Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 415 An Unimaginably Dazzling and Suppressive Atmosphere!!!

In a prison cell, a man is bound hand and foot to a cross.

The man had an ordinary appearance, a stubble beard, and wore coarse linen clothes, but his eyes were filled with deep astonishment.

"What exactly do you want to do?" the Broken Dream Taoist couldn't help but ask.

Yes, the man's true identity is the Broken Dream Daoist, or rather, he possesses some of the Broken Dream Daoist's physical structure.

After Fang Can tore the Broken Moon Daoist's body apart, leaving only his brain.

While ensuring that the person remained conscious, Fang Can inserted the brain of the Broken Dream Daoist into the head of a death row inmate hanging in the sky.

With the inexhaustible life force of the fifth level, even if Fang Can used some brutal methods, he could still prevent the death row inmate's body from dying and achieve a healing ability similar to Wolverine's.

After all, it's just using cells of the fifth level to repair flesh and blood of mortal quality.

But what the Broken Dream Daoist didn't understand was why Fang Can would confine his fifth-stage brain to a mortal body.

"I've made myself very clear. Next, I need to make you experience unbearable pain," Fang Can said with a sneer. "I'll make you wish you were dead, and force you to obey me forever."

"How do you intend to torture me?" Shattered Dream Daoist sneered. "I'm not even afraid of being cuckolded, so how else can you torture me? Physical pain?"

"Of course not, you'll soon see the methods I use on you."

Fang Can smiled faintly and casually snapped the rope with a wave of his hand. Immediately, the Broken Dream Daoist slid off the torture rack and fell to the ground.

"You have seven days to return to the Nightmare Space. Enjoy your time in the Martial World."

After Fang Can simply uttered those words, his figure disappeared into the prison, leaving behind only a bewildered Broken Dream Taoist.

Of course, he wasn't confused as to why Fang Can had let him go.

After all, he had personally witnessed Fang Can implant a piece of his blood graft along with his brain into the body of this death row inmate.

He was simply wondering what Fang Can was going to do to him next.

thump—

Suddenly, the Broken Dream Daoist clutched his chest, sensing a strange and unusual sensation.

This feeling is not an obvious sensation, not as intense as pain, nor as irritating as itching, but rather a sense of oppression that rises from the heart.

This sense of oppression escalated from initial indifference to an urgent need for resistance, eventually giving rise to psychological repression.

This was a feeling that the Broken Dream Taoist hadn't experienced in a long time; it was a man's physiological instinct to release pent-up emotions.

Simply put, at this moment, the Broken Dream Daoist is in a pilot's state, wanting to take off immediately.

In just a moment, the oppressive feeling suddenly increased several levels! It surged into the nerve endings of every part of my body like an electric current.

The blood flow seemed to suddenly accelerate, and a surge of heat exploded from the base of the spine, rushing straight to the top of the head.

His throat tightened, and he couldn't help but let out a heavy breath, his nails digging deep into his palms, trying to suppress this inexplicable torrent with the stinging pain.

'A woman... I want a woman...' the Broken Dream Daoist thought urgently in his heart, wanting to vent his desires.

The next moment, he let out a painful roar, because the oppressive feeling was still increasing, and every cell was emitting a mating scream like a dying beast.

"I want to sleep, I need to sleep! Come on, find a woman to sleep with me!!!"

The Broken Dream Taoist's arteries were so blocked they were about to burst.

And this is just the beginning. If one remains in a state of constant repression and tension, the effects of this torture will not be as good.

Only by giving him time to roam freely each day, allowing him to experience remorse and pain during this period of lucidity, can the effect be maximized, as the suppressed emotions suddenly arise while his consciousness is weakened.

This is the same principle as quitting pornography. The stronger your willpower is during the day, the clearer your regret will be when the desires fade at night. This period should be used for him to reflect properly.

Anyway, with Blood Seed Remote Control, there won't be a single chance for Shattered Dream Daoist to escape control.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Fang Can was above the endless sea, waving his hand and reaching down to grab something.

Because of his low profile, he had almost forgotten that Yan Chuqing, the master of Suxinzhai, was lying beneath the endless sea, and several months had already passed.

As the pitch-black heart-shaped object descended, the once calm waters immediately surged into a raging torrent.

The entire sea area was torn in two by immense force! Billions of hectares of seawater collapsed and exploded on both sides, forming a deep abyss that stretched for thousands of miles, exposing the riverbed below.

At the bottom of the deep sea abyss, Yan Chuqing lay supine, his fourth-stage body impervious to water and fire, as if in a deep slumber.

The chaotic battle at Guiyun Peak seems like yesterday, but everything has changed. A trace of emotion flashed in Fang Can's eyes.

Back then, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get through to Yan Chuqing. If it weren't for the interlocking AT field, I wouldn't have been able to do anything to her.

Now, what the other party called an indestructible defense is as illusory in his eyes.

If Fang Can were willing now, the force field of the other party's so-called "equality halo" would be torn apart by his great force.

With a flick of his finger, Fang Can lifted Yan Chuqing from the seabed and then gently tapped her forehead.

With a simple finger, the image of the heart stored in Yan Chuqing's consciousness was taken out, and the woman who was trapped in the sow hell suddenly woke up.

Swah——

As Fang Can released Yan Chuqing from his control, Yan Chuqing immediately opened her eyes.

