Chapter 125: Profound Gate Tenth Layer! Indifferent Spectacles

In a teahouse in a bustling city sat an ordinary-looking middle-aged man wearing Liuli lenses.

But in a stark contrast to the outside world, this man was completely naked, standing amidst the throng.

In his hands, he held two dog leashes connected to the necks of two equally naked women.

The two female slaves were on all fours, groveling on the ground like beasts.

Yet to the men around them, such a depraved act seemed incredibly mundane, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The man raised an eyebrow at the full-bearded man in a black jacket sitting before him, his tone holding a hint of hostility. "You're saying that Fang Can was right here in Cangren City just now?"

"That's right. Just a moment ago, that Fang Can fellow was here in this very teahouse, listening to the storyteller," the bearded man said with a nod.

"Then some challenger from the Hidden Dragon List showed up to fight him. They started brawling right at the entrance, and the challenger was defeated in a single move."

Hearing this, the man's eyes behind his Liuli lenses showed a flicker of hesitation.

He was debating whether he should go after this person named Fang Can right now.

His name was Wang Peng. Three years ago, he had officially ascended the Heaven-Ascending Road and entered the First Turn realm. His inherited power was named "Placid Glasses."

Seven years ago, when Wang Peng was still at the Profound Gate Eighth Layer, he, unlike other Martial Artists, chose not to castrate himself, preserving his manhood instead.

Back when he was still an ordinary person, he hadn't stepped onto the Martial Dao with any grand ambitions. He was simply a man who thought with his dick and wanted to have orgies.

But reality taught him that for someone like him—average-looking, with no power or influence—the only way to get his fill of women was to practice martial arts. Who knew, maybe he'd even have a talent for it.

And his subsequent cultivation on the Martial Dao proved that his aptitude was indeed quite good. He quickly became a direct disciple at his martial arts hall.

Even while splitting his time equally between cultivation and whoring, he managed to reach the Profound Gate Sixth Layer and awaken his Heart Image in just ten short years.

Part of this was due to his excellent aptitude. The other part was because whoring just felt too damn good.

As someone who was already into Sesi, his experiences with prostitutes actually cleared his Dao heart, paradoxically accelerating his progress on the Martial Dao.

And as his power grew, so did the desires in his heart.

To put it simply, he didn't want to pay anymore. He wanted it for free. He was going to take what he wanted!

He no longer wanted to pay to be with the used goods in the brothels, women who had been with who-knows-how-many men. Since he had the power, he was damn well going to take what he wanted for himself!

Finally, at the age of forty-five, unable to suppress his inner desires any longer, Wang Peng forced himself upon a junior martial sister who had always looked down on him.

After it was all over, faced with his deeply disappointed master, his junior sister who had taken her own life, and her family who came demanding justice, he slowly raised his butcher's blade.

When he came to his senses again, the entire martial arts hall had been burned to the ground. Not a living soul could be found.

From then on, he transformed into a lecherous beast, wandering from city to city as woman after woman fell victim to his depravity.

And so, as he continued his crime spree, he finally slipped up.

His victim was a woman from Jiejian Mountain. With a single sword strike, she nearly cleaved him in two from the groin up.

His "little head" was destroyed in that battle, and he barely managed to escape with his life.

But it was this very strike that, paradoxically, became his salvation. It forced him to finally settle down and cultivate bitterly for several years, allowing him to officially step onto the Heaven-Ascending Road.

'So, Jiejian Mountain… and Fang Can!'

He didn't know why Jiejian Mountain, a sect composed entirely of women, would back Fang Can. But since it was Jiejian Mountain that had robbed him of his manhood for years, all he had to do was thoroughly humiliate one of their own.

'He's just a Martial Artist in the Transcendent Body realm, anyway. As long as I don't kill him, I have plenty of ways to get away with it.'

The man gently caressed the lips of the female slave beside him. His mind made up, his eyes grew cold as he commanded:

"Get me dressed. Then, dress yourselves. In three days, you will completely forget everything about me."

As his voice fell, the two kneeling female slaves stood up as if it were the most natural thing in the world and began to dress Wang Peng.

...

Outside Cangren City, Fang Can felt the power of his Misfortune's Reversal talent growing bit by bit.

As his strength had increased, his aptitude, once fixed at a 60-times multiplier, had recently slipped back to 40-times. But starting from a moment ago, that stable aptitude began to skyrocket.

Fang Can made a quick mental calculation. His aptitude had already soared to 200 times the normal level.

And it wasn't just his aptitude that had increased.

His luck, comprehension, wisdom, and intuition had all simultaneously risen to a 200-times multiplier, and the surge showed no signs of stopping, continuing to climb ever higher.

The feeling was difficult to describe. This wasn't a simple additive process; the leap from a 60-times to a 200-times multiplier represented far more than a simple threefold boost.

His enhanced comprehension allowed him to rapidly analyze the essence of things, while his luck and intuition helped him avoid pitfalls in the process. Working in concert, his efficiency increased by at least a dozen times over.

Fang Can felt as if he were in a constant state of clear-minded enlightenment.

With the slightest thought, all his past knowledge would reorganize and reassemble itself in his mind.

Although he didn't know where the crisis was coming from, Fang Can knew his Misfortune's Reversal talent would never activate without reason.

To face the impending danger, he sat down cross-legged with a calm expression as the contents of countless Cultivation Techniques began to surge through his mind.

There was no need to acquire any new Cultivation Techniques from his predecessors.

The combinations and applications of his existing techniques had not yet reached their limit. At this moment, he felt there was still immense room for improvement in how he used his power.

In his current state, he could automatically refine and update them.

In this state of clear-minded enlightenment, he could see the gap between himself and the Heaven-Ascending Road Realm rapidly closing.

Within the realms of the Idealistic Martial Dao, a vast chasm like the one between heaven and earth separated one from the next.

In theory, every Transcendent Body Martial Artist, even those at the First or Second Layer, could attempt to reach the Heaven-Ascending Road. But the lower one's realm, the smaller the chance of crossing that chasm.

For someone at the First Layer, trying to cross that gap was like Stephen Hawking trying to fly into the sun.

For someone at the Fifth Layer, it was like ordering a champion hurdler to jump to the moon.

For someone at the Eighth Layer, it was like asking a scientist to pilot a plane across the Atlantic Ocean.

With each layer one advanced, the difficulty plummeted dramatically.

And for Fang Can, who had previously reached 99.9% of the way through the Profound Gate Ninth Layer, the distance to the Heaven-Ascending Road was merely a foot-wide crack separating him from the other side.

And now?

Fang Can felt the crack before him being continuously filled in, until finally, it vanished completely, leaving him in a state of utter perfection in both mind and body.

And on Fang Can's bone-white status panel, data regarding his realm flashed for an instant.

Description:

Flesh Transformation: 99.999...% → 99.9999...% → 99.99999...%

Amidst the endless recursion toward perfection, there was a sharp CRACK, and everything returned to calm.

Flesh Transformation: 100%

Profound Gate Tenth Layer! Achieved!