Chapter 59: Awakening

"They bowed to the Master as a god?"

Hearing the four hall masters say this, Ye Yonglie instinctively widened his eyes, suddenly feeling as though his niche subculture had unexpectedly broken into the mainstream.

"Yes." The hall master of Fenglei Martial Hall covered his nearly severed right arm and spoke devoutly:

"Lord Fang Can, alone and with the strength of the Second Realm of the Profound Gate, defeated thirty-five Heart-Image Wu Gong practitioners in one breath. Such spirit is beyond our reach."

The hall master of the Chaotic Beast Martial Hall nodded in agreement beside him:

"The Wu Gong techniques we practiced bitterly for decades were completely mastered in less than two incense sticks of combat. Such talent is unmatched, leaving me convinced and convinced."

As the several hall masters recounted the story, Ye Yonglie and the others roughly understood Fang Can's events of the day.

With Heart-Image exhausted, he pierced the barrier between life and death at the Second Realm of the Profound Gate, stubbornly withstood Heart-Image attacks without rest, and defeated dozens of Wu Gong practitioners in a row.

With such an astonishing battle record, it was no wonder that after the fight ended, four defeated Heart-Image Wu Gong practitioners defected, removed their armor, and bowed to Fang Can as a god.

"Then... Lord Fang Can is..."

Yan Zhi looked at Fang Can in Ye Yonglie's arms, his body completely soaked in fresh blood, large patches of bones shattered, dense blue-black and purple bruises covering the exposed skin, one penetrating wound even visible from front chest to back.

Yet although his appearance looked terribly miserable, his breathing was incredibly long and steady, sunk into deep sleep, his expression infinitely peaceful.

"After defeating us, Lord Fang Can leaned against the side to rest and asked us to bring him back." The Fenglei Hall master said.

Ye Yonglie nodded lightly, let the several people rest inside the hall, then handed the unconscious Fang Can to Ye Qingshi and ordered: "You will bathe and change clothes for the Master."

"I..." Ye Qingshi could not believe it, wondering if her own father was speaking human language.

"Should a man bathe the Master?" Ye Yonglie furrowed his thick eyebrows: "Are we even worthy?"

"Although you, daughter, are also unworthy, conditions are harsh now, so we can only temporarily inconvenience the Master." Ye Yonglie said.

Seeing this, Ye Qingshi could only grit her teeth and agree, after all she clearly knew it was completely impossible to reason with her own father now.

Since bowing to the god, her father had completely become Fang the filial son; without Fang Can he couldn't even speak, so expecting anything from him was hopeless.

Ye Qingshi looked at the several people present.

Fang Can was in a coma, Yan Zhi was a fence-sitter blindly siding with her father, and the remaining five were all Fang critics; at that moment she could only give up protesting. Bathing it is, what's the big deal.

Gritting her teeth, she carried Fang Can back to an ancient female boudoir that no detector could find, where a bath tub had already been placed with Ye Yonglie's help.

Clumsily stripping off Fang Can's battle-damaged outer clothes, she looked at the dense, shocking wounds on his Bai Xi and firm muscles.

This scene directly made her sigh that Wu Gong practitioners were all monsters; how could they not die from such injuries, and from her father and the others' conversation she could hear this was merely a small skin-breaking wound.

"But the figure is not bad." Looking at Fang Can's firm muscles, the girl instinctively pressed her finger onto them.

Feeling the sensation of her green-fingered hand pressing into the firm muscles and sinking slightly, two flushes of red appeared on the girl's cheeks; this sensation was so addictive she almost became hooked.

This figure was not just "not bad," it was simply perfect; the whole body was solid MUSCLE!

'Wait...'

Suddenly, she thought of something; her gaze moved step by step down from Fang Can's Bai Xi chest, passing over the obvious abdominal muscles to land on a clearly meaningful close-up.

'Could... could this... also require me to hand-wash it?'

Many things instinctively floated into Ye Qingshi's mind, such as eating a hot dog, licking a hot dog, and swallowing a hot dog.

Just imagining such scenes made the girl feel her spirit was polluted.

"Quack! Never mind, strip!"

With absolute will, Ye Qingshi grabbed both sides of Fang Can's trousers and yanked hard.

"Waah!"

Accompanied by a low roar, Fang Can sat up from the bed; outside the window, daylight was already bright.

In the dream just now, he vaguely dreamed of being ultimately insulted by the Four Sisters.

Those people gently rubbed, twisted, stroked, and teased all the muscles 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." A bell-like voice sounded beside his ear; Fang Can turned his head and saw Ye Qingshi glaring at him with a red face.

"Mm." Fang Can responded lightly, feeling that his originally broken body had recovered about seventy or eighty percent after a night's rest.

Of course, most importantly, after yesterday's battle, his strength had made substantial progress.

Name: Fang Can

Body: 5.8→6.2

Spirit: 5.8→7.3

Qi: 5.8→6.2

Description Column:

Flesh Aberration: 21.8→37.5%

Manifested technique: "Rock Observation"

"Great Sun Indestructible Demon Body 1.1"

Gently clenching his fist, Fang Can could feel his body thinking.

This was not an illusion; simply because after yesterday's battle, Fang Can successfully made the flesh near his own heart initially possess the characteristics of neurons.

That is to say, even if his brain fell into shock now, as long as his heart still possessed blood-pumping function, he could transmit his thoughts throughout his entire body via the blood.

Unless both the heart and brain, the two major weak points, were destroyed simultaneously, he would fight on forever like a Terminator.

'Next, I must advance further, transforming every cell in my body into flesh with neuronal characteristics, until finally every single cell in my body can simultaneously possess the traits of all cell types.' Fang Can pondered in his heart.

'And the Rock Force...'

"Hey! Don't ignore me." While Fang Can was pondering, Ye Qingshi beside him said resentfully: "After all, I was the one who bathed you last night."

"Mm, thanks. If there's a chance later, I'll wash you back." Fang Can said casually, then got off the bed and left before the girl's shocked gaze.

"Hey... wait, are you sick?"

Ye Qingshi was completely out of temper; if she hadn't measured him with her own hands yesterday, she would have suspected this fellow was pickled too.

Stepping out of the courtyard, Fang Can saw several Hall Masters approaching head-on, though their expressions were all far from pleasant.

"Did something happen?" Fang Can asked proactively.

"We don't know who leaked the news that the Master is here; now everyone outside is spreading that Fang Can is at the Blazing Sun Martial Hall," Ye Ye Guanzhu Feng Lei said with a grim face.

Given Fang Can's fame that now shakes all the nations, countless martial artists are rushing this way, hoping to gain renown by crushing geniuses.

And now, directly exposing Fang Can's whereabouts has pushed him straight to the eye of the storm.

After all, for many, being able to snuff out a genius who will surely reach the Path to Ascension while still in the Shedding Mortal Flesh realm is simply explosively satisfying.

"So, does that mean a huge wave of enemies will soon be surging over?" Fang Can's lips curled slightly.

(End of this chapter)