Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 344: Departure Imminent
Serving the Empire, it has been almost a month since its founding.

It is different from the desolate wilderness when everything was in ruins.

After this period of construction, the entire country has been built up in a decent manner, successfully entering the information age.

Even after Fang Can leaves, they can still ensure that the current industry is replicated and innovated.

Meanwhile, the future empire's core members selected by Fang Can have already been conducting trial management in various locations on this planet for a week.

The results were mediocre, and the empire operated smoothly.

After all, Fang Can only assigned the official position casually.

But fate had a way of ensuring that the person he pointed to had the talent for that position.

In contrast to the open-minded common people, Fang Can did not open the minds of these future pillars of the empire.

These future empresses and regional officials of the empire are quite different from the ordinary people who have a transparent mindset.

In response, someone in the public gave these officials the nickname "Wall-Facing Men," which quickly spread.

The Wallfacers will lead these Trisolarans!
Although, like those martial artists, he had a closed mindset.

However, since Fang Can personally selected them, the people were relatively accepting of them and did not treat them with the same level of suspicion as they did with other martial artists.

What they are worried about now is what will happen after Fang Can leaves.

As the final moment arrived, the people of the empire, who had been working passionately for thirty days, spontaneously stopped what they were doing to listen to the sacred proclamation.

After all, this was Fang Can's last speech before he left.

With the final 3-minute countdown to the end of the MindNet trial.

Fang Can's image appeared in the eyes of every citizen; he was a handsome man with white hair reaching his waist.

Unlike his previous exposure, he reappeared this time draped in silk, and the fierceness in his eyes had softened considerably.

Beyond the heavens, Jingxu conveyed the message through his mind. The group of martial artists also appeared solemn, but no one knew what they were thinking.

Under the world's gaze, Fang Can smiled and announced:
"This is the 30th day since I founded the Serving Empire, and it is also the day I officially leave."

"First of all, I am very pleased that this empire has achieved such great success in 30 days, which is far beyond my expectations."

"This is not my achievement, and there is no need to sing my praises."

"You should remember that I have never participated in the construction from beginning to end. What I have provided is merely a platform for you to work together and some knowledge."

"From beginning to end, every brick and tile of the entire empire is the achievement of your laborers."

"Whether they were martial artists or ordinary people, everyone contributed their efforts."

"I, as the immortal master, have actually wasted a considerable amount of human resources."

"To me, it's like being a gamer; I just need to click the mouse and watch the progress bar slowly fill up."

"But this is not a game. Both the buildings and the equipment are made up of the sweat of you people."

……

In his final moments before leaving, Fang Can was not as tyrannical as he had been during his previous reign.

Instead, they smiled and sang praises to everyone in the empire.

During this month, every ordinary citizen contributed their share.

After being given relative equality, these people's initiative was maximized.

As the young man spoke, in addition to the pride of building an empire, everyone felt a touch of self-reproach.

I feel that I haven't worked hard enough in the past month, and I feel somewhat ashamed to accept the praise from the immortal master.

Meanwhile, through the mental network, countless pleas for him to stay were sent to Fang Can, but they were all rejected by the network for various reasons. As he finished speaking, Fang Can gently waved his hand, and a voice rang in everyone's ear.

[Fang Canxin's online services have officially ended. Thank you for using our services.]

Before I leave, I wish you a good morning, a good afternoon, and a good evening every day!

As the last two words of advice were spoken, everyone present felt a sense of emptiness, and the previous clamor of thoughts vanished completely.

They broke free from their original state of telepathy, and the relationships between people became isolated islands once again.

Subconsciously, some people clutched their chests, feeling a sense of emptiness.

The relationship that had become so close over the past thirty days has been completely severed.

"Immortal Master? Are you still there?" someone asked instinctively.

This time, however, they had no answer in their hearts; what awaited them was a profound silence.

It was only then that some people realized that the person who used to wake them up every day and urge them to rest properly was no longer there.

……

Meanwhile, outside the sky, the live stream was cut off.

Thousands of white crystals scattered throughout near-Earth orbit were hurtling toward Fang Can at a visible speed.

In the distance, looking at the crystals moving horizontally across the sky at supersonic speeds, some fourth-level martial artists wore expressions of unprecedented apprehension.

Because each of these crystals contains a quantity of half a step five revolutions.

Those who are not resolute and unyielding cannot imagine why Fang Can still has vitality after cutting his body in half.

Theoretically speaking, the bodies of these martial artists are primarily driven by their minds.

Once a living body is dissected, the flesh and blood become nothing more than inanimate objects, devoid of any emotional fluctuations, merely rapidly deactivated chunks of meat.

They simply cannot reach the level of someone like Fang Can who can build computers.

'But... the immortal master can finally leave...'

As they watched the crystal hurtling past in near-Earth orbit, a few martial artists exchanged enigmatic glances.

If Fang Can hadn't taken them into space, they might still be mingling with ordinary people on Earth.

While there's nothing wrong with republics, ruling the people gives them a much wider scope and more freedom.

This world is definitely divided into superior and inferior.

Otherwise, what would be the point of them training so hard in the coldest and hottest winters and summers?
These warriors on the path to heaven can easily escape the biosphere and live in space.

These people have even planned to create a paradise on the moon.

The stars of these six-fold restrictions were then set up in the lower realm to be used for their worship.

Fang Can opened his palm, and the countless crystal lattices began to converge inward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just like a compressed file, it appeared amidst the astonished gazes of many martial artists.

The computer that detached from the body gently beckoned, and thousands of crystal lattices compressed and merged into a jet-black bracelet that hung on the wrist.

"A small application of spatial structure," Fang Can explained, then smiled and said, "I'm leaving now. From now on, the entire empire will depend on you. Don't let me down."

"Of course, you can rest assured, Master." Yang Xiao and the other fourth-level cultivators suddenly patted their chests and assured him, but no one knew what they were really thinking.

"See you next time."

Fang Can waved his hand gently, and the next moment his body silently returned to Ying Han's side.

(End of this chapter)