Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 271 All Four Transformations Gather at Guiyun Peak [(33) 10,000 words today]

'This is outrageous...'

Inside Suxinzhai, Yan Chuqing found the scene of deep affection between master and disciple before her abstract.

In just three days, they had transformed these enchantresses of Suxinzhai into this state.

Fang Can locked up the buses belonging to Suxinzhai before they had even been driven.

She had previously wanted to replicate a hundred billion copies, but now, seeing these people clinging to Fang Can's leg and crying for their parents, she felt utterly ashamed.

Even as a bystander, she was still sweating profusely and couldn't bear to watch.

She couldn't even imagine whether her persistence and pride, as a fourth-generation cultivator, could support the complete development of her consciousness if she were to be taught by Fang Can in the first person.

terror!
Horror!
Top-tier weapon!
Moreover, having witnessed the whole process over the past few days, she was well aware of how terrifying Fang Can was.

Fang Can is practically a walking treasure trove of medicinal herbs!
There's no need for in-depth guidance; simply applying it to the skin will gradually improve one's cultivation level.

Of course, this method also results in a very slow rate of improvement.

Next is the Dragon's Gel, every single drop of which is an excellent medicine for improving cultivation.

To maximize its use, one drop can be added for internal use or medicated baths and last for a whole day.

If we use these twenty-odd kilograms sparingly these days, it should be enough for these core disciples to use for a long time.

That should be enough to last until Fang Can visits Suxinzhai again.

Seeing the disciples and elders' reluctance to part with Fang Can, Yan Chuqing coldly said:
"Isn't it embarrassing enough? Get all of you off Fang Can."

Faced with the questioning of the master, the more than fifty female cultivators, their expressions filled with sorrow, clung to each other like vines, their crimson skirts weaving into a scarlet net on the ground.

"Master Fang Can hasn't even used the full extent of his 'Heart-wrenching Palm' technique yet."

The girl with a beauty mark at the corner of her eye buried her face in her clothes, savoring the lingering fragrance of Fang Can, her voice trembling unconsciously.

The twin sisters knelt on the floor tiles, choking back tears in unison. Their telepathic connection was so palpable that even the trajectory of their falling tears was perfectly synchronized.

"The master said he would show us the ultimate essence of the 'Orchid Finger Technique'."

"enough!"

Yan Chuqing's rebuke was deafening. With veins bulging, she looked at the group of nagging disciples and with a gentle flick of her hand, separated all the good-for-nothings from Fang Can's side.

As the strong wind passed, the fiery red gauze skirt billowed wildly in the breeze.

Looking at Fang Can, who had just humiliated the entire Su Xin Zhai with a cold laugh, she said in an unfriendly tone, "Let's go, let me see what you want to do to the fourth-level cultivators?"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two disappeared from the hall as if they had teleported, leaving behind only the reluctant disciples wailing in sorrow.
"Master Fang Can, please be careful. Please come and give me your guidance again next time."

……

In the sky, a rainbow of light carried the two of them westward.

Looking at the solemn-faced young man, Yan Chuqing chuckled and said, "What, are you scared now?"

The boy responded with silence.

Ever since she said she was going to provoke the fourth-ranked player, this woman has been acting strangely and sarcastically, which Fang Can finds rather annoying.

It's probably because they felt that a fourth-tier rank shouldn't be humiliated.

Knowing that Fang Can was being rude, Yan Chuqing stopped paying attention to him and remained silent the whole way.

In just half an incense stick's time, the two had traversed tens of thousands of kilometers and arrived at their destination—Guiyun Peak!

Guiyun Peak is located deep within the Lietian Gorge, where various countries meet. Its towering peak, like a broken sword, pierces the sky and is shrouded in a chaotic mist all year round, rarely visited by humans.

Every year, only a few martial artists who want to challenge themselves choose to train in these deep mountains and fight against nature.

The reason for choosing this location is that the various countries did not want to expose such an unseemly matter as the distribution of Fang Can.

Those who were able to attend were all martial artists of the third rank or above. Ordinary people did not have the right to come. They were all martial artists with renowned reputations in various fields.

One of the martial artists present remarked that if all the martial artists on Guiyun Peak were to die, the situation in all the countries would change, affecting hundreds of millions of people.

As the grand prize reserved for the strongest at this conference, Fang Can naturally chose to attend.

"Should I be put in shackles or chains?" Fang Can asked Yan Chuqing, who was standing to the side.

"What kind of shackles can restrain a first-tier cultivator? A bunch of fourth-tier cultivators are watching you, why would they bother to get you a special sacrificial shackle?"

Yan Chuqing rolled her eyes lazily: "You just need to kneel down obediently then, so that no short-tempered fourth-ranked cultivator will cause you trouble."

