Chapter 126: Because the Sun Will Rain Today

Inside the moving sedan chair, Fang Can sat cross-legged, having entered a state of epiphany.

Now that he had reached the Profound Gate Tenth Layer, Fang Can could clearly feel that his path to the First Turn had been completely paved. He could break through in an instant if he so wished.

But Fang Can refrained, for he felt there was still room for improvement in the Transcendent Body Realm.

Although he could not advance further in his Realm, there was still significant room for growth in his techniques, spirit, strength, speed, and defense.

According to Liu Qingmeng, the Heaven-Ascending Road was an amplifier.

In the Transcendent Body Realm, everything one obtained—fame, accumulation, power, perseverance—whether tangible or abstract, could be converted into pure strength.

This was also why Liu Qingmeng had recommended Fang Can participate in the great tournament of nations. If he could win the title of "Number One Among the Nations" and transform that peerless fame into nourishment for his journey on the Heaven-Ascending Road, the resulting boost would be immense.

'So, surge forth, my talent! Unleash all of my imagination!'

The moment the thought formed, it was as if Fang Can's entire being transformed into a brain. He began to think and refine, his willpower surging to thirty or forty times its normal level.

All the Cultivation Techniques and skills he had ever learned became like building blocks, constantly being disassembled and reassembled. Every enemy he had ever faced transformed into nourishment, fueling his growth.

As these Cultivation Techniques were continuously altered, some were changed to such an extent that even their original creators would not recognize them.

Taming Tiger and Dragon Golden Body → Particle Burst Battle Body

Kasaya Demon Suppression Skill → ???

Formless Void-Clarity Finger → ???

Art of Attrition → ???

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This was more than a mere change in technique. The transformation of the Tiger Slaughter Sect's Taming Tiger and Dragon Golden Body into the Particle Burst Battle Body signified that the Cultivation Technique could now penetrate deep into his muscles, bones, and internal organs.

Once mastered, even subtle changes and shifts in his cellular structure would bring about a massive improvement.

If Fang Can's previous Great Sun Undying Demon Body had granted his cells extreme regenerative abilities, this new technique allowed them to vibrate with incredible intensity.

However, as the Cultivation Technique was modified, the difficulty of practicing it increased accordingly.

Bringing his cells under his control was immensely risky, with the danger growing as he delved deeper.

Every slight alteration triggered intense internal rejection and hemorrhaging, akin to his entire body undergoing a complete metamorphosis.

'But it doesn't matter. It's just a little blood. It won't kill me. I just have to tough it out.'

Experiencing the transformation brought on by the Particle Burst Battle Body, Fang Can estimated it would take roughly two days to fully complete the process.

Inside the sedan chair, Ye Qingshi, who was reading a book, suddenly caught a faint, sweet fragrance.

It was like the alluring aroma of the most exquisite rose in full bloom, causing her to lift her head instinctively. She immediately saw blood slowly beginning to seep from Fang Can's skin.

The sight gave her a fright. She wanted to urgently wake Fang Can from his cultivation but feared that a hasty interruption might make things worse.

After calming the panicking handmaidens, she hurriedly opened the sedan chair and called out to Ye Yonglie at the head of the procession, "Father, Ah Can needs you."

"The Deity calls for me?" Ye Yonglie nodded and walked toward the sedan chair. The moment he stepped inside, he too was startled by the sight of Fang Can bleeding from all over.

"The Deity must be cultivating. We must not interfere," Ye Yonglie said with conviction.

He saw no expression of pain on Fang Can's face, and the surface bleeding didn't look like a symptom of cultivation-induced madness.

It looked more like a side effect of practicing some unknown Cultivation Technique. Not understanding the situation, his absolute faith in the "Deity" led him to choose non-interference.

Meanwhile, as Fang Can sat cross-legged in cultivation, Wan Guixuan was rushing toward them at high speed, all under the watchful eyes of the entire imperial court.

With the leg strength of a First Turn Martial Artist, he easily broke the sound barrier. In just over ten minutes, he was already approaching Fang Can's convoy.

'What's going on...?' Wan Guixuan came to a bizarrely abrupt stop, his velocity dropping to nearly zero in an instant.

The entire maneuver caused not a single ripple, just like a ghost.

'How did the princess's retinue get mixed up with Fang Can?' Wan Guixuan's brow furrowed as he stared at the sedan chair that had joined the large convoy in the distance.

It was a good thing Wan Chenyu wasn't here; he'd been called back just in time. Otherwise, he would have had another one of his stress reactions.

Wan Guixuan was currently under surveillance. Forget attacking Fang Can—if he actually encountered this man, who was rumored to be a Fourth Turn Disciple, he'd have to bow and scrape.

He gazed hesitantly at the distant convoy, then, after a moment's deliberation, slipped into the shadows, deciding not to reveal himself.

'My only job is to escort the princess. As long as nothing happens to her, the mission is complete. So it doesn't matter if I make an appearance or not.'

Back in the palace, once Wan Guixuan concealed himself, the members of the imperial court, feeling the show was over, lost interest.

After ordering a civil official to continue the surveillance, they turned back to their meeting to discuss the specifics of the imperial selection.

Not long after Wan Guixuan vanished, another figure strode toward the convoy.

The figure's pace seemed leisurely, but his strides were enormous, covering several dozen meters with each step. Though he appeared far away, he closed the distance to the convoy in just a few steps.

'Who the hell is this guy?' Wan Guixuan's brow furrowed from his hiding place as he watched the man brazenly walk right into the middle of the convoy.

To him, the man seemed to possess an incredibly conspicuous aura; once you laid eyes on him, you couldn't look away.

Seeing the man enter their ranks, the nearby attendants and Martial Artists instinctively moved to stop him, but the stranger spoke first.

"I am a traveler from afar. You ought to take me in. What is there to be surprised about?"

As he spoke, the eyes of the surrounding Martial Artists went vacant for a moment as they gazed at his Liuli lenses. Then, they nonchalantly turned away and ignored him, as if his presence was the most natural thing in the world.

'Definitely a First Turn expert, and one with a confusion-type power... For the effect to be so astonishing, the corresponding drawbacks must be immense.'

'For example, it must be completely ineffective against Martial Artists of the same Realm. That's why I wasn't confused.'

In the shadows, Wan Guixuan's eyes narrowed slightly, but he chose to remain hidden and silent.

'As long as the princess isn't threatened, none of this is my business. A fight would only create unnecessary risks.'

This was a perfectly reasonable explanation he could give, even if the entire imperial court were to question him.

Amidst the indifferent gazes of those around him, Wang Peng suppressed his own nervousness. With a smile, he placed a hand on the shoulder of a nearby Martial Artist. "Hey, brother," he said, "can you tell me where Fang Can is?"

"Why should I answer you?" the Martial Artist turned his head and said coldly.

"Because the sun is going to rain today. That's why you have to answer me."

Wang Peng's tone was calm, his words complete nonsense. Yet, the Martial Artist nodded seriously. "Oh, I see. The Deity is in the largest sedan chair at the back."