Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 449 The History of the Demon Race, Goodbye Yuan Dang!
In the capital of Yunchao, Fang Can leaned back lazily in a large sandalwood chair.

Long, slender fingers rested casually on the armrest, while the warm fire crackled in the fireplace, a stark contrast to the bitter cold outside the window.

Opposite him, the King of Rotten Living stared wide-eyed, his chin slightly agape, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, looking completely dumbfounded.

After a long silence, the King of Rotten Lives swallowed hard, his voice trembling with disbelief: "You... what did you say? You said you saw it..."

"Hmm." Looking at the king of trashy stories, Fang Can's lips curled into a playful smile, enjoying the mixture of shock, envy, and frustration on the other's face, and slowly began to list...
"Yes, Mygo, Iron Man, Conan, Superman..."

Each word described made the King of Bad Luck's eyes widen a little more.

After Fang Can finished speaking, his eyes were wide open, and Fang Can could clearly feel that the emotion in the other person's eyes was jealousy!
"Damn it, we superpowered people kill and set fires our whole lives! Why are you the one to go to heaven first!" The King of Rotten Life slammed his fist on the table, making the cups and plates rattle softly. He was practically splitting his plasmosphere in envy!

Yes, in his eyes, Super Earth is practically a paradise on earth.

“That’s not all~” Fang Can deliberately dragged out the tone, enjoying the other’s blood pressure soaring: “In that universe, Gao Songdeng possessed the Deep Blue System.”

The King of Rotten Life sat bolt upright in shock, exclaiming in a booming voice, "Deep Blue!!!"

Fang Can continued to add fuel to the fire, his tone light and cheerful: "That's right, Li Xi returned from the Main God Space, and Ruo Ye Mu was transported by 99 versions of herself from different worlds..."

As Fang Can described it, the King of Rotten Life felt itchy all over, and his physical body wished it could travel directly through the universe to heaven.

Heaven, as people yearn for, is the eternal resting place for souls, a place of eternal joy.

In the mind of the King of Rotten Things, the paradise world that can accommodate him must be stitched together from rotten tropes.

There, Cai Xukun dances with Li Yunlong, Billy flies alongside the Führer, and it's a paradise made up of seventy-two cheesy jokes, the kind of beauty that I've been pursuing my whole life.

Now, Fang Can tells him that there is no need to pursue the so-called heaven, there is also a super-stitched universe in the human world waiting for him to open up!
Is there such a good thing?

Listening to Fang Can's stories and anecdotes from that world of stale jokes, even the King of Stale Jokes was green with envy.

He slammed his hand on the table and said, "Hagichan, I've never asked anyone for help in my life, but this is the only time you absolutely have to help me!"

"Within my lifetime, within ten or even nine years, you must take me to that world."

The scoundrel said bluntly, "Don't force me to kneel down and beg you!"

Seeing the way the "Rotten Life King" was acting, Fang Can couldn't help but laugh out loud. He knew that using Super Earth as bait would work; this guy would take the bait.

This guy's personality is so easy to guess; he's more eager to see a tired joke than a lecherous man seeing a beautiful woman.

"Don't worry, don't worry, that day will come." Fang Can waved his hand lazily, a hint of certainty in his smile:
"You just wait here. Once I reach the fifth level of enlightenment, my inheritance will be sufficient to allow me to directly traverse the universe."

Even after Fang Can's assurance, the King of Rotten Living still looked sullen and expressed his regret at not being able to go directly to that universe.

"However, did anything happen during the time I was away from the martial arts world?" Fang Can asked after the playful banter ended.

"Something wrong? Nothing at all, I'm just incredibly bored."

The "King of Unproductive Work" rolled his eyes in annoyance, but the envy was still there:
"You've only been gone for less than two months, and the Cat Factory is investigating various cases. Without external interference, how could there be any major problems?"

He paused, then added, "However... there have indeed been more and more troublemakers lately."

"Cause trouble? What do you mean?" Fang Can raised an eyebrow slightly, showing interest.

"Of course, even they find it boring," the rotten-living king explained. "Those martial artists are a bunch of bloodthirsty killers; they practice martial arts just to fight."

"However, since you came to power, the whole world has been forbidden from fighting and killing, and people have been forcibly suppressed. Naturally, those people are dissatisfied."

"They're actually unhappy that I'm not letting them fight?" Fang Can exclaimed in surprise.

"Nonsense, you're opening up all martial arts techniques to martial artists on one hand, and restricting fighting on the other. Isn't that just blocking the path?"

