Chapter 150 - 149: Wedding Dress Divine Art, A Gift to the Past

In the pitch-black, frigid cellar, Yuan Dang was securely bound and chained.

During this time, he was forbidden from cultivating, speaking, or moving.

After a period of confinement, Yuan Dang felt his body, no longer cultivating, grow soft and flabby. His arms, once strong enough to shatter cauldrons, had become weak.

Two Heart Image Martial Artists stood before him, assigned by Fang Can to watch over him.

As followers of their god, they were utterly devoted, the concept of slacking off foreign to them. At every moment, at least one pair of eyes was fixed on him, leaving no chance for escape.

Unwilling! Resentful! Furious! Pained!

Endless agony flooded his mind. But what tormented him most was overhearing these Martial Artists talk about Fang Can's exploits.

Things like: their god had defeated another Martial Artist today; their god had a special interest in Hall Master Ye's daughter; their god was heading to the capital to show off...

Although this life's Fang Can hadn't experienced the same explosive growth in power as in the previous one, his journey was that of a true winner, completely devoid of bitterness and deep-seated hatred.

Yuan Dang: Why! Why! Why!

Trapped in the secret room, Yuan Dang felt as if the world had forgotten him. Since the day of his interrogation, he had not seen Fang Can even once.

One month... one year... ten years...

After seventy-two long years of imprisonment, Yuan Dang's limbs had atrophied like deadwood. His strength had regressed to that of a mortal, and he was already halfway to his grave.

The only change was that the guards watching him had been rotated at least three times in those seventy-two years.

And through their chatter, he heard that Fang Can seemed to be ascending step by step to the very peak, becoming a legendary Seventh Turn expert.

But none of that had anything to do with him anymore. He was about to die of old age...

CREAK—

Just as the flame of his life was about to be extinguished, a ray of light shone into Yuan Dang's eyes. The piercing golden radiance made tears stream down his face.

With the sound of a footstep, a white-haired, red-eyed youth, silhouetted against the light, walked into the secret room that had been sealed for decades.

Looking at the youth's face, despite the vast difference from their last meeting, Yuan Dang still recognized him—Fang Can!

"We haven't seen each other in over seventy years. You're about to die of old age. This will be our last meeting." A strange smile played on the youth's lips.

"Hh... hhh..."

He wanted to say something, but after not speaking for over seventy years, he had completely lost the ability to talk. All he could do was stare at the youth with hateful eyes.

"Your ability is truly impressive—a future prediction that extends beyond the observable universe."

"I have no idea how an ability like that suddenly appeared in you. But many things in the universe don't follow reason. I can only attribute it to coincidence."

"However, I've been at the Seventh Turn for all these years, which means the upper limit of your ability can only simulate things to this extent."

"Now, after you die, the entire structure of this information universe, including me, will begin to collapse. You will then return to seventy-two years ago."

"That being the case, let's play a game."

Through Yuan Dang's blurry vision, he saw Fang Can take out a copper plate and dangle it before him.

After so many years, faced with the copper plate in Fang Can's hand, Yuan Dang was once again reminded of that distant afternoon seventy-two years ago when they were searching for a traitor. A copper plate had decided his fate then, too.

"If the copper plate lands on heads, I'll do everything in my power to survive, fight my way back to reality, and seize the main body's throne!"

"But if it lands on tails, well, I'll just accept my fate as a mere information medium."

As he spoke, Fang Can tossed the copper plate. With a crisp CLINK as it landed, the plate spun to a stop. The result brought a relieved smile to Fang Can's face.

"Fortune turns after the worst of luck. It's been a long time since I've seen this ability."

As he spoke, Yuan Dang's vision went black, and in the next instant, his entire brain exploded with a BANG.

Before he died, the last thing he heard was a whisper: "This is my legacy to the main body. Make sure you keep it safe for me. It might be useful someday in the future."

...

CLANG CLANG!

As the sound of iron chains echoed through the secret room, Yuan Dang found that his once-decayed body had regained its vitality. His once-muddled mind could think clearly again.

Lifting his eyes, he saw the first guard staring at him vigilantly.

'I've... been reborn again!' Yuan Dang cried out in elation as he came to his senses.

Looking at the guard before him, he wanted to speak, to form words, but the loss of his speech in his previous life only allowed him to whimper uncontrollably.

Apparently finding the sound irritating, the guard immediately stuffed a rag tightly into his mouth.

Looking at the whimpering Yuan Dang, the guard said coldly, "Don't even try to speak. The god said we are absolutely forbidden from communicating with you. Give up all hope."

Hearing this, Yuan Dang fell into complete despair.

His body was completely restrained in the small, sealed room, with no space to move at all.

Even if he could be reborn infinitely, what was the use? He could only experience this painful life over and over again in an endless cycle. It was even worse than before!

Before, he only had to endure seventy-two years of imprisonment before dying of old age. Now, he had no idea how many seventy-two-year cycles he would have to suffer. He would rather just die.

But he also knew he couldn't die.

Because during his seventy-two years of imprisonment in the previous life, he had tried to kill himself countless times, but each attempt was discovered and thwarted. It was truly a state of being unable to live yet forbidden to die!

And all of this was a "gift" from Fang Can. At the mere thought, the chains on Yuan Dang's body rattled once more.

After finishing lunch and strolling around the Fang Mansion for a while, Fang Can took his leave and returned to his own residence to continue cultivating.

He had thought the Grand Tournament was in the bag, but after hearing that the number one expert of Great Chu had also defeated a First Turn Martial Artist, Fang Can felt it was time to work a little harder.

By his calculations, Ye Qingshi should have already arrived in the capital. It was the perfect time to practice the Y-God Curse.

Back at his residence, Fang Can looked down at the ancient-looking bamboo slips in his hand. As he opened them, a golden light shot into his eyes, and a massive amount of information was instantly crammed into his brain from across space.

According to the cultivation method described in the book, this was the ultimate technique of the Joyful Union Sect, the Curse of the Y-God!

Only someone who maintained a body of untainted Pure Yang could cultivate it, and they had to remain untainted throughout the entire cultivation process.

If one's essence was ever leaked, their cultivation would be completely lost, the hard-earned accumulation gone in an instant.

A poem served as proof: "With bitter regret, year after year suppressing the golden thread, all to make a wedding dress for another."

Simply put, if you succeeded in your cultivation but then "leaked" onto them, according to the law of conservation of mass, your 'righteousness' wouldn't disappear; it would simply be transferred to them.

Subsequently, for a corresponding number of days, the other party would receive the same benefits.

Furthermore, this Cultivation Technique had no upper limit. For every tenfold increase in female partners, both the duration and intensity of the resulting boost would double.

'What kind of Wedding Dress Divine Art is this...' Fang Can grumbled internally as he processed the information in his mind.