossible.

Fang Can must have already defeated all those thirty-plus martial artists.

But apart from Ye Yonglie, the others' eyes were filled with anxiety; without the buff of a fanatic believer, they did not possess Ye Yonglie's firm conviction.

Amidst patient waiting, four figures approached from the distance.

No! It should be five figures!

Because on a man's arms, a white-clad youth with blood-stained clothes was being carried horizontally.

Relying on good eyesight, Ye Yonglie spotted from hundreds of meters away that the four approaching figures were Xinxiang martial artists, and the youth they carried horizontally was Fang Can.

However, the five approaching figures did not look good; either their clothes were bloodied or their bones were broken and tendons snapped.

Almost instantly, Ye Yonglie hurried over, disregarding the exposure of his believer identity, and snatched Fang Can from the hands of the martial artists.

Seeing that apart from dozens of broken bones throughout his body, Fang Can was otherwise fine and sleeping with even breaths, Ye Yonglie couldn't help but sigh in relief.

Looking up, Ye Yonglie said with a slightly hostile gaze: "What is the purpose of your visit, Hall Masters?"

"Naturally, to return our Lord to his room to rest," one Ye Ye Guanzhu said with a devout expression.

"Your Lord?" Ye Yonglie's tone carried confusion.

"Yes, we have all worshipped Fang Tian Di as our God," the martial artists said in unison.

(End of this chapter)