"There are a lot of bloodthirsty warriors in this world. Some people would rather break the law to fight and then fight each other to the death."

The King of Rotten Things said, "Now, the city lords of various cities are saying that they receive applications for deathmatches every day, and even the city lords themselves are considering requesting to fight each other."

"Those city lords did it too?" Fang Can asked in astonishment.

"Of course, you know that the most important thing in the martial arts of the mind is to be of one mind. Only by winning all the time and remaining undefeated can you increase your cultivation."

"Those city lords above the Heavenly Road are even more insane than the city's citizens; they are all bloodthirsty to death."

After listening to the description from the "King of Rotten Things," Fang Can fell silent and began scratching his head, thinking of a solution, while the "King of Rotten Things" had already come up with one in advance.

"How about we just hold a world's number one martial arts tournament?" the rotten-living king suggested casually.

"What kind of mess are you up to now?" Fang Can remembered that this guy was the one who caused the previous carnival.

"What nonsense! If those martial artists want to fight, then give them a platform to fight. This benefits the country and its people, how can it be called a bad job?"

“Let those martial artists who want to fight fill out the application form themselves, and then determine the number one in the world based on age, cultivation level, and gender.”

"Anyway, those people want to fight. Rather than having a private fight in an unseen corner, it's better to fight under our supervision. That way, we can keep an eye on them."

Looking at the rambling, seemingly clueless man in front of him, Fang Can's eyes narrowed subconsciously: "You've been holding onto this idea for a long time, haven't you?"

"It hasn't been that long since I've been holding back," the King of Rotten Things chuckled somewhat awkwardly. "Well, it's what everyone's been waiting for, isn't it? How about we do it?"

Faced with the suggestion from the "King of Rotten Jobs," Fang Can pondered for a moment and said:

"It's not impossible, but make sure the medical care is adequate and just be careful not to cause any deaths. You guys come up with a proposal and I'll take a look."

"Alright, that's what I've been waiting for!" The lazy bum got up excitedly and walked outside, already impatient.

However, before leaving, he stopped and said, "Remember to break through to the fifth level as soon as possible. I'm waiting for you to take me to heaven!"

"Understood!" Fang Can replied casually.

As the footsteps of the "Rotten Living King" disappeared outside the door, the room returned to silence, with only the soft crackling of the fireplace providing a gentle accompaniment.

Fang Can leaned back in his chair, relaxed, and casually reached his long arm to his waist, whereupon the Purple Diamond Soft Sword, its body shimmering with a deep purple hue, appeared in his hand.

As my fingertips touched the blade, my fingertips gently caressed it, and a cool, smooth, jade-like sensation washed over me, as if I were having a tacit conversation with a silent friend.

As the dark aura was gradually poured in, the sword emitted an extremely subtle and joyful chime, as if it were enjoying a top-notch spa treatment.

Since acquiring the Purple Diamond Soft Sword, Fang Can has been taking time each day to nurture and maintain the sword, as he had made a promise to it.

This continued for several months, and the sword became increasingly docile. Basically, as soon as Fang Can injected his AT field, the entire sword would soften. And with this continuous nurturing, the quality of the Purple Diamond Sword itself was also quietly transforming.

That profound spirituality grew stronger day by day, and the thoughts it conveyed were no longer vague hunger, cold or joy, but became clearer and richer.

"Is this guy about to break through to the fifth level?" A clear and transparent voice quietly sounded beside Fang Can.

Yinghan's translucent figure silently materialized, her beautiful eyes falling on the Purple Diamond Sword with a hint of surprise and inquiry.

At the same time, her gaze swept deeper over Fang Can, and she was secretly surprised.

He's only been gone a few months, and his aura has already surpassed mine.

A fourth-level cultivator, comparable to a sixth-level cultivator, possesses power millions of times greater than others of the same level—it's simply outrageous.

'However... at this speed, it's still a long way from being comparable.' Yinghan thought to herself.

In the later stages, the difficulty of each breakthrough and the power of growth increase exponentially, and the gap between each breakthrough is so large that it seems like a completely different species.

For example, a typical fifth-level cultivator is merely a powerful cultivator at the surface level, but once they break through to the sixth level, they can easily pluck stars from the sky, and the stronger ones can even leave their mark on stars.

This is only the performance of someone who has just entered the sixth rank.

As they connect with everything within the Sixth Revolution Universe, the larger their share of the universe, the greater their power and realm will become.

Once one reaches the sixth level and occupies an entire star system, extending one's laws deep into the plants and trees within the system, that is when one reaches the seventh level. At that time, one's power will easily increase by several hundred billion times.

