Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 339 Earth Online Multiplayer Game [6000 words achieved today, please vote with monthly tickets]

Ascension?

Upon hearing Fang Can's words, the many martial artists present were shocked!
But they didn't have a chance to struggle. Fang Can's AR field was fully activated, and the dark air currents lifted hundreds of martial artists above the Ascension Path to the Heavens upwards.

The remaining warriors, now only possessing mortal bodies, couldn't help but shout, "Master (King), take us to ascend to the Heavenly Realm as well!"

Amused, Fang Can directly transmitted his thoughts to the group, saying, "The Heavenly Realm is dangerous; there is no oxygen. Your cultivation levels are too low to survive."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Can's ascent accelerated. The weight of over a hundred people, which was only a dozen tons, was now just a trivial matter for Fang Can.

The martial artists present only felt a slight tremor before their bodies began to rise upwards, and the scenery on earth shrank continuously before their eyes.

'What if the sect leader suddenly lets go? Wouldn't they be utterly destroyed if they fell?' Some first and second-level martial artists thought in horror.

Upon reaching the stratosphere, a flicker of panic crossed the eyes of these martial artists, who instinctively covered their mouths and noses, their eyes filled with terror.

"This is bad. The closer we get to the heavens, the harder it is to breathe. If we use the tortoise breathing technique, we will die in less than a quarter of an hour."

But soon, the panic subsided and turned into a pleasant surprise.

They discovered that as they ascended, the power within them began to increase at a visible rate.

The once parched heart now seemed to multiply, growing countless times over, almost evolving from a water pipe into a stream.

Even the weakest level of transformation could feel that his physical body was now dozens of times stronger.

The increase is even more outrageous after the second rebirth, with the physical body increasing by at least a thousand times, and after the fourth rebirth, it directly increases by tens of millions of times.

'Is this the Celestial Realm...? Just by bathing in its light, one can gain such terrifying power; even the thin air smells so sweet.' Yang Xiao couldn't help but marvel.

As the enhanced computing power of their brains began to analyze, the third-stage martial artists immediately began to learn how to use the Mind Image without being taught.

Then, in the increasingly thin air of space, they rapidly exchanged their findings using telepathy.

As they chatted, one of the martial artists, following Fang Can's actions of lifting them up to ascend, began to deduce the possibility of doing it himself, and then felt that he might be able to do it too.

The next moment, a figure floated up after three turns, breaking free from Fang Can's support and drifting alone in the air. The other martial artists on the Path to Heaven quickly followed suit and began to learn how to fly.

At this moment, Fang Can's actions were nothing short of Prometheus to the people of this planet.

The look in these people's eyes at that moment was as if humanity had just discovered fire.

'My current strength... let alone 100,000 Imperial Guards, even a million or ten million would be difficult to defeat.'

A second-stage martial artist's eyes gleamed with ambition: "I am now an immortal..."

Looking at the martial artists around him who were flying off the group, Fang Can neither spoke nor stopped them, and silently continued to fly upwards at a moderate pace.

Without Fang Can's intervention, some martial artists began to lose their footing, stretching around at more than ten times the speed of sound, and then constantly diving down.

But things quickly went wrong.

A martial artist cheered and flew towards the ground, hoping to get as far away as possible, but as he swooped down, he directly entered the encirclement of the sixth-level restriction.

The next instant, all mental images and flight ceased to function, and she screamed as she plummeted downwards, just like a pilot in a plane crash.

"Help me! What's wrong? I can't use my mental image anymore!" The next moment, a terrified scream came from the martial artist's mouth.

"What's going on? How could it fall like that?" With a hint of mockery, one of the martial artists walked towards the martial artist on the ground.

But the moment she crashed into the sixth-level restriction, she also lost her power, letting out a series of screams as she plummeted to the ground.

When this happened twice in a row, cold sweat instantly broke out on the backs of the other martial artists.

What happened? Two martial artists have had accidents in a row?

They watched helplessly as the martial artist, after his supersonic dive, plummeted at a speed of 200 meters per second, growing smaller and smaller in their field of vision.

A warrior hurriedly asked, "Your Majesty, what happened to those two?"

"Why do you think I would let you ascend?" Fang Can said lightly.

"There are six levels of restrictions in the lower realm that limit you. Everyone in the lower realm will be subject to unprecedented suppression, and will also be subject to the control of a lifespan of one hundred years."

"Only by going to the vast and boundless space can the suppression be removed, but once you go to the lower realm, you will become mortals again."

'Is that so?'

Upon hearing Fang Can's explanation, everyone looked at the stars below with apprehension, never expecting the real reason to be like this.

Soon, following the example set by the two dead martial artists, the remaining martial artists all obediently gathered around Fang Can again, and were led all the way to near-Earth orbit.

Having unleashed most of their power, these warriors were now reborn, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

Looking at these martial artists, Fang Can instructed, "With your current fourth-level strength, you are fully capable of influencing the world below. Next, the combined strength of you grandmasters will be enough to rule this continent for me within three days, and rule this planet within seven days."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master! We will certainly live up to your expectations!" Yang Xiao and the other fourth-level Grandmasters responded.

Fang Can nodded slightly, his gaze turning to the remaining martial artists below the fourth rank: "You are too weak. If you are willing, then in the days to come... build up my empire."