"You'll be circulated among various factions as a commodity. Don't let your stubbornness cause you to end up in my hands in a tattered state in a few days."

"Also, you'll be serving not only women, but also a huge number of high-quality men. Be careful, or you'll suffer."

Yan Chuqing shook her head as she spoke, her eyes filled with deep pity, but she had no intention of interfering.

As they spoke, the two strode toward the summit. Along the way, the various sects and their disciples bowed respectfully to the woman, then stared at Fang Can with pitying eyes.

In their eyes, it would be too tragic for a male martial artist to fall into a place like Suxinzhai.

Can a night of pleasure compare to the descent into despair, like water flowing away?

If we compare spiritual cultivation to money, it's like you work diligently every day to build your business and accumulate hundreds of millions, only to have them almost all wiped out overnight by these female cultivators from Suxinzhai.

Even those martial artists who used their beauty to achieve enlightenment dared not provoke the female cultivators of Suxinzhai.

After all, it's clear that you'll feel full every time you're full after just one time. Giving up an entire forest for one tree would be too tragic.

Faced with the pitying gazes of these male cultivators, Yan Chuqing smiled without saying a word, while Fang Can was too lazy to explain and walked all the way to the thousand-foot-high peak.

But halfway there, he paused slightly as he saw a familiar face coming down from the peak.

On the steps leading down the mountain, a serene-faced high monk dressed in pure white robes walked slowly.

The high monk had a compassionate look in his eyes, and held a string of ancient Buddhist beads in his left hand. Although he was a monk, he had long, black hair that flowed down his shoulders, giving him an otherworldly air.

It was none other than Zen Master Luoyanmo, whom I had met once during the grand competition among the nations.

Because of his telepathic abilities, Fang Can sensed an otherworldly quality emanating from the other person.

Having always seen people ascending the mountain, this was the first time Yan Chuqing had seen someone descending. Curious, she asked, "Where is Zen Master Yanmo going?"

Luo Yanmo saw the two from afar, put his hands together respectfully and said, "Greetings to the two benefactors. The abbot said that monks are compassionate, untainted by worldly affairs, and unattached to profit and desire."

“Everyone has their own karma, so I have sent this humble monk to inform you all that the Brahma Sound Temple will not participate in this worldly dispute and will leave it to each sect to decide.”

Why doesn't the Buddhist temple participate?
Yan Chuqing was secretly pleased to hear this, as it did indeed resemble the attitude of those monks who chanted scriptures to death.

However, this is just right, otherwise the Brahma Sound Temple, which possesses the fifth-level sacrificial artifact, would occupy a large number of slots. Right now, this is beneficial to Suxinzhai.

Thinking of this, the woman couldn't stop smiling and said in a pretentious manner, "That's a real pity. I'll respectfully see the Zen Master off and convey my best wishes to the abbot on my behalf."

"Amitabha." Zen Master Luo Yanmo put his hands together, then looked at Fang Can with some hesitation and said, "Benefactor Fang, have you been feeling depressed lately?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zen Master Luo realized that he had said something pointless.

Having been taken prisoner by various powerful forces, how could they be in a good mood?
Fang Can was also a little puzzled as to why the monk said that. He really hadn't had any worries in the past three days; he had cleared out his magazine at Suxinzhai.

Why did the Zen master say that?

“This humble monk’s telepathic abilities allow him to sense the emotions around him. In this humble monk’s eyes, you are like a true dragon bound by chains, unable to escape.”

"Perhaps it is related to your current situation; if this continues, you may become obsessed with demonic possession."

Fang Can agreed with what the other person said, and indeed felt that everything was going wrong since the first transfer.

At this point, Zen Master Luo couldn't help but say a few more words:
"If you are willing to convert to Buddhism, as long as you promise never to step into the four gates of the temple in your lifetime, the temple will surely protect you."

“Zen Master…you’re being a bit too secretive.”

Yan Chuqing squinted. If it weren't for the power of the Brahma Sound Temple, she would have killed that mere second-level cultivator long ago.

"Thank you for your understanding, Zen Master. This place may become a place of trouble. Please leave quickly," Fang Can said sincerely, and then made way for him.

Seeing Fang Can's insistence, Zen Master Luo sighed softly and strode down the mountain.

After bidding farewell to the Zen master, the two continued their journey and soon arrived at the summit.

To welcome everyone's arrival for the fourth time, the summit was forcibly cut off by a hundred feet and covered with glazed qi-suppressing bricks transported from the Five Demon Sect.

There are thirty lotus pedestals arranged around the center, which is obviously the fourth position. Currently, only seven lotus pedestals are occupied.

The center is an ordinary stone brick, which will be the place where Fang Can's trophy will be placed.

