Chapter 243 - 241: Fang Can’s Restless Mind

Chapter 243: Chapter 241: Fang Can’s Restless Mind

"This is too ridiculous. What kind of bullshit Martial Dao are they practicing?"

The hands of the Interstellar Federation’s leaders were trembling as they reviewed the Martial Dao intelligence provided by Ji Donglai.

It was incomprehensible, unfathomable.

’How can a Fourth Turn practitioner throw a Light Speed Fist? Where’s the Special Theory of Relativity when you need it? Make it make sense!’

Then there were abilities like cursing low-level enemies to death just by knowing their face and name, arrows that would never stop until they hit their target, and defensive techniques that made a person untouchable as long as one couldn’t comprehend them...

Compared to this Martial Dao, even the luck-based espers from the other department seemed more reasonable.

The Qiongming Head of State looked up and saw the grim expressions on the faces of the other leaders.

Even without a word, he knew they were all internally complaining about how Martial Dao was even more nonsensical than superpowers.

They were especially worried about the ability to curse someone from afar just by knowing their face and name. Every single one of them had copyrighted their face, making it one of a kind throughout the Interstellar Federation.

If a player reached the First Turn, developed this kind of inherited technique, and then wrote down their names, wouldn’t they just drop dead on the spot?

"We can’t stand for this. We must join the game after the first open beta and class-change as quickly as possible," one of the leaders declared, slamming his hand on the table.

Their technology was getting completely thrashed by the mystical arts, where all power is self-contained.

A native who had never even left their planet could curse them to death while they were protected by layers of security.

Technology was so utterly useless!

Their only saving grace was that, for some unknown reason hundreds of years ago, the connection between heaven and earth was severed, and everyone in the Martial Dao world above the Fourth Turn had vanished.

Otherwise, a single one of those masters would have been more than enough to give them a world of trouble.

"We need to have some basic self-defense capabilities. Otherwise, we’re far too vulnerable to the Martial Dao of the Otherworld," the Qiongming Head of State agreed.

"And the players, especially. We have to warn them about the dangers of the Otherworld in advance. We can’t let them run wild like it’s just a normal game. Who knows what kind of disaster they could stir up otherwise."

With the unanimous approval of all the leaders, a related advertising campaign immediately launched across the Interstellar Federation.

Soon, citizens throughout the Interstellar Federation were bombarded by a wide array of advertisements.

On one hand, there were the game promotions from the Exotic Realm company. On the other, there were public service announcements explaining the intelligence about the game world. The two campaigns ran in parallel.

It was because of this advertising blitz that the entire populace of the Federation learned about the existence of another universe and the fact that playing this game could enhance their physical abilities.

They also learned that super-powered individuals from the other world could directly affect them and cause catastrophic damage.

Since it concerned their own well-being, the hype surrounding Exotic Realm quickly reached a fever pitch, becoming a topic of discussion for nearly everyone.

Before long, Exotic Realm opened a lottery for 50 million spots in its first open beta. With trillions of Federation members participating, the spots were claimed in less than a second.

Meanwhile, for Fang Can, the night spent with Jiang Ning’an flew by.

Before he transmigrated, his life had been a monotonous routine, like that of an ascetic monk. His parents didn’t care for him, and being all alone, he’d never felt the need to go out for fun.

So, he had never been to places like amusement parks or aquariums—the top spots on any young couple’s dating checklist.

This time, he was supposedly taking Jiang Ning’an out, but Fang Can himself was curious about these things too. Throughout the evening, they tried all sorts of attractions.

They had fun until late into the night before reluctantly heading back.

When Fang Can awoke from his cultivation the next day, he felt a small figure lying on his chest and could only let out a helpless sigh.

"What’s wrong? Are you disappointed it’s not Ning An?" Liu Qingmeng said coldly, her brow furrowed.

"Of course not. Senior, you can continue replenishing your mana. I’ll get back to my cultivation," Fang Can said with a sigh.

He’d had a great time with Jiang Ning’an last night, but life had to go on, and he couldn’t neglect Liu Qingmeng’s mana replenishment either.

This situation, however, filled Fang Can with a strange sense of depravity.

Just last night he was cheerfully visiting tourist spots with his disciple, and this morning he was in bed with her master.

What’s more, this master was just an incarnation of the real one. The main body was an ice-cold, mature beauty, but this incarnation was a cute, imperious, over-100-year-old "legal loli" who probably had her own designs on him.

’Messy... This is too messy...’

Fang Can let out a long sigh. ’He had no idea how their relationships had gotten so complicated.’

And to his shame, Fang Can secretly felt that...

’...it was actually kind of thrilling! Messing around with the incarnation behind Jiang Ning’an’s back.’

’Hold it together, Fang Can, you have to hold it together. Don’t be seduced by this beautiful temptress. Where are your morals? Where are your principles?’

Fang Can suppressed the greedy urge welling up inside him—the desire to completely devour the incarnation on his chest—and constantly focused on calming his mind.

It wasn’t that Fang Can was a slave to lust. After all, he could withstand an AT-Field a hundred times over.

The main reason was the thought of the Liu Qingmeng in the Otherworld—with her cold face that looked like the world owed her a billion dollars—who had recently tried to erase his memories.

If he actually did something with this incarnation here, Fang Can couldn’t wait to see the look on Liu Qingmeng’s face when he reached Great Derivation.

Just imagining Liu Qingmeng’s flustered, furious expression gave Fang Can a thrill of vengeful satisfaction.

Fang Can realized that ever since he’d entered the First Turn, his mind had a tendency to wander, making it harder to suppress all sorts of wild thoughts.

At the Transcendent Body stage, a Martial Artist’s thoughts were merely the product of hormones. By controlling them, one could easily calm their mind.

But upon reaching the Heaven-Ascending Road, a person became a massive emotion generator. Even if their hormone levels were adjusted to zero, they would still feel a full range of emotions.

Under these conditions, a Martial Artist was more susceptible than anyone to madness and emotional instability.

But while other Martial Artists only had these thoughts in their heads, Fang Can had refined his entire body into a brain.

In other words, he had tens, even hundreds, of times more stray thoughts than others, constantly trapped in a combined state of anger, sloth, and repressed desire.

If not for the heightened rationality granted by his Piji Tailai ability, which allowed his "mind-ape" to control his "will-horse," Fang Can probably would have already gone wild and thrown a massive orgy.

Even though his rational mind told him that Liu Qingmeng had actually been good to him and that these thoughts were wrong...

...at most, Fang Can could control his body’s actions. Could he control what his body *wanted* to think?

Knowing it was wrong meant he wouldn’t act on it, but he still couldn’t resist the urge to utterly humiliate a Divine Maiden-like figure such as Liu Qingmeng.

’Sigh... these urges are overwhelming...’

Feeling his "will-horse" growing more restless by the day, Fang Can was frustrated. ’Why am I being so sleazy right now?’

If it weren’t for his absolute control over his body, he would have been pitching a tent first thing in the morning.

He was afraid he could have lifted the incarnation of Liu Qingmeng’s delicate body right up with it.

’Once this mana replenishment is done, I should go find my ’harem’ and let off some steam. Otherwise, it’s going to affect my cultivation,’ Fang Can thought as he endured.