Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 383 Returning to the Real World, Encountering Believers Again!
"seriously?"

Faced with the martial artist's words, the villagers muttered strangely.

"Why would I lie to you? I specially carried this thing back from the provincial capital."

The martial artist, annoyed by the questioning, retorted, "If you don't want it, give it back to me."

As he spoke, he reached out to move the workbench in front of him, but was quickly stopped by several villagers.

"Hehe, don't be angry. We didn't say we didn't believe you. Just try it and you'll see," the villagers chuckled.

“That’s right, my dad has a bad back, and it was thanks to Lord Fang Can’s holy rope that descended from the sky and cured him. Since Lord Fang Can said so, how can we not believe him?” A young man also stood up to support him.

As they were talking, one of the strong and sturdy villagers came up with a large basin of soil: "The soil is here, the soil is here! Make way, everyone."

As he spoke, the burly man walked to the workbench.

He poured the soil from his hands onto the workbench, but nothing happened.

Noticing the strange looks from the surrounding villagers, the martial artist curled his lip and said, "Hey, what's the rush? This workbench has a mantra. Of course, it won't work if you don't recite the mantra."

Seeing the martial artist deliberately showing off, the village chief said helplessly, "Little Zhou, stop being so mysterious and tell me what the incantation is."

Seeing that the village chief had spoken, he waved his hand and said, "Alright, the mantra is 'Long live the superpowered!'"

As soon as the incantation was uttered, the soil on the wooden workbench immediately disappeared, and a half-basin of white rice appeared in front of everyone.

This sudden scene immediately widened the eyes of those around, as if they had witnessed a miracle.

It's a miracle that you can turn the cheapest, most readily available soil into white rice.

"That's pretty much how it works. One pound of soil can turn into one pound of white rice, so everyone will never have to worry about going hungry again," the martial artist named Xiao Zhou said happily.

Just to avoid starving to death, the villagers have to cultivate this damned land every day.

Every day, I work under the scorching sun, weeding, fertilizing, sowing, and removing pests, until my back is so bent I can't straighten up.

Even minor droughts, floods, or locust plagues could result in total crop failure.

Now everyone can finally be completely free.

From now on, I can do whatever I want, truly free myself to study, practice martial arts, and live life to the fullest. Even if I do nothing, I won't starve.

But in response to his words, the village chief smacked his lips and said, "Little Zhou, where did you get this treasure? If you really can't, just return it."

With a look of reluctance on his face, he said, "There's only one of these, so it's definitely not something we can handle."

"Hey, village chief, don't worry," Xiao Zhou waved his hand dismissively and laughed.
“These workbenches are everywhere in the city outside; everyone has one.”

"Just place two workbenches' worth of birch wood on it, recite the incantation, and you can make a new workbench."

Upon hearing this, the village chief was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Really?"

"I already told you, why would I lie to you? From now on, no one will need to farm and won't starve to death." Xiao Zhou smiled and said, "This is all thanks to Lord Fang Can's magic."

"Oh, thank you so much, Lord Fang Can!" the villagers thought sincerely.

……

Workbench, buckets, sugarcane...

Fang Can's gaze was fixed on the things he used in front of him.

These are all items with the ability to replicate, created using the fourth-tier Mind's Light. For example, once a bucket is filled with enough water, it can pour out a continuous supply of 1 cubic meter of water.

For example, sugarcane planted in sunny sand can grow a section every 18 minutes on average, and there is also a self-replicating workbench.

The only cost of these things is a massive amount of mental energy. The mental energy consumed in converting one pound of soil into white rice is enough to drain a second-stage mental energy.

Fortunately, they are currently all within Fang Can's martial world, which is enveloped by blood, so Xin Xiang hardly needs to worry about consumption.

It's roughly equivalent to using a six-cycle generator as a human battery; it's practically an inexhaustible source of energy, and the public can easily afford to use it like this.

'However...once productivity increases, it's time to consider having children.'

Fang Can stroked his smooth chin, deep in thought, and said, 'The population of the new country is still too small.'

Ultimately, the technological difficulty of human transmutation isn't that great. Reviving a human wish-granting machine is very difficult, but creating an ordinary human being is quite simple.

"Just like refreshing NPCs, let humans be continuously produced to increase the population of the new country. Everyone should practice martial arts. In the end, it will definitely be a flourishing of diverse talents," Fang Can thought seriously.

However... we'll have to wait until he returns from the mortal world to discuss all of this.

This was deduced from Fang Can's perception at this moment.

Perhaps in a minute, or perhaps in the next second, he will return to the present world.

They will have to stay in the mortal world for another ten days or half a month before they can return.

'Perfect timing. Now that I'm back in the modern world, I might as well take control of the White Federation, including the New Kingdom, along with the Black Empire, all at once,' Fang Can thought to himself.

After all, the crisis of superpowered beings from outer space is imminent, and we can't let Earth continue to fight amongst itself.

As for Ji Donglai, Fang Can already has a plan to easily pay off his loan.

Or perhaps Ji Donglai has already paid off his loan and will wake up when Fang Can returns.

As he pondered, the surrounding space and time froze completely.

A sense of detachment washed over Fang Can, making him realize that he was about to return to the real world.

As one's cultivation level increases, the anomalies caused by each spatial transformation become more pronounced.

But Fang Can also discovered that even if he was aware of this force while in the universe, he could not resist it unless he transcended the universe!
In the blink of an eye, the space in front of him changed, and he was back in his familiar villa, dressed in a brocade dragon robe.

As his undisguised aura entered the room, countless other auras outside seemed to boil over.

Ye Yonglie and the other believers immediately pushed open the door. Seeing Fang Can's drastically changed appearance, they did not hesitate and knelt on one knee, saying, "Lord, you have finally returned."

The believers spoke with countless emotions in their voices.

Since before the battle at Guiyun Peak, all these believers had left and, guided by superhumans, traveled through that ancient city to the present world.

Those who had walked alongside Fang Can firmly believed that the young man must have achieved even greater things during the months they had been apart.

The only regret is that when Fang Can manifested his divine power in front of everyone, these believers were not there to witness it!
"Yes," Fang Can said with emotion.

"After half a year of martial arts training, thanks to my talent and hard work, I finally overcame the efforts of those geniuses who had worked for hundreds of years, and officially unified the martial arts world!"

"From now on... you won't have to hide anymore!"

(End of this chapter)