Chapter 351 - 347: Supermale Fang Can

Chapter 351: Chapter 347: Supermale Fang Can

In the Dayan Capital, a deathly stillness hung over the entire imperial court, both inside and out.

The court had been in this state ever since Ji Donglai and his group of superpowered individuals went missing some time ago.

They had thought they could use the matter of the superpowered individuals to finally rise to prominence, but instead, the Great Derivation had suffered yet another setback.

Jiang Qilan listened patiently to the reports from the court officials below.

Since becoming the empress, she had gradually grown accustomed to this life, listening to petitions and granting approvals with monotonous regularity every day.

Compared to her, these ministers, who had lived for hundreds of years, seemed far superior in both experience and methods. The solutions they proposed were always more reasonable than her own.

Seated high on the Dragon Throne, gazing down at the ministers below, Jiang Qilan’s mind began to wander as she zoned out.

’I heard Brother Fang and Sect Leader Liu entered a secret realm together and still haven’t returned.’

’According to the news brought back by the other Fourth Turn experts, Brother Fang might have received a Sixth Turn inheritance. I just don’t know when I’ll see him again.’

’And then there’s the matter with the superpowered individuals... Brother Fang probably doesn’t know yet...’

...

Jiang Qilan’s thoughts continued to drift until she suddenly realized she was still holding court.

Looking at the solemn-faced ministers below, she was just about to dismiss the court when a deep, bone-chilling voice echoed into the great hall.

"All of you, get out here and see me!"

The voice rolled like thunder, shaking the entire Capital City, yet Jiang Qilan found it somewhat familiar.

Before she could give it much thought, a giant palm of roiling black mist suddenly materialized in the empty space outside the hall.

The palm was easily a thousand feet wide. As its knuckles flexed, the air currents it generated tore the clouds in the sky to wispy shreds. The very atmosphere trembled where it passed, and even light itself was distorted by its power.

The instant it solidified, the giant palm swiped out! The golden tiles on the palace dome instantly turned to dust, beams and pillars snapped one after another like straws, and spiderweb cracks spread across the walls carved with dragons and phoenixes.

Before the ministers could recover from their shock, the entire structure was swatted aside as if it were made of paper. Sunlight from the outside immediately flooded the great hall, now reduced to ruins.

In the sunlight, they could see a young man wreathed in Evil Qi standing outside. His white hair danced wildly like a waterfall, and tangible flames of fury burned in his scarlet eyes.

"Fang Can!"

In an instant, all the ministers recognized the white-haired young man.

Without dwelling on why the young man’s appearance had changed, they looked at his current state and one thought leaped into all their minds—’He’s here for trouble!’

After giving the entire palace a remodel for better lighting with a single wave of his hand, Fang Can stood his ground, suppressing the emotions churning within him.

He, too, realized that something was wrong with his current state.

So, the time it took for the people inside to come out would be a good opportunity to get his mind in order.

But the more he tried to compose himself, the more agitated he became. It was like being forcibly woken up right as he was about to sleep after pulling three all-nighters; he didn’t have an ounce of patience left.

’Did the Sin of Wrath erupt prematurely because of the accident?’ Fang Can wondered.

As he pondered, the ministers and the empress filed out from the ruined hall, and his brief moment of introspection instantly soured back into impatience.

’Want to kill... want to fuck... want to fight...’

Along with the rage came all sorts of urges to vent.

If the Sin of Pride was merely scorning everything...

...then the Sin of Wrath was the desire to unleash his malice upon the world.

Almost instantly, Fang Can appeared before a minister, his eyes filled with malice.

"Fang... Sir Fang, what are your orders?" the minister stammered, swallowing hard. He felt like a lamb being stared down by a dinosaur.

"You’re so fucking ugly it pisses me off. I bet you’ve cursed me in your heart before, haven’t you!"

Fang Can said coldly, and in the next instant, his fist shot out like a cannonball, sinking deep into the minister’s cheek.

A tremendous roar echoed in the ministers’ ears, and they saw Fang Can’s punch carve a trench that stretched for miles.

At the far end of the trench, a man with a shattered skeleton was embedded in a cliff face, his clothes in tatters. His face was swollen like a pig’s head, and he was unconscious, his fate unknown.

And that was the result of Fang Can subconsciously holding back. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been a simple knockout; everyone present would have been turned to ash by the aftershock.

’He... Fang Can has gone mad! Absolutely insane!’ This judgment rose in everyone’s minds, and their legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

They could no longer see any trace of the innocent youth from before in this sullen-faced young man. The person before them was like someone who had fallen to the Demon Dao.

CRACK CRACK CRACK—

Cracking his knuckles, Fang Can managed to lower his fist with great difficulty.

He had just successfully prevented a vicious mass murder—all thanks to his own extraordinary self-control!

Slowly exhaling, Fang Can cocked his head, a vicious glint in his eyes. "While I can still control myself, start talking. What’s the deal with that Asura Dao guy."

With that, Fang Can sat down on a broken stone pillar, waiting for the ministers to explain.

After a brief silence, facing Fang Can’s increasingly impatient gaze, Prince Qing finally organized his thoughts and spoke up:

"He is a Fifth Turn master who returned from the Nightmare Space, by the name of Ye Xiuyuan. After hearing that Mr. Ji and the others were from an Exotic Realm, he sought them out directly for a battle."

"The battle took place over the Endless Sea. The terrifying destruction was so great that the near world-ending aftershocks could be observed even from a million kilometers away."

"In the end, the Asura Dao master returned completely unscathed. From conversations some of our Fourth Turn experts had with him, we know that Mr. Ji likely managed to escape."

"After that, we received no further news from Mr. Ji. However, according to information from those ’players’ in the Otherworld, the White Federation and the Black Empire have formally established diplomatic relations with the New Country. There might be a risk of annexation, so Mr. Ji’s situation is likely not very good right now."

Listening to Prince Qing’s report, Fang Can suppressed his anger and asked, "What about that Fifth Turn, Ye Xiuyuan?"

"He went back. They say there’s a time limit each time they come down. The duration he had this time was short, and he had missions to carry out when he returned. So he only stayed for two or three days before leaving. He said he’d be able to come back before long."

Prince Qing explained, then looked at Fang Can and added, "Your current state seems a bit... off."

"None of your business." Fang Can cut him off with a wave of his hand. "I’ll ask you one thing: have the war reparations the other countries promised arrived yet?"

Prince Qing fell silent for a moment before replying, "...No. Since Mr. Ji disappeared, the matter has been completely shelved. What are you planning to do?"

"What am I going to do?" Fang Can cracked a chillingly pleasant smile. "I’m in a really foul mood right now. What do you *think* I’m going to do?"