[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy":3,"chapter-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-74":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","This High Martial World Is Too Crazy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2300962,4500,"Chapter 74: Use Your Brain!","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-74",74,"\u003Cp>'Again with the physique...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Liu Qingmeng’s description, Fang Can felt a flicker of irritation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he began training in Wu Gong, countless people had told him he was too short, too thin, too weak...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone without exception told him he was too frail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His height of one meter eighty and his muscular, sculpted physique were aesthetically perfect—but before those martial artists, all of whom stood over two meters tall, he simply looked inadequate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Fang Can looked at Liu Qingmeng’s figure, its curves unmistakable beneath her robe, and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Given your figure and Jiang’s, why don’t you train like those male martial artists instead of keeping your natural form?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Me?' Liu Qingmeng’s blue hair swayed slightly as she replied calmly: 'Because I don’t want to. My Dao lies beyond martial arts; I need not sacrifice everything for the martial path. To persist blindly may lead to the opposite of what you seek.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'But you are different,' Liu Qingmeng fixed her gaze on Fang Can’s eyes and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I see ambition in your eyes. You wish to become the strongest—and you have the talent to do so. Those who pursue perfection must fear no hardship, win every battle, for a single defeat will shatter your Dao-heart.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, I have a secret technique that can compensate for your congenital deficiencies. With your talent, within a month you can grow to two meters twenty—enough to match Xiang Xitao in strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Liu Qingmeng spoke, she watched Fang Can, waiting for his choice—but the boy shook his head firmly: 'No thanks.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Certain? This is your best chance,' Liu Qingmeng confirmed. 'Even if you’re beaten until your Dao-heart shatters?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can bowed with a smile: 'Thank you, Elder Liu, but I still decline. As for winning the Grand Competition, I’ll rely on my own wit. If it’s strength they want, I already have a little idea.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Very well. Since you insist on your path, I won’t dissuade you.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingmeng no longer pressed, but continued: 'Then let’s move to the next matter: your plan to transform your entire body into thinking flesh.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I must say, your idea is highly innovative—but forging a new path is always the hardest, especially when it’s mere fantasy.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'It’s not fantasy,' Fang Can pointed to his head. 'My body already contains neurons and brain cells. If I spread their properties throughout my body like a cellular infection, that’s enough.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Enough?' Liu Qingmeng asked abruptly. 'Then tell me—how do you know your body contains a brain?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can thought her question absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brain cells? Biology textbooks and X-rays prove it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, he’d opened skulls for other martial artists before—he’d seen the color of their brain matter with his own eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Fang Can’s expression of utter certainty, Liu Qingmeng sighed: 'You’re a blockhead. If you want to turn your whole body into a brain, you must personally experience your own mental activity.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Tell me—have you ever seen the color of your own brain? Have you touched its texture? Have you smelled its odor?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Uh... so you mean...' Fang Can, baffled, asked instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingmeng softly uttered two words: 'Craniotomy.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Feel the weight of your brain. Touch its folds. Observe its color.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Craniotomy? Won’t I die?' Fang Can’s expression changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Does a human die without a brain?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Of course... wait, I wouldn’t.' Fang Can instinctively scratched his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'You’ve already made your heart think,' Liu Qingmeng said, watching him. 'You’re bound by conventional thinking: no brain, no life. But you’re different.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'You made your heart think precisely so you could fight even if your brain was destroyed. If so, why can’t you be the first to destroy your own brain?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'That logic...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can felt as if struck by lightning. His eyes widened in disbelief. This was the mind of a Fourth Step of Ascending Heaven? Brilliant beyond words!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Fang Can hesitate, Liu Qingmeng fell silent and acted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant, a blue current flashed, piercing his forehead and lifting his entire skull cap clean off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can felt his skull grow cold, then searing pain rose from his scalp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suppress the urge to heal. I’ve opened your skull. Now, realize it for yourself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingmeng spoke and left without delay, drifting away gracefully—yet with the current, her outward age shrank again by several years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to Liu Qingmeng’s words, Fang Can instinctively touched his head. His scalp felt cool; his skull was already healing, stopping the bleeding and pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since his head was already open, he forcibly suppressed his body’s urge to absorb sunlight, resisting healing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, he clutched his head to keep his brain from spilling out and ran to the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw at once that Liu Qingmeng’s strike had been perfectly controlled—only the skull cap was lifted, with minimal damage to the brain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'But... so this is what my brain looks like.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can stroked his chin, staring at his exposed brain. Since it was his own, he felt no revulsion—only familiarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he observed it, the infection speed of his body’s neurons and cells doubled instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This surge of progress thrilled him. No wonder she was a Fourth Step of Ascending Heaven—just a single word of advice brought him such advancement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then recalled her words: feel the weight of your brain, smell its odor, hear its tremors, touch its texture...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, Fang Can was nervous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he’d trained his heart to think, this was the first time he’d removed his own brain—and he was afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if he failed? That would be ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'But... all my thoughts come from my brain. This feeling is strange—am I thinking this, or is my brain making me think it?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Can’s lips curled into a strange smile. Slowly, he raised his hands toward his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Touch... touched it. This tofu-like texture—but firmer.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he touched it, he felt no pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brain has no pain receptors—so even if it rotted, he’d feel nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, as he gently pulled his arm upward, Fang Can felt like a computer unplugged—his eyes rolled back, about to shut down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the backup power activated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the brain as primary power cut, his heart took over thinking. Fang Can’s vacant eyes instantly regained awareness, fixing on his reflection in the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1051,"2026-06-20T07:05:46.054Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","dae97d64f49d1a6906b1a677262c55f69da3fb9a7c041253d12f9716452e4379","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-75","this-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-chapter-73",368,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-high-martial-world-is-too-crazy-cover.jpg"]