Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 516 The Transformed Demon and the Cat-Eared Maid Xiaoliu

Is there something higher up?
After pondering for a moment, Fang Can asked, "Why would a high-ranking being take away a level 5 sword for no reason?"

"No matter how you look at it, a single fifth level is of no use to people at our level."

Fang Can expressed his confusion, wondering what value there was in taking away a sword of this caliber.

"And when you say it has become a spirit, do you mean the Purple Diamond Sword has taken human form?"

“Not bad.” Fang Shuyue nodded and said, “During your coma, the Purple Diamond Sword was nourished by your aura and has been raised to the fifth level, initially gaining the ability to take human form.”

After a period of transformation, the other party successfully shed the sword and became—a loli!
"And then?" Fang Can asked, raising an eyebrow.

Then, the instant she transformed, a guiding light descended from the sky and, right before my eyes, forcefully took Zi Ling away.

Fang Shuyue spread her hands innocently and stuck out her tongue: "That ball of light is at least an eighth-level technique. I couldn't intercept it, so I could only watch from the sidelines."

"It's even said that the ball of light wanted to take me with it when it left, but for some reason it gave up in the end."

Listening to the girl's story, Fang Can fell into deep thought, completely unable to figure out who had made the move.

"Father also knows what happened after that. Because of the commotion caused by the guiding light, your sleeping body was exposed, which directly caused a great battle between Mother and Mother."

"Because all the causes and effects related to Zi Ling were erased before she left, even you overlooked this matter."

'So that's when it happened...' Fang Can suddenly realized, wondering why he had been exposed for no reason.

"Now the question comes full circle." Fang Can pondered, "Why would Zi Ling, a mere fifth-rank swordswoman, attract the attention of an eighth-rank being and even be taken away directly?"

“Because you’re focusing on the wrong thing,” Fang Shuyue said. “The key point of this incident is not so-called power or realm, but identity.”

"Identity?" Fang Can looked surprised, then suddenly realized something: "You mean, Zi Ling's non-human identity?"

Once this conclusion was reached, all previous doubts vanished.

"You previously said that you even wanted to take that martial will with you, because you weren't entirely cultivated from a human, but rather the will of all living beings, so you also meet the requirements to be taken away!"

Fang Shuyue nodded gently and said, "This guess is close to the truth. Rather than the guiding light group coming specifically to take away Zi Ling, it is more like some kind of inheritance, taking away all the martial artists who meet the definition of non-human."

"You should still remember the early historical records of the martial arts world."

Fang Shuyue spoke calmly, conjuring a book in her hand that contained all the historical records and customs of various countries (Chapter 448):

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

"They are either plants, trees, rocks, or ancient soldiers and strange beasts that have attained enlightenment. They are all different in form, and each of them can at least be compared to a cultivator at the first level of cultivation, and they also possess the intelligence of ordinary people."

"There was even a kingdom enslaved by powerful demons in human form, but for some reason, all of these demons disappeared overnight."

Listening to the girl's story, Fang Can nodded secretly in agreement.

The idealistic propagation of martial arts has never been limited to any species.

Regardless of gender or physical structure, from humans to pigs, dogs, cattle, sheep, and even a mindless stone, martial arts memes will spread.

However, due to the idealistic system, the more agile one's mind and the more determined one's will, the faster one's progress in martial arts.

Therefore, humans have a unique advantage over non-human life forms.

However, those animals and inanimate objects that have been imbued with martial arts memes have not lost their path to martial arts; it has simply become much more difficult.

The difficulty of turning inanimate objects into spirits increases dramatically to an almost impossible level.

In reality, "stubborn" is often used to describe someone who is inflexible, and an inanimate object is even more devoid of a heart.

Therefore, it is as difficult as climbing to heaven for a stone to develop thoughts and take shape.

You would use various terms to describe humans and even animals, such as "human-like," "resourceful," and "intelligent."

But when it comes to stones, it's difficult to find a way to interpret their character and nature.

Therefore, it is much more difficult for inanimate objects to become spirits or take human form than for living objects.

Looking up at Fang Can, who was deep in thought, Fang Shuyue slowly said, "So, those transformed demons that disappeared overnight were probably all taken away by that being."

"Any martial artist who meets the criteria of transformation will be taken away by that being, regardless of who they are, and their related causal memories will be erased."