'but……'

Yinghan watched Fang Can carefully nurture the sword and subconsciously licked the corner of her mouth.

Once Fang Can's strength rivals that of a seventh-rank cultivator, I'll take a small bite out of him.

At that time, given the difference in their levels of understanding...

It's not impossible for someone to completely refine the Yang energy of the seventh level and use it to reverse Yin and Yang, thus directly reviving from the dead.

At this moment, Fang Can was unaware of the covetousness beside him, and instead focused his attention on the soft sword in his hand.

'So... is it time to break through to the fifth level?' Fang Can lowered his eyes and looked at Zi Ling, whose sword blade was constantly scraping against his hand, and guessed in his heart.

Unlike the crude method of forcibly imprinting the "inheritance" mark into a sacrificial artifact with immense power when a martial artist breaks through, this ancient method can also improve the level of the sacrificial artifact.

However, gentle nourishment requires a more subtle and gradual approach, and its effects are much slower.

During this time, Fang Can also took some time to browse knowledge about sacrificial artifacts, filling in some gaps in his knowledge.

Unlike direct inheritance, if a sacrificial artifact breaks through a realm through nurturing, there is a chance that it will directly take human form, which is commonly known as a transformed great demon.

According to historical documents, many such "transformed demons" were active in the martial arts world hundreds of years ago.

They are either plants, trees, rocks, or ancient soldiers and mythical beasts that have attained enlightenment; they come in various forms, and each one that transforms is at least a monster that has reached the first level of cultivation.

Since demons capable of taking human form must be at least at the first level of reincarnation, and because of their different races, conflicts often arise.

There even emerged a small country where transformed demons served as the ruling class, and dozens of transformed demons lived there, enslaving humans.

But for some reason, the world changed overnight.

The shapeshifting monsters that originally existed directly in this world have completely disappeared from human society.

No one knows whether those monsters died or migrated, but there are indeed no further historical records of them afterward.

Fang Can looked at the longsword in his arms. This was different from Hakimi, who was composed of superpowers like Carter's.

If Zi Ling continues to be nurtured, and if she successfully breaks through to the fifth level, she will have the opportunity to transform into human form and become a sword maiden.

Time flowed slowly in the silent flow of spiritual energy. The hum of the sword gradually subsided, and the almost greedy sucking sensation weakened, tending towards a satisfied calm.

Fang Can continued to pour energy for half an hour before finally withdrawing his hand, ending the charging process.

The sword in his palm seemed unsatisfied, and it vibrated gently as if being affectionate, rubbing against his fingers. Fang Can smiled and shook his head in refusal.

Now that he's at the fourth level of cultivation, his mental state is comparable to that of a regular sixth level cultivator. If he were to pour too much energy into it, it would be bad if the entire sword body were to burst open.

Concealing the soft sword to his waist, Fang Can tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his thoughts drifting.

Complete silence fell over the surroundings. The fire burned quietly, and only the howling of the wind and snow could be heard outside the window. This rare, even luxurious, tranquility made Fang Can feel momentarily dazed.

Now that he has returned to the martial arts world and is completely at leisure, he immediately thought of a guy he had been ignoring for a long time.

Yuan Dang!

I seem to have been ignoring this guy for too long, and now that so much time has passed, I don't even know how he's doing.

'Should we go take a look?' This thought immediately arose in Fang Can's mind.

Upon thinking of this, he immediately sat up from his chair. Since he had this idea, he might as well go and take a look.

"Where are you going?" Yinghan asked casually from the side.

“Let’s go see a former…enemy?” Fang Can replied.

With that, he took a step forward, and his figure disappeared from the house. He had already traveled thousands of miles and arrived at the basement in Yanggu County.

Looking at the steel gate in front of him, Fang Can had never returned since he left for the inter-nation competition.

"Who!" Two stern voices rang out.

The two guards who had been standing guard at the door saw an outsider coming and instinctively shouted a question, preparing to draw their long swords.

But upon seeing the newcomer, their attitude softened immediately. They instinctively clasped their hands together, knelt on one knee, and exclaimed excitedly, "God, you have returned!"

"Hmm, you've done a good job these past few days," Fang Can casually praised. "How are the people locked up inside doing?"

“We followed the gods’ instructions and didn’t say a word to him, and we prevented him from committing suicide. At first, his mental state became increasingly unstable, but recently he has completely gone mad, so he is easier to manage,” a guard replied.

“Very good, let me go in and take a look,” Fang Can said.

(End of this chapter)