Chapter 77: One Drop of Blood Rule

Under the captain’s explanation, the teams realized there was indeed hope of victory, and their mindsets eased considerably.

“There’s still one problem,” said the scar-faced white captain, holding the Fuxing Potion. “What secret is hidden inside Fang Can’s villa?”

“In the movie, the protagonist attacks anyone who tries to enter the villa—the director said it’s a setup for the sixth film. Maybe there’s something valuable inside,” said a teammate, nodding slowly.

“So on Carnival Day, while Fang Can is away, we send two people to raid his hideout—maybe it’ll trigger a side quest,” the captain analyzed.

“Makes sense. We’ll do it that way then.”

The captain nodded in agreement. “It’s settled: on Carnival Day, Team One raids Fang Can’s hideout, while Team Two joins forces with Great King to attack Fang Can directly.”

…

After finishing his conversation with Qu Hua, Fang Can had no intention of wandering outside—he returned straight to his villa.

“How did the talk go?” Jiang Ningan asked curiously as he entered.

“It’s settled. On Carnival Day, they’ve agreed to protect the civilians too,” Fang Can smiled.

“That’s good. This country is absurd—its rulers treat human lives like a game, no different from those barbarians of Da Chu,” Jiang Ningan said.

“Do similar things happen in the neighboring countries of Da Chu?” Fang Can asked curiously.

“Of course. In all of Da Chu, there is only one kind of person,” Jiang Ningan said slowly.

Fang Can frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Simple. Every person in the nation carries the blood of Xiang Tiankuang, the founding emperor of Da Chu. Everyone in Da Chu is his descendant.”

“All billions of them?”

“Of course. Xiang Tiankuang’s Dominant Blood has extraordinary power—the higher the purity, the greater the innate talent.”

“So to purify the bloodline, Xiang Tiankuang began breeding wildly, spreading his blood throughout Da Chu.”

“By the fifth generation, he issued an order: no one without Dominant Blood in Da Chu may practice martial arts. Thus, the ‘One Drop of Blood Rule’ was enforced.”

“Anyone with even a single drop of Da Chu blood is considered a citizen. Bloodline identity overrides social status, and no outsider without Da Chu Dominant Blood within three generations may reside permanently in Da Chu.”

“As a result, today, all of Da Chu is composed of Xiang clan members. Since everyone possesses Dominant Blood, men are tall and muscular, women are alluring—and the purer the blood, the more extreme the traits.”

That’s why most of the Dragon Hidden in the Depths on the Heavenly Mechanism List are dominated by these barbarians—most nations use this method.

‘What kind of incestuous necromancer rule is this in another world…’ Fang Can nearly lost his composure.

No wonder the Dragon Hidden in the Depths List is entirely occupied by these Da Chu people—they’re essentially biological weapons forged from the blood of Heaven-Ascension martial artists.

Fang Can had wanted to ask if such close kin marriage carried genetic risks.

But then he remembered: these were the genes of Heaven-Ascension martial artists above the Fourth Transformation. If they couldn’t even eliminate the problems of inbreeding, they’d be too pathetic.

While Fang Can and Jiang Ningan chatted, a blue-haired girl, about seventeen years old, stepped out from inside the house.

This was Liu Qingmeng’s avatar in this world.

Most of her power had been consumed in battle against the superpowered individuals, leaving only a tiny fraction of energy—insufficient even to maintain her form.

In just a few days, her avatar’s appearance had shifted from a cold, mature woman of twenty-five to a chilly girl of seventeen or eighteen. Fang Can estimated her bust had shrunk from a D to a C.

“Fang Can, at your current pace, in a few more days, your body will have transformed into flesh capable of thought.”

“According to your next goal, you must endow every cell in your body with full functionality. Now you must attempt to turn your fists into a brain.”

Liu Qingmeng’s voice was cold, but her younger age made her seem less imposing.

Fang Can naturally understood her words: if muscles had already become a brain, then the brain must now acquire the properties of muscle.

Then his entire body would become one solid block—his organs, even his brain matter, harder than steel and more resilient than rubber, truly without a single vulnerability.

At that point, even if Fang Can himself removed his brain matter from his skull and let an ordinary person slash at it with a sword, it would only spark—never break.

Thinking of this, even Liu Qingmeng couldn’t help but be astonished by Fang Can’s talent—he had actually cultivated the Inferior Technique, the Great Sun Indestructible Demon Body.

Yes, to Liu Qingmeng, the Great Sun Indestructible Demon Body was an Inferior Technique. To achieve effects like absorbing sunlight, flesh metamorphosis, and bodily mutation at the Transformation of Mortal Flesh stage required a tremendous cost.

Someone whose name he refused to reveal once said: “There are no useless techniques, only useless people”—and in a way, this was true.

Because the more powerful a mind-based technique, the more comprehensive the power it grants, and the more terrifying the talent required to manifest it.

Ordinary people take a whole month to master the Tiger Fiend Eighty-Eight Caverns.

If they tried to cultivate Fang Can’s Great Sun Indestructible Demon Body—even the original, infinitely weakened version—they’d need a hundred or two hundred years just to manifest it, and they’d likely die of old age before reaching halfway.

So in a way, it’s not the Great Sun Indestructible Demon Body that’s powerful—it’s Fang Can, who turned fantasy into reality.

After spending the entire night training with his mind, Fang Can left the villa early the next morning and arrived at an empty sports field.

This was the meeting spot he had arranged with Qu Hua.

Far off, he saw seven men and women gathered together chatting. When they noticed him approaching, Qu Hua waved.

As Fang Can drew near, Qu Hua introduced: “These are the companions I told you about.”

“You must be Fang Can.”

Before Fang Can could speak, a girl resembling a punky seductress pressed against him, her eyes sparkling. “I like you. Let’s train together.”

As she spoke, her hand moved unsteadily toward his waist—but he stopped it before it could reach.

“Li Qiyu, stop acting like a slut here,” Qu Hua warned through gritted teeth, then apologized: “Sorry, my friends are a bit eccentric. I hope you don’t mind.”

“It’s fine. You’re all… interesting,” Fang Can replied, then asked curiously: “What are your abilities?”

“All body-enhancement types—like generating shockwaves, super strength, super speed, telekinesis, that sort of thing,” Qu Hua answered vaguely.

(End of Chapter)