Chapter 72

At this moment, ignoring the thunderous roar in the sky, the base below was in complete chaos.

Researchers hastily abandoned their projects and prepared to flee, followed by one after another clone of Tang San appearing.

These clones now gathered together, staring in disbelief at the others around them who looked exactly like themselves.

“I’m the real Tang San! You imposters!”

With a loud cry, another Tang San, identical in appearance, stepped out from the doorway.

“Hmph, you say you’re Tang San—then where’s your Trident of the Sea God you just acquired?” one Tang San sneered.

“I summoned it from another world, so I lost the trident.”

“Same here—I was reincarnated, and the trident couldn’t come with me.”

“Then can you use Dragon Grasp and Crane Control? The real Tang San knows the Xuantian Art.”

“Of course I can—watch my Dragon Grasp and…” one Tang San froze mid-pose.

He remembered he knew the technique, but had completely forgotten how to perform it.

The room buzzed with murmurs; staring at the men around them—identical in face, hair, and build—their anger grew hotter.

“Lies! I’m Tang San!”

“I’m the real Tang San!”

“I’m genuine—you’re fake!”

…

In the sky, after the combined efforts of over a dozen municipal and provincial psychics, Liu Qingmeng finally exhausted her last bit of spiritual power and dissolved into mist.

In the Z City villa, Fang Can saw Liu Qingmeng’s expression momentarily freeze, then return to calmness—she stopped asking questions and walked out in silence.

‘What’s wrong with her…’

Fang Can silently evaluated, having just spent minutes explaining psychics to her, then turned back to his movie.

On the other side, Lan Huowang’s body, its bones shattered over large areas, shifted and reformed—after borrowing a healing psychic’s ability, his injuries visibly healed in moments.

Once restored, Lan Huowang exhaled lightly, reverted to his original form, and landed slowly.

“Things have gone beyond our expectations,” said a psychic from afar, his face grim. “We may need to reconsider our plans for the other world.”

“What do you mean?” asked another psychic, his face aged.

“The strength of martial artists from the other world exceeded my expectations. According to intelligence from this return, even a single Level Four Transcendence Path martial artist can match a national-level psychic.”

“And in every nation of that world, there are at least three such psychics.”

“We still lack information on Level Five or higher abilities. Perhaps we should try a more conciliatory approach.”

Hearing this, the psychics’ expressions darkened—they had spent their entire lives considering themselves superior, and now they were expected to negotiate gently with a group of non-psychics.

Among them, Lan Huowang had long since stopped listening and quietly slipped back to the base, only to see a group of Tangsans gathered, glaring at each other, arguing over who was the real one.

Seeing this, even he couldn’t help covering his face: “This is too damn Tang. What’s the difference between this and saying ‘I’m the Milk Dragon, I’m the real Milk Dragon’?”

“Next time, these test samples must be kept separate—what the hell are they doing mixed together?”

Thinking this, Lan Huowang turned to the lab researchers and ordered:

“Kill all these contaminated Tang San test samples. Bring in the next batch of clones and start over.”

…

As the night of hidden turmoil slowly passed, Fang Can woke up from his soft bed, brimming with energy.

He instinctively glanced beside him—Ye Qingshi’s familiar figure was gone, and he remembered: he had returned to his original world.

‘I’ve gotten used to life in the other world,’ Fang Can softly touched his head, then looked up at the calendar.

Suddenly, a doorbell rang, pulling his thoughts back.

He changed into modern clothing, took a few steps, and reached the door.

As he opened it, a beautiful woman with a curvaceous figure stood outside, holding a prepared, lavish breakfast in her hands.

She bent slightly, naturally revealing her cleavage, smiling warmly:

“Young Master Fang Can, this is today’s breakfast prepared for you. If you have any dietary restrictions or complaints, please let us know—we’ll replace it immediately.”

“Hmm, thank you,” Fang Can took the breakfast, smiled, then closed the door again.

Behind him, Jiang Ningan and Liu Qingmeng watched the scene calmly.

Both were Transcendence Path martial artists; daily flattery from ordinary people only grew more intense and grotesque, so they were long accustomed to it.

Seeing Fang Can enjoy his breakfast, Liu Qingmeng said coldly:

“Fang Can, your talent has far exceeded my expectations. Since I recommended you for the Nations’ Grand Tournament and you’ve proven your capacity, I must take responsibility for you.”

Fang Can paused mid-bite, looked up at Liu Qingmeng, who stared at him with seriousness:

“In the coming days in this world, I will do my best to guide you so you can reach the Transcendence Path as soon as possible.”

“Transcendence Path?” Fang Can frowned. “Didn’t you say only those at the Transformation Body stage could enter the Nations’ Grand Tournament? Why are you now pushing me to reach Transcendence Path?”

“Because the Nations’ Grand Tournament doesn’t forbid mid-competition breakthroughs,” Liu Qingmeng explained.

“As long as you enter Fangcun Mountain at the Transformation Body stage, your later growth is unrestricted.”

“That’s why, in every ten-year tournament, countless martial artists forcibly suppress their levels, then break through immediately after the tournament begins—and the champion of every tournament has never been a Transformation Body martial artist.”

‘So you can do that?’ Fang Can was momentarily stunned—he hadn’t expected such a tactic, like a boxer cutting weight before a fight.

Jiang Ningan’s expression shifted slightly—she hadn’t expected her master to believe Fang Can could win the championship.

But since he was willing to teach, Fang Can had no reason to refuse—he nodded. “Then I’m in your debt, Elder Liu. Should I become your disciple?”

“No need,” Liu Qingmeng shook her head. “First, describe your current situation—I need to understand your path to strength so I can teach you appropriately.”

Fang Can stood up and introduced himself: “My current realm is Xuan Guan Sixth Level. Within ten days, I should break through to the Ninth Level. I’ve also trained a secret technique called Bloodthirsty Surge, which forcibly boosts my strength.”

As Fang Can explained himself to Liu Qingmeng, in the city of Z, several men and women, dressed differently and each wearing a watch on their right arm, suddenly appeared atop a building.

“This world is the R-rated horror film ‘The Purge.’”

(End of Chapter)