Chapter 321 - 318: Fang Can’s Arrogance

Chapter 321: Chapter 318: Fang Can’s Arrogance

Late at night, Fang Can sat cross-legged on the soft couch.

As his emotions were drained away, he became like a senseless wooden puppet.

Sensing the Bead of Arrogance that had condensed within him in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Fang Can felt it was far from enough.

The more he invested now, the stronger he would become later.

In the next moment, within Fang Can’s sea of consciousness, the golden chain danced wildly like a spirit serpent.

For the past three-plus months since Fang Can’s First Turn, he had been writing in his diary every single day.

Even when he was with Liu Qingmeng in the ice chamber, his pen never rested. He recorded every single detail that could stir his emotions, including all the new activities and positions the two of them unlocked.

It could be said that this golden chain, forged from his diary, was the sum total of Fang Can’s emotions over the last three-plus months.

Ying Han had once said the diary’s existence limited his cultivation, and she was absolutely right.

In order to suppress his ever-growing evil thoughts, only a tenth of his power was applied to his physical body; the rest was stored in this golden chain.

This chain contained all of Fang Can’s wickedness.

Once it was released!

If he were to give in to his wicked thoughts, his power would multiply more than tenfold in an instant.

But Fang Can didn’t do that. Instead, he chose to sacrifice the golden chain entirely!

The most basic Bead of Arrogance required one hundred years of a First Turn cultivator’s thoughts to form.

Fang Can’s power surpassed the peak of the Third Turn, and his mind was dozens of times more active than an ordinary person’s. Thus, the time it took for one incense stick to burn was equivalent to a hundred years of a First Turn cultivator’s progress.

And the emotional power within this golden chain was equivalent to nine times the sum of his emotions over the past three-plus months!

The next moment, the golden chain in Fang Can’s sea of consciousness completely shattered.

From within the cloud of golden fragments, black flames were revealed.

Those flames then transformed into pure emotional light, and a sea of emotional energy condensed within Fang Can’s sea of consciousness, forming a nine-patterned, pitch-black Buddhist Bead—named Arrogance!

The moment the Buddhist Bead finished forming, it immediately dissolved and merged into every part of Fang Can’s body.

By the time he came to his senses, he could no longer find any trace of the Buddhist Bead.

’What’s going on?’

Fang Can’s eyes snapped open. He scanned his surroundings but found nothing out of the ordinary. Instead, his entire body felt unusually light, as if an immense weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

And that was indeed the case.

Without the shackles of the golden chain, his restless mind was now free to wander as it pleased. Of course he felt lighter.

In the days to come, the effects of Arrogance would begin to manifest in him, subtly and imperceptibly.

Furthermore, his unsuppressed negative emotions would make him more like a regular person with human passions and desires... a Homelander?

’Whatever!’ Fang Can waved a hand dismissively, his eyes filled with indifference.

"It’s just an Eighth Turn Cultivation Technique. It’s not like it’s going to kill me."

With that thought, he calmly sat cross-legged again, closed his eyes, and began his breathing exercises to cultivate.

As soon as he began, he discovered that without the golden chain siphoning off his power, his cultivation efficiency was nine or ten times greater than before. It was a night-and-day difference.

This discovery naturally motivated Fang Can even more, and he spent the entire night immersed in cultivation within his sea of consciousness.

The night passed. When daylight broke, Fang Can withdrew from his sea of consciousness, stood up, and stretched lazily.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—

After the knocking, Ji Xinyu’s respectful voice came from outside the door. "Elder Fang, the kitchen has prepared breakfast. Would you care to join us?"

"Yes, I’ll be there in a moment," Fang Can said casually. He reached for the wooden mask beside him to put it on, but then his brow furrowed.

’Why should I wear a mask? On what grounds do I have to wear a mask?’

’My appearance is clearly perfect. My musculature, bone structure, facial features, skin—they’re all at the pinnacle of humanity. It’s as if the heavens themselves crafted me using the template for a perfect human.’

Fang Can mused, ’It’s only natural for people to fall in love with me upon seeing my face. Why should I hide my features like some rat that can’t bear the light of day?’

’Upon seeing my godlike visage, it is those mortals who should feel inferior!’

’That’s right! What the hell am I afraid of? That too many people will fall for me?’

’What’s so bad about having more people like me? Liking me doesn’t mean they can fuck me.’

’They’re the ones who should be afraid! What do I have to fear?’

’Fuck it, I’m not wearing it!’

With that thought, Fang Can grabbed the mask and put it away.

He ran a hand through his silver hair a couple of times, deliberately giving it a dashing, sunny style before heading outside.

CREAK—

As the door opened, Fang Can looked at the young woman at the entrance in confusion. "What are you doing just standing there? Go get some breakfast."

Ji Xinyu didn’t reply, instead staring blankly at Fang Can’s face, stunned for a second or two.

Ever since Fang Can had put on the mask yesterday, he had shown it to everyone. She had been lamenting that she would never again be able to gaze upon such peerless beauty.

Seeing the young man now, his silver hair seeming to glitter as it floated on the breeze, her breath caught in her throat. After a moment, she assumed he had simply forgotten his mask and subconsciously reminded him, "Elder Fang, you haven’t put on your mask yet."

"What’s the point in wearing it?" Fang Can said dismissively, placing a hand on the young woman’s shoulder and nudging her in the direction of the dining hall.

"Come on, let’s go eat. You’re such a ditz."

’Elder Fang... is willing to touch me...’ Ji Xinyu’s heart pounded in her chest.

In this Female Venerate World, the rules of propriety between men and women were extremely strict. For a man to take the initiative to touch a woman was equivalent to a subtle expression of interest.

Fang Can’s action subconsciously led the young woman to a misjudgment. ’Could it be that Elder Fang... likes me too?’

The answer was... he didn’t care!

The old Fang Can, with his sensitive disposition, would have subconsciously shied away from physical contact with the opposite sex.

He would have been worried that such a casual action might cause her imagination to run wild.

Giving her the wrong idea by accident would have been terrible, as it could affect her entire life.

But the man he was now couldn’t care less about any of that.

So what if her imagination ran wild? He’d do whatever he damn well pleased!

He now walked intimately, shoulder to shoulder with Ji Xinyu, toward the dining hall. On the way, they happened to run into Yang Danhong, who was just leaving her room.

"Good morning, Sect Leader Yang," Fang Can said, waving casually at the beautiful woman.

The slightly ear-tingling voice and the color of his hair allowed Yang Danhong to immediately recognize the young man.

"Elder... Elder Fang, you’ve blossomed into a beauty that could topple nations," Yang Danhong said, subconsciously averting her gaze, not quite daring to look at him directly.

She had previously assumed Fang Can wore a mask because of some facial disfigurement, but seeing him now, she realized her assumption was the complete opposite of the truth.

’Yes, if he hadn’t been wearing a mask, he would have caused more than just a simple commotion when he first entered the city,’ Yang Danhong thought.

"I would prefer it if Sect Leader Yang described me as ’dashing and heroic.’ Your praise is a bit too feminine," Fang Can said matter-of-factly. "Please be more mindful of your wording next time, Sect Leader Yang."

"Xiaojie, stop spacing out. Let’s go eat." He reached out and slung an arm around Ji Xinyu’s shoulders.

Feeling the young woman’s body stiffen beside him, his eyes flashed with the delight of a successful prank.

’Little virgins are so fun to tease.’