Chapter 345 - 342: Fang Can, You Despicable...

Chapter 345: Chapter 342: Fang Can, You Despicable...

"You! You will be the future Minister of Finance of the Servitude Empire!"

"You! You will be the Empire’s future Premier!"

"You blow so well, truly skilled with your mouth. In that case, you can be the Empire’s future Minister of Justice."

...

Inside the Crystal Palace, Fang Can lingered, handing out titles and promising official positions at every turn.

All while vigorously exercising.

He was also deeply implanting the fundamental logic of loyalty to the Empire into their minds.

With countless prior experiences, Fang Can was certain.

These women, educated by Dick, would piously and successfully establish this Servitude Empire in the Female Venerate World for him, even long after he was gone.

Such was Fang Can’s world-shocking wisdom!

There was no problem that one round with Dick couldn’t solve. If there was, then it just needed two!

At the very least, the absolute purity of faith among the first generation of the Servitude Empire’s founding members could be guaranteed.

As for future problems, he would leave that to the wisdom of later generations. It would be up to them to prove their worth.

After all, he was only building this Servitude Empire to fulfill his deal with Dongfang Wuji.

’If I had to seriously toil to ensure the Empire’s reign for millennia, wouldn’t that make me no better than a beggar kneeling for scraps?’

And so, over these few days, the Empire’s ruling body for the next century was itself ruled by the rod for a few days, establishing their guarantee to serve the Empire.

Time slipped by as new members were constantly brought into the Crystal Palace to be... reformed.

Half a month later, after having thoroughly subdued the Empire’s core team with the carrot and a very large stick, Fang Can lay lazily on the roof of the Crystal Palace.

A thin white fleece robe was draped over his body. In his hand, he held a crystal glass half-filled with iced sour plum juice, which he swirled leisurely.

Thanks to his many days of arduous and meritorious labor, let’s not even mention how much divine nectar the future cornerstones of the Empire had consumed.

In any case, the final result was that thirty percent of the high-ranking officials in the entire residence had been infused by him to the point of reaching the First Turn Realm of the Heaven-Ascending Road.

At this moment, on his completely bare abdomen, three five-stroke tally marks from the Yin God Curse were engraved in a pyramid formation.

The pyramid-shaped marks were a translucent, golden-yellow color—the effect of reaching the third stage.

[Yin God Curse]: (21,083 / 100,000)

When used, power is doubled three times, and the effect lasts for four days!

In other words, when Fang Can used it now, his power would multiply by 2x2x2, becoming eight times stronger.

As he leisurely watched the sun rise bit by bit over the horizon, an indescribable enlightenment welled up from within his heart.

In the next instant, without any warning, an intangible change surged through his heart. He had forgotten what arrogance was.

And behind him, unseen by anyone, a formless, substanceless spiritual phantom stood guard like a cold sentinel.

Having slain the sin of arrogance, Fang Can’s mind was now perfectly clear, free from the interference of superfluous emotions.

At his waist, the Purple Rhombus Sword was emitting a faint purple glow.

Ever since he had used the Dragon and Phoenix Unity Pendant on his companion sword, it had become surprisingly clingy.

Simply put, during his days in the Crystal Palace, he could faintly feel Ziling constantly radiating resentment toward him.

’You can only look, not partake, huh?’

Fang Can lightly tapped Ziling’s blade, and sensing the clear, sullen resentment from within, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

He clenched his fist gently. Having completely overcome the first sin of arrogance, he could feel the tsunami of power raging within him.

Although he had only recently reached the Second Turn, the hundred years of accumulation from the Dragon and Phoenix Unity Pendant had given him more than enough foundation at this Realm.

Combined with completely overcoming the sin of arrogance, his strength had surged once more.

Breaking through Realms simply required sufficient accumulation.

Theoretically, with enough accumulation, one could even break through to the Ninth Turn all at once.

With Fang Can’s current power at the Half-Step Fifth Turn, breaking through to the Third and Fourth Turns in one go wouldn’t be a major issue.

However, doing so would result in an unstable foundation, and the subsequent increase in power after the breakthrough would be insignificant.

More importantly, it could trigger a frenzied emotional backlash, forcing him to face the trials of multiple sins simultaneously. It was better to proceed step by step.

He closed his eyes and focused, faintly sensing the sin of anger coalescing within him.

Once the sin of anger was fully formed, he would once again enter a state where he couldn’t control his emotions.

’At this rate, the sin of anger will finish coalescing in two months at most,’ Fang Can estimated silently. He just didn’t know what form it would take when it did.

Just as he was thinking about taking a sip of sour plum juice, the Stand from the void had already grabbed the glass from his hand and brought it to his lips.

Slightly stunned, Fang Can opened his mouth and, with the Stand’s help, took a small sip of the chilled sour plum juice.

His Heart Image swept through the entire residence, observing the pillars of his Empire, all sleeping soundly.

As the smooth sour plum juice went down his throat, he offered a satisfied piece of self-criticism:

"Fang Can, you despicable fucking machine!"

...

And while Fang Can was lost in his own thoughts, high above the planet, the Fourth Turns who had already conquered the entire Empire were now rapidly developing the planet.

They tirelessly collected materials from across the planet, processed them, and transported them to various locations around the world.

The common people could see novel changes happening to the world every single day.

The things from Fang Can’s psychic network were slowly becoming reality before their very eyes, and the entire world was developing through their united efforts.

But the greater the productivity brought about by the Martial Artists, the more worried the common people became.

For they had clearly seen that in another world, where the gap between people was already significant, oppression still arose in its technologically advanced modern society.

In these past few days, they might not have understood the true nature of power and capital, but everything recorded from that other world filled them with deep anxiety.

The gap between people there was so small, and their technology was so advanced, yet they still had to work hard every day.

So now, with so many Fourth Turns who were like Immortal Gods, and with technology that was at best early modern, wouldn’t they be oppressed and worked to death by these people?

At this moment, the minds of the common people were interconnected, and this panicked sentiment was spreading rapidly across the world.

Having grown accustomed to a life without oppression, they never wanted to return to the old days of bowing and scraping before others.

’If only Martial Artists didn’t exist.’ This thought circulated among the common people daily.

Consequently, more and more Heaven-Ascending Road Martial Artists, upon learning of the common people’s malice toward them, began to voluntarily disconnect from the psychic link.

It was just as the abbot of the Brahma Sound Temple, who first refined Fangcun Mountain to link the minds of all living beings, had said:

"The prejudice between people is a Da Shan. Once all barriers are removed, in a world of absolute sincerity, the discriminating minds of sentient beings will instead create even greater conflict."

And so, time flew. A dozen or so days later, the time for Fang Can’s planned departure had officially arrived.