Chapter 284 - 281: World-Shocking Idiot

Chapter 284: Chapter 281: World-Shocking Idiot

One cannot attain greatness without a touch of madness!

The so-called Martial Dao of the mind! It is meant to be radical!

It is meant to be taken to the extreme!

If you’re a mediocre mortal without a single trait that sets you apart, what right do you have to practice martial arts!

If your mind is normal, if your understanding of the world is the same as everyone else’s, then what makes you think you can succeed?!

A genius is, by definition, different.

On the very first day Fang Can began his training, Instructor Yang Lie told him:

"The Dao can be sought in all things—walking, sitting, lying down, or sleeping. Whether your drive is persistence, the pursuit of glory, love, eternal life, lust, sloth, or greed... so long as you pursue one path without ever losing heart, the road of the Martial Dao will open wide before you."

The most important part of that statement was "without ever losing heart"!

As long as you follow a single path to its absolute end, even a negative trait can pave a grand path to success!

After all, everything is a double-edged sword.

Use Fang Yuan’s persistence to chase after a manipulative girl, and you’re just a top-tier simp with love on the brain.

From another perspective, recklessness could be called being swift and decisive.

Even laziness can be turned into a virtue!

Stupidity! Could it not also be called "innocence of a saint," or "purity of a single thought"?

And in the martial world, there exists the Sacred Heart lineage, independent of the five great nations. Their sole criterion for selecting a Holy Son...

...is to find a peerless simpleton of world-shaking stupidity!

And "Yun" was the fifth-generation Holy Son of the Sacred Heart lineage!

Or, to put it another way, he was the latest model, the product of five generations of updates and iterations from the Sacred Heart lineage!

...

"May the great super-powered masters be immortal!"

"Men at their birth are naturally good. Their natures are similar; their habits become distinct!"

"One plus one equals two, two plus two equals four, four plus four equals eight, eight plus..."

"A, B, C, D, E, F..."

"Under the big bridge, a flock of ducks swims by, come on, come on..."

"I’m Peppa Pig, this is my little brother George, this is my Mommy..."

Outside the ruins of Guiyun Peak, Fang Can’s Heart Image unleashed a deluge of preschool knowledge, madly surging toward the consciousness of the golden-haired boy.

It started with the first complete sentence his parents taught him as a baby: "May the great super-powered masters be immortal!"

Then came the nursery rhymes, basic math, and English from his kindergarten days.

With the thinking and processing power of a Fourth Turn, even an infant with no prior concepts could have rapidly learned, understood, and applied this knowledge.

But facing Fang Can’s Heart Image, Yun’s expression remained vacant, like that of a clueless infant.

"It’s useless, useless, useless!"

Seeing Fang Can’s Heart Image envelop the golden-haired boy, the old Third Turn Martial Artist in the distance shook his head and laughed.

"A problem you could think of in an instant—how could our Sacred Heart lineage not have considered it after a thousand years of study?!"

"After summarizing countless principles and mistakes from the first four generations of Holy Sons, Yun is the absolute pinnacle—a perfect and invincible being!"

"The second-generation Holy Son was defeated by a Heart Image, so from the third generation onward, every Holy Son has been equipped with a dual-layered consciousness."

Hearing the old Third Turn’s explanation, Fang Can abandoned the thought of immediately killing the garrulous old man.

’The old man seems incredibly confident, completely unconcerned about leaking information. Keeping this walking exposition machine alive might yield more intel.’

Fang Can looked at the perpetually dazed boy and took the initiative to ask, "A dual-layered consciousness? Is it like Xiang Longtao’s dual souls before he reached the First Turn?"

The old Third Turn Martial Artist explained, "It’s not dual souls, but a division between the subconscious and conscious mind!"

"Ever since the first-generation Holy Son, our sect has faced a persistent dilemma: what to do with the excess cognitive capacity that comes with the Fourth Turn."

"The wisest man, after a thousand deliberations, is bound to make one mistake. The greatest fool, after a thousand deliberations, is bound to have one success."

"Even the purest individual, if they think long enough and hard enough, will eventually deduce the way the world works and shatter the reality we’ve constructed for them!"

"With the first-generation Holy Son, we sealed most of his cognitive functions, making his thought process even slower than that of an ordinary person!"

"But we soon discovered that suppressing the mind of a Third Turn was the absolute limit of our power."

"If the Holy Son were to advance to the Fourth Turn, his thoughts would become a torrential river that we could not possibly dam."

The old man spoke as if he had been holding this in for centuries, now seizing the chance to proudly announce their research findings to the world!

"For the second-generation Holy Son, we learned from our previous mistakes."

"We learned it is better to channel than to suppress. Instead of repressing the Holy Son’s consciousness, we created a single body with dual souls."

"We allocated most of the cognitive power to one soul, allowing the other to retain the simple mind and childlike innocence of a mortal."

"At the same time, the Sacred Heart lineage created a new language, which we called the Hidden Tongue!"

"This language has no words that correspond to concepts like ’pain,’ ’suffering,’ ’failure,’ or ’loss’ found in the common tongues of the nations."

"This ensures that your words would be utterly incomprehensible to the Holy Son’s mortal soul."

"However, after the second-generation Holy Son entered the world, he too was quickly defeated."

"This was because Heart Images, and even what Baixiaosheng now calls ’Celestial Resonance,’ can bypass verbal comprehension and achieve direct telepathic understanding."

