Chapter 203 - 201: Broken Dreams Heart Sutra! The Student Surpasses the Master

Chapter 203: Chapter 201: Broken Dreams Heart Sutra! The Student Surpasses the Master

Fang Can still remembered the function of that Second Turn life-path Sacrificial Artifact, the small, verdant sword, with perfect clarity.

[Tangle of Karma]: Those close to the wielder will, under the bewitchment of fate, inevitably betray them.

That sword was practically the ultimate divine artifact for a Lvmao Nu.

And now Liu Qingmeng was actually planning to have Jiang Ning’an practice a Cultivation Technique from the Asura Dao. What was her purpose?

Besides, the name of the Cultivation Technique, *Lush Greenery*, had a sinister ring to it; it didn’t sit right with him.

Seeing the expression on Fang Can’s face, Liu Qingmeng smiled faintly. "It seems you’ve also heard the rumors about the Asura Dao."

"...I know a little."

"Since you know, I won’t hide it from you," Liu Qingmeng said.

"The Asura Dao’s Cultivation Technique, *Lush Greenery*, allows a Cultivator to imperceptibly generate a ’cyan destiny.’"

"The more a Cultivator loves those around them, the stronger the cyan destiny generated when those people betray them."

"And being blessed by this strong cyan luck can grant the Cultivator a corresponding increase in their cultivation talent and Realm. It’s a Cultivation Technique where the ’greener’ you get, the stronger you become!"

As she spoke, a slight smile touched Liu Qingmeng’s lips as she gazed at Fang Can’s fatally attractive face.

"With your overall aura, your future romantic prospects will be absolutely endless. And since Ning An’s heart is already set on you, she has the perfect constitution to practice *Lush Greenery*."

"This..." Fang Can scratched his head. "Isn’t that a bit unfair to Elder Jiang?"

"What’s unfair about it? Do you think Ning An wouldn’t get cuckolded if she didn’t practice this technique?"

Liu Qingmeng added, "Getting cuckolded is getting cuckolded. Rather than get cuckolded for nothing, she might as well get some benefits out of it. At least she’ll get something in return."

"Hiss... that... actually makes some sense." Fang Can rubbed his chin, then quickly came to his senses. "Wait, no! I’m a ’pure love’ advocate! I don’t go around seducing every woman I see. Elder, you can’t slander me like that."

"If you say so..."

Liu Qingmeng’s gaze was like she was looking at a boy who was only deceiving himself.

"In any case, for the sake of this Cultivation Technique, I need you to keep Ning An hooked, make it so she can’t leave you, but at the same time, keep her at a distance, running hot and cold."

’So scummy,’ Fang Can thought to himself, shaking his head. "Let’s just let nature take its course. Cultivation should be done step by step. Relying on getting cuckolded to increase one’s strength... that’s not exactly right."

Seeing Fang Can was still pondering, Liu Qingmeng warned, "In any case, do not publicize this matter, and especially do not mention it to Ning An, lest it affect her enthusiasm for cultivation."

"That... feels even worse," Fang Can said hesitantly.

"It’s just a supplementary Cultivation Technique. If you’re truly pure and immune to temptation, then practicing this technique will be useless anyway. Or are you not confident in your own self-control?" Liu Qingmeng goaded him.

In truth, there was something else Liu Qingmeng hadn’t mentioned. This *Lush Greenery* wasn’t just about ’the greener, the stronger.’

The cyan destiny would also entwine itself around the Cultivator, causing their lover to commit acts of betrayal through a series of events.

Even if Fang Can had no intention of cheating, under the guidance of this powerful luck, he would still be led down the path of betrayal.

In Liu Qingmeng’s vision, the combination of Fang Can’s beauty, his own romantic luck, and Jiang Ning’an’s future cyan destiny—the energy that could erupt from the convergence of these three factors could be world-shaking.

’Legend has it that the first-generation Asura called himself the [Cyan Emperor]. His partner, the Jade Bright Immortal Venerable, cheated on him three thousand times, causing the Asura to achieve enlightenment overnight, step into the Fifth Turn, and become renowned for an age.’

