Chapter 244 - 242: Fang Can’s Confessions

Chapter 244: Chapter 242: Fang Can’s Confessions

Late at night, in a dim room, Fang Can sat alone cross-legged on his bed.

Within the sea of his consciousness, Fang Can’s will had taken on a human form, floating beside a visualized sun.

In its well-defined, alabaster fingers, it held a faint golden, illusory writing brush.

After a moment’s hesitation, the content flowed out as smoothly as water as he wrote within his sea of mind. Every stroke of the brush left golden characters hanging in the void.

This was the first time Fang Can had written since he began cultivating the Martial Dao.

He used his thoughts as a brush and his emotions as ink, splashing words across his sea of mind to leave his mark.

He wasn’t doing this to complete some assignment, but merely to dissect his own psyche.

Spurred by his inexplicable desire for revenge against Liu Qingmeng, Fang Can had begun to take the changes in his psyche since his First Turn seriously.

Martial Artists of the Heaven-Ascending Road are manifestations of their own minds, making it inherently difficult for them to rein in their wild and restless thoughts.

And Fang Can had dozens of times more of these stray thoughts than anyone else.

On the one hand, for this mind-based Martial Dao, the more thoughts you had, the faster your power grew when you refined them.

On the other hand, it meant Fang Can’s actions were becoming difficult to control.

This had already happened several times.

For instance, there was the sudden urge to vent his frustrations and destroy everything during the welcoming ceremony for the new ability users.

Or the time he was just sharing a bed with the avatar and wanted to let his little head do the thinking for his big one.

Fang Can wasn’t accustomed to this feeling of being plagued by a jungle of stray thoughts and inner turmoil, so he decided to examine his own psyche by writing everything down.

Simply put, he was going to keep a diary!

Even though the current Fang Can already had a photographic memory, he figured a diary detailing his state of mind would serve as a more effective warning to himself.

Since this diary was for his eyes only, Fang Can didn’t hold anything back.

This much was clear from the content he recorded. He truly wasn’t pulling any punches with himself.

Day Six of the First Turn:

I had just finished my morning cultivation when I saw Elder Liu’s avatar lying prone before me.

After the First Turn, my five senses have become so sharp that I could easily feel the cotton-like softness of her curves, even through her clothes.

’I can only imagine how good they would feel to the touch.’

’Just from our close contact, I could construct her three measurements in my head: xx, xx, xx.’

’The thought that this is the avatar of that Fourth Turn master makes me restless, filled with a bit of a desire for revenge.’

’I know for a fact this avatar has feelings for me that cross a forbidden line. To put it simply, she wants to sleep with her own disciple.’

’That’s right. After her power regressed, Xiaoliu actually thinks I haven’t noticed what she’s thinking.’

’Does she really think I’m some dense herbivore protagonist?’

’I’m fully aware of the allure my status as a ’prime cauldron’ has for the opposite sex. I can’t help but feel a little proud of this ability.’

’Xiaoliu is just an avatar who has lost her power, no different from a mortal. There’s no way she can resist my charm.’

’Perhaps Xiaoliu herself can’t even tell how much of her affection for me is actually selfish desire for the ’cauldron.’’

’I’m sure if I just proposed Dual Cultivation, I could devour both Elder Jiang and Xiaoliu in a single day.’

’Afterward, with a few sweet nothings, they would reluctantly but ultimately accept a situation where they both serve one man.’

’But that’s completely wrong. Elder Jiang’s feelings for me are genuine, and Xiaoliu’s true self has shown me great kindness.’

’Damn it! I’m fantasizing again.’

’Fantasizing that Elder Liu won’t be able to live without me?’

’Damn it, what’s the point of having such a vivid imagination after the First Turn?!’

’What the fuck is this depraved shit I’m thinking? Back to the diary.’

...

The above was merely a stream of consciousness stemming from a minor incident on the morning of the sixth day. Yet, in that single day, Fang Can had written thousands upon thousands of words.

Silently reading the contents of the diary in his sea of mind, Fang Can rubbed his temples with a pained expression.

Having recorded every one of his inner thoughts without reservation, he felt like he was reading the personal introductions of Tzeentch, Nurgle, Khorne, and Slaanesh.

But this was also why Fang Can now understood the severity of the situation. He had become this depraved after breaking through to the First Turn.

’I have to keep up this habit of writing in the diary. I need to constantly remind myself.’

’Otherwise, if my thoughts start down this slippery slope and I end up making a mistake, who knows what I’ll turn into.’

Without the restraint of his own morality, Fang Can couldn’t imagine what terrifying things might happen. He might truly be capable of corrupting the entire world.

Muttering to himself, time flew by as he dedicated himself completely to his cultivation.

With the threat of the Otherworld’s Martial Dao looming, as time passed, Fang Can could clearly feel his talent rising to meet the challenge, spurred on by the crisis.

Several more days passed in a flash. Thanks to Fang Can’s relentless training, he successfully completed his Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment.

This meant his power had increased tenfold once again. His physical body had passed its rapid growth phase, and the increase in his strength now resembled a steady stream rather than a bursting flood.

Standing alone on the balcony, feeling the sunlight beat down on him, Fang Can carefully savored the power contained within his flesh and blood.

An ordinary Tenth Layer Transcendent Body has a baseline strength of 60 tons. After the First Turn, that is multiplied by ten to become 600 tons.

’As for my current baseline strength... it’s around 90,000 tons? That’s more than a hundred times stronger than an ordinary First Turn practitioner.’

Thinking back to his fight with Xiang Yinchen a few days ago, he realized that now, relying solely on his baseline strength, he had already reached the standard level of the Martial Arts Second Turn.

And if he were to activate his Forbidden Word Skill, he wouldn’t be at a disadvantage even against a Third Turn expert.

’But it’s still not nearly enough.’ Fang Can gently clenched his fist. The thought that he would soon have to face a siege by multiple Fourth Turn experts was suffocating.

Even if his talent was peerless, allowing him to reach the First Turn in a few months—a journey that took others decades of arduous cultivation—it was still too slow.

’Or maybe... I should try that Replenishing Skill from my past life again.’

Fang Can forcibly suppressed the thought the moment it arose. ’One step at a time,’ he told himself.

Besides, who could he even use it on? Liu Qingmeng or Jiang Ning’an?

As he pondered, Fang Can’s phone chimed softly. He had received a message from the Gimmick King.

He opened it and glanced at the screen, which contained a detailed list of various ability users’ powers.

Elementalization, Anti-Meme Cloak, Damage Sharing, Consciousness Control...

Every ability user on the list had shaken hands with the Gimmick King, which meant he could borrow their abilities at any time.

Therefore, for the coming battle, he needed to configure his loadout carefully. There was absolutely no room for error.

With this in mind, Fang Can called the Gimmick King. The moment the call connected, he was greeted by the other man’s excited voice:

"Fang Can, guess what stage my Infinite Protagonist Project is at!"