Chapter 297 - 294: Ten Million

With his last shred of sanity, Fang Can chose to cultivate. He submerged his entire being into his sea of consciousness to train, which would completely block out all external sensations.

By the time he came to his senses again, his consciousness had already sunk deep into his sea of consciousness, blocking out all signals from the outside world.

But within his sea of consciousness, he was shocked to find that it had transformed into a fiery ocean. At its center, the once-calm sun was now spewing out torrents of fire, as if it wanted to annihilate this entire dimension.

As the sun pulsed, the golden chains outside accelerated their absorption of the fiery energy. They used ninety percent of it for reinforcement, but the remaining ten percent was still a terrifyingly immense amount.

'What is going on?'

Fang Can's consciousness-form watched as the roiling, surging firelight swept outward like a nuclear explosion, kicking up wave after wave of flame.

This was simply a massive boon, because the more tumultuous his mental state, the faster his cultivation speed.

At this moment, the waves of fire transformed into spiritual energy and tried to bore into the walls of his spiritual world.

Looking at his mind, which had all but turned into a living hell, Fang Can willed himself to begin refining this overflowing spiritual energy.

With incredible ease, the countless emotions materialized and began to strengthen Fang Can's physical flesh and blood, bit by bit.

His cultivation speed at this moment was easily thousands, even tens of thousands of times faster than normal.

'Wait... tens of thousands of times faster?'

Standing in the world of flame within his consciousness, Fang Can's expression flickered. For some reason, the thought of Dual Cultivation came to mind!

That's right. Dual Cultivation wasn't a one-way street of harvesting energy. Not only could Fang Can provide cultivation to others, but they could also nurture him in return.

Fang Can's cultivation speed was as if he'd hit the accelerator, increasing at an unprecedented rate.

The moment he realized this, Fang Can seized the rare opportunity and threw himself completely into cultivation mode, refining the surging emotions bit by bit.

Time flies when one is cultivating. By the time Fang Can came to his senses, the frenzied great sun had settled down once more, just as it always was.

'It should be fine now.' Fang Can observed his placid mind and withdrew from his sea of consciousness.

Outside, the sky was unchanged, and he found himself drenched in sweat, holding Feng Qiaoyan in his arms.

'What in the world just happened?'

Fang Can subconsciously clutched his head, unable to understand how a simple inheritance ceremony made him feel like he'd been run over by a million big butts.

Seeing that the young woman was still "offline," Fang Can, now able to move, prepared to lift her off him.

Fang Can sighed, not knowing how to express his exasperation.

'Thank goodness I hid in my sea of consciousness. Otherwise, if I had fully received those nine million portions of consciousness and energy, my fate would have probably been even worse than Yan Chqing's.'

Fang Can never would have imagined that the boomerang from the "AT field" would one day hit him right in the head. He'd almost gone full ahegao.

At the same time, as Fang Can disconnected the field, Feng Qiaoyan finally regained the strength to move.

She struggled to "log back into the game" and immediately said, "Senior, I'm so sorry! I didn't know changing classes would cause something like that to happen."

Fang Can, who had changed into a fresh set of clothes, waved his hand dismissively.

As he waved his hand, he could clearly feel that his physique had strengthened by more than ten times during that short period of cultivation.

He clenched his well-defined fist, feeling the power surging wildly within his body.

If Fang Can's strength had been at the peak of the Second Turn before...

...then after those few minutes of frenzied experience, his normal state was now anchored at the level of an average Third Turn.

And if he activated his Forbidden Word Skill, he could probably take on most Third Turn-level opponents.

It was hard to imagine that Fang Can had only broken through to the First Turn Realm less than a month ago.

'But it's still not nearly enough...' Fang Can thought, still unsatisfied.

He had only reached the level of a stronger-than-average Third Turn. The Fourth Turn was still a distant, unattainable goal.

The gap between the Third Turn and Fourth Turn was measured in hundreds or thousands of times.

A peak Third Turn's all-out attack could only shatter a hundred-meter-long street, while a Fourth Turn-level expert could annihilate an entire city at a whim.

The difference in numbers alone was enough to make one despair.

Not to mention that every Fourth Turn expert had their own unique skills and hidden killing moves!

'So far away.' Fang Can reined in his thoughts and looked at the apologetic young woman beside him, asking curiously, "Was your class change successful?"

"Yes, Senior..." A blush crept onto Feng Qiaoyan's face, and her gaze drifted away.

After what had just happened, the embarrassing incident made it hard for her to face the young man.

"Can you tell me what effects you gained after changing your class?"

"Of course." The young woman focused her attention on her log and said:

"After the class change, my normal base stats increased by 10 times. For the next hundred days, all my attributes will increase by another 10 times. At the same time, I'll gain an extra 10 tons of strength every day. I received the [Forbidden Word Skill] inheritance, and also a First Turn skill called [Unyielding] and one called [AT Field]... But all these skills cost a massive amount of experience to learn."

The more she spoke, the more astonished she sounded. 'Is this still the First Turn?'

"[Unyielding]?" Fang Can asked, a little surprised.