Chapter 59: Awakening

“Worshiped him as a god?”

Hearing the four masters say this, Ye Yonglie instinctively widened his eyes, suddenly feeling as if his obscure subculture had suddenly gone mainstream.

“Yes,” said the master of Fenglei Martial Arts Hall, clutching his nearly severed right arm with devout awe:

“Master Fang Can, alone and at the Second Xuanguan level, defeated thirty-five Heart-Phase martial artists in one continuous bout—such spirit is beyond our reach.”

The master of Luanshou Martial Arts Hall nodded in agreement:

“After decades of rigorous training, our martial techniques were utterly mastered in less than two incense sticks of combat—his talent is unmatched, and I submit wholeheartedly.”

As the masters recounted, Ye Yonglie and the others gradually understood what had transpired during Fang Can’s daytime battle.

Even after exhausting his Heart-Phase, he shattered the barrier between life and death at the Second Xuanguan level, enduring relentless Heart-Phase attacks without rest and defeating dozens of martial artists.

With such astonishing achievements, it was no surprise that four defeated Heart-Phase martial artists had defected, laid down their arms, and worshiped Fang Can as a god.

“Then… is Master Fang Can…?”

Yan Zhi stared at Fang Can in Ye Yonglie’s hands—his entire body drenched in blood, large sections of bones shattered, dark blue and purple contusions covering exposed skin, one penetrating wound visible from front to back.

Yet despite his horrific appearance, his breathing was deep and steady, and he lay in profound sleep with an expression of perfect peace.

“After defeating us, Master Fang Can leaned aside to rest and instructed us to bring him back,” said the Fenglei master.

Ye Yonglie nodded gently, had the men rest inside the hall, then handed the unconscious Fang Can to Ye Qingshi and ordered: “You will bathe and change his clothes.”

“I…?” Ye Qingshi could hardly believe it—was her father speaking sense?

“Are you suggesting we let a man bathe him?” Ye Yonglie scowled, eyebrows knotted. “Do we even qualify?”

“Though you, daughter, don’t qualify either, conditions are harsh now—we can only temporarily burden him with this,” Ye Yonglie said.

Seeing no alternative, Ye Qingshi gritted her teeth and agreed—she knew arguing with her father was pointless.

Ever since worshipping him as a god, her father had become a complete Fang Can devotee—he couldn’t even speak without mentioning Fang Can; expecting reason from him was impossible.

Ye Qingshi looked at the people present.

Fang Can was unconscious; Yan Zhi was a flip-flopper blindly siding with her father; the remaining five were all Fang Can worshippers. She gave up protesting—fine, bathe him, what’s the big deal?

She gritted her teeth, hoisted Fang Can onto her shoulder, and carried him to an ancient female’s private chamber no detector could locate—already prepared with a bathtub, thanks to Ye Yonglie’s help.

Clumsily stripping off Fang Can’s battle-damaged outer garments, she stared at the countless, horrifying wounds crisscrossing his fair, taut muscles.

This sight made her marvel—martial artists were monsters; he hadn’t died from this, and from her father’s words, she understood these were merely superficial injuries.

“Still, his physique isn’t bad.” Gazing at Fang Can’s firm muscles, the girl unconsciously pressed her finger against them.

Feeling the soft indentation of her slender fingers sinking into his taut flesh, her cheeks flushed crimson—this sensation was so intoxicating she almost craved more.

This physique wasn’t just good—it was perfect; every inch of him was solid MUSCLE!

‘Wait…’

Suddenly, she realized something—her gaze drifted slowly down from Fang Can’s fair chest, past his defined abs, landing on the unmistakable close-up.

‘Could… could I really have to wash this too?’

Images flooded her mind—eating hot dogs, licking hot dogs, swallowing hot dogs.

Merely imagining them polluted her spirit.

“Caw! Forget it—rip!”

With absolute resolve, Ye Qingshi grabbed the sides of Fang Can’s pants and yanked hard.

“Whoa!”

With a low growl, Fang Can sat upright on the bed—the sky outside was already bright.

In his dream, he’d vaguely felt himself being utterly humiliated by four gay guys.

They had gently kneaded, rubbed, twisted, and plucked at every muscle on his body—including the hot dog.

‘Damn it—is this a nightmare or a wet dream?’ Fang Can couldn’t help but feel speechless.

“You’re awake,” came a bell-like voice beside him. Fang Can turned his head to see Ye Qingshi, cheeks flushed, glaring at him.

“Mm.” Fang Can murmured softly—he felt his shattered body had recovered seven or eight tenths after a night’s rest.

More importantly, after yesterday’s battle, his strength had made tremendous progress.

Name: Fang Can

Body: 5.8 → 6.2

Spirit: 5.8 → 7.3

Qi: 5.8 → 6.2

Notes:

Flesh Alteration: 21.8% → 37.5%

Manifested Technique: “Stony Contemplation”

“Great Sun Indestructible Demon Body 1.1”

…

He clenched his fist gently and felt his body thinking.

It wasn’t an illusion—after yesterday’s battle, Fang Can had granted his heart-region flesh rudimentary neural properties.

Meaning, even if his brain fell into shock, as long as his heart still pumped blood, he could transmit his thoughts throughout his body via his bloodstream.

Unless both his heart and brain were destroyed simultaneously, he would fight on like a Terminator.

‘Next, I must go further—transform every cell into flesh with neural properties, until every single cell possesses all cellular traits simultaneously,’ Fang Can thought.

‘And the Stony Force…’

“Hey! Don’t ignore me!” As Fang Can pondered, Ye Qingshi beside him sighed bitterly: “I bathed you last night, you know.”

“Mm, thanks. Next time, I’ll bathe you in return,” Fang Can said casually, then got out of bed and walked away, leaving the girl stunned.

“Hey… wait, are you insane?”

Ye Qingshi had lost all patience—if she hadn’t measured him herself yesterday, she’d suspect he’d been pickled too.

Stepping out of the compound, Fang Can saw several masters approaching—but their expressions were grim.

“What’s happened?” Fang Can asked.

“Someone leaked news of your whereabouts here—now everyone’s saying Fang Can is at Liyang Martial Arts Hall,” said the Fenglei master, face dark.

With Fang Can’s fame sweeping across nations, countless martial artists are rushing here, hoping to gain prestige by crushing a prodigy.

Now that his location is exposed, he’s been thrust straight into the eye of the storm.

After all, for many, killing a genius destined for the Ascension Path while still at the Transformation Body stage is pure ecstasy.

“So, a large wave of enemies is coming soon?” Fang Can’s lips curled slightly.

(End of Chapter)