Yan Chuqing roared, trying to say something, but the next moment Fang Can's right palm slammed into her face, slamming her into the waves. "Boom—"

In the midst of intense pain, Yan Chuqing was sent flying by the slap, sinking deep into the sea and causing the entire area to collapse.

After the fight, Fang Can pulled the other person's figure back to reality.

Seeing a faint blush appear on the other person's naturally alluring face, he calmly said, "You've calmed down."

"You, you've reached the fifth level..."

Looking at the young man in front of her whose appearance had changed, Yan Chuqing was deeply shocked. How long had she been asleep?
"You could say that. I was just passing through and stopped by to see you," Fang Can said calmly.

"Little man, you're reluctant to kill me?" Yan Chuqing's face revealed a charming smile:

"After all, we once shared a bitter bite."

"A couple's love is worth a hundred days' grace, so why don't we go with the flow and have a fleeting affair?"

As she spoke, Yan Chuqing's eyes held a deep, concealed greed, as if she wanted to completely devour Fang Can.

In response, Fang Can simply smiled confidently and said, "That's exactly what I was thinking too. I've long heard that the 'Great Joy Bodhisattva Heart Sutra' of Suxinzhai can rival the creation of heaven and earth, and I'd like to give it a try."

"I don't know whether you broke your cultivation and swallowed half of my cultivation first, or whether I swallowed your fourth-level cultivation and turned it into my foundation."

Yan Chuqing was taken aback: "You know about the 'Great Joy Bodhisattva Heart Sutra,' and you still dared to agree to it?"

Fang Can grinned: "I'm about to go to the outer heavens. Before that, demoness! I need your help in my cultivation! Help me to consolidate my foundation to the greatest extent possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Can pressed Yan Chuqing down and slammed her into the seabed, since no one could see it anyway.

As they plummeted rapidly into the ocean, Yan Chuqing's voice rang out: "Alright, I'd like to see who eats whom in this battle!"

The next moment, the entire endless sea surged with waves, and the two who were caught up in the battle no longer knew what the world was like.

A day later, after absorbing half of Yan Chuqing's cultivation, memories, power, realm, defense, and insights, Fang Can appeared in the sea feeling refreshed.

The experience of a fourth-stage cultivation not only increased his strength but also greatly improved his realm. It also made up for some of the gaps in his foundation, which benefited him greatly.

As Fang Can gently lifted Yan Chuqing, the inexplicable summoning voice echoed in his mind once again.

After the lack of response, the real name echoed more and more clearly and frequently in his mind, clearly urging him to go there.

'This summoning method... it must be something from a Western fantasy magic world.'

Fang Can was a little curious about where his arm was located, since it could summon him across worlds; that was quite a skill.

Gently embracing Yan Chuqing, Fang Can whispered in her ear, "From now on, you must obediently report to my harem department and do not cause any trouble that would displease me. Follow Jiang Ning'an's orders. This is the task I have assigned to you."

"If you fail, I'll punish you by banning you from my training for 100 years." Fang Can said casually, but Yan Chuqing, who had been completely conquered by Fang Can, couldn't help but tremble.

A hundred years? That's worse than death!

"Oh, and remember to tell Ning'an that I'll be leaving for quite some time."

As Fang Can spoke, he closed his eyes and began to respond to the endless echo in his mind.

The space was torn apart like a faded silk painting, and Fang Can's figure collapsed into a tiny dot. The whole process was extremely abrupt, leaving only Yan Chuqing, who had not yet recovered, in the same spot.

……

Toyokawa Shoko felt that she was cursed by fate and that every day was incredibly miserable.

After failing to summon within the clan's territory, he was regarded as a disgrace by the entire Toyokawa clan, and along with his father, Toyokawa Tanghao, who had been an alcoholic for many years after his deceased wife's death, he was expelled from the Toyokawa family.

This was only the beginning of her suffering, because the setbacks that followed would knock her down one after another.

On her first day after being expelled from the Toyokawa family, she had to work to make a living because she lost her financial support.

Lacking a higher education, I could only find work in customer service, a job with no entry requirements, where I had to repeat the same things to customers every day.

But just five days later, the Super Beast appeared in Mihua City, where she lived, and kicked the entire company building to pieces, causing the company to go bankrupt.

In order to survive, she had to find another job as a convenience store clerk.

But a few days later, a murder occurred inside the convenience store.

If it weren't for a high school student named Light Yagami who happened to pass by and deduced the real culprit, she might have been identified as a suspect.

After finding a new job as a kitchen helper, a tiger-level monster appeared nearby, causing the entire street to be closed off for inspection, plunging her into confusion once again.

Exhausted, Toyokawa Shoko huddled in a semi-basement in the slums. Mold covered the cracks in the walls, and rainwater with a rusty smell seeped in through the window cracks. Empty bottles and jars were scattered all over the room.

Her gaze swept once more over the sealed object wrapped in thick white cloth on the table, and the severed left arm.

'If only I hadn't used this severed left arm to summon it back then.' Toyokawa Shoko couldn't help but think these days.

click-

Suddenly, a soft white light rose from her arm in her eyes, and then a belated summoning circle lit up before her.

The light grew stronger and stronger, engulfing her slender figure as she instinctively straightened up. Then, from within the white halo, a gentle voice emanated.

"Excuse me, are you my Master?"

(End of this chapter)