Chapter 7: A Small Opening Doesn't Count as an Opening

"Crazy?" Fang Can asked, full of surprise.

Yang Lie nodded seriously and said, "That genius read too much and started questioning the existence of the martial way. He claimed that the human body has no meridians at all, that the world must have a downward force restricting it, and that his master could not possibly float in mid-air without any basis."

"In the end, he even wanted his master to cooperate with his research to explore how humans can fly, which directly led to him being expelled from the sect by the furious Zhang Sect of the Great Profound Gate."

"After leaving the sect, according to rumors, that genius's realm began to slowly decline until he ultimately fell from his realm and returned to being a mere mortal."

"I heard he was later betrothed by his fiancée. All because he read a few extra books. Isn't reading scary?" Yang Lie said with absolute conviction.

'My goodness, a perfectly good scientist was led astray by the brutes of the martial world.' Fang Can couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"So, there's no need to learn to read at all. If there's a manual you can't read, just have those scholars with no strength read it to us. If you're afraid of being deceived, find a few more to prevent collusion. You just need to believe in your own strength."

After finishing, Yang Lie waved his hand and said, "Go memorize your acupoints. If you don't generate a sensation of Qi after a month, it means you're not cut out for this, so go report to the menial quarters on your own."

After speaking, Yang Lie turned his back, walked leisurely toward the distance, leaving only Fang Can staring blankly at the iron man before him.

'Why does it feel like... everyone in this world is a Heartless One?' Fang Can murmured in his heart.

Why is it that the more one retains their original saintly nature, the more they can excel in the martial way? Isn't the number one genius of the martial way born with the Ding Zhen Saint Body?

From just a few words from Yang Lie, Fang Can knew that the martial way of this world and scientific research were completely opposite things.

After all, science is a method for exploring natural laws, possessing repeatability and being falsifiable.

But the martial way of this world is, in a sense, a subjective fanatical religion. Once past beliefs are proven wrong, the Dao heart shatters and all power is lost immediately.

"Damn, a bunch of lunatics," Fang Can cursed, but still approached the iron man, preparing to memorize these eighty-eight acupoints.

After glancing over and confirming the location of each acupoint, Fang Can stopped looking and turned his gaze to the group of fellow disciples in the distance, each displaying their own supernatural abilities.

Foot techniques, Palm Techniques, Fist Techniques, Blade Techniques, Spear Techniques...

Various Wu Gong moves were displayed on these disciples of the Tiger Fierce Gate, each one fierce and domineering. Naturally, some were practicing the Tiger Devouring Fist Technique.

Watching silently for a few minutes, Fang Can took a light breath; he was preparing to take medicine and cheat.

Thinking this, Fang Can took out a sealed bag from his person, containing seven transparent, colorless pills.

The scientific name of this pill is arsenic trioxide; in the Jianghu, it is known as Arsenic or Crane Top Red. Once swallowed and dissolved in the stomach, a mass of merely 0.1g is enough to cause death.

And in the bag held by Fang Can, each pill contained at least double the lethal dose. Once swallowed, once the external capsule is digested, Fang Can's doomsday would arrive.

As a superpowered being, one naturally needs to develop and utilize their superpowers.

And Fang Can's superpower is "Misfortune Turns to Fortune," which can only be triggered in negative environments. Under normal circumstances, apart from being a bit handsome, he was no different from an ordinary person.

So, how to stimulate his superpower in a reasonable and safe manner was a problem.

Since there was no danger, why not create danger himself to trigger the superpower?

And this small bag of arsenic was made by someone he paid, a former rich second-generation heir.

Each grain of arsenic was wrapped in an edible, digestible soft capsule, which would be dissolved by stomach acid in about an hour. At that time, once it reacted with the body, Fang Can would die in agony with blood flowing from his seven orifices before long.

But although it might be fatal, the closer he got to death, the more his superpower would be stimulated.

As death approached step by step, Fang Can's superpower would correspondingly raise his talent to heights unattainable by ordinary people.

All along, to prevent unexpected situations, he carried these pills with him to become a little genius whenever needed.

And this time, after crossing over, these pills stored close to his body naturally came along with the pajamas on his person.

'So, pour forth, my talent.'

The corners of Fang Can's mouth curled up slightly as he took a transparent pill from the clear plastic and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Gulp!" With the swallow, the arsenic entered his body completely.

In the instant it went down, as the possibility of death increased, Fang Can's passive ability was triggered directly.

In an instant, Fang Can felt a tingling numbness in the nerve endings of his brain, and the whole world became vivid.

Just as a blind man could see and a lame man could run, Fang Can felt his body full of vitality, while his spirit remained exceptionally calm.

Negative emotions affecting the body, such as laziness and lust, were suppressed, replaced by a rationality dominating his thoughts.

The accelerated heartbeat, the weapons waving in the distance, and the shouts were all forcibly stuffed into Fang Can's brain, while things previously ignored and forgotten could be easily retrieved.

As various kinds of information were processed and absorbed at super-high speed, the genius-ized him had already firmly memorized the locations of the eighty-eight acupoints he had just glanced at.

'This is the gap between a genius and an ordinary person,' Fang Can muttered to himself.

But he knew this was only the beginning; he was not yet at his peak state.

In the next hour, as the capsule in his stomach was further corroded, his talent would transform and improve step by step.

Until the moment of death and withering arrives, his talent and luck will reach an extreme.

Of course, as long as he induces vomiting beforehand to forcibly remove the arsenic from his stomach, the crisis will naturally be resolved.

Fang Can looked indifferently at the fellow disciples practicing martial arts before him: 'So... let me see if your so-called martial way is subjective enough?'

'Or if my talent and luck are superior.'

With the surge of these thoughts, the Tiger Devouring Fist Technique he had just skimmed was completely memorized.

And the techniques practiced by these disciples before him began to be analyzed one by one in Fang Can's eyes.

Description:

Detected that the host is in a hostile environment... Triggering Talent 1... Corresponding hidden attributes increased...

【Tiger Devouring Fist Technique Level 32】 Acquired

【Unknown Staff Technique】 Analyzed 3%

【Unknown Spear Technique】 Analyzed 1%

【Unknown Palm Technique】 Analyzed 5%

【Unknown Leg Technique】 Analyzed 2%

What no one knew was that in the eyes of a newly admitted disciple, the moves they practiced were learned with ease.

(End of Chapter)