Chapter 311 - 308: Fang Can’s Descent into Demonhood? The Sixth Turn Soul

Chapter 311: Chapter 308: Fang Can’s Descent into Demonhood? The Sixth Turn Soul

In an inverted, dome-shaped space, countless dark-gold chains descended from the void, their ends coiling around an ancient coffin of white jade.

Fang Can had arrived here after entering a transportation formation. His cultivation was suppressed to a level almost equivalent to a Transcendent Body.

His gaze swept across the surroundings. The floor was not white jade, but an unknown, liquid substance.

Every step he took sent ripples across the surface, reflecting an inverted projection of a starry sky from above.

’Where is everyone else?’

Fang Can subconsciously drew the Ziling from his waist, his expression filled with vigilance. Suddenly, a voice like the chiming of silver bells reached his ears.

"There’s no one else in this space. It’s just the two of us."

A chilling light glinted off the ancient jade coffin. Seated on its edge was a woman clad in shimmering silk gauze. Her long legs were crossed and dangling, her toes gently tapping the liquid surface and sending out concentric ripples.

In Fang Can’s eyes, the woman’s hair was like a river of stars soaked in the night. Her wide-sleeved, black-and-gold dress billowed without a breeze, exuding a soul-stirring beauty.

"A Sixth Turn soul?" Fang Can stated with certainty.

The young woman’s body was currently glowing faintly, giving her an unreal quality, like looking at a flower through mist.

"More or less. I’ve been dead for over ten thousand years. To think that the nations of today can’t even produce a single Fifth Turn expert."

The woman let out a long sigh. "I am truly disappointed."

"However... you have managed to impress me."

The woman raised her eyes, her burning gaze fixed on the young man. "For instance, your luck that turns disaster into fortune, and the immortality granted by your superpower."

"Originally, there were three more trials to test my successor, but with your abilities, it doesn’t matter whether you take them or not. You’d pass them with ease."

Having his secrets suddenly exposed by a stranger, Fang Can’s heart skipped a beat. He then said coolly, "You’ve seen my memories?"

"Of course. Even the Fourth Turn legacy skill ’Nimble Fingers’ can extract memories, to say nothing of a Sixth Turn like myself."

"You haven’t hidden these two abilities at all—or rather, you disdain to hide them. And since you are so pathetically weak, you have no secrets from those in higher Realms."

"Every time you encounter danger, your luck surges more violently than boiling water. It’s hard not to notice."

The woman smiled sweetly, gently swinging her jade-like feet. "And then there’s that diary in your sea of consciousness... Tsk, tsk. So much repression is actually harmful to your cultivation."

Her gaze fell on the young man’s perpetually calm face. The woman shook her head to herself and then asked, "Have you still not noticed the problem?"

"What problem?"

"Have you felt your cultivation speed getting slower and slower recently?"

"Not at all. My power increased tenfold just a few days ago. That’s pretty fast, isn’t it?" Fang Can answered honestly.

Besides, she could read his memories, so he had absolutely no secrets from her anyway.

Rendered speechless for a moment by Fang Can’s humblebrag, the woman then said:

"I’m talking about your normal cultivation speed. Haven’t you noticed that as your innate talent has improved, the feedback you get from cultivating hasn’t improved along with it?"

Fang Can: "..."

"Do you remember what the abbot and elders of the Brahma Sound Temple said not long ago?"

The woman’s vermilion lips parted. "You have completely stepped onto the Demon Dao."

’I’m on the Demon Dao???’

Fang Can’s brows furrowed tightly as he retorted, "Are you kidding me? I’d say my moral character is above average among all the martial nations. How could I be on the Demon Dao?"

"Who said only those who do evil are demons?"

The woman let out a soft laugh. Tapping her toes on the ground, she instantly appeared before Fang Can and plunged a slender, jade-like arm directly into his body.

Although Fang Can felt no pain, he still instinctively tried to resist, only to find his body completely immobilized.

In the next moment, he felt that the hand hadn’t pierced his flesh, but his very soul and spirit.

Inside Fang Can’s sea of consciousness, the arm materialized from thin air and seized the golden chain made of words.

To Fang Can’s astonishment, he watched as the Sixth Turn’s arm yanked on the golden chain, forcibly pulling a section of it out of his body.

"See this?"

The Sixth Turn’s tone was indifferent as she held the suddenly taut chain. Both ends of the chain were still connected inside Fang Can, and inscribed upon it was his diary.

[First Turn, Day 41: Thanks for the invite. I’m at the Pure Heart Sect. This Sect is a little too hospitable.]

[For those three days, my consciousness was completely submerged. I clearly remember Yan Chqing’s oral gymnastics, Xingxi—ten thousand words omitted—Fang Can, oh Fang Can, this is so wrong. Cast aside these wicked desires.]

...

"This is the proof of your Demon Dao! You’re just too damn indecisive! What exactly are you running from?"

The woman’s cold fingertips lifted the young man’s chin, and she gently removed the white mask from Fang Can’s face.

Two equally, breathtakingly beautiful faces stared at each other. In her eyes, Fang Can thought he could see entire galaxies swirling!

"It’s like a sheep that doesn’t eat grass, or a tiger that doesn’t eat meat."

"The more you suppress your own nature, the greater the negative impact on your Martial Dao cultivation."

Fang Can’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Finding he could speak again, he said, "The Martial Dao is the art of sacrifice, so..."

"That’s for ordinary people! You have fortune from misfortune and unyielding resilience! Even a Ninth Turn couldn’t kill you, so what on earth are you afraid of? Answer me!"

In the next instant, the woman dragged Fang Can back to the ancient coffin and sat down, looking down at him as she said:

"Haven’t you noticed how you’ve become more and more conventional since the Heaven-Ascending Road? Where’s your idealism? Your self-will?"

"You clearly possess extraordinary emotions and desires—lust, gluttony, bloodlust, even malice are all a part of you. Yet you choose to punish evil and promote good. What the hell are you playing at?"

"You have unprecedented talent. Is there anything you want that you can’t achieve?"

"These golden threads, your morality—they are constantly limiting your power’s growth, just like how Elder Yao absorbed Xiao Yan’s power."

"Think about your actions recently. Have you ever proactively fought to gain something for yourself? I see no ambition, no desire!"

"Forcing a tiger to eat grass—how is that not the Demon Dao?" the woman said coldly.

"Those two monks only saw that your heart and actions were at odds. They had no idea that you’ve been suppressed by so-called conventional moral education."

"But human nature cannot be suppressed. You were born a demon. The more you repress it, the greater the backlash will be when you finally erupt."

The woman sneered. "Perhaps my very appearance was arranged by your [Fortune from Misfortune] ability."

"To have me guide this so-called lost lamb."

"So you’re saying I should stop repressing myself and unleash my thoughts?" Fang Can said calmly.

"Heh, it’s that calmness of yours. You’re as numb and cold as a stone."

Looking at Fang Can’s composed demeanor, the Sixth Turn mocked, "I’ve seen many geniuses blessed with great fortune. Every one of them was unbearably arrogant. But you’re the first I’ve ever seen who pretends to be civilized."