Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 269 The Fourth Turn: The Arrogant Mask of the Heart

Inside the main hall of Suxinzhai, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

A graceful figure, seemingly formed from lightning, appeared in the main hall while maintaining its human form.

Looking at the chaotic scene, Liu Qingmeng frowned deeply, her anger churning within her.

Putting everything else aside, among the crowd present, apart from Yan Chuqing and the girl in the red dress, the style was all... wild?
Fang Can was even more unconventional, walking barefoot on the cool, dark jade floor tiles, his rising blood vapor condensing into a thin mist in the morning light.

His long, silver hair was glistening with sweat, and his shoulders rose and fell with his breath, revealing the smooth lines of his back muscles.

In layman's terms, Fang Can's current state is like... the Emperor's New Clothes.

Especially since he had just finished the 108 moves of the God of War's Curse, his muscles and blood energy were like a dragon.

From what she saw, Liu Qingmeng could clearly see the terrifying treatment Fang Can had suffered after leaving the Inverted Gate.

"Fang Can, be more self-aware," Liu Qingmeng said coldly, turning her head away and not daring to look directly at the boy.

"Oh……"

Upon seeing acquaintances, Fang Can felt somewhat embarrassed and began to control the flesh and blood within his body.

With a hissing sound of air leaking out.

After the white smoke dissipated, the swollen muscles cooled down instantly, and the body returned to its normal shape.

Just as she was about to bend down to pick up the fabric, Yan Chuqing snatched it away.

Yan Chuqing's crimson sleeves spread out like flowing clouds. She rested her chin on Fang Can's shoulder, her black hair tangled with silver hair. The way she glanced at Liu Qingmeng was just like a leopard cat guarding its food.

Holding Fang Can tightly from behind, Yan Chuqing looked at Liu Qingmeng with a provocative gaze and said:

"Oh, Fang Can is now one of my Suxinzhai people. What does he have to do with your Jiejianshan?"

"Oh dear, I almost forgot."

Yan Chuqing suddenly slapped her forehead and said, "I suddenly remembered that Fang Can came from Jiejian Mountain. Hey, how come he's here with me now?"

"Oh dear, it seems that you, the Sword Mountain, discarded him like trash. I saw that Fang Can was pitiful and no one wanted him, so I took pity on him and picked him up from the Upside-Down Gate."

"Now that Fang Can has already taken the shape of our Suxinzhai, it's not fair to try to take it back now."

As she spoke, Yan Chuqing's crimson lips almost touched Fang Can's earlobe, but her eyes showed no sign of weakness.

Caught between the two, still in the Emperor's New Clothes situation, Fang Can felt somewhat awkward.

Moreover, he felt that although Yan Chuqing's words were not problematic, the wording needed to be revised, as the tone was too harsh.

As for Liu Qingmeng, she had previously said that she would not be afraid even if Fang Can stood in front of her.

But now that Fang Can was actually standing there, she couldn't bear to look at him.

Yan Chuqing found the old Chu woman's appearance amusing and provocatively reached out to rub the 'fire truck's' head hard, making Fang Can even more afraid to move.

Both are fourth-ranked old women from Chu.

The gap between their skill levels might be even greater than the skill gap between Sha Jing and Xiang Hongtu.

Liu Qingmeng turned her head away, ignoring Yan Chuqing's words, and said in a cold tone, "Fang Can, are you coming with me? Or are you staying here?"

Liu Qingmeng's tone was full of confidence, and she was absolutely certain of Fang Can's choice.

Following her will ensure your safety.

The women who followed this group of Suxinzhai would be abandoned after three days.

Can't Fang Can tell which is more important?

Upon hearing this, Yan Chuqing immediately tensed up.

Because if Liu Qingmeng forcibly took someone away, she wasn't confident she could detain Fang Can.

Looking at the aloof fairy in front of him with her head turned to the side, and feeling the enchantress tightly embracing him from behind, Fang Can took a deep breath and made his choice.

"Senior Liu, please take your leave. Fang Can has important matters to attend to and cannot follow. Please make yourself at home."

Liu Qingmeng: ? !!!
With a stunned expression, Liu Qingmeng no longer cared about Fang Can's current state and stared at the boy in front of her in disbelief.

"What did you say?" Liu Qingmeng asked again.

"I appreciate your kind intentions, senior," Fang Can emphasized again, "but I have important matters to attend to, so please take your leave."

Looking at Fang Can's calm expression and the alluring woman behind him resting her chin on the boy's shoulder, Liu Qingmeng even thought that Fang Can's consciousness was being controlled by this guy.

Otherwise, there's no reason why Fang Can wouldn't go with me. What kind of bewitching drug did she take?

Liu Qingmeng's fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly, and the knuckles gripping the sword hilt suddenly turned white.

Lightning flickered uneasily in her hair, like shattered stars falling into the deep sea, making her pale face appear even more desolate.

The lingering fragrance of Suxinzhai suddenly became biting. She turned her head to meet the boy's calm gaze, but caught a glimpse of Yan Chuqing's hand clinging to his shoulder out of the corner of her eye.

Besides disbelief, a mix of grievances, frustration, irritability, and bitterness surged within her.

Could it be that my careful teaching over the past few months is not as effective as this sorceress from Suxinzhai for even a day?