Fang Can's expression shifted slightly as he sensed the unusual atmosphere around him, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Because he vaguely sensed that the King of Rotten Living had been waiting in the shadows for a long time.

It's really impressive that this guy has managed to hold back from using such outdated and tired jokes for so long.

"Hey, this guy is pretty calm. He's not afraid of us at all, and he's even smiling."

A somewhat sarcastic voice came from the side. Fang Can looked over and saw a thin, weasel-faced old man looking at him with his round eyes.

Fang Can knew the other party's identity: Tuoba Yu, the fourth-level thief saint.

This Tuoba Yu was described by Bai Xiaosheng as the fourth-tier cultivator who posed the greatest threat to him.

Fang Can then asked Bai Xiaosheng his second question: "Which lineage do you think is most effective against multi-person battles like ours?"

In response, Bai Xiaosheng pondered for a moment and said, "Each fourth-stage inheritance has its own strengths and weaknesses, and various mechanisms and values, but the one that is most important to you is the inheritance possessed by the Thief Saint Tuoba Yu."

"Because the other party's fourth-stage inheritance is called 'Masterful Hands'."

"Within ten feet, this inheritance allows him to steal anything he wants."

Yes, anything.

"At the first level, you can steal things; at the second level, you can steal people; and at the fourth level, you can even steal the memories in a martial artist's mind."

"Once I reach the sixth level, I might even be able to steal other people's inheritances and use them for a while."

After Bai Xiaosheng's explanation, Fang Can also understood the difficulty of this inheritance.

It's really a natural counter to superpowered individuals.

All of Fang Can's preparations for his superpowers were carried out by hiding inside Ji Donglai's super tank-like body space.

However, Tuoba Yu's inheritance mechanism allows him to steal anything within a ten-zhang radius.

Even through an indestructible spatial barrier, Tuoba Yu could still manage to extract Fang Can and the others from Ji Donglai's body.

At that time, without Ji Donglai's defense, other superpowered individuals would not be able to resist at all and would be instantly crushed.

Therefore, when the war begins, the first person to be killed will be Tuoba Yu.

Seeing Fang Can deep in thought, Tuoba Yu, his withered fingers rubbing the jade gourd at his waist, smiled with his beady green eyes and said:
"Master Yan, I heard that this lad has been in your Suxin Zhai for three days. How come he is still so energetic and full of spirit?"

Sitting down on a jade lotus platform, Yan Chuqing coldly smiled and said, "What, you, the dignified Thief Saint, a lone wolf without any sect or faction, also want to get a share of this furnace pot?"

"I just wanted to join in the fun. It's really interesting to see a bunch of you fourth-level cultivators fighting to the death over a junior."

"Is that so? I bet you're just pretending to join in the fun; your real intention is to take advantage of the chaos and steal something from our group of four-turners," the sand whale mocked.

"Shut up, you poor wretch who only practices body cultivation. I'm so poor that I wouldn't steal from your Upside-Down Sect even if I were the only one who could steal from you."

Tuoba Yu said sarcastically, "I infiltrated your Reversed Sect a few years ago. I thought that your place of quiet cultivation before the fifth level of ascension must be extremely rich. In the end, you didn't even have more than twenty third-level sacrificial artifacts."

"I can't stand any of them, you're just a bunch of poor bastards who've been picking and choosing, and you're so smug about it."

“You—” Enraged by such mockery, the Sand Whale immediately retorted with a cold laugh:

"I've heard that decades ago you sneaked into the Great Chu Palace at night to steal treasures, but you were discovered by the previous Chu emperor and were slapped several times. You were then hung outside the city gate for three days before being released."

"You still seem to be the same old person."

……

Sitting in his seat with great interest, Fang Can listened to the open and covert attacks among the group of fourth-generation gossips, thoroughly enjoying the juicy tales.

Ever since Tuoba Yu started the conversation, it seems that because his behavior offended too many people, several fourth-ranked players have mocked him.

As a result, no one paid attention to him, which made him happy to have some peace and quiet.

But this leisure did not last long.

As time went on, more and more players entered the game at the fourth turn.

Half an hour later, eighteen lotus platforms had been claimed.

The number of fourth-level warriors present exceeded half of the total number of fourth-level warriors in all countries, and there were at least a hundred third-level warriors accompanying them.

At that moment, everyone present seemed to sense something and looked to the west.

A fiery red chariot, like the sun, was seen approaching from the horizon.

A majestic and imposing man stood on a palanquin, pulled by four attendants, and rode the wind to arrive.

Xiang Hongtu, the current emperor of the Great Chu!

Having just landed, he ignored Fang Can in the center, scanned the entire arena, and coldly said:
"It seems most people have arrived. Those who haven't come don't need to. Let's begin the meeting now."

Thus, the meeting, co-chaired by 19 people, officially began!

(End of this chapter)