Chapter 305: The Sixth Turn Secret Realm Is About to Open

Chapter 305 -302: The Sixth Turn Secret Realm Is About to Open

Jiejian Mountain, at a small villa by the lake.

A young man wearing a white, lightning-patterned mask brandished a longsword, practicing endlessly over the lake’s surface.

In his hands, the sword became a purple barrier, each swing accompanied by a howl like the wailing of ghosts and gods.

The placid water beneath his feet, which had been perfectly still, erupted into a thousand splashes the moment he stepped on it.

In an instant, the young man split into a thousand afterimages. Relying on pure swordsmanship, he used the slender tip of his blade to form a shield impenetrable to the water, blocking every single splash.

CRACK—

Following a faint shattering sound, a reef several hundred meters away was diced into fine powder in the blink of an eye, as if by a thousand cuts.

Only then did Fang Can sheathe his sword at his waist. He used his force field to smooth the surrounding lake surface, making it look as if nothing had ever happened.

This was already his third day on Jiejian Mountain. He had been keeping a low profile, wearing a mask and avoiding contact with others.

But after taking just a few steps, Fang Can felt a sense of pressure coming from his waist.

“I know, I’ll give you what I promised.”

According to his agreement with the Purple Rhombus Soft Sword, he had to infuse it with an equivalent duration of his AT field after each use.

Fang Can communicated with his Heart Image, channeling about ten minutes’ worth of his AT field’s flow into the Purple Rhombus Sword. In response, Ziling immediately sent back a feeling of satisfaction.

‘I can’t believe even swords are needy these days.’

Slightly speechless, Fang Can shook his head and waved to a young woman who had, at some point, seated herself in a corner of the villa:

“Skipping out to play again instead of listening to Elder Liu, are you? Be careful, or she’ll get angry.”

The young woman was, of course, Jiang Ning’an, the one Liu Qingmeng had said was preparing for a breakthrough.

The news of Fang Can’s arrival had reached her ears on just the second day, and she had secretly interrupted her cultivation to have a private meeting with her lover.

Dressed in a white gown, the young woman’s eyes sparkled as she gazed at the young man, her bright face breaking into a smile.

“I’m still young. Master said before that I need to build a solid foundation, so I can’t rush my breakthrough. I was too aggressive when I broke through on the Heaven-Ascending Road, and it damaged my foundation.”

“Besides, my cultivation has been more effective at night recently. That means I can take it easy during the day and build up my strength, right?”

Seeing the young woman find excuses for her laziness, Fang Can couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t expose her, simply asking, “Want to spar like yesterday?”

“No, let’s do something else today.” Ning An’s eyes shimmered. “During that livestream, you beat a Fourth Turn expert with your chess skills. Why don’t you teach me how to play?”

Fang Can had no objection to her request. He skillfully took her delicate hand and led her into the villa.

As they held hands, envious gasps echoed from the surrounding mountain forest.

They came from the female Disciples of Jiejian Mountain, who had been restless these past few days.

The two were, of course, aware of the gazes from all around, but neither showed it, nor did they care.

However, they didn’t notice that it wasn’t just the Disciples watching—at this moment, even Liu Qingmeng was secretly spying on them.

When she saw Fang Can and Ning An holding hands, she almost subconsciously appeared to order her disciple back.

But the moment the thought arose, she forcibly suppressed it, and her figure quietly vanished into the bamboo forest.

Late at night, a gentle breeze stirred, rustling through the bamboo forest with a soft, sighing sound.

A streak of dark lightning slipped silently into Fang Can’s villa. It then transformed into a human figure, who stared indifferently at the young man before her.

The young man had removed his white mask, and the Purple Rhombus at his waist had been set aside.

Just as she had expected, Fang Can was once again cultivating diligently within his sea of consciousness tonight.

And based on the memories Xiaoliu had sent back, Fang Can would be completely unaware during this period, impossible to wake no matter what.

An unconscious Fang Can lay before her, completely at her mercy, to be humiliated as she pleased.

Staring indifferently at the young man’s even breathing, a dark look flickered in Liu Qingmeng’s eyes. She then gently took his right arm.

This was the same spot Ning An had held this morning.

“Main body, main body, stop spacing out! Hurry up and give me control! At least let me touch him!”

Inside Liu Qingmeng’s mind, her delusion was nearly fainting from excitement as it urged her on relentlessly.

“Shut up. And remember, don’t cross the line,” Liu Qingmeng said coldly in her mind. She then relinquished control of her consciousness, indifferently watching her own body move from a third-person perspective.

The instant the delusion took control, it lifted a corner of the blanket and slipped silently under the covers.

Enveloped by Fang Can’s warm presence, the delusion let out a sigh of satisfaction and then lay down on the young man’s chest.

‘So this is what it feels like to be an incarnation?’

Liu Qingmeng had only given up control, not her five senses. She could feel every move the delusion made with her body, as well as the warmth under the covers.

Although Xiaoliu had done the same thing and transmitted the memories back without reservation, experiencing it herself was a completely different state of mind.

As she watched her fingers intertwine with the young man’s, feeling their smooth softness, a voice suddenly rang out in her mind: “We agreed you wouldn’t cross the line!”

The delusion felt the body stiffen, and the lips that were about to touch his suddenly felt impossibly far away.

“But… Xiaoliu already kissed him, and Ning An might kiss him tomorrow!”

The delusion’s aggrieved voice entered Liu Qingmeng’s mind. “I can let Xiaoliu go, but are you saying I’m not even as good as that child, Ning An?”

“You…” Liu Qingmeng hesitated.

‘That’s right, I can’t be worse off than Ning An, can I?’

“Aren’t you trying to cultivate the Emotionless Dao? Aren’t you trying to transcend me? Just think of it as letting Fang Can have a little nibble. What are you so worried about?” 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

“It’s easy to transcend me. My only obsession is being close to Fang Can. Just let me get close to him for a few more days, and I’ll naturally dissipate.”

“Don’t you want to reach the Fifth Turn? If you don’t get rid of this delusion, your two minds will be in conflict. How will you ever break through? Resolving this obsession as soon as possible is the correct path.”

“And you’re not just doing this for yourself. You also have the heavy responsibility of improving Ning An’s cultivation aptitude. After you and Fang Can go to the secret realm, Jiejian Mountain will naturally need a Fourth Turn expert to take charge.”

“For both public and private reasons, you have to kiss Fang Can’s lips, whether you want to or not.”

“Hmph. Sophistry,” Liu Qingmeng said coldly, sighing internally at this ill-fated connection.

The next moment, the delusion felt the body relax, and it immediately leaned down, ecstatic.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ning’an was having a great time.

Thanks to her Master’s “efforts,” Jiang Ning’an found that her cultivation efficiency at night had skyrocketed.

‘This Cultivation Technique has really been acting according to my will lately.’

Ning An thought with satisfaction, ‘It knows I want to hang out with Fang Can during the day, so it doesn’t bother me then. It waits until it’s late and quiet at night to increase my cultivation efficiency.’

‘Master said it would take three to five years. At this rate, as long as I work hard, I’ll be able to reach the Fourth Turn in less than a month.’

At this moment, the young woman was still unaware that all of fate’s gifts come with a price.

All Jiang Ning’an had to do was cultivate. Her Master, on the other hand, was paying a much greater price.

The next few days flew by. Jiang Ning’an hadn’t yet “greened” her way to the Fourth Turn, but the Sixth Turn secret realm had opened first.