Chapter 68: Return to the Modern World

The Evil Tiger Devours the Body Technique is an ultimate martial art used in life-or-death struggles.

It is a divine art that gradually burns away talent, lifespan, and sanity.

Since its creation, no one has ever used such a life-risking technique as frequently as Fang Can.

Because although it maximizes combat power, the side effects are numerous.

But Fang Can is a unique exception, for his talent grows through the reversal of fortune—he fears no burning.

His lifespan is supported by dual buffs: the Immortal Sun Undying Demon Body and Unyielding Resolve; he now doubts whether he can even die of old age through normal means.

But beyond physical effects, Fang Can feels his personality has also been influenced, growing increasingly bloodthirsty.

Though not beyond rational control, his choices unconsciously lean toward paths drenched in blood.

Just now, if Ye Hua hadn’t begged for mercy, he might have crushed the opponent’s skull with a single punch.

Removing his eye patch, Fang Can looked at the wounded warriors before him—each likely needing months of recovery—and instinctively clenched his fist.

Around him, as he won, the believers’ shouts rose like mountains and seas, one wave after another.

Ignoring the clamor, Fang Can said to a nearby believer: “Bandage these men. We’ll cover their medical costs for this period.”

After speaking, he walked calmly off the arena, and a young girl immediately rushed forward.

“Are you brain-dead? Why stab yourself multiple times for no reason?” Ye Qingshi frowned, staring at Fang Can’s chest.

On Fang Can’s chest, the penetrating wounds that had already stopped bleeding reopened due to excessive exertion.

“It’s fine. My recovery is strong—just three puncture wounds.” Fang Can waved it off.

Now, only damage to the heart or brain could be truly fatal.

“Enough. Come with me to my room—I have medicinal powder there.” Ye Qingshi grabbed Fang Can’s arm and dragged him inside.

Along the way, watching the girl’s profile, Fang Can quietly sensed: ‘The Yang Ji Tai Lai boost… gone. Is it because Yuan Dang is imprisoned and no longer a threat?’

The girl didn’t notice Fang Can’s thoughts; she kept chattering on:

“I warn you—you can’t die. If you die, my father will force me to guard your tomb for life.”

“I’m still young. I can’t become a widow before you’re even buried.”

Listening to her constant warnings, within mere minutes under the sun, the bleeding on Fang Can’s chest had ceased, the wounds sealed shut.

He was now pondering: since this girl was now useless, should he distance himself from her?

“Hey, what are you staring at?” Ye Qingshi scolded, seeing Fang Can dazed. “Take off your shirt yourself—how else am I supposed to apply the medicine?”

“Alright, thanks for the trouble.” Fang Can obediently bared his chest for her to apply the ointment.

After coating the wounds with golden wound powder, the girl leaned in closer.

Seeing Fang Can’s puzzled look, she sighed: “Go train. Didn’t you say you wanted me to accompany you?”

“Alright.” Fang Can nodded silently, closed his eyes again, and resumed cultivation. He had already answered his earlier question: no need.

He wasn’t some naive youth—he understood that if an ancient girl had grown this intimate with him, she would remain faithful for life.

And since he was already familiar with Ye Qingshi, there was no real need to switch to someone else.

Besides, the girl was beautiful—keeping her by his side was pleasant to look at. He could always eat the forbidden fruit later when hungry.

Having made the decision, Fang Can let Ye Qingshi cling to him, closed his eyes, and resumed cultivation.

As his cells vibrated slowly, neurons-like cells centered on his heart began infecting surrounding cells, granting them capacity for thought.

In Fang Can’s understanding, the Heart Image originated from the brain.

The brain accounted for only 2%–3% of the entire body’s weight.

If the entire body could think like a brain, Fang Can’s Heart Image bar might be thirty to fifty times longer than that of peers.

At that point, his Heart Image would be nearly unmatched on the Ascension Path—even against multiple attackers, he wouldn’t need to rely solely on the Stone Gaze defense; he could strike first.

With these thoughts, Fang Can’s consciousness sank into stillness. Beside him, Ye Qingshi held him, her expression carrying a hint of understanding.

‘So it’s true—this guy’s body has an irresistible allure.’

Ye Qingshi judged. That morning, she’d already sensed something was off.

Now, after just initial contact, her body felt weak and limp.

‘First-class furnace vessel—not just a lecher, but his body is disgustingly well-developed.’ She spat inwardly.

Unaware of the girl’s thoughts, Fang Can sank into cultivation, and time passed slowly within his practice.

In just ten days, more and more martial artists sought to challenge him, and his follower group swelled.

Every day, Fang Can felt his body strengthening visibly in every aspect.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Inside the Sun Yang Dojo, Fang Can stood rooted to the earth, like a green pine embedded deep in the ground.

Around him, several martial artists of Xuanguan Third Layer pounded his body relentlessly.

No matter how hard they struck—even veins bulging from exertion—they left no mark on his skin.

After ten days of grueling training, Fang Can’s Tiger Subduing Dragon Body had reached perfection; under the tremor force, even full-force blows from Xuanguan Third Layer martial artists could not injure him.

The more he trained, the more he thanked the Tiger Demon Sect Master—the number one—for his selfless contribution.

No wonder he was a veteran of Ascension Path Second Layer—both techniques he gave were absolute treasures from the Transformation of the Mortal Body.

Compared to ordinary Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Cover, this art had virtually no weak points on the surface.

To break through, one could only target the mouth, genitals, or rely on pure brute force.

After ten days of training, Fang Can could now, in his normal state, fight ordinary Xuanguan Ninth Layer martial artists without using Evil Tiger Devours the Body.

“Hey, Ah Can, dinner’s ready.”

From afar, Ye Qingshi ran over, waving. She ordered Fang Can to eat, and the disciples around them wisely stopped.

“Alright, got it.”

Looking at the girl before him, Fang Can nodded.

Just as he stepped forward, the world before him twisted violently into chaos.

This familiar scene made Fang Can freeze—then he realized what had happened.

The next moment, when he regained awareness, a stunningly beautiful girl stood before him—no less lovely than Ye Qingshi.

Jiang Ningan stared blankly at Fang Can’s body, murmuring:

“You’ve reached Xuanguan… Sixth Layer?”

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(End of Chapter)