The more Liu Qingmeng thought it through, the more she felt this Cultivation Technique was highly feasible.

This was practically a grand Cultivation Technique of the Great Dao that led straight to the Fifth Turn. If not for her primary cultivation in the supreme emotional detachment of Danshari, she might have been tempted herself.

Unaware of the key mechanism, Fang Can was naturally confident in his own self-control. He felt that as long as he upheld his ’masculine virtue,’ there would be no problem.

Thus, he slowly said, "If Elder Jiang doesn’t ask, I won’t bring it up on my own."

’Very good.’ Liu Qingmeng’s face showed her satisfaction.

Little did she know that the trap she was setting for Jiang Ning’an might one day turn into a boomerang and hit her square in the head.

After all... Liu Qingmeng herself was also a peerless beauty!

Normally, with Fang Can’s restraint and Liu Qingmeng constantly suppressing her own thoughts, it would be absolutely impossible for anything to happen between them.

But now, wasn’t there a cyan destiny in play?

What could be more of a betrayal than your own man getting involved with your own master?

How could Jiang Ning’an’s cyan destiny possibly give up such a nourishing sacrifice? It would absolutely force the issue.

An ancient saying goes: cyan comes from blue, but surpasses blue!

Ning An Martial God would surely defeat her old-maid master in bed until she was on her knees!

...

’So boring. There’s nothing interesting here at all.’

At the imperial palace banquet, watched like a hawk by her master, Jiang Ning’an rested her chin on her hand and watched the bustling scene of clinking glasses before her.

’I want to go find Fang Can. This banquet is no fun at all. I don’t even drink, so what’s there to do?’

The young woman lowered her head, gazing at the wine-filled cup before her, its surface reflecting her own face, as bright and pure as the moon.

"Ning An, I just spoke with Fang Can."

Suddenly, her master’s gentle voice sounded in her ear, making her mind go blank for a moment.

’What’s going on? When did Master meet with Fang Can? That’s not right, is it?’ Jiang Ning’an subconsciously turned her head, only to discover that the master before her was faintly flickering with tiny sparks of electricity. It was a clone.

’Whoa! Master met with Fang Can behind my back! So sneaky!’ The girl subconsciously suppressed the thought.

’My master is as cold as ice. So what if they met? Am I really going to get jealous of my own master? That’s so silly.’

"Fang Can is currently preparing to break through to the First Turn and is in seclusion for intensive training. He must not be disturbed by outsiders, so don’t go looking for him during this time," Liu Qingmeng said coolly.

"Master, your Disciple obeys," Jiang Ning’an said, a little dejected, feeling that she wouldn’t get a chance to see him here after all.

"However... once Fang Can breaks through, I will no longer stop you from seeing each other."

Jiang Ning’an looked up in pleasant surprise. "Really?"

"Of course. But Fang Can is working so hard; how can you afford to slack off?" Liu Qingmeng said, looking at the girl, whose lips were curled into an exaggerated pout.

"As your master, I have a Heart Method here called the *Broken Dreams Heart Sutra*. Master it first before you think about your other cultivation."

"*Broken Dreams Heart Sutra*?" the girl muttered the name. After a moment’s hesitation, she said with determination, "I will obey Master’s command. I will definitely succeed in cultivating it."

"Very good." Liu Qingmeng smiled and handed her a jade slip that was emitting a faint green glow. "Remember to practice diligently. You can only go out to play after I’ve tested you."

...

At this moment, the same Fang Can who Liu Qingmeng claimed was in secluded cultivation for his breakthrough was currently surrounded by a group of women.

Fang Can felt like a sheep entering a tiger’s den, surrounded by jackals and leopards ready to devour his flesh and blood.

"D-Don’t get too excited, everyone," Fang Can soothed them with a gentle voice. "Don’t rush. One at a time. Let me take off my armor first."

"There’s no need." Ye Qingshi’s eyes were practically popping with hearts as she looked at Fang Can, who, dressed in his Cold Silk Cloud Shirt, resembled a dashing gentleman.

"Ah Can, I want you with your clothes on."

Fang Can: "...Huh?"