Fang Can nodded knowingly and smiled, "The problem now is simple: verify whether the guess is true!"

After saying that, he bent down and casually scooped something up from the ground.

It was like trying to catch the moon's reflection in a well; Fang Can had already grasped the pebble lying in the great river tens of thousands of miles away.

"By forcibly creating a fully-formed demon, we can naturally find out the truth of this matter."

Having said that, Fang Can raised his hand and gently tapped the pebble in his palm, planting a concept within it: [This is a pebble with unwavering will and extraordinary talent.]

There's no need to dwell on why a stone is so determined.

With a single thought, one can change the color of the Milky Way; one's thoughts and ideas can elicit responses from heaven and earth; and one always carries a small "wish fulfillment" buff.

Unless you encounter a similar opponent with seven transformations, your good fortune will last forever!
As long as Fang Can believes that this stone has a firm will, it will conform to Fang Can's thoughts and become the "King of Stones"!
Although the King of Stones itself has no special characteristics, it is just a different, motionless pebble in terms of material, hardness, and color.

However, thanks to Fang Can's personal selection, the quality of this pebble has been greatly improved. Compared to its peers, whose probability of transformation is extremely low, this pebble in Fang Can's hands will probably only need... 1023 trillion years to successfully transform.

Yes, the time it takes for any object to take human form, even the most extraordinary ones, is measured in trillions of years.

If time could easily transform a stone, then every stone would have existed since its birth in the martial world, and the entire martial world would have long been filled with inanimate objects that had transformed into demons.

Grasp this "gifted stone" and gently place it into the river of time.

Like ripples on water, a pebble is instantly swallowed up by the ceaseless river of time, where it will be washed away by trillions of years of time until it finally transforms into a human.

Fang Can smiled slightly and said, "Next, we just need to wait for a while, and this stone will naturally take shape. At that time, we will know whether our prediction was right or wrong."

"However, if I were to actually fight that being, I would need to break through to the sixth level before I would have any chance of winning."

While speaking, Fang Can had already divined the fortune of the Purple Diamond Sword using the method of "from bad to good".

There is no safety for at least the next few years.

So this matter isn't urgent; he has more important things to do next.

Compared to that distant being, the forensic debate tournament three days later, organized by an eighth-rank death aura and attended by eight seventh-rank individuals, is far more important. Watching the numerous seventh-rank individuals debating in the [Forensic Chat Group], Fang Can spared a sliver of his attention to join them, engaging in a heated discussion.

Almost every second, the amount of information they discussed was astronomical, enough to fill even the entire mass of the sun converted into a hard drive.

But the more seriously Fang Can took things, the more he argued from a purely logical and technical standpoint, the more he felt the difficulty of maintaining his position.

Both sides are level 7, both are absolutely rational, have similar access to information, and both possess exceptional debating skills.

Even if you try to turn black into white, you can't prove that the fabricated empire was righteous, because its crimes themselves are the best proof.

If the affirmative side only needs to cite one good deed that is fabricated, the negative side can refute it by bringing up countless bad deeds committed by the opposing side.

In an absolutely fair debate, you think you can deceive a seventh-rank expert with sophistry and rhetoric? Even an eighth-rank expert couldn't do that!

At least in Fang Can's understanding, the Eighth Turn should not have reached that level of transcending logic.

In this situation, unless the opposing side is full of idiots, Fang Can simply cannot imagine how to win a debate with pure eloquence.

"Tsk... This debate topic is practically a noose around the neck of the affirmative side."

Fang Can rubbed his temples helplessly, somewhat understanding the despair of someone who had just reached the eighth level of reincarnation.

That eighth-ranked cultivator must have sat on the affirmative side during a debate with other eighth-ranked cultivators, only to be completely crushed by the opposing side with absolute dirt on him.

'Oh well, I'll just have to rely on my luck and get the opposite hand to win.'

With this mindset, Fang Can simply gave up, because he simply couldn't prove the righteousness of the "trumped-up" empire in a pure debate.

After all, even the worst country can have some bright spots. Even a small African country like Tongliao, which is considered a mess, can still be praised for its simple and honest people.

However, in order to make the topic extreme, the entire "fabricated charges" argument was completely rotten from top to bottom, and its only purpose was to prove that it was a pile of dog shit.

