Chapter 110: Setting Off, North to the Imperial Capital

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Setting Off, North to the Imperial Capital

Seeing his disciple realize the problem, Yang Duan nodded in satisfaction. ’This blockhead has finally gotten the hint.’

"Regardless, stay out of Fang Can’s affairs. With his talent, reaching the Fourth Turn is a real possibility for him in the future. He’s not someone you can even dream of touching."

"He has a Fourth Turn expert personally backing him, so the other great families and sects will all show him some deference."

"As long as he doesn’t go too far, that guy could demand to sleep in the imperial bed, and everyone would just have to advise the Great Derivation Emperor to keep his hat on tight."

"It’s hard to say how much longer the Great Derivation can even hold on. As for you, just focus on consolidating your strength and getting a decent ranking in the upcoming Grand Tournament of Nations. If you can do that, my efforts in training you won’t have been in vain."

Yang Duan spoke with heartfelt gravity. He only hoped that the disciple he had so carefully nurtured could reach the Third Turn in this lifetime; that would be enough.

Hearing Yang Duan’s instruction, the young man cupped his fists respectfully. "Thank you for your guidance, Master."

"Alright, you’re dismissed. Go find your Uncle Feng Tian and have a few spars to prepare for the battles ahead." Yang Duan waved his hand lightly, sending him away.

Watching his disciple’s departing figure, Yang Duan nodded in satisfaction. ’Even my own people were fooled. It seems my strategy of concealment is a great success.’

Meanwhile, within the territory of the Tiger Slaughter Sect, tens of thousands of personnel were mobilized to prepare for Fang Can’s journey north.

Before an immense, ornately decorated sedan chair—larger than an ordinary cottage—Fang Can stepped inside under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

The moment he entered, it was like stepping into another world. There was no shared space to speak of; the interior boasted a solid two hundred square meters of floor space with a five-meter-high ceiling, fully furnished with all the necessities of daily life.

Ye Qingshi, along with several newly found handmaidens assigned to serve him, had already been waiting inside the sedan for some time.

Outside the sedan, the news of Fang Can’s impending journey north had spread without any attempt at secrecy. Everyone in Yanggu County knew about it.

A sea of people lined the streets to see him off, their eyes wide as they stared at the sedan’s decorations.

They had never imagined a sedan could be built like this. Prying off a single piece of it would be enough to support them for half a year.

As Fang Can stepped into the sedan, the leader of a nearby choir bellowed, "Lift the sedan!"

The next moment, dozens of Martial Artists positioned around the sedan simultaneously exerted their strength.

Muscles bulged from their arms to their abdomens and necks, making a sound like steel rebar being twisted. Then, together, they gripped the bottom edge of the house-like structure and heaved it upward with a mighty jerk!

"BOOM!"

Before the shocked eyes of the onlookers, the entire two-hundred-plus-square-meter sedan rose from the ground and came to rest, held steady on the arms of these Martial Artists.

Extravagant! Luxurious!

The dozens of Martial Artists used their precise control to keep the sedan from swaying in the slightest during the entire process.

"Proceed!"

With another great shout, the Martial Artists stepped forward in unison, heading toward the Capital City.

The bearers were of all different heights and builds, yet every step they took seemed perfectly measured, their coordination as flawless as that of robots.

On the four corners of the sedan sat four jade bowls filled to the brim with water. As the procession moved, the liquid in the bowls didn’t even ripple, as if they were still on solid ground.

The next moment, dozens of surrounding musicians began to gently play their instruments.

The sounds of the pipa, erhu, xiao, di, se, qin, xun, sheng, and other instruments blended together, yet it was not chaotic, serving merely as background music.

Then, several hundred Martial Artists, each holding a copy of *The Sutra of the Unsurpassed, Supreme, Glorious, and Resplendent Divine Emperor*, began to chant aloud with pious expressions.

