Chapter 323: The Demon-Slaying Assembly

Chapter 323 -320: The Demon-Slaying Assembly

‘It’s time to think about the heritage for the Second Turn.’

Fang Can pondered this as he ate the simple meal before him.

Beside him, Ji Xinyu couldn’t help but ask, “Elder, have you become a Grandmaster?”

As soon as she said this, the surrounding passersby all pricked up their ears to listen in.

It was simply too unbelievable. A Grandmaster who was only around twenty years old?

“Mm… I can take on a Grandmaster!”

Fang Can nodded lightly, refraining from spouting nonsense like, ‘I’m only at the Second Turn.’ After all, explaining would be too much of a hassle.

He had recently experienced a string of fortuitous encounters.

First, his million points of Dual Cultivation power multiplied tenfold, and then his Dual Cultivation with Liu Qingmeng inside the secret realm brought him to the peak of the First Turn.

His physical strength alone was already extremely close to the level of the Fourth Turn.

Now that his Realm had broken through to the Second Turn, he only needed two or three days to consolidate his power to reach the standard level of a Fourth Turn expert in the Martial World.

And in this world, everyone’s power was suppressed. He wouldn’t be afraid even if a peak Fourth Turn master attacked him personally, let alone someone who had just entered the Fourth Turn.

After all, since everyone’s combat power was suppressed, it wouldn’t be unreasonable for Fang Can to use a little hack of his own, would it?

And now, with his admission, a strange atmosphere spread through the crowd, as if they were witnessing the birth of a legend.

A Fourth Turn master under the age of twenty… could he possibly break through to the legendary Realm of the Immortal Gods next?

A legend circulated in this world: beyond the limits of a Grandmaster, there was another Realm, known as the Realm of the Immortal Gods.

Once one broke through, they could shatter the shackles of their hundred-year lifespan and become a True Immortal, living for five thousand years.

Unfortunately, such figures had long since vanished into the river of history, their existence uncertain.

Soon, the Gang Leader of the Sea Wave Gang was quietly carried away by his subordinates, not daring to utter a single word of retaliation.

After all, the gap in their strength was plain for all to see. To make threats in this situation would be asking for death.

And very quickly, news of a newly emerged young Grandmaster spread like wildfire, with related stories circulating madly throughout the small town.

But because Fang Can was known to be difficult to get along with, no one dared to approach him directly, thus granting him a few days of peace and quiet.

Late at night, Fang Can gazed at the Second Turn heritage formed from the light of his mind. He named it: Absolute Contact!

As the name implied, the effect of this ability was to allow Fang Can to make contact with all sorts of different abilities.

Fang Can had always had very poor resistance to supernatural or ghostly types of heritages.

Abilities like phasing, turning into a ghost, or becoming elemental were difficult to counter with pure strength once activated.

No matter how strong he was, if he encountered such a heritage, ninety percent of his power would be rendered useless.

Therefore, to broaden the effectiveness of his brute strength after reaching the Second Turn, Fang Can had established the Absolute Contact heritage.

As long as he could see it, he could touch it. Even if an opponent was phased or in a ghostly, intangible form, he could directly transmit his attacks to their true body.

He could forcibly drag all his enemies into a physical brawl and then use the overwhelming muscles from his Forbidden Word Skill to crush them to death.

The moment the heritage was formed, Fang Can’s gaze shifted to the candlelight beside him, and he slowly reached out his right hand to grab it.

The candle flame was currently emitting layers of soft halos. Fang Can narrowed his eyes, altering the structure of his pupils to create a visual effect similar to astigmatism.

Then, based on this visual illusion, his hands seemed to pinch the outward-radiating halo of light out of thin air, lifting the entire oil lamp.

Looking at the oil lamp he had grasped by altering his visual perception, a flicker of satisfaction flashed in Fang Can’s eyes.

Sitting cross-legged on his bed, having resolved the issue of his heritage, Fang Can closed his eyes to begin cultivating, but he stopped the very next moment.

‘Why am I cultivating so hard?’ Fang Can wondered.

‘My working this hard must be so demoralizing for those mortals. Isn’t that a bit rude to them?’

‘A natural-born prodigy like me should just be enjoying life. What’s the point of working so hard?’

With that thought, Fang Can closed his eyes, gave up on cultivating, and simply flopped down to sleep.

For the next two or three days, Fang Can wandered around the small town. Because he had already made a name for himself, no one dared to cause him any trouble.

The only fruit of his labor was…

In a dim cabin, a smirk played on Fang Can’s lips as he looked at Yang Danhong, whose eyes were hazy…

“Be careful, Sect Leader Yang. Your disciples might hear…”

As Fang Can spoke, he placed two fingers on the beautiful woman’s throat, silencing her words.

Not that it mattered if they heard. He had already tasted most of the ripe fruits within the Yanfeng Sect these past few days anyway.

It turned out that when Fang Can had an appetite, the roadside was filled with running banquets.

He wasn’t completely unselective, though. For those whose looks and figures didn’t meet his standards, even speaking to them was too much effort.

Only three “fruits” had caught his eye these past few days. Even with the Sect Leader, it was only because he saw that she was still a virgin after many years of martial practice that he decided to bestow his charity upon her.

Moreover, the current Fang Can had developed a twisted sense of amusement. He found it interesting to watch these women, consumed by a love they couldn’t have, resorting to taking matters into their own hands late at night.

To beg for his affection, some were even willing to lick his feet. It was utterly pathetic.

In short, these past few days, Fang Can had completely let himself go. He paid no mind to any worldly etiquette or the opinions of others, doing whatever he pleased!

And as time trickled by, a piece of news arrived.

“What did you say?” Fang Can asked, his robes hanging open as he sat lazily on a Grandmaster’s Chair, looking at Sect Leader Yang before him.

On her bountiful figure, a black collar signifying submission was fastened around her neck. A red tally mark from an obscene curse was printed on her fair chin.

Behind Fang Can, Ji Xinyu was diligently kneading his shoulders, making no comment on her master’s demeanor.

“Elder Fang, the six great sects have notified us that all righteous path experts at the First Turn Realm and above are to gather for a meeting tonight. The assault on Cloud Top may begin tomorrow,” Sect Leader Yang said respectfully. ⅇ

“So it’s finally starting? After so many days of squabbling, they’re finally getting their act together.”

Fang Can yawned. “Then let’s go have a look tonight.”

That evening, the Demon-Slaying Assembly was held in a mansion at the center of the town.

Nearly all the pillars of the righteous path from the Central Plains’ Martial World had come to attend. Hundreds of people, packed so densely they nearly filled the entire lawn in the center of the mansion grounds.

Fang Can, dressed in a white satin brocade robe, sat upright on a stone stool. Within a three-foot radius, only Sect Leader Yang was present, waiting on him.

The gazes of those around him were all focused on him, but no one dared to approach and strike up a conversation, merely watching from a distance.

Before long, a group of eight people—some Daoist, some Buddhist, men and women alike, carrying blades and wearing swords—entered together through the main gate.

Their mere movements were enough to capture the attention of everyone present.

This was because all eight of them were Grandmaster-level experts from the six great sects, the main force for this assault on the Demon Sect’s Cloud Top.

With their arrival, the Demon-Slaying Assembly officially began.