Chapter 300: The Entire Suxin Zhai Relocates

Chapter 300 -297: The Entire Suxin Zhai Relocates

Late at night, the entire Capital City was silent.

Players normally only gained one experience point for every hour of cultivation. But this method gave her one point every minute.

If she had been doing it for her own selfish reasons before, now she felt she had no choice but to continue.

Because only after breaking through to the First Turn was the cruel side of this game revealed to players.

Before, you could get 10 experience points just for killing one ordinary NPC. In theory, as long as you killed enough, reaching the Seventh or Eighth Turn should have been easy.

But after actually breaking through to the First Turn, she discovered that wasn’t the case at all.

It was like those mobile game ads that boast about hitting level 999 in a single strike. The developers never tell you that level 999 is just the beginning, and that the numbers for every subsequent level would inflate to an unimaginable degree.

After the First Turn, all experience gained from killing low-level monsters, including what was in her existing experience bar, was reduced by a factor of ten thousand.

Then, for each subsequent Turn, the experience from killing monsters would be reduced by another hundredfold, until the gains from killing monsters dropped to zero after the Fifth Turn.

In other words, it took at least 5,000 lives to get from a mortal to the First Turn, but going from the First Turn to the Second Turn just by killing monsters would require one billion lives?

Not even hyperinflation was this fast!

Feng Qiaoyan looked at the experience required to get from 0% of the First Turn to the Second Turn: 100,000 points.

Besides the nerfed monster-killing experience, meditating for one hour only yielded one point. If she cultivated non-stop, it would take ten years to reliably reach the Second Turn.

But if she kept “deducting” from Fang Can, it seemed she could reach the Second Turn within 100 days.

She could reach the Second Turn in 100 days just by doing this? ‘If I were to really go all out… I can’t even imagine how fast I’d improve.’

She glanced down at the middle of the quilt, then shook her head vigorously. ‘No, no… I’ve already been at this for too long. It’ll be a disaster if he wakes up.’

Forcibly suppressing the urge for another round, the young woman quietly slipped out of the bedroom, pulling the door closed behind her.

…

The next morning… Fang Can awoke from a deep sleep.

A night of cultivation had slightly improved his attributes, and he felt refreshed and clear-headed.

Stepping out of his room, he stretched his body in the morning sun and couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh.

‘This is the life. An orderly routine really is what suits me best. It’s been less than half a year, and so much has happened… I’ve slept with more women than the number of days I’ve actually cultivated. I’ve had enough!’

Satisfied with his current leisurely life, Fang Can greeted a somewhat bashful Feng Qiaoyan before slowly strolling toward the imperial palace.

But as soon as he entered the court, he noticed that the atmosphere today was a bit strange.

The surrounding ministers were all looking at him oddly, as if they were holding back something they were too embarrassed to say.

“What’s wrong? Why is everyone staring at me like that? If you have something to say, just say it.”

As he spoke, Fang Can walked over to Jiang Qilan’s side. Next to the throne where she sat, a Grandmaster’s Chair had been placed.

After settling into the seat, Fang Can looked at the crowd and asked, “It’s been many days. Have the reparations from the various factions arrived?”

Jiang Qilan replied strangely, “Yes, just last night… the reparations from Suxin Pavilion were delivered.”

“Suxin Pavilion?”

Hearing the name of this faction, Fang Can’s expression turned a little odd.

“Yes. Besides the original reparations, there was… also a bonus gift.”

Jiang Qilan seemed to find it difficult to say. “Yesterday, Suxin Pavilion announced they were opening a branch in the Dayan Capital. Their Core Disciples and an elder then arrived overnight to select a location.”

“The location they chose is right next door to your Fang Mansion, Brother Fang.”

“Elder Xingxi of Suxin Pavilion said the compensation is inside the new branch. If you’re willing, Brother Fang, you can just come and get it.”

‘Well, I’ll be…’ Fang Can thought, seeing right through Suxin Pavilion’s intentions.

He just wanted to get his hands on Suxin Pavilion’s reparations, but these people were after his principal!

If he went over there, would he ever get out again?

“Also… the matter of a marriage alliance,” Jiang Qilan added.

“A marriage alliance? With whom?” Fang Can looked up, confused.

“An alliance with Great Chu. They said they can’t offer reparations, but they can offer a dowry. If you agree to marry Xiang Ziyu and become the Prince Consort of Great Chu, then everything on the original list will be given as her dowry.”

“And… the other sects have all expressed similar intentions.” Jiang Qilan glanced up furtively at Fang Can, wondering how he would respond.

If it weren’t for the unwritten rule of the Martial World that a female emperor cannot practice martial arts, she would have proposed a marriage alliance herself.

Meanwhile, Fang Can looked completely exasperated.

Listening to the marriage proposals sent by the various sects, he didn’t know how to react.

If he agreed, he could get his hands on all these reparations immediately. The only catch was that he’d have to lower himself to be a gigolo for these superpowered women.

‘Were the international relations of the entire Martial World really dependent on my dick? A world like this might as well be destroyed.’

“Rejected!”

Fang Can said without hesitation:

“Reparations are reparations. What’s this nonsense about a dowry? If word got out, people would think I lost and they’re giving us charity. Tell them immediately: they have one month to cough up everything they owe, not a single coin less. Otherwise, we’ll fight another war.”

As he spoke, Fang Can seemed to sense something. He glanced outside the main hall, then composed his expression and said:

“For now, just do as I said before. Don’t budge an inch on the reparations. I have something to attend to, so I’ll be taking my leave.”

With that, he left the entire royal court behind. In a single step, he vanished from the hall, crossing dozens of miles in just a few breaths and reappearing outside the city in an instant.

‘Elder Liu?’ Fang Can thought, looking at the blue-haired figure with her back to him. His heart was calm.

Or rather, after his recent success in practicing abstinence, it was hard for him to be stirred by anyone. He was in a state of desirelessness.

Liu Qingmeng turned around, her expression complex as she looked at the young man. She slowly began, “Ning An is about to break through to the Fourth Turn. What did you do?”

Fang Can was confused. He then heard Liu Qingmeng slowly explain, “A few days ago, for about the time it takes half an incense stick to burn, Ning An’s cultivation of Lush Greenery was exceptionally effective.”

At these words, Fang Can’s expression became a little awkward. He said, “I haven’t figured out the reason for it myself. I can only attribute it to coincidence.”

“But you didn’t come all this way just to tell me that, did you, Elder Liu?”