Chapter 142 - 141: This Master Will Borrow Fang Can

Morning came, and sunlight once again scattered across the plains.

Fang Can, who hadn't slept all night, rested his hands on his knees and slowly concluded his cultivation.

As his Cultivation Technique settled, his body stilled, transitioning from a blurry afterimage caused by high-speed, minute vibrations back to a stable form.

Throughout the night, he had been using the cellular control granted by the *Particle Burst Battle Body* to fine-tune every one of his internal organs.

In his previous battle with Wang Peng, he had already upgraded the basic "hardware" of his blood and bones. The next step was to modify the "software"—his organs.

This process gradually realigned his organs, optimizing their size, hardness, resilience, length, shape, and distribution to their theoretical peaks.

However, now that he was no longer in combat, the enhancement buff from his dire situation had faded significantly, making these physical modifications incredibly strenuous.

At this rate, it would still take a considerable amount of time to complete the fine-tuning of his organs.

But on the day Fang Can finished modifying himself, he would evolve into a flawless being with no weaknesses.

A terrifying monster capable of adapting to any combat scenario, be it in the sky, on land, or in water. A lethal weapon in human skin.

By then, aside from his appearance, likely nothing about him would be even remotely human.

He slowly opened his eyes to the morning glow on the horizon, a sharp glint flashing through them.

With his current energy levels, he had no need for sleep to rest.

As sunlight streamed in from outside, every cell in Fang Can's body filled with renewed vitality, purging all negative statuses.

Behind him, a slender hand hooked onto his belt, its owner's voice thick with resentment.

Ye Qingshi pressed herself against Fang Can's back and said with a sigh, "A whole night has passed. It's time to help me cultivate."

"Sigh." Fang Can sighed, turning to push the young woman into the sedan chair and closing the door.

Before the door shut, an ethereal voice drifted out. "Just do it yourself. I'm in a hurry. If you can't squeeze it out in two hours, we're done."

"And you've already succeeded in your cultivation, so hold back a little. Don't make the sedan chair collapse."

...

Outside the sedan chair, in the world beyond, news of Wang Peng's defeat spread like wildfire. Martial Artists who had witnessed the event carried the tale far and wide.

"Fang Can defeated a First Turn expert the day before yesterday!"

This news exploded across cities everywhere.

After all, a plot straight out of myth and legend happening in reality was enough to make anyone's imagination run wild.

But it was immediately met with skepticism.

"Are you kidding me? Not long ago, Fang Can was only at the Profound Gate First Layer. The rumor a few days ago about him reaching the Ninth Layer was already ridiculous enough. Now you're saying he killed a First Turn expert? Is this ever going to end?"

"Exactly. It's not that a First Turn expert can't be beaten—after all, the Overlord of Great Chu had a record of it. But how could anyone cultivate that fast? What's your motive for spreading these rumors?"

"It's probably just Fang Can's followers who can't keep their mouths shut, hyping their 'god' to the heavens. If he's so amazing, why doesn't he go defeat that barbarian from Great Chu?"

"Not necessarily. I suspect it might be followers of other gods with malicious intent, trying to build Fang Can up. The higher he flies, the harder he'll fall."

...

Despite the earnest explanations from the Martial Artists who had witnessed the event, no one else believed them. They all thought it was just boasting.

No matter how they explained it, the feat of killing a First Turn expert after only a month of cultivation was too shocking for anyone to believe.

Meanwhile, on Jiejian Mountain, the female disciples were immensely curious about a certain rumor that had recently surfaced.

"Hey, did you hear? Our nominal Junior Brother defeated a First Turn expert."

"Hmm? Who started that rumor? They're clearly trying to set our Junior Brother up for a fall. That's just too much."

"I think so too. It's outrageous. Who spreads rumors like that?"

Within Jiejian Mountain, several sword-wielding young women gathered, chattering about a Junior Brother they had never met.

From the very first day the Sect Leader had spoken up for this male disciple, all sorts of gossip and speculation had run rampant on Jiejian Mountain.

But without seeing it with their own eyes, no one believed the news about him defeating a First Turn expert.

It was like an athlete who had just become the youngest member of the provincial team a month ago, with a promising future ahead of him.

Then, just over twenty days later, people were claiming he had broken the 10-second barrier in the 100-meter dash and made the national team?

That was already absurd enough, but then a few days later, the story was that he'd not only beaten Bolt but had also broken the 9-second barrier.

Making three massive leaps in a single month—anyone would find that ridiculous. No one believed it.

But as these young women were discussing it, a thousand meters away, Jiang Ning'an, who was on her way to pay respects to her Master, paused her steps slightly.

'Fang Can defeated a First Turn expert?'

A look of "of course" crossed her face, and a stunning smile appeared unconsciously on her lips.

'That's only natural. That's the man he is,' Jiang Ning'an thought with unwavering trust.

Although Fang Can's power had been nowhere near enough to fight a First Turn expert when they last parted, she still accepted the claim without question.

She continued up the mist-shrouded white marble steps, entering a building at the summit that resembled a temple or a Daoist hall.

Inside the building, there were no gods, buddhas, or saints—only countless sharp swords, each exuding a different aura.

Cold, scorching, warm, murderous, radiant, dark, ethereal...

These sharp swords, each evoking a different feeling at a glance, hovered in the air as if frozen in time.

And on a cattail cushion, the blue-haired Liu Qingmeng sat cross-legged, radiating an icy, unapproachable aura. She seemed to be cultivating and seeking enlightenment.

"Disciple Jiang Ning'an pays respects to Master," Jiang Ning'an said, cupping her hands respectfully in a bow.

Sensing someone approach, Liu Qingmeng turned her head. "The great competition between nations is just over a month away. It's time to set out for the capital of the Great Yan Country."

"I will obey Master's command." A trace of joy appeared in Jiang Ning'an's eyes. 'Going to the capital means I can see Fang Can! This will be the first time we've met in this world.'

"Master, according to the news from down the mountain, Fang Can has already defeated a First Turn expert." The corners of Jiang Ning'an's lips curled up as she spoke, clearly more excited than if she had won the victory herself.

Seeing Jiang Ning'an's current pathetic state, Liu Qingmeng felt a wave of irritation. 'For my own disciple to be so swayed by a handsome face... how utterly disappointing. What kind of spell has that Fang Can put you under? You haven't even properly performed Dual Cultivation with him, so why are you acting so pathetic?'

At this thought, Liu Qingmeng said coolly, "I am naturally aware of Fang Can's matter. It was slightly beyond my expectations."

"For this trip to the capital, you need to focus your mind and steady your spirit. Do not meet with that Fang Can. If you have any message for him, I will pass it along."

"Ah..." The young woman's expression went blank.

"According to the Supreme Profound Sect's calculations, a secret realm will open soon. It is suspected to be the grotto-heaven of a Sixth Turn expert. The rules within are complex, the natural laws are different, and it varies greatly from the outside world."

"When the time comes, I will need to borrow Fang Can," Liu Qingmeng stated flatly.