Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 263 The Boy Taken Away by the Hehuan Sect

"So you understand now."

Inside the upside-down door, the sand whale spoke with a hint of apprehension in its eyes:
"The women of Suxinzhai are absolutely untouchable. The higher your cultivation level, the greater the backlash you will suffer if you become involved with them."

"If they get involved with the outer or inner disciples of Suxinzhai, it's one thing if they lose some of their power."

"But if you encounter those elders, or even the Holy Maiden and the Master of the main branch, you must avoid them like the plague in the martial world."

With a sigh, Sha Jing said, "We martial artists on the Path to Heaven have come this far by training hard in the coldest and hottest winters and summers, enduring decades or even centuries without ever slacking off for a single day."

"And the main branch of Suxinzhai actually thought it could devour my century of cultivation with just a mere diaphragm? It's not that easy."

"I, Sha Jing, have suffered so much to break through to the fourth level, while that little girl who was only at the third level just now only needs to sleep with someone at the fourth level to get her away."

"It is precisely because fourth-level martial artists in the martial arts world avoid them like the plague, and they look down on third-level martial artists, that the recent generations of masters and saintesses are all virgins."

……

Meanwhile, what was Liu Qingmeng doing while Fang Can was being taken to Suxinzhai?

She was still suppressing the surging consciousness within her caused by Xiaoliu's memories.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

In the bedroom where the sect leader of Jiejian Mountain was resting, Liu Qingmeng pressed her hand down, unable to suppress her usually calm temper.

"Of course, it's about using Fang Can's spellcasting materials in my mind to perform water magic without chanting."

The avatar spoke matter-of-factly, its jade-like fingers reaching down to cast a spell, only to be firmly held down by its own right hand: "Can't you be a little more reserved?"

"I like Fang Can. It's normal that I couldn't resist after seeing so many of his erotic pictures."

"Food and sex are basic human needs. I've already reached the fourth level and don't need to eat anymore. This is all I have left now. Are you going to stop me, you idiot?"

"I am you, don't treat me like a foreigner. I've been single for so many years, and today I'm going to cast a spell on you!"

……

Liu Qingmeng was almost driven to the brink of madness by her own distracting thoughts.

While enduring the various erotic images generated in the other person's mind, he also had to suppress his own body, and his mind was bombarded by the other person's machine gun.

'How could my lewd thoughts be about a crazy woman like you!'

Liu Qingmeng questioned in her mind, but then a smile appeared on her face: "Hey, haha, you still won't admit it? It's already so moist even before you've started chanting."

"This is clearly caused by your influence."

"I am you!"

"...Ning'an likes him! Don't do anything rash!"

"So what? Just consider it as using NTR on my disciple to help Ning'an cultivate 'Greenery'!"

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"..."

“Others can surpass your apprentice, so why can’t you? Fang Can is someone we’ve watched grow step by step.”

"..."

"Hmph! Anyone who can reach the fourth level has some mental issues. They're all self-obsessed psychopaths, trapped in their own world and unable to escape. You're not worried about your disciple at all; you're just cowardly."

"..."

"Now I can finally cast a spell, right?"

"No!!!" After a long silence, the refusal remained firm.

"Damn it, Liu Qingmeng, are you feeling smug? You're utterly inhuman. You'll see even the victim Jiang Ning'an and your own alter ego rise to power while you're still stuck there."

Ignoring the constant rants of the "loser" in her head, she had become quite adept at generating various erotic images during this time, and had begun to desensitize herself to pictures of Fang Can.

At this moment, her mental state, which had initially triggered a subconscious physiological reaction upon seeing TuTu, has become normal.

'Since that's the case, let this loser-like way of thinking run rampant in my mind.'

Liu Qingmeng temporarily abandoned her idea of ​​refining the material, allowing the other party to stimulate her through various means.

She realized that she seemed to have made the wrong choice.

Having lived a life of purity and abstinence for over a hundred years, I was suddenly overwhelmed by the emotions and desires stirred up by that kid Fang Can. Simply suppressing my emotions would be too weak.

True strength lies in recognizing the essence of life and remaining unmoved by the attacks of baseless love.

The more this consciousness attacks one's mind, the more it tempers one's will, until one day one can completely ignore Fang Can upon seeing him. At that time, one will inevitably be closer to the fifth level of enlightenment.

Silently closing her eyes, she let random thoughts continuously generate erotic images of Fang Can in her mind, from Fang Can and herself to Fang Can and others.

From initial resistance to expressionless appreciation, and finally to indifferent observation, Liu Qingmeng knew that the soft, gentle self who had been moved by the boy was dead.

Even if Fang Can himself stood naked in front of me, seducing me, I wouldn't waver in the slightest. Come and see for yourself.

Having studied Fang Canse's numerous diagrams, Liu Qingmeng, whose theoretical experience was now incredibly rich, thought to herself with certainty.

She was even beginning to anticipate seeing Fang Can again, her heart as still as water. Did Fang Can really think he could stir her emotions?
That's utterly absurd!

But where is Fang Can now?

The thought subconsciously arose in Liu Qingmeng's mind.

This wasn't about wanting to be brilliant; it was simply about testing the state of mind one had achieved—a state of perfect tranquility.

That’s right! That’s it.

