Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 264 A River of Sorrow Flows Backwards [6000 words completed today, please vote with monthly tickets]

What is the fairy in the ancient Chinese novel about Liu Bei?
She is a generation older than him, has a cool and aloof demeanor, and is 28 years old.

Then there's that annoying howling.

For example, I liked Tom's loud meowing sound from the very beginning!
Those who know her would think she's a fairy, but those who don't would think she's slaughtering a pig and making pork trotters rice.

Anyway...

This is probably the feeling that Suxinzhai gives Fang Can now.

Just one glance made Fang Can subconsciously feel that everything in his field of vision was oozing oil, and he subconsciously looked away from the girl in the red dress.

Compared to the beauties on Pixiv below, Fang Can suddenly felt that the girl in the red dress in front of him was simply a fairy.

Indeed, people always compare themselves to others. The girl in front of him was not only flawless in appearance, but her waist was also incredibly slender.

Her red dress contrasted sharply with the uniform white dresses and gauze gowns worn by the fairies below, and her plump, bare feet even made his nauseous body feel more hungry.

Trying to suppress his senses, Fang Can couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Miss, are all the fairies in your Suxinzhai like this?"

Seeing that the boy who had previously ignored her had now completely reversed his attitude, the girl felt a sense of pride.

The first sect leader was right after all. We need to teach these stinky men a lesson so they'll know what to cherish.

See? Now he's completely captivated by my charm.

"Of course not. These are just female outer sect cultivators who are at a low level and will never reach the first level. They only take the bodies of ordinary people with no cultivation. Their achievements in this lifetime are limited."

The girl explained in a clear, crisp voice to Fang Can, which greatly neutralized the greasy pig noises in his ears.

According to the girl, every disciple who enters Suxinzhai will undergo a aptitude test.

Disciples who master the "Great Joyful Bodhisattva Heart Sutra" within 30 days will be selected as holy maidens due to their exceptional talent.

Disciples who master the "Yin-Yang Intercourse Ode" within 30 days will be promoted to core disciples.

Next up are the inner disciples and the accelerated outer disciples.

Since the outer disciples' aptitude was so poor that there was no need to train them, they were directly taught low-level cultivation techniques.

Although it is possible to absorb nourishment, cultivation will make the body increasingly plump, unlike ordinary people, even to the point of being deformed. The only resources that can be absorbed are ordinary people without any cultivation.

Those from the inner sect, however, do not need to engage in sexual intercourse in public. Instead, they can bring their mortal-transformed martial artists back to their rooms to replenish their energy, and their expressions are not as distorted as they are now.

"Then can core disciples replenish the essence of martial artists on the Path to Heaven?" Fang Can asked subconsciously, only to be met with a glare from the girl.

"What are you dreaming about? There are very few martial artists in our Suxinzhai who can cultivate to the Heavenly Path. At this level, they are all direct descendants of various sects. How could we possibly have the resources to supply our disciples with sexual enhancement?"

"Therefore, most of the core disciples are women who cultivate together to achieve the endless cycle of life in the 'Yin Yang Intercourse Ode'."

"Huh?" Fang Can stared wide-eyed at the girl in astonishment. This was a bit off.

"Aren't you from the Joyful Union Sect? Use your charm to seduce those martial artists, isn't that your forte?" Fang Can said subconsciously.

"You make it sound so simple, but which of those martial artists on the Path to Heaven isn't a ruthless person? They'd even castrate themselves for the sake of martial arts training. Tell me, how do you intend to tempt them?"

"Then how about training them from a young age? Let them become obsessed with women?" Fang Can suggested.

"How many martial artists who are obsessed with women and lack willpower can actually cultivate to the point of reaching the Heavenly Path?" the girl retorted.

"Then why not just use force to capture the warriors from the Ascension Path?" Fang Can said.

"This path to heaven is all a foundation stone. My Suxinzhai doesn't want to become a thorn in the side of the four nations like you," the girl sneered.

'Doesn't that mean we're stuck on both ends?'

Fang Can suppressed his surprise; he hadn't expected that all the core disciples of the Hehuan Sect were lesbians.

But upon closer reflection, it makes sense.

Once a cultivator has completed the first transformation, they are all rare finds. No more than two thousand cultivators will be born in the entire martial world within ten years. Each one is a dragon among men, and no one would be willing to let them be used for sexual exploitation.

Looking at Fang Can, who was deep in thought, the girl revealed a bright smile.

She gently extended her slender, white fingers and lifted Fang Can's chin:

"Aren't you just the path to heaven, or rather, an excellent furnace for cultivation? You'd better endure it for the next few days."

After speaking, the girl subconsciously withdrew her hand, put her arm behind her back, and gently rubbed her fingertips, wondering about the strange sensation brought about by the skin-to-skin contact.

"Oh..." Fang Can answered casually, then looked at the girl and asked, "I haven't asked you yet, what's your name, young lady?"

"Hmph, asking my name, are you trying to take advantage of me by using your sexual energy?"

The girl suppressed her unease, raised her proud head, and looked at Fang Can with disdain:

"I'm telling you there's no hope. You're so weak right now that you don't even deserve to lick my toes."

"If you ever have the chance to advance to the fourth level, I'll tell you my name then." "However... you'll be used as a furnace by various kingdoms in turn from now on, so I'm afraid you'll never have the chance to advance to the fourth level in your entire life."

Since the girl in the fiery red dress didn't respond, Fang Can didn't bother to reply either, and simply jumped off the still flying carpet:
"Then please lead the way, young lady."

