Chapter 69: Shuttling Between Worlds

Inside the villa, lights blazed brightly as Fang Can, bare-chested, surveyed the interior decor.

The furnishings matched exactly what he had left behind, but for Fang Can, now accustomed to ancient aesthetics, it felt like a world apart.

‘Finally back. Tonight, I must take a hot shower first, then turn the AC to max, grab chips and drinks, wrap myself in a blanket, and enjoy a classic movie from before the Great Collapse, then sleep soundly.’

Suddenly back in this familiar environment, Fang Can’s tense nerves, stretched for a month, softened, and he couldn’t help but think this.

But before him, Jiang Ningan’s composure was far from steady—she stared in disbelief at the muscular figure before her.

‘Snap!’

With a sharp crack, Fang Can was stunned to find his arm gripped by Jiang Ningan.

Jiang Ningan gazed at the flawless body before her, her eyes glazed, her breath deepening involuntarily.

‘Xuanguan Sixth Level… how is it possible to reach it this fast? That makes no sense! It’s only been half a month—I took nearly half a year myself!’

‘Uh… Senior Jiang, is there something you need?’ Fang Can hesitated, unsettled by her intense female gaze.

He even began pondering: if a Xuanguan Third Level female rogue harbored ill intent, what could a mere Xuanguan Sixth Level boy do to protect his chastity?

The girl finally snapped out of it, her cheeks flushed, stepping back two paces to put distance between herself and the body saturated with male pheromones.

‘I remember when we parted, you hadn’t even reached Xuanguan First Level… how did you get this far in fifteen days?’

‘I told you I’m a prodigy. Senior, after living with me this long, you should’ve expected this.’ Fang Can smiled.

‘I thought you’d barely make it to Xuanguan Second Level,’ the girl pouted slightly, voice tinged with disappointment—this kind of talent crushing was unbearable.

Fang Can smiled and said nothing further; his current realm was still suppressed, left to grow wild and unchecked.

Most of his focus remained on combat and killing.

Realizing she had no air of a senior’s authority, the girl cleared her throat and said:

‘At this rate, if you choose to break through, you might reach Xuanguan Ninth Level within a month, then prepare for the Heavenly Path.’

‘But… I still don’t recommend you enter the Heavenly Path yet. At least wait another year to consolidate.’ The girl volunteered the explanation.

After all, if she didn’t explain now, the next time she saw the boy, he might have already shed his mortal form entirely.

‘Why? What’s the reasoning?’ Fang Can asked.

‘When you step onto the Heavenly Path, your innermost choice will give birth to a corresponding inheritance.’

‘The inheritance manifests as an ability reflecting your inner self: a glutton might gain strength by eating meat; a man obsessed with life might gain immortality.’

‘The more resolute the spirit, the richer the body, the more varied the past experiences of a martial artist, the greater the difference in the inherited ability that manifests.’

‘Got it. I need to hold back my advancement and focus on my foundation,’ Fang Can summed up simply.

Jiang Ningan nodded slightly in agreement: ‘So I hope you’ll solidify your foundation for a while—at least long enough to participate in the Grand Alliance Tournament a month from now.’

‘So what exactly is this “Grand Alliance Tournament”?’ Fang Can asked—he’d heard the term several times already.

‘It’s a gathering of the top talents from all nations, a free-for-all battle held every ten years.’

‘The victor gains a chance to double their Inner Light, greatly amplifying the inheritance they manifest.’

Jiang Ningan glanced at Fang Can and added: ‘Given your current advancement speed, you’ll likely have a chance to enter Fangcun Mountain soon. It’s worth seeing—but don’t even dream of a high ranking.’

Fang Can nodded slightly, signaling understanding, though inwardly he dismissed it.

If he was going to enter, not winning first place would be too embarrassing—if he couldn’t be the strongest in his generation, what was the point?

Jiang Ningan, sensing his thoughts, smiled faintly but said nothing.

Let him learn for himself once the Grand Alliance Tournament began—he’d realize he had no chance of winning, because this wasn’t a fair contest to begin with.

After all, Fang Can would face not merely martial artists of his own level, but countless prodigies who had already crossed into the Heavenly Path.

Between shedding the mortal form and entering the Heavenly Path lay an insurmountable chasm.

As Fang Can and Jiang Ningan spoke, the villa’s lights flickered, then a humanoid figure composed of pure electricity appeared.

Instantly, Fang Can stepped back several paces, his expression wary as he stared at the electric humanoid before him.

Within his Foji Tailai, he sensed no threat from the figure.

But why now? And why appear this way? Was this some psychic with curiosity about him?

‘Fang Can, don’t worry—this is my master,’ Jiang Ningan smiled beside him.

‘Your master? Then that means…’ Fang Can’s mind immediately conjured a slender silhouette.

Indeed, the next moment, the electric figure spoke with a faint electronic tone: ‘Indeed. To reach Xuanguan Sixth Level in just ten days—unexpected.’

As she spoke, the electric form solidified, resolving into a breathtakingly beautiful woman with knee-length blue hair, clad in pure white silk.

‘Liu Qingmeng…’ Fang Can recalled their recent meeting, stunned that she had somehow reached this world.

‘Don’t be shocked—this is merely a spiritual-energy avatar. Across worlds, I cannot connect with my true body.’

‘Had I not borrowed Jiang Ningan’s body to slip through, even Sixth Transformation wouldn’t have forced entry.’

Liu Qingmeng’s icy expression remained unreadable: ‘This form holds less than one percent of my full power—only enough to scout this world’s information.’

Even with this explanation, Fang Can found it absurd.

He had once wondered whether martial mastery could pierce between worlds, yet seeing it done by this woman still stunned him.

He recalled Ye Yonglie’s earlier description: Liu Qingmeng, a supreme expert of Heavenly Path Sixth Transformation. Now he grasped the weight of those words.

He glanced sidelong at Jiang Ningan beside him—she was Heavenly Path Third Transformation. Just one level apart, yet the difference was this vast?

‘But haven’t you been naked long enough?’

Liu Qingmeng frowned at Fang Can as if staring at a man who had violated male virtue, then ordered: ‘Put on your clothes before we continue.’

Without protest, Fang Can nodded, picked up fresh clothes, and stepped into the nearby bathroom to take a proper shower.

(End of Chapter)