Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 314 Liu Qingmeng's Charm

An unfamiliar ceiling...

Fang Can slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the glowing dome above him.

Through the reflection of the frost-like chill of the dome, Fang Can could see the beautiful woman embracing him beside him.

'How could this be? Is something wrong?'

After another three-day and night training session, the boy looked bewildered, feeling that everything was not quite what he had expected.

Ye Qingshi is definitely the female lead!

Koyanagi truly deserves his reputation.

Xiao Jiang is actually doing alright.

If all else fails, Feng Qiaoyan will do too.

Holy crap! When did Senior Liu enter the race?

……

No one knows how Fang Can spent those thirty days; whether he opened his eyes or closed them, he was still a sparring partner.

The total time spent breathing should not exceed 10 minutes.

Moreover, it was truly a bone-sucking, marrow-draining oppression; the lost blood and energy could completely fill this small room, and the process was extremely painful.

He felt as if he were standing next to a bottomless blood-sucking machine, frantically and greedily draining his own nutrients outward.

His little horse was almost blown away to another world by the Great Wall Motors.

During a brief moment when Liu Qingmeng regained consciousness, he also learned the truth from the other party.

It was all a conspiracy by the Sixth Rank True Lord that led to everything that is happening now, causing two lines that never intersected to completely merge into one another.

Aside from brief conversations, most of the time was spent on spiritual practice, helping him break through the fifth stage of enlightenment.

In a moment of thought, Fang Can felt the jade-like arm beside him tighten.

He guessed that the effects of the Fire Pill were kicking in again, and sighed inwardly.
"Please continue, senior. My body can still handle it."

Then a warm body pressed against her from behind, and Liu Qingmeng rested her face against the back of the boy's neck. Her blue hair and the boy's white hair intertwined, creating a beautiful picture.

"sorry!"

Liu Qingmeng breathed in the scent emanating from the boy, and some of that scent was absorbed into her.

Before entering the secret realm, she sensed the aura of many people from the boy, but one was missing, which she has now finally completed.

It's not just about filling in the gaps; at least for this moment, all other flavors have been completely overwhelmed, leaving only her unique color.

"Senior, why bring this up now?"

Fang Can slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and said, "This was an accident, and neither of us wanted it to happen. Perhaps we should leave here..."

"What if I wanted to?"

The woman's tone was gentler than ever before, like a pool of spring water melting, yet it left Fang Can speechless.

Almost as if she were melting the boy into her body, Liu Qingmeng's voice came from behind him:
"If I were to develop feelings for Xiaoliu Ning'an, what would you do?"

Fang Can: ...

"Is your silence due to disbelief, or an unwillingness to answer?"

As Liu Qingmeng pressed for answers, she gently nibbled Fang Can's earlobe with her pearly teeth and said, "Fang Lang, you've ruined my Heartless Path and my virginity mark."

Feeling the boy's heartbeat quicken unconsciously, Liu Qingmeng's eyes curved into crescent moons.

These actions led Fang Canhuan to believe that the person behind him was not Liu Qingmeng, but Xiao Liu.

Fang Can suddenly realized that Xiao Liu was just one of the incarnations of the person in front of him. The reason for such a huge difference was probably because the woman mainly cultivated the Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions.

But now, a month has passed, and even the most stubborn ruthlessness has been broken by the boy, who has now returned to his true nature.

At this moment, the woman, whose cultivation had reached the fifth level, was able to perceive the chains within the boy's sea of ​​consciousness.

If the initial thought of violence that the boy wanted to inflict on himself made her blush...

The subsequent sparse handwriting, and eventually the complete absence of records, caused her anxiety.

'I can't possibly be worse than that girl Ning'an, can I? That's just too much, it's outrageous! We have to take action!'

With this thought in mind, Fang Can felt a chill run up his spine the next moment.

"Fang Lang, I want to start cultivating again."

With some difficulty, Fang Can turned around and saw Liu Qingmeng, her eyes filled with spring water, dressed in the Blood Droplet.

It was formed from pure lightning, and then she said leisurely, "I will also help you practice the Yin God Technique."

As she spoke, Fang Can's eyes widened involuntarily, and she then assumed the starting hand gesture of the Yin God Technique.

As everyone knows, the Y God Technique is the foundational martial art of Su Xin Zhai, and the intricacies of each move and stance are known only to those outside the sect.

At this moment, Senior Liu, who had always been there, was now wearing the Blood Droplet and making the hand gesture for the Y God Technique.

If the previous Senior Liu was as cold and aloof as a thousand-year-old iceberg, then Qingmeng at this moment is as beautiful and delicate as a river of spring water.

After fully realizing her true self, Liu Qingmeng, who was about to lose her eligibility to compete, decided to return to the starting line and start the race again.

She didn't want to stay arrogant any longer!
Maintaining their original personas would only push the distance between them further apart, until, many years later, he saw Ning'an's wedding invitation and silently shed tears in a corner.

Seeing Fang Can's astonished expression, Liu Qingmeng gently cupped the boy's cheeks and smiled tenderly, "What's wrong? Haven't you always wanted to treat me like this?"

"Next... you can unleash all your inspiration on me, starting with this blood-dripping guillotine."

Fang Can watched as a blush spread across the girl's earlobes, a breathtaking sight.

It was clearly a significant challenge for her to take the initiative to speak up.

"Senior Liu..."

"That's how you address someone in front of others. You can call her that in front of Ning'an from now on."

Fang Can then felt her cherry lips seal her lips: "Here, you have to call me Qingmeng."

Then, the icy cold air enveloped everything, and only then did Fang Can truly understand what "love" meant.

At this moment, cultivation is your lie...

In the following days, Fang Can was no longer in pain and devoted himself to his art, writing and painting in his small world, creating a vibrant tapestry of colors.

Having completely let go of his inhibitions, Fang Can felt like a great artist.

In short, by the time he came to his senses, he had already gently tied a hairband around the woman's cascading blue hair.

"This breakthrough to the fifth level was ultimately a shortcut. I still need some time to consolidate my mental state. I will go into seclusion for a while."

Qingmeng, feigning girlish reluctance, clung to Fang Can's arm, then said haughtily, "You're not allowed to flirt with other women before I leave seclusion, especially Ning'an and Xiaoliu."

Halfway through her sentence, Liu Qingmeng let out a long sigh, her gaze fixed on the top of Fang Can's head, vaguely sensing that his romantic luck was a little too strong.

'What a tragedy...'

Liu Qingmeng sighed inwardly. She couldn't blame anyone else; Ning'an's lush greenery was something she had provided, and without it, she wouldn't have been able to enter the racecourse.

It can only be said that every action has its own destiny. Fang Can's first 100 concubines were also instigated by her.

Looking back now, she was absolutely furious.

(End of this chapter)