With those words, Fang Can's body quietly disappeared from the scene, leaving behind only the martial artists looking at each other in bewilderment.

Before long, after Yang Xiao and the other fourth-level Grandmasters left, the remaining martial artists asked in confusion, "How do we build up the empire that His Majesty spoke of?"

"I don't know, but... does that mean nobody will be looking after us anymore?"

Excitement flashed in the eyes of several martial artists. They were as carefree as immortals in this outer realm, needing no breathing at all, and their strength was incomparable to what they had before.

Once Fang Can left, without a leader, wouldn't they be able to do whatever they wanted? Just as they were lost in thought, they saw a white, prismatic cube floating in the distance, and then the boundless mental image directly connected to their brains.

[Fang Canxin's Online Trial Card is at your service]

'What is this...?' Several martial artists thought subconsciously.

[This is a temporary mental connection network established by His Majesty to serve the establishment of the Empire. It can forcibly connect the minds of those below the Heavenly Path realm.]

[Your level of understanding is too high. If you wish to use this, please actively lower your mental defenses and connect your consciousness to the mental network.]

The martial artists present hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to take action.

"Jingxu, you connect." A third-level martial artist said to a first-level martial artist; the two were master and disciple.

"Yes, master."

Jingxu hesitated for a moment before agreeing and directly connected to the consciousness network.

The next moment, she felt a massive heart image pierce directly into her sea of ​​consciousness.

She was then able to clearly hear the thoughts of the martial artists around her who were also connected to her heart.

Immediately, an application forcibly accessed her brain.

[Three thousand five hundred and sixty-two people serving in the Imperial Capital are preparing to initiate a remote conversation with you. Do you accept?]

Jingxu: ?
……

As Fang Can left the capital city of Liyang, the crowd was momentarily bewildered, unsure of what to do next.

They had grown accustomed to being commanded, but now the emperor had suddenly died, and the immortals who ruled them had departed.

So what are they going to do next? Go back to farming?
Around the Taiji Hall, millions of people from the entire city gathered.

However, due to the lack of discipline and the transparency of everyone's thinking, conflicts quickly erupted.

"You son of a bitch, Li Si, you actually had an affair with my husband! I'm going to beat you to death!" A woman nearby angrily raised her fist and punched another man.

"You wicked girl, so that's why you haven't come back. Turns out you've squandered all your money at the casino and are too ashamed to face me!" An old woman raised her cane and struck a dissolute woman.

In an instant, the thoughts that were originally hidden in their hearts were exposed, and the people who were originally united broke up and even took action because they had no secrets left.

Looking at the chaotic crowd, Yang Qiaoyan, unwilling to cause trouble, moved away, but inwardly she was overjoyed.

Because of the mental network, she learned many things she didn't know before.

For example, the world is not flat as others say; they live on a sphere, and the stars are also composed of spheres of different sizes, just like here.

But soon, she began to worry, because she still owed her neighbor, Master Zhang, two taels of silver, and didn't know when she would be able to pay it back.

But then she paused, and tentatively asked, "Immortal, can you teach me how to repay Master Zhang's two taels of silver?"

This time, the answer came a little late, and then the voice came out again:

The West City Medical Clinic requests that a distiller be manufactured and delivered to the clinic by noon tomorrow. The reward is 2 taels of silver.

Two taels of silver?
Upon hearing this, Yang Qiaoyan's eyes widened.

Before she could even ask what a distiller was, the relevant information was directly injected into her brain through mental imagery.

The design, materials, and blueprints of the still all entered her mind at that moment.

“My blacksmith shop can indeed produce it, but I don’t know where to find materials like quartz sand.” She was stumped again.

[Pay 30 copper coins, and Ye Qing from the north of the city will deliver one pound of quartz to your blacksmith shop in three hours.]

[For 20 copper coins, Li Xiang from the south of the city can deliver half a pound of limestone to the blacksmith's shop after three incense sticks have burned.]

……

Yang Qiaoyan didn't need to worry about it; the various sub-missions had already been calculated clearly by the Fang Can satellite in the sky.

The task is broken down into numerous sub-tasks and distributed to everyone in the entire industry chain, ensuring that everyone in each of these chains is satisfied.

Meanwhile, in a clinic in the west of the city, an old woman sat inside, having already promised over a hundred taels of silver.

They were just waiting for all sorts of things, such as distillers, artemisinin, and stethoscopes, to fall into the clinic.

"But Immortal Master, why did you give all this money to Old Li at the shop next door? And why did you have to give him a cut?" the old woman at the clinic asked, somewhat displeased.

After all this mess, isn't it just a lot of unnecessary trouble and a waste of money?

[Your morals are questionable; you have a history of dishonesty since opening your clinic.]

"That old Li isn't trustworthy either; he even cheated me out of money before," the old woman said indignantly. Why should Old Li next door be allowed to manage the money? Isn't he afraid of being embezzled?

[We've already contacted Kill Me. If Li Siqi embezzled money, the interest you pay will be the killer's reward, and the rest will be distributed by the killer to those who deserve it.]

"What if the assassin also embezzles?" the old woman continued to ask.

Behind every assassin is another assassin; the killing continues until no assassin dares to embezzle anymore.

Old woman:……

They actually assigned a supervisory team to the supervisory team?

(End of this chapter)