Although the myriad realms were exploitative when Fang Can was in a coma, they were highly capitalist as a whole. The entire myriad realms were constantly being squeezed dry in order to push up the upper limit of civilization.

But that fabricated accusation was pure chaos, making Night City seem like paradise in comparison.

What's the point of playing this?

With this purely passive attitude, Fang Can simply stopped paying attention to the matter and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the equal rights between the myriad worlds and the new dynasty.

Under his absolute violence, comparable to the Seventh Rank, the whole world began to flourish, and the originally cramped world gradually began to transition towards stability.

Under constant governance, Fang Can's will continued to sweep across the myriad realms, but he leisurely returned to his original villa and became a recluse.

A month later, Fang Can leaned his head back on the sofa, lying on his side in utter dejection, staring at the TV program playing at normal speed.

Meanwhile, Xiaoliu, wearing a cat-eared maid outfit, said with a bitter face, "Master, it's time for lunch, meow."

Fang Can reached out and gently pinched Xiao Liu's cheek, then said, "You're blocking my view of the TV, and you're feeding me, meow."

"Yes, Master, meow!" Xiaoliu replied, placing the food she had just prepared in front of Fang Can, and scooping a spoonful of heart-shaped fried rice for him: "Ah~~~"

Fang Can gently held the spoon in her mouth and swallowed the spoonful of golden fried rice.

"Master, when can I turn back into Little Willow Meow!" Little Willow asked pitifully after Fang Can swallowed the food.

"Wait... 32 days from now." Fang Can tilted his head and said, "Adding one more day of maid service each time is your punishment."

Yes, it was these very people who, because of their lust for beauty, caused the myriad realms to become what they are today. Therefore, Fang Can plans to subject them to inhuman punishment after his return.

The punishment would probably involve serving as a personal maid for thousands of years.

Oh, while acting as a maid, Fang Can also increased the level of ostentation and repression of these people by hundreds to tens of thousands of times.

After the values ​​were increased, these people all wished they could devour Fang Can completely!

Xiaoliu subconsciously tensed her slender legs, her cat tail swaying behind her, and said with a hint of resentment in her eyes:

"Master, meow. A maid's duties include more than just cooking; she also warms the bed and relieves your stress, meow."

"Don't think about these things, little brain. It's time for punishment. As maids, you absolutely cannot cross the line."

With a wicked grin, Fang Can grabbed the swaying cat's tail, making Xiao Liu meow.

"Little Liu, you can't even handle three months? The best is yet to come!"

"No meow, Xiaoliu, no meow!" The girl's face fell, and she shook her long blue hair like a rattle drum, on the verge of tears.

Under the intense pressure of the overwhelming darkness, every minute and every second was filled with immense stress, especially having to serve Fang Can every day, which was like letting a monkey manage the peach orchard but not allowing it to eat any peaches.

These days, I use my fingers to release my pent-up emotions every night, but who understands the endless despair of suppressing those emotions!
Standing on different branches of time, Fang Can gazed at the maids in the timelines he had divided, showing no sign of backing down.

This is really going too far. If it were a stranger, they would have been beaten to death. We cannot compromise on principles, even if these people are women.

"Rules are rules, and mistakes must be punished. Everyone else gets a few years, but for you masterminds, it's not unreasonable to get thousands of times more," Fang Can joked with a smile.
"I guess I'll just have to put up with the feeling of being repressed. Anyway, I'm not repressed right now, and I'm not wearing a chastity belt."

As the timeline continues to overlap, Fang Can simultaneously enjoys the pleasure of punishing (educating) these beautiful girls, enduring the earnest service of tens of thousands of people all by himself.

Time passed second by second.

Fang Can lingered on the timeline for tens of thousands of years.

After torturing these culprits who had reached level six to nothing more than rolling their eyes and drooling, Fang Can paused the punishment game and returned to reality.

In reality, the three days are about to come to an end.

He also resolved the conflict between the myriad realms and the new dynasty, punished all the sixth-level cultivators, and it was time to prepare for the seventh-level debate competition.

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Standing still, Fang Can watched the countdown in his mind begin to slide toward zero, and his expression gradually became serious.

The moment the countdown reached zero, he vanished from the spot.

Along with him were seven other seventh-rank martial artists scattered throughout the martial arts world.

This crucial testimonial hearing has officially begun!
(End of this chapter)