"Of course, no problem. I can't wait to see Young Hero Fang make similar sounds as these outer disciples under the influence of the core disciples of our sect."

The girl spoke with a silvery laugh, clearly hoping to see a different expression on Fang Can's cold and rigid face.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing what Young Hero Fang Can does later."

Ignoring the girl's provocation, which resembled that of a little devil, Fang Can moved away from the Wuzha Square, where the noise around him lessened considerably.

Compared to the Inverted Gate, which resides atop a floating mountain, the location of Suxinzhai is much more ordinary, situated among the mountains.

As they walked along, observing the lush greenery on both sides, the two arrived at a grand hall shrouded in a light veil.

Then they saw a bewitching woman in a light gauze dress sitting in the hall. Her eyebrows and eyes were as beautiful and luscious as ripe peaches. Her mature and voluptuous figure was faintly visible under the thin gauze. She exuded both the majesty and elegance of someone who had long held a high position, and the alluring charm unique to the Hehuan Sect.

Her red lips were as fiery as flames, and her skin was as smooth as cream. Though she wore no makeup, she naturally exuded a captivating and alluring beauty.

Especially her eyes, which held both power and allure, seemed to pierce through people's hearts, yet also seemed to conceal a web of tender emotions, contradictorily intertwining dignity and seductive charm.

The moment she saw Fang Can, the woman narrowed her eyes and scrutinized the boy's appearance.

The girl in the red dress gracefully retreated to the outside of the hall, a sly smile curving her lips: "Master, this is the one on the Heavenly Secrets List."

"I know, it's Liu Qingmeng's furnace."

The voice behind the veil was languid and intoxicating, yet it made the air in the entire hall suddenly freeze.

Her jade-like feet shattered the moonlight scattered on the ground. Master Suxin Zhai sat up from the sandalwood couch, her snow-white collarbone revealed as the thin veil slipped down.

With a single step, her figure traversed the void, transforming into a phantom that pressed itself against the young man. The woman who had been as languid as a cat just moments before was now looming before his eyes.

'Danger, this woman is extremely dangerous.'

Fang Can concluded that Fang Can was far superior to the girl in the red dress in terms of skill level.

Then he felt an itch in front of him, and the four fingers slid down his Adam's apple to his chest, revealing a satisfied look on Fang Can's face:

"If you can tell she's a top-tier furnace cauldron without even testing her, then Liu Qingmeng didn't do anything to you, did she?"

"Senior Liu has been incredibly kind to me, and Jiejian Mountain is a prestigious sect; naturally, they would never engage in such practices as sexual exploitation," Fang Can said righteously.

"Ha, you've been so protective of Jiejian Mountain, yet they still abandoned you, didn't they?"

The master of the temple nodded secretly as he watched Fang Can's gaze: "He doesn't have the sword energy of the Sword Tribulation Mountain on him, so he seems to be completely innocent."

"However, the Sword-Slaying Mountain is reluctant to part with its cultivation furnace, so my Suxinzhai will stand up and kick!"

With a sudden wave of his hand, the master of the temple's gauze robes fluttered as he sat back down on the sandalwood couch inside the nine-layered gauze curtains.

With seductive eyes, she looked at the girl in the red dress and ordered, "Lian'er, have all the disciples above the core level in the sect come here and test what abilities these male disciples from Jiejian Mountain have."

"Yes!" the girl in the red dress replied excitedly, and then left the place in high spirits.

Looking at the boy who remained calm throughout, the master of the temple revealed a cruel smile: "Young man, you don't think this is just ordinary sexual cultivation, do you?"

Seeing that Fang Can's fortunes hadn't changed much, he casually chimed in, "What else could be different?"

"It seems that the fact that no martial artists from other sects have visited the temple for too long has given outsiders the wrong impression."

The master chuckled and said, "You, a young man who has just entered the first stage of cultivation, would probably not even be able to withstand a single night of rest under the influence of my core disciples' cultivation techniques before you lose your life."

"Are you going to kill me?" Fang Can asked, a slightly strange feeling creeping into his heart.

I think I said the same thing to Senior Liu before.

"Of course not, but we will devour everything except your life." The master said, twirling a strand of hair that had fallen down his head between his fingers.

"That's no problem."

Seeing Fang Can's attitude, the sect leader frowned slightly, feeling that Fang Can was ignorant of his own limitations. She wondered how long he could last when the battle started.

Before long, a group of beautiful figures entered the hall, each with a different temperament and attire.

Some wore long, frost-colored silk dresses, their snow-white hair styled into a flying fairy bun with a cold jade hairpin, their eyebrows and eyes resembling the eternal snow of Kunlun.

Some wore pomegranate-red and gold-embroidered robes that covered honey-colored skin, with cinnabar painted on the corners of their eyes to depict the flames of rebirth, and phoenix hairpins carved from burning marrow wood adorning their hair. With the slightest movement, they exuded an aphrodisiac fragrance.

Furthermore, a Bodhisattva crown carved from agarwood weighs down her dark blue hair, and a white kasaya is covered with gold thread necklaces. She holds a nine-ringed tin staff but is barefoot.

It can be described as a gathering of stunningly beautiful female cultivators who are aloof, radiant, mysterious, dignified, and exceptionally beautiful.

Faced with such a terrifying threat, Fang Can is in danger!
Next chapter... Soul-stirring and bone-melting! A serialized series!

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