Chapter 322: Second Turn in an Instant

Chapter 322 -319: Second Turn in an Instant

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The youth’s clear humming echoed through the dining hall.

Fang Can’s slender fingers held a pair of bamboo chopsticks, tracing a graceful arc through the air.

He lazily propped up his chin, his ruby-like eyes narrowing in delight as he brought a sauce-covered bamboo shoot to his lips. Even the tips of his hair swayed gently with the rhythm of his chewing.

By the standards of this ancient era, the dishes had their flaws, but deep in these old mountain forests, he’d have to make do.

Besides, Fang Can was discovering something.

Just how amazing could life be when you stopped caring what other people thought!

Yes, the gazes of others.

CRUNCH—

The crisp sound was exceptionally clear in the silence.

Gazes from all directions were drawn to him as if by a magnet. Even the morning dew dripping from the eaves seemed to freeze on the window lattice.

The female disciples of the Yanfeng Sect clutched their soup spoons in mid-air, oblivious as soup splashed onto their collars.

A wanderer at the next table was poked in the back of the hand with a chopstick but paid it no mind, his eyes fixed on the youth’s glistening, sauce-stained lips.

‘Elder Fang is a bit… too conspicuous.’

Ji Xinyu thought to herself. The next moment, the youth suddenly leaned in close, his silver hair brushing against the reddened tip of her ear.

“Xiaojie, why are you always spacing out? Eat up, don’t starve yourself.”

As he spoke, he placed a glistening chicken drumstick in her bowl, his fingertips casually tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“This drumstick is pretty good. Try it.”

“Yes, Elder Fang.”

The sudden, faint fragrance sent a tingle down Ji Xinyu’s spine. She hurriedly bit into the drumstick, so flustered that she bit down hard enough to crack her bamboo chopsticks.

Catching a glimpse of the jostling crowd outside the door, she belatedly realized the dining hall was now packed to the rafters, with figures even lying on the roof ridges to peek inside.

‘It’s not my imagination. My physical strength has really gotten stronger,’ the youth thought as he ate.

His strength had been steadily increasing at a visible rate since midnight, seemingly because…

His gaze shifted outside. Sunlight streamed through the lattice window, and he could feel every beam of light boiling in his veins.

‘Is this a trait granted by Pride?’ The thought rose in Fang Can’s mind.

Each of the seven sins in the Seven Sins Demon Codex would grant a brand-new ability.

And since this Cultivation Technique was tailor-made for Fang Can based on his own past knowledge,

the abilities he gained could come from novels, anime, movies, or games he had seen in the past.

As for Pride, the first sin, the new ability he had acquired seemed to be an amplification of his physical strength, proportional to the intensity of the sunlight.

Feeling this unique enhancement in his body, a flicker of satisfaction appeared in Fang Can’s eyes.

But as Ji Xinyu looked at the crowd inside the dining hall, she grew anxious.

Someone had spread a rumor that a peerless beauty had appeared here, causing all sorts of gawkers to gather around. Before long, even the tops of the walls were crowded with people.

Were they really here to eat? Ji Xinyu didn’t even want to call them out on it.

Their stares were so blatant, so fiery, they could have burned a hole through Elder Fang’s pants.

Watching the ever-growing crowd of onlookers, Ji Xinyu felt a pang of anxiety, like her own personal treasure was being coveted by everyone else.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before someone came over to hit on him.

A woman nearing forty sidled up to them. “How can this food be worthy of a young hero’s palate? Why not come and be a guest at my Sea Wave Gang? I have already prepared a fine feast for you.”

“That’s Jian Haiyun, the Gang Leader of the Sea Wave Gang! She’s not even fifty and has already reached the Second Turn cultivation Realm. A future in the Third Turn is within her grasp!”

As the coarse female voice rang out, the surrounding onlookers recognized the speaker and began to whisper among themselves.

They knew a bit about this gang; its reputation wasn’t exactly sterling.

However, they had been invited here this time to exorcise demons and defend the righteous path, so past grievances were temporarily set aside.

Hearing the invitation, Fang Can glanced up at the woman and said, “Mediocre looks, vulgar behavior. A washed-up old hag, an absolute eyesore!”

“What did you say?” Jian Haiyun’s eyebrows shot up. She released the aura of a Second Turn expert, silencing the surroundings.

“Didn’t you hear me?” A look of disgust flashed in Fang Can’s eyes. “A washed-up hag like you fantasizes about catching my eye? Dream on!”

“Go look in a mirror. Just seeing your wrinkled face makes me lose my appetite. The thought that I might show up in your wet dreams tonight makes me want to puke.”

Silence—

The entire dining hall fell into a dead silence. Everyone stared blankly at the foul-mouthed youth.

They simply couldn’t imagine such vulgar words coming from that exquisite mouth.

If watching the youth eat had been a pleasure before…

…then being insulted by him now… didn’t seem so bad either?

As the target of the insults, however, Jian Haiyun was not faring so well. Her face was flushed crimson with rage.

Not far away, Yang Danhong sighed to herself and quietly stood up, preparing to defuse the situation. But Fang Can wasn’t finished.

“What are you looking at? Staring is a crime. The sight of you makes me sick. Now scram,” Fang Can ordered, his voice icy.

To be met with a barrage of insults for a simple invitation—it was enough to piss off a saint.

Extreme fury burned in Jian Haiyun’s eyes. She was already imagining how she would make that pretty mouth of his scream on her bed tonight.

She just sneered, “Good, good, good…”

“Good, my ass!”

He didn’t even give the woman a chance to make a threat. Fang Can slammed his palm on the square table.

BOOM!

Enveloped by a field of force, the table wasn’t shattered.

Under the immense force, the entire tabletop instantly sank, its four legs plunging deep into the dirt floor.

Fang Can then used the sunken table as a step, planting a foot on its surface as his right fist shot out like a cannonball, smashing into Jian Haiyun’s face.

In that instant, Jian Haiyun felt a sharp pain in her nose as her body was sent flying backward uncontrollably.

With a deafening crash, Jian Haiyun was embedded in the stone wall. Plaster dust trickled from the spiderweb of cracks that formed around her.

“A mongrel like you dares to threaten me?” Fang Can said, his tone chilling.

‘Third Turn… No! A Grandmaster!’

Seeing a Second Turn expert like Jian Haiyun unable to withstand a single blow from the youth, this conclusion flooded everyone’s minds.

In this world where power was suppressed, the gap between the Second and Third Turn wasn’t so vast as to allow for a one-hit victory.

Only someone at the Fourth Turn Grandmaster Realm could do such a thing.

A Fourth Turn Grandmaster so young? How was that possible?!

Even Yang Danhong and Ji Xinyu, who had some idea of Fang Can’s strength, were in a daze.

A Fourth Turn Grandmaster? That was a level sufficient to be a Sect Leader of one of the six major sects!

Not even one of the current Twelve Sects had a Grandmaster-level expert presiding over them.

Ignoring the “washed-up hag” embedded in the wall, Fang Can returned to his seat.

He realized that with that last punch, he had unknowingly broken through to the Second Turn.

The moment his Realm broke through, the great sun he visualized within his body immediately swelled, and his power once again began to surge.