In her mind, chaotic thoughts began to sob, frantically blaming and pressuring her true self. 'If it's not your fault, is it Fang Can's fault? If he hadn't caused trouble, Fang Can would already be watching the sunrise with me from our bedroom on Jiejian Mountain.'

"What a load of rubbish! Even if Fang Can is a vegetarian, Su Xin Zhai provided him with fodder from the very first day. You, on the other hand, don't provide feed but expect him to be treated like a beast of burden. Why would my Fang Can choose you?"

"Waaaaah, it's all your fault for causing trouble! It's all your fault! I'll kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!"

'It's all your fault for making Fang Can not choose me, sob sob sob sob...'

"Three months with you wasn't as enjoyable as one night at Suxinzhai. You've really failed at life."

……

Ignoring the chaotic thoughts raging in her mind, Liu Qingmeng looked at Fang Can and asked seriously, "Why don't you leave with me?"

She didn't believe what the shaman said at all. Fang Can was a womanizer, otherwise Xiao Liu and Jiang Ning'an would have been together long ago in the present world, and it would never have dragged on until now.

So, looking at Fang Can, Liu Qingmeng said seriously, "Even if you are moved by beauty, you should know that two days later, the people of Suxinzhai will still hand you over to the other fourth-rank cultivators!"

"Of course I know this."

Fang Can remained composed, looking at Yan Chuqing's porcelain-white hand on the fire truck with a clear expression: "But what I want is to see those fourth-ranked individuals."

"What do you want to do?" Liu Qingmeng asked, her expression unreadable, unsure of Fang Can's motives.

Even Yan Chuqing and the others felt a hint of curiosity after hearing Fang Can's words.

She was very curious about what this young man was thinking, that he didn't think about running away, but instead wanted to turn around and see those four-way people.

What are you trying to achieve by doing this simple turn?
Is it a case of "Lord Ye's love of dragons" (a Chinese idiom meaning to profess love but fear it in reality), or is it a plea, an attempt to reason with those who...

Facing the stares of these people, Fang Can said without any concealment, "It's very simple. I just want to tell those fourth-tier cultivators that I, Fang Can, am not made of clay."

"They've humiliated me like this; it won't end well unless at least ten or eight of them die!"

What is this guy saying? He's only a minor upgrade, yet he wants to take revenge on a fourth-level upgrade?

As Fang Can spoke, even Yan Chuqing turned her head in surprise to look at the boy, as if she were seeing him for the first time, and then couldn't help but chuckle.

"Interesting, very interesting. A first-tier player actually wants to retaliate against a fourth-tier player. Did I hear that right?"

Yan Chuqing laughed so hard she almost fell over, her alluring body trembling.

Not only her, but everyone around him who had received Fang Can's generous repayment also looked at him as if he were crazy.

This guy's attitude is ridiculously arrogant; he actually wants to take revenge on a fourth-tier cultivator! Did they hear that right?
Facing the stares of the crowd who thought he was crazy, Fang Can smiled brightly.

He knew that even if he spoke of his revenge, these people wouldn't believe him.

They would only feel like ants trying to shake a tree, and that they were talking nonsense.

But Fang Can didn't think these people were stupid, because it was just a difference in understanding caused by information asymmetry.

It seems that Liu Qingmeng was not surprised at this moment. Knowing the information about superpowered people, she just felt that what Fang Can did was very dangerous.

But she didn't try to persuade them. Instead, she said in a cold tone, "You can see them in two days if you come with me. There's no need to languish in this despicable place."

"Of course I know, but I don't want to trouble Senior Liu any further."

Fang Can spoke respectfully, as if he were a junior looking at a senior: "Senior Liu has been good enough to me. I don't want to owe you any more favors. It would be bad for both of us to continue getting involved."

Liu Qingmeng was well aware of Fang Can's attitude at this moment; both of them were people with tempers.

"In that case, you may stay here."

Without trying to pull anyone away, Liu Qingmeng transformed into lightning and vanished from the spot, leaving behind only a blackened, cratered pit of rubble scorched by the lightning.

Watching Liu Qingmeng leave, Yan Chuqing was surprised that everything went so smoothly. She smiled and looked at the calm-faced young man beside her.

"You're looking for bad luck from a fourth-tier character?"

"Is there a problem?" Fang Can asked calmly, his smile fading.

"You'll have to get past me first. How could you bear to hurt me?" Yan Chuqing blinked gently, her beautiful eyes looking so pitiful that one couldn't bear to shed tears.

This is a captivating charm that you would never see on Liu Qingmeng's face.

But Fang Can, as indifferent as a bodhisattva sitting high in a temple, said: "It all depends on whether Master Shiyan and I are of one mind."

"Hmph, boring little man." Yan Chuqing's expression turned cold, her tone icy: "I was just putting on an act with you. You think all fourth-rank cultivators are easy to bully?"

"Considering that you just angered Liu Qingmeng on my behalf, I will spare you the charge of disrespect. Everyone, keep going and don't let him stop for the next two days."

The next moment, Fang Can was tackled to the ground.

Looking at the indifferent enchantress in front of him, he knew perfectly well the source of her attitude.

That was a condescending contempt for ordinary people, just like the attitude of superpowered individuals towards ordinary people.

The previous Sand Whale also exuded a deep-seated disdain for anything below the fourth rank.

It had been a long time since anyone had shown him this kind of attitude since he became a superhuman.

'I kind of want to... shatter the veil of superiority these people have over me!' Fang Can thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)