Chapter 81: Celebration Day: The Games Begin!

“I need many women to assist me in my cultivation.” Fang Can turned his head and said seriously.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ningan froze in place.

She never expected Fang Can’s first words after reaching the Ninth Level of Xuanguan to be this.

“You…” The girl’s mind went blank, stammering helplessly, unable to find words; after a long pause, she finally said:

“Your conduct is lewd—it will only sink your body into decay and corrupt your spirit. Isn’t this…?”

“Lady Jiang need not worry. I’ve already discussed this with Lady Liu.” Fang Can smiled. “She agrees with my choice.”

‘What? Even my master did this?’

Jiang Ningan was stunned—she never imagined this man’s indulgence in women would be approved by her own master.

“Have you switched to the Yin-Yang Harmonization path? Are you preparing to absorb essence—absorb three thousand and then enter the Ascension Path?” Jiang Ningan asked.

“Not exactly.” Fang Can looked awkward. “I merely wish to refine the corpus cavernosum. To implant its concept into every single cell of my body, I must personally experience the sensations of expansion, contraction, and release.”

“This method was taught to me by Lady Liu.” Fang Can rubbed his head, embarrassed. “Only through direct experience can the speed of concept implantation be accelerated.”

“After discussing it with her, she also endorsed my idea.”

“So you can’t do without it?” Jiang Ningan glared at Fang Can’s lower body.

“What use is this thing? It hinders cultivation, disturbs peaceful sleep, wastes time—I’d rather cut it off with one sword.”

By the end, Jiang Ningan didn’t even know what emotion drove her—she merely clenched her jaw, lightly gripping her sword hilt, ready to help the boy achieve Supreme Forgetting.

But after two false swings, seeing Fang Can’s subtle expression, she ultimately held back, snorted coldly, and stormed downstairs.

Watching silently as the girl descended, Fang Can sat back down, his eyes carrying a hint of helplessness.

Though he suffered from severe cleanliness obsession and had low tolerance for ordinary opposite-sex individuals, for the sake of cultivation, he could only endure it.

Sigh. Cultivation. Sigh. Corpus cavernosum!

Fang Can shook his head helplessly: “I never wanted a group party—it’s truly made my life miserable.”

As he thought this, under the radiant glow of the great sun above, Fang Can entered cultivation mode again, like a machine.

For the coming battle, the next step is the transformation of the kidneys.

…

Time turned, the world changed; in the blink of an eye, two days passed slowly.

As the Celebration Day drew nearer, the city’s atmosphere grew increasingly tense and fierce, for no one knew what mode or enemies awaited them.

Those in Z City who had previously joked about blood rivers now truly felt the fear and despair of the future.

All citizens of Z City were now hiding in orderly fashion under the leadership of the Lunhuizhe .

As the clock ticked forward, it reached exactly 11:00—just one hour remained until the Celebration Day.

At that moment, the previously severed internet connection restored, and hundreds of drones began deploying across the sky.

Since this was a nationwide celebration, everyone across the nation must participate—so a one-hour prelude was staged.

As the sealed city reconnected to the outside world, millions of users flooded into livestreams, viewing the entire city from above via drone aerial shots.

“Caw! I want to see rivers of blood!”

“Fight! Fight! Fight!”

“Let blades rise on the earth! Let peace vanish from the mortal realm!”

“F*** you bloodthirsty maniacs—my wife’s still in there! Can’t you say something decent?”

“Oh? Guy upstairs, hope your wife’s still usable by this time tomorrow.”

“F***!”

“I’m Nai Long—I’m the real Nai Long!”

“F***! Go away! Ignore it!”

…

With livestreams now open, demons and monsters danced wildly within, drowning screens in endless comments and bullet points.

Since the internet had restored, even Z City’s citizens could see the livestream comments.

Hidden in their supposedly safe spots, watching the scrolling comments on their phones, anger and humiliation rose within them.

Under the drone’s aerial surveillance, the entire Z City lay utterly silent.

Everyone had scattered into hiding, preparing to endure this terrifying day.

Unsurprisingly, most citizens chose to hide near Fang Can’s villa.

Even high-ranking officials like Mayor Li and wealthy elites had politely requested permission to stay inside the villa, but Fang Can refused—they could only settle for nearby villas instead.

As drones swept over the eerily silent city, they suddenly spotted a three-story building.

On the rooftop, a boy leaned on the railing, scanning the entire city.

As the only visible living person in all of Z City, over a dozen drones immediately surrounded him, filming from every angle.

Seeing a live human at last, the livestream erupted with full-scale commentary on Fang Can.

“Is this guy insane? Daring to wander around openly?”

“So hot! Please, future rampagers, don’t spare him—I want to watch real porn!”

“His clothes are Didiwei brand—wearing luxury labels but zero aura. Just a poor man putting on a show.”

“Anyone open-box this rich guy? I want to know more.”

“Opened! He’s from Z City High School’s middle campus—name’s Fang Can. Grades are excellent—top ten in the whole school. His family won ten million in the lottery and traveled nationwide, leaving him behind in Z City.”

“F***! That info came out fast!”

…

Fang Can naturally ignored all online noise—but now, Z City’s citizens could access the internet too.

They immediately messaged: “Don’t talk nonsense—he’s a noble superpower user!”

But empty words carried no weight; soon, a flood of skepticism drowned out the supportive comments.

Fang Can paid no attention—he stood quietly on the rooftop, waiting for the Celebration Day to begin.

As time passed, when the clock struck 12:00, Fang Can slowly opened his eyes—he had already heard the distant commotion.

“Huh… huh… huh…”

With his sharp hearing, Fang Can detected the thunderous roar of dozens of approaching aircraft.

Looking up, he saw dozens… hundreds… over a thousand modified passenger planes flying toward Z City.

“WOW. What a spectacle.” Fang Can squinted, watching the planes dive toward him.

Never before had any Celebration Day been so grand.

Onboard the planes, Zhang San strapped on his parachute, braving the biting wind at high altitude, as police and military roared in his ears:

“This jump is your only chance—the plane won’t come back. Miss it, and you’ll be shot. Those who’ve chosen their landing zones—jump now, on your own.”

(End of Chapter)