Chapter 51: Preferring to Be Passive

Inside the young maiden's bedchamber, Fang Can looked at Ye Qingshi, who was bound hand and foot with hemp rope, a speechless expression in his eyes.

It was only at this moment that he truly understood the terrifying nature of worshiping gods.

It was the desperate resolve of a fanatic willing to mortgage everything they possessed.

Abandoning wives and daughters, scattering family fortunes, all just to please the deities! Even Satoru Gojo would look upon this and feel inferior.

"Mmm-mm-mmm!" Seeing Fang Can walk in, Ye Qingshi, whose mouth was stuffed with a handkerchief, let out muffled whimpers while frantically shifting her body away from him as a warning.

*Hmph.* Watching the young maiden's antics, Fang Can couldn't help but chuckle softly before finally speaking:

"Miss Ye, please don't look at me as if you've just seen a ghost. Why do you all assume I have such an obsession with women? That sort of thing is nowhere near as attractive as martial arts."

As he spoke, Fang Can stepped forward and pulled the silk scarf out of Ye Qingshi's mouth, saying, "I told you, I don't have much interest in young women who still possess basic physiological needs."

He raised a hand to cover Ye Qingshi's mouth as she opened it to hurl insults, feeling his skin pressed against her pearly white teeth.

From the look in Ye Qingshi's eyes, Fang Can could tell she was utterly furious and was biting down with absolute, maximum force.

However, Fang Can's Tiger-Subduing and Dragon-Taming Golden Body had already entered the initial stage of mastery. His skin naturally possessed a resilient, springy toughness. With just the strength of an ordinary young woman who had never practiced martial arts, it was utterly impossible to harm him.

Ye Qingshi only felt as though she were biting down on a thick, soft yet incredibly resilient piece of rubber band. No matter how fiercely she gnawed, she could not break the skin.

Fang Can continued, "Miss Ye, stop making a fuss. I only want to practice martial arts in peace, so stop wasting my time."

With that, he threatened her in an utterly flat tone, "If Miss Ye continues to scream and shout, I will have to resort to hard measures."

"For instance, every time you scream, I'll take off one of your pieces of clothing."

Although it sounded somewhat perverted—and thinking about it, it was indeed quite perverted—this method was very effective, wasn't it?

As his voice fell, Fang Can slowly withdrew his hand from the maiden's face. The next moment, an angry curse erupted from Ye Qingshi's lips.

"Fang Can! You despicable—"

Before she could finish, with a sharp ripping sound, Fang Can grabbed Ye Qingshi's collar and gave it a vicious yank.

*Ripping sound!*

Accompanied by the sound of tearing fabric, Ye Qingshi's green dress split open at the bodice, tearing directly in two and exposing the pinkish-white *doudu* underneath that concealed her delicate skin.

The next moment, a maidenly fragrance drifted into Fang Can's nostrils—it seemed to be Ye Qingshi's natural body scent.

Through the scent alone, Fang Can felt as though a lotus blossom was unfolding right before him.

*This scent is actually giving me a synesthetic effect.* Fang Can, who hadn't yet returned his high school knowledge to his teachers, made this analytical judgment.

The effect of taking direct action was immediate. Ye Qingshi's words were cut off completely. Clutching her torn outer garment, she glared at Fang Can with resentful eyes.

*Hmph, you thought you could threaten me?* Seeing her back down, a smug smile appeared on Fang Can's face.

"You... what on earth do you want?" Ye Qingshi asked through gritted teeth.

"I said it before, I just want Miss Ye to assist me in my cultivation," Fang Can replied casually.

"How?" Ye Qingshi demanded.

"Well... how about Miss Ye hugs me?" Fang Can asked after a moment of thought.

"What did you say?" Ye Qingshi stared wide-eyed, wanting to curse him out again, but remembering what had just happened, she forcefully checked herself.

The young maiden took a deep breath and said, "Not only do you want to violate me, but you want me to take the initiative?"

What next? Was it going to be: *Miss Ye, help me change my clothes; Miss Ye, help me jack me off; Miss Ye, just rub against it without going in; Miss Ye, slide on in; Miss Ye, now that you're in, move yourself...*

In that brief instant, Ye Qingshi's imagination ran wild. Thinking of those scenes, she felt that Fang Can simply wasn't human. Did he actually enjoy forcing girls to play the active role?

"I told you, this isn't violation," Fang Can said, spreading his hands. "It's just my cultivation method. Anyway, your clothes are already off, so please cooperate, Miss Ye."

"You..." Ye Qingshi pointed at Fang Can, too angry to form a coherent sentence.

"Miss Ye, since you're already here, you might as well submit to me," Fang Can said with a remarkably sincere expression.

Seeing that she was still hesitating, Fang Can sighed helplessly, "Well then, I'm coming over."

As soon as he spoke, Ye Qingshi felt her body grow tense as a warm figure pressed close against her, gently wrapping its arms around her.

Immediately afterward, Ye Qingshi felt her shoulder grow heavy. Fang Can had rested his head on her shoulder, seemingly drifting off to sleep.

She wanted to struggle, but a low, magnetic voice sounded right beside her ear: "Don't move. I'm about to start cultivating."

"Damned scoundrel." Ye Qingshi gnashed her teeth in fury, yet she knew full well that she was no match for him at all; the more she struggled, the harsher the punishment would be.

Pushing aside the endless stream of thoughts arising in the maiden's heart, Fang Can sank his consciousness inward, perceiving the changes within his body.

Ever since that small booklet had been distributed in the morning, Fang Can's "Out of Adversity Comes Blessing" innate talent had been continuously triggered.

As time passed, by now Fang Can felt that his aptitude had solidified at fifty times the normal baseline.

Combined with close-contact cuddling with Ye Qingshi, it had firmly stabilized at sixty times the normal baseline.

That was sixty times the luck, sixty times the innate talent, sixty times the intuition, and sixty times the willpower of an ordinary person...

Relying merely on his intuition, he could faintly sense countless invisible malicious intentions spreading toward this place from everywhere.

That was the mental voyeurism directed at him by billions of martial artists and mortals across the entire world. Even if merely one ten-thousandth of them harbored hostility, it was still a terrifying number.

*This feels a bit dangerous.* Fang Can leaned against the maiden's shoulder, unable to suppress a slight sense of pressure.

Moving forward, he would likely need some basic self-defense martial arts, especially concerning lethal combat.

*Let's cultivate the Tiger-Subduing and Dragon-Taming Golden Body to its peak first, and then start experimenting with modifying martial arts techniques,* Fang Can thought to himself. Of course, improving his realm could not be neglected either.

Accompanied by this thought, the efficiency of tempering the skin on Fang Can's body increased to its maximum state. Under the bonus of his innate talent, he inched closer and closer toward the absolute peak.

As for Ye Qingshi, who was being held by Fang Can, she could feel his body begin to tremble slightly, wave after wave of strange vibrations pulsing continuously from his entire frame.

"What is this guy doing?" Ye Qingshi felt the continuous vibrations coursing through her body, filled with confusion.

Yet what brought her a shred of reassurance was that Fang Can truly had no intention of laying a hand on her; the two of them simply remained locked in an embrace for the entire morning.

On Fang Can's end, with his aptitude enhanced, he managed to raise the muscular tension in his outer skin to sixty-nine vibrations per second in just a single morning's time.

The reason he didn't increase it further was because the current toughness of his flesh and blood could only handle this degree.

As his realm advanced further in the future, his skin would naturally elevate to high-frequency vibrations of eighty-one pulses per second.

"Next, it's time to start experimenting with some new research..." Fang Can closed his eyes in contemplation.