*In the beginning, at the dawn of chaos, Heaven and Earth were not yet divided, nor were Yin and Yang distinguished. There was but one God, His spiritual light undimmed, and His name was Fang Can.*

*The God said: "Let there be Heaven and Earth." And so He separated the chaos into two qi; the light and pure ascended to become the Heavens, while the heavy and turbid sank to become the Earth. With Heaven and Earth established, the myriad things began to sprout.*

*The God said again: "Let there be light." And from within the chaos, He sent forth a spiritual light that illuminated the four corners of the world. With light and darkness separated, day and night were formed.*

*He commanded the waters to bring forth living creatures, and the land to bring forth grass...*

Outside the sedan, the chanting was incessant. The pious prayers could be heard for a mile around, but the sound was completely blocked by the thick, soundproof walls of the sedan.

After all, the God’s rest and cultivation must not be disturbed. Within this sedan, built with special sound-insulating stone walls, not a single sound could escape, even if Fang Can chose to indulge in nightly revelries inside.

The entire procession heading north was a magnificent spectacle, stretching for several miles. It was as ostentatious as possible, attracting countless gazes along the way.

This noisy display was so conspicuous that, forget Yanggu County, even the cosmic broadcast from *The Three-Body Problem* wasn’t this eye-catching.

The procession was enormous, but its pace was not slow.

After all, most of the followers were Martial Artists. With their physical prowess, it was no problem for one to run while carrying a horse with an ordinary person sitting on it.

Thus, in just a short while, the procession had already left Yanggu County.

"Hey, what’s going on over there?" Outside the county, a young man who wasn’t quite up on the latest news curiously asked the other gawkers around him.

"You don’t even know this? That’s Fang Can, number one on the Ascending Dragon Leaderboard. He’s heading north for the Grand Tournament of Nations," a bystander explained.

"The Grand Tournament of Nations? I thought only Martial Artists at the Eighth or Ninth Layer of the Profound Gate could participate. Is he preparing for the next one ten years from now?"

"Who knows? Anyway, we can just wait and watch the show. Those god-worshipping fanatics pull some new stunt every year."

"I heard them say that Fang Can seems to have already reached the Profound Gate Ninth Layer."

"Yeah, right. He was only at the First Layer a dozen days ago. What do you think he’s doing, popping Immortal Pills?"

Discussions like this were endless. And since the procession acted without any restraint, it didn’t take long for people to figure out Fang Can’s destination.

"You’re saying the number one on the Ascending Dragon Leaderboard... has really reached the Profound Gate Ninth Layer?"

「Noon on the second day.」

Watching the massive procession pass through the streets in the distance, Li Zhengyang muttered his assessment to himself, ’It makes no sense. How could he be that fast?’

"Who gives a damn? We’re Martial Artists, what’s there to be afraid of? If he’s not in the same Realm as us, we can’t even be bothered to make a move."

His companions beside him cursed and grumbled, "Even if that Fang Can is on the Heaven-Ascending Road, we can’t back down! Otherwise, all these years of training will have been for nothing."

"Those old fogeys back home are really something else. So what if we’re from Jiejian Mountain? The bigger Fang Can’s background, the more satisfying it’ll be to humiliate him."

"Who cares if Fang Can’s talent means he’ll definitely reach the Fourth Layer of the Heaven-Ascending Road in the future or whatever. Right now, he’s just waiting for us to grab him and give him a good, hard shaming."

"After I use the great tonic that is humiliating Fang Can, I’ll break through to the Heaven-Ascending Road Realm during the Grand Tournament of Nations and leave everyone else in the dust, completely dominating them!"

"Bottom line: are you in or not? If you’re not, I’m going myself."

Just as Li Xiangyang was still hesitating, the burly man, who felt his companion was dawdling, had already leaped out and blocked the procession’s path.

"RUMBLE..."

Inside, Fang Can, who had been regulating his breathing, slowly opened his eyes. He could feel that his sedan... had stopped.