Chapter 212 - 210: The War of Nations Sparked by Fang Can

Chapter 212: Chapter 210: The War of Nations Sparked by Fang Can

"Father, why have you summoned me?"

In the Great Chu Imperial Palace, Xiang Ziyu was summoned for an audience with Xiang Hongtu.

As soon as she stepped into the grand hall, she looked up and saw not just the Emperor of Chu, but also Xiang Longtao, who was seated right beside him...

No, you couldn’t really call him Xiang Longtao anymore. Ever since Fang Can’s beating changed his gender, he should have been given a new name to match.

The current Xiang Longtao was dressed in androgynous clothes, completely devoid of his former wild and savage demeanor, and was sitting calmly shoulder-to-shoulder with the Emperor of Chu on the wide imperial throne.

’Even after such a massive setback, Father still favors my imperial brother this much? As expected of the most beloved of all his children.’

Silently suppressing the speculation in her heart, Xiang Ziyu looked up and asked her father the reason for the summons.

"Have you seen the new Celestial Secret List?" Xiang Hongtu asked, looking down at Xiang Ziyu from the dais.

"Umm..."

Xiang Ziyu’s expression stiffened. She hadn’t expected to still be hearing about Fang Can even after returning to her own country.

Frankly, the endless gossip swirling around the Imperial City these past few days had left her speechless.

From being called a freeloader to getting a 3.0 rating—was that really fair?

Hadn’t she composed a poem to scatter the dark clouds?

Hadn’t she, on behalf of Great Chu, single-handedly suppressed Fang Can to prevent his breakthrough to the First Turn Realm?

Could you really score it like that?

No!

Other Martial Artists’ combat record: 0-1-0.

Fang Can, all by himself: 600-0-0.

As a top-tier support, her record was 0-0-600.

With a record like that, she was clearly the second most valuable player. How could that possibly be called freeloading?

...

Faced with the Emperor’s question, Xiang Ziyu considered it for a moment before answering:

"Father must be referring to the Rising Dragon List, and the matter of Fang Can being a human cauldron."

"Precisely."

Xiang Hongtu nodded lightly. "Even I never imagined that Fang Can, as a human cauldron, could cultivate over a hundred Martial Artists to such a degree in a single month."

"There’s no fundamental difference in difficulty between the Profound Gate Ninth Layer and the Third Turn. With enough resources, you can brute-force your way up."

"The only difference is that the Third Turn requires hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of times more resources than the Ninth Layer."

"If Fang Can can use his own body as a cauldron to produce a hundred Sixth Layer experts in a month, then in ten years, he could produce a hundred Third Turn experts."

"Fang Can has the potential to reach the Fourth Turn. With a lifespan of a thousand years, how many followers could he cultivate? And there’s no guarantee his cauldron abilities won’t become even more potent as his Realm increases."

"If this goes on, I fear the threat of Great Yan will rise again."

Xiang Hongtu’s brows furrowed as his logical deductions, laid out one by one, led him to a stark conclusion.

Even he could never have imagined that the rise and fall of Great Yan would hinge on Fang Can’s... cock.

Never mind anything else—an army of ten thousand Third Turn experts could overwhelm a nation through sheer numbers. And what if a few of them got lucky and broke through to the Fourth Turn?

Then they might as well just wait to die. Great Chu’s ambition of hegemony would become a joke.

"So, Father, why have you summoned me?" Xiang Ziyu asked.

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t experienced Fang Can’s... effects for herself, so she already had a vague idea.

But she still couldn’t figure out why the Emperor had specifically summoned *her* to discuss this matter.

"It’s very simple. I want you to enter a political marriage with Fang Can," Xiang Hongtu said, giving his daughter a meaningful look.

The once-pensive girl looked up in astonishment. "What? Me...?"

"To be precise, you won’t be marrying him. He’ll be marrying you."

A vicious glint appeared in Xiang Hongtu’s eyes. "A human cauldron of this caliber must be used for Great Chu, to strengthen our nation’s power."