'If my guess is correct, Fang Can should already be under the protection of other superpowered individuals. Even without the protection of Jiejian Mountain, he should be safe.'

Liu Qingmeng thought to himself with relief, while the boy he was thinking of was already on his way to Suxinzhai in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Sitting on the floating carpet, Fang Can had already restored his aura to its peak. He watched indifferently as the land below rushed past him, the horizon gradually receding.

"Young hero, are you perhaps trying to escape?" A sweet, seductive voice rang in his ears, causing Fang Can to frown subconsciously.

The woman in red was looking at Fang Can with amazement as his body was filled with vigorous blood energy. He had recovered completely in just a short while. His physical body was indeed remarkable.

"Don't worry, you're a third-stage Pure Heart Sect Saintess, while I'm only a first-stage Saintess. I'm not foolish enough to try to run away."

Fang Can said coldly that although there were some discrepancies with his plan, as long as he could get through these three days, everything would be fine.

Although he didn't know what terrifying methods the Hehuan Sect would use to torture him over the next three days, as a superpowered individual, he could only endure it.

Everything is for the superpowered individuals; let's grit our teeth and endure the hardship, Niu Zi.

Whether it's a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand, with his composure, if he got so excited that he changed his expression, he wouldn't be Fang Can!
Just as Fang Can was making up his mind, the girl leaned forward and asked curiously, "I heard you were originally from Jiejian Mountain. Why didn't your sect want you anymore?"

"I heard that the Sword-Snatching Mountain is full of female warriors who cultivate in seclusion. Could it be that you, young hero, couldn't control yourself and had some improper relationships there, resulting in your expulsion from the sect?"

In the air, riding on a flying carpet of sacrificial offerings.

Upon hearing the girl's question, Fang Can subconsciously thought of that beautiful blue-haired figure, who seemed like a fairy.

To be honest, he couldn't understand Liu Qingmeng's current thoughts either. They were completely inexplicable, like she was having a split personality, changing her mind every now and then.

He glanced at the woman indifferently and said, "Why are you asking these questions, young lady? I am now a prisoner and have nothing to do with Jiejian Mountain."

"Hmph, I know that even if you don't tell me."

The woman in the red dress proudly raised her head and said:

"It must be because you've been having affairs. Those female cultivators can't stand it, especially since you've also practiced the Yin God Technique of my Su Xin Zhai. It's only right that you're destined to be with my sect."

"The Y God Curse is from your Suxinzhai?" Fang Can was slightly surprised. "Didn't you say it originated from the Hehuan Sect?"

The original technique was said to have originated from the Hehuan Sect, so why was it renamed Suxinzhai?

"Because the previous sect leaders felt that the word 'Hehuan' was too obvious and not elegant enough, they changed the name. You didn't know that."

The young girl looked at Fang Can with a smile, her eyes seemingly capable of bewitching him, and said, "Young hero, the female cultivators of Jiejian Mountain don't know how to treat people well, so let our Suxinzhai treat you well."

"The next three days will definitely bring you unimaginable joy, so why not start the real work of absorbing your essence now?"

The girl's eyes were alluring, and her voice carried a delicate fragrance. She seemed ready to transform into a beast of desire and devour Fang Can at any moment. No wonder she came from Suxinzhai.

Unfortunately for Fang Can, who had already killed two hundred people, he had already seen through the opponent's strengths and weaknesses, just like looking at a withered person with a functional star impairment:
"Alright, you little Chu girl, trying to seduce men like others. Once I actually get my hands on you, you'll be scared. You won't be able to handle it."

Fang Can turned around and found a comfortable position to lie down, exposing her back, and closed her eyes to calm herself.

The rest of the time may be spent without sleep, as I'll be preparing for the intense battle against Suxinzhai. I need to get my energy ready in advance.

Looking at the unmoved white-haired boy, the girl became somewhat exasperated:
"Do you think I wouldn't dare? You're just a lowly martial artist at the first level of cultivation, not worthy of my sect's Holy Maiden's personal intervention for cultivation. Let's talk about it after you reach the fourth level."

This time, however, she was met with a long silence.

As Fang Canzhen had said, he was completely unmoved by the beautiful woman who might be within his grasp, and simply covered his head and went to sleep.

Instead, the seemingly experienced young girl sulked and controlled the flying carpet to fly towards the Great Zhou.

Half an hour later, Fang Can was awakened by the rising and falling sounds, which were like waves, composed of hundreds and thousands of female voices.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh—"

What's that noise?

Upon hearing the sound, Fang Can subconsciously woke up from the flying carpet. When he regained consciousness, the sound waves around him became even more terrifying.

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh—"

With a bewildered look in his eyes, Fang Can discovered that the flying carpet had stopped in a square.

In this huge square, countless figures were intertwined like pythons, and the sound waves heard earlier came from the mouths of those women.

According to Fang Can's observation, those men were all young men who were skin and bones, and it seemed that they had been subjected to excessive sexual exploitation.

As for the images of those women... Fang Can couldn't quite put his finger on it.

First of all, the appearances of these female cultivators from Suxinzhai are generally quite good, averaging 8 out of 10, but their figures are rather greasy.

It gave Fang Can the feeling of a fairy from a Pixiv short story.

(End of this chapter)