"Through the transmission of a Heart Image, despite having no words for it, the Holy Son’s mortal soul understood the concept of pain and immediately broke down."

"Finally, through our tireless persistence, we solved the problem of the Heart Image with the third-generation Holy Son."

The old man’s eyes shone with pride and accomplishment.

And as he spoke with such pride, everyone watching grew curious, wanting to know just how they had solved this problem.

"After many years of studying the human mind, our Sacred Heart lineage discovered that human consciousness can be divided into two main categories: the perceptible and the imperceptible."

"The part that can be perceived, we named the ’conscious mind.’"

"The part that cannot be perceived, we called the ’subconscious mind.’"

"Information transfers like Heart Images, things that can only be intuited and not spoken, must first pass through the deep subconscious before being converted into conscious thoughts that the brain can understand."

"Therefore, we abandoned the dual-soul structure. In the mind of the third-generation Holy Son, we built a dual-layered consciousness network."

"We dedicated the majority of the Holy Son’s cognitive power to reinforcing the subconscious’s ability to screen and filter, building an absolute fortress wall to block Heart Images."

"Any Heart Image attempting to enter the Holy Son’s brain must first be screened by his subconscious, then translated into the Hidden Tongue before being passed to his conscious mind."

"Therefore, with your so-called Heart Image, or even Baixiaosheng’s telepathy, the Holy Son’s conscious mind is completely incapable of understanding any of it!"

The old man’s face was a mask of immense pride, prompting an involuntary retort in Fang Can’s mind:

’So it’s a Martial Dao version of a mental firewall and a signal translator.’

’I gotta say, for you guys to have figured this out... you’re pretty damn amazing.’

Speechless, Fang Can controlled Ji Donglai’s body, teleporting backward before instantly reappearing behind Super Dominator, striking out with his arm.

RUMBLE!

In that same instant, Xiang Hongtu’s figure appeared like a phantom, intercepting the blow.

Seeing the calm expression—Fang Can’s expression—on Ji Donglai’s face, a cold sneer graced Xiang Hongtu’s captivating features.

"Within my domain, your so-called teleportation is no faster than I am."

Super Dominator turned to look at the two before him, his eyes wide with lingering fear.

Compared to other Martial Artists with their unique abilities, his own were just a matter of slightly superior stats—and they weren’t nearly superior enough to reach the level of a Fifth Turn.

He knew with chilling certainty that in this battle, his Fourth Turn strength made him little more than a puppet.

With this thought, Super Dominator said gratefully, "Thank you for your help, Emperor Chu. Please..."

"Who said I was saving you? You’ve outlived your usefulness!" Xiang Hongtu’s ice-cold thought echoed via his Heart Image.

A flicker of stifled rage appeared in Giant Mountain Super Power Dominator’s eyes, swiftly followed by a terrifying premonition of death that bloomed in his heart.

Reverse Flow of Avidya!

Instantly, within a ten-kilometer radius, the very air was sucked away by a terrifying Powerful Qi.

Wave after wave of power erupted, surging like a tsunami. Each wave was strong enough to shatter mountains, and now, their successive explosions were like a world-ending deluge.

Super Dominator’s face was a mask of disbelief, because this sudden, surging Powerful Qi wasn’t aimed at the super-powered fighter.

As he met Xiang Hongtu’s icy gaze, Super Dominator’s enormous body—BOOM!—exploded without warning, disintegrating into pure energy, leaving not a single trace of life behind.

And with that, the first Fourth Turn Martial Artist fell in this battle.

For a moment, everyone watching the livestream was stunned, unable to comprehend why Xiang Hongtu had suddenly attacked his own ally.

"Emperor Chu, what are you doing?! Are you in your right mind?"

In the distance, Yi Tianxing cried out in shock and suspicion, wondering if Xiang Hongtu had been brainwashed by Fang Can’s side.

Even Fang Can was confused. Why were the enemies fighting amongst themselves?

Meeting the shocked and suspicious gaze in Ji Donglai’s eyes, Xiang Hongtu’s voice was chilling.

"He only had one minute left on his transformation. He was useless to the battle, and him being alive was just a hindrance. Since he was going to die soon anyway, I just thought I’d help him along."

With that, his cold gaze fell upon Yi Donglai. "Old man, what are you gawking at? I’m ordering you to win your match right now. Otherwise, don’t even think about leaving here alive."

’Has this guy gone insane?’ The thought rose unbidden in Fang Can’s mind.

But in the next instant, Xiang Hongtu had already flashed before him. He brandished Chixiao with his right fist, and the punch carried the weight of the entire atmosphere from ten kilometers around as it howled toward him.

BOOM—

A silent thunderclap exploded the moment their fists met. The two hundred billion units of strength Ji Donglai had amassed surged forth, filling his body with an incomparably supreme and torrential power.

But when this terrifying fist slammed into Chixiao, it was like striking indestructible vibranium. All the kinetic energy was absorbed, with none of it leaking out.

Xiang Hongtu, on the other hand, used his Reverse Flow of Avidya to once again plaster countless "deposit" figures all over Ji Donglai’s body.

And then, before the shocked eyes of countless viewers in the livestream.

The initial, suppressed phase of light probing and information gathering was over.

Just as Fang Can had seen through the abilities of all the Fourth Turn legacies, the Fourth Turn Martial Artists had more or less figured out the super-powered fighters’ tricks.

And with that, a Fourth Turn battle with no more need for restraint officially erupted into white-hot, furious combat.