"But Fang Can... he surely wouldn’t agree," Xiang Ziyu said, hesitating slightly.

"If he doesn’t agree, we’ll fight! We’ll declare war on Great Yan!"

A cold glint in his eyes, Xiang Hongtu declared, "Just like a hundred years ago. Fang Can has severely upset the balance of power. He must be captured."

"Even if he dies, he cannot be allowed to die on the soil of Great Yan. The other nations must be getting restless as well; they absolutely will not let this opportunity go."

Xiang Hongtu sneered. "Great Yan had better prepare to be besieged by all the other nations and forced to hand over Fang Can."

"The best-case scenario is that Great Chu gains the right to use the human cauldron. The mid-tier outcome is that the nations take turns holding onto Fang Can, rotating every year."

"As for the worst-case scenario, he either falls into the hands of another nation, or he dies in the fires of war."

’That... that’s too horrible,’ Xiang Ziyu thought, swallowing hard at the mere thought of such an outcome.

The thought of Fang Can being passed around between nations like a tool, toyed with by countless people, made her feel an inexplicable surge of anger.

She was angry that she wasn’t a Fifth Turn expert—a giant adult toy like him should be for her alone to enjoy.

But enough about Xiang Ziyu and her desire to make the communal plaything her private property.

The next day, Fang Can woke up early only to find that Prince Qing and Old General Yang had come to visit.

’What are these two doing here...’

Listening to the report from outside his door, Fang Can, having just woken up from a pile of beauties, let out a soft yawn, still in a daze.

To celebrate his breakthrough to the First Turn, he had partied a little too hard last night. His head was still throbbing slightly.

As for the others who had joined the party?

Fang Can had his power field fully deployed while making a... direct connection.

The result was that they were immediately overwhelmed with such pleasure that they fainted.

He rubbed his messy white hair and got up, slowly picking up the clothes scattered everywhere.

If there was one major benefit to becoming a First Turn, it was that his physical body became completely purified, allowing him to bid farewell to all physiological needs.

Once he was fully dressed, Fang Can walked out of the inner chamber and pushed open the door to the reception hall.

Prince Qing and Old General Yang were already waiting in the empty hall.

"Greetings, Your Highness, Old General Yang!"

Fang Can said with a cupped-fist salute, then shot a harsh glare at Old Yang.

He was still holding a grudge about the man pretending to be a First Turn expert.

In response, Old Yang could only offer a sheepish, awkward smile.

"No need for such formalities; we’re all friends here," Prince Qing said with a wave of his hand. Then his eyes lit up.

"You’ve broken through to the First Turn?"

"The feeling came to me yesterday. The timing was auspicious, so I just went ahead and broke through."

"Excellent, excellent," Prince Qing said. "You should spar with Old Yang to get familiar with the subtleties of the First Turn as soon as possible."

"Did something happen?"

Fang Can asked proactively. In the past, they would always send an invitation if they wanted to meet; they had never shown up at his door unannounced.

"That’s right," Prince Qing sighed. "We just received a letter from Great Chu."

"Does it have to do with me?"

"They claim you... ’defiled’ the imperial princess of Great Chu, and that you must take responsibility."

Seeing Prince Qing’s exasperated expression, Fang Can was taken aback. "You mean Xiang Ziyu?"

"Yes. They’re also demanding that you hurry to Great Chu for the wedding. Otherwise, for the honor of their nation, they’ll send in the troops."

"Huh?" Fang Can hadn’t expected this outcome.

"The real issue is that your nature as a human cauldron has been exposed," Prince Qing said, looking at Fang Can grimly.

"It’s not just Great Chu. Other nations are also sending you invitations, with less than noble intentions, to come ’visit’ them."

’A "visit"...’

The corner of Fang Can’s mouth twitched. ’If I go for a "visit," would I ever come back? I’d probably be skinned alive and simply disappear.’