Chapter Fifty-Two: Cultivation Technique Revision and a Stroke of Romance?

“Relying solely on the brain to think is far too troublesome,” Fang Can mused.

The human body is incredibly fragile. Once it reaches the brink of death, the brain immediately severs connection, plunging into unconsciousness.

Consider the back of the head, the vagus nerve beneath the jaw, the cervical vertebrae...

Any strike to these areas could induce a loss of consciousness.

Previously, Fang Can had attempted to train after ingesting arsenic, but the drug’s potency was too overwhelming. Although he did not die, he still fell into a death-like coma.

Such a body is inconvenient in many ways.

Thus, Fang Can pondered whether there was a method to keep moving even if the brain’s core was damaged.

Seven or eight days had passed; it was time to modify the Great Sun Imperishable Demon Body and enhance its physical hardware.

If the brain’s configuration was insufficient, then he would abandon brain-based thinking and let the body act on its own.

In Fang Can’s vision, the Great Sun Imperishable Demon Body should be able to revive even from a single cell or fragment, symbolizing ultimate vitality.

Therefore, he resolved to embed his will into every cell, no longer relying on the so-called brain to think.

Even if the heart was pierced, the brain exploded, or the cervical vertebrae shattered, he could still fight to his last drop of blood.

“So I need to grant the body the ability to think like the brain, enabling every cell to transmit information like a neuron.”

“Even if the brain is destroyed, the body can still make the most correct choices and continue to clash with the enemy until the end of time!”

Fang Can contemplated and refined several details.

For other martial artists, this function might be trivial—merely preventing unconsciousness.

But for Fang Can, whose nature was indomitable, as long as he had sufficient energy, his body would slowly regenerate even if shattered. This was why he had attained the Immortal Body stage and remained undefeated.

Hence, preventing the enemy from seizing control was crucial.

Just as Fang Can was about to delve deeper, Ye Qingshi’s plaintive voice sounded by his ear: “Are you done yet? You’ve been holding me for ages, and now I’m hungry.”

Her words snapped Fang Can out of his mental storm. Only then did he recall that the girl before him was an ordinary human, unable to photosynthesize like him.

He stepped back and got off her, nodding: “Miss Ye, I apologize for earlier…”

Before he could finish, Ye Qingshi fled like a startled fawn, tossing her hair as she turned, a wisp of fragrance brushing against Fang Can’s face.

Silently watching her disappear from sight, Fang Can stepped outside. Bathed in the midday sun, he began slowly practicing his fists, further strengthening his flesh and blood.

Not long after, feeling his body visibly improve, he was confident he could reach the Ninth Layer of Mystical Pass within a month at this pace.

“Three days per layer?” A slight smile curved his lips as he methodically resumed training.

While practicing, he attempted to extend the vibration effect of the Tiger-Subduing Dragon-Descending Golden Body from the skin’s surface to his flesh, bones, and spinal cord.

If every inch of his body vibrated and surged, it would be a tremendous boon both for training and combat.

The Tiger Fiend Sect was merely a newly risen power less than a century old. Compared to the deeply rooted royal families and aristocratic clans, it lagged far behind in accumulated experience.

Both in martial combat and training techniques, the gap was vast.

The methods taught to the disciples in the Martial Hall were probably mere trinkets to those noble houses.

What Fang Can was doing now was relying on his extraordinary talent and wisdom to climb barehanded and surpass the millions of years of accumulated knowledge held by those aristocrats and royals.

And then trample all their enemies underfoot.

“Start from the basics, such as surpassing the so-called First on the Hidden Dragon List at the Immortal Body stage!” Fang Can thought confidently.

If even with his ‘cheats’ he couldn’t defeat that person, then what was the point? No use training or using tricks; better to just go back to the room and sleep with Ye Qingshi.

…

Meanwhile, in the capital of the Great Chu Kingdom.

A boy with a youthful face but a towering height of two and a half meters, broad shoulders, and a muscular build exuding a godlike aura sat cross-legged in the cold palace, eyes closed in meditation.

His immense size alone radiated a terrifying pressure.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from afar. A stunning young girl dressed in white robes with a scholar’s cap approached with a smile.

“You, brother, sure are patient. Didn’t you see who topped the Rising Dragon List?”

The girl clasped her hands behind her back, beaming: “Your tens of thousands of followers are ready to protect the way after seeing the rankings.”

“Heh.” The boy opened his eyes, curling his lips slightly: “What use is talent? That guy has beaten me too many times.”

“Brother, what do you mean?” the girl asked curiously.

“That guy only started martial arts at eighteen. His bones are fixed, and he’s at most two meters tall. How can he compare to my extraordinary physique?”

The boy grinned: “At the Immortal Body stage, all strength resides in the flesh. Given the same Ninth Layer of Mystical Pass, every major tendon’s power is comparable. My heavy body versus his smaller frame—killing Fang Can is like taking candy from a baby.”

“Moreover, the Grand Tournament among nations is in two months. Unless Fang Can reaches the Ninth Layer of Mystical Pass and meets me on that Inch Mountain within this time…”

“Otherwise, during the tournament, I will advance to the First Transformation, officially becoming an immortal. The gap between us will only widen.”

“Brother’s words make sense,” the girl laughed in agreement. “Then let me congratulate you in advance on winning first place at the tournament.”

“Enough flattery.” The boy ignored her compliment, coldly snorting: “Go back and train. You’ve wasted two years just to reach the Ninth Layer, and your cultivation is all flowery and delicate. When I was at the Fifth Layer, I could kill you with a single punch. What a waste of Chu’s domineering blood.”

“Don’t run into me during the Grand Tournament. Even if you’re my sister, I won’t hesitate to kill you with one punch.”

Hearing his words, the girl’s mouth twitched involuntarily as she looked at her brother’s godlike, muscular physique.

If she were to become like him, she might as well die.

Besides, what was the point of training? The true path of a martial artist only appears after ascending to the path of transcendence.

“Well, brother, you continue your training. I won’t disturb you anymore.” With that, she turned and left the hall.

Silence enveloped the room.

Back at the Blazing Sun Martial Hall, Fang Can ceased his movements, eyes fixed on the cold and beautiful woman before him.

“May I ask who you are?”

“You’re Fang Can?” Liu Qingmeng appraised the boy before her. “Looks like I’m lucky to have bumped into you just by wandering around.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Can furrowed his brows deeply.

His luck was uncontrollable.

It had been like this with Jiang Ning’an before and now with this unknown woman.

What kind of strange luck was this? Could he not keep things out of his life? He wasn’t short of women, yet his romantic fortunes were so wildly flourishing.