This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: I Need Enemies

Inside Lieyang Martial Arts Hall, Fang Can stood in the courtyard, his eyes fixed on the cold, stunning woman before him.

The woman had a graceful figure, and her world-toppling beauty held an icy, aloof distance. Her elegant aura was like a piece of ten-thousand-year-old ice.

A snow-white silk dress concealed her full figure, and her long, waterfall-like, ice-blue hair cascaded down to her calves.

At that moment, Liu Qingmeng was sizing up Fang Can with a scrutinizing gaze, her eyes holding a trace of disdain.

She had arrived when Fang Can and Ye Qingshi were embracing.

If she hadn’t seen that Fang Can was genuinely cultivating and hadn’t taken any further liberties, she would have long since struck the boy down with her sword.

Fang Can, who could clearly feel her disdainful gaze, had a good idea of what was happening. He decided to be direct. ”If I’m not mistaken, you must be Elder Jiang’s master.”

At Fang Can’s words, Liu Qingmeng couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. ”How did you know?”

”My intuition has always been very accurate,” Fang Can said calmly.

An intuition equivalent to sixty people’s barely reached the threshold of precognition. Combined with a slight boost in intelligence, it gave Fang Can an omniscient perspective, as if he were reading a script.

It was like a crime scene in a mystery novel. Without needing to go through the process, Fang Can could just take a wild guess based on his feelings and identify the true culprit. Then, like shooting an arrow and drawing the target around it, he could work backward, half-guessing and half-deducing the steps involved.

”Intuition?” Liu Qingmeng’s slender brows furrowed slightly as she stared at the young man before her.

”Yes.” Fang Can stared at the elegant woman and continued, ”For example, I’m guessing no one else has come to cause trouble for me because you, Elder, have been fending them off. And you’ve come here now to evaluate my character, to consider whether to take me as a disciple or just let me be.”

Liu Qingmeng was speechless. ’You’ve said everything, so what’s left for me to say?’

Although she was reluctant to admit it, every word Fang Can had spoken accurately described her actions, as if he had read the script’s outline beforehand.

Never mind that he skipped the entire reasoning process—was he right or not?

Looking at the supremely confident young man, Liu Qingmeng parted her red lips. ”You are not mistaken. I did indeed come to consider taking a disciple, curious to see what the genius Ning An spoke of looked like.”

”However, I’ve changed my mind now,” Liu Qingmeng said coldly, her gaze fixed on the young man.

”As thanks for you taking in Ning An, I have already blocked those on the Heaven-Ascending Road for you. But if you can’t even stop those in the Transcendent Body Realm, then you can just die on your Martial Dao path.”

”Then I thank you, Elder.” Fang Can broke into a grin. ”For you to do this much is enough. This junior can handle the rest himself.”

Fang Can’s answer seemed to satisfy the woman. She then offered a piece of advice. ”The great competition between nations will begin in two months. At that time, the top one hundred on the Hidden Dragon List will all gather on Fangcun Mountain to compete.”

”If you can survive until the competition and reach the Profound Gate Ninth Layer, you can obtain a spot from the Celestial Secret Tower. It might be a great opportunity for you.”

With that, the woman turned gracefully and vanished from sight.

’Did I just get assigned a main quest?’ Fang Can thought, a sense of absurdity washing over him as her figure disappeared.

Her appearing and disappearing so suddenly was just like a quest-giving NPC.

’The great competition in two months... I wonder if cultivators in the Transcendent Body Realm will be there.’ Fang Can thought, clenching his fists. ’If it comes down to it, I’ll just head over and check it out. Might as well take first place while I’m at it.’

With this thought—one that would seem rather arrogant to outsiders—Fang Can once again immersed his mind in the Martial Dao. He began modifying his Cultivation Technique bit by bit according to the ideas he’d had that morning, integrating the concept of neurons into his cells.

If he wanted to be able to regenerate from a single remaining cell, then every cell had to store all of his information.

In other words, each of his cells had to contain all the information of a complete human body.

It had to remember every condition—muscles, bones, cancer cells, white blood cells, platelets, memories—and replicate them with perfect precision.

Without this information, a body simply grown from flesh and blood might turn out to be a completely different life form.

’I have to speed up.’ Fang Can felt a new pressure—the pressure to be number one.

After all, he wasn’t like one of those so-called battle junkies or maniacs who lived for the fight itself.

In a sense, Fang Can’s mindset was the same as any ordinary person’s; he simply enjoyed the thrill of defeating his enemies and winning the battle.

He just liked winning, not the fight itself.

His knack for turning disaster into fortune could only ensure he wouldn’t die, not that he couldn’t be defeated.

Therefore, to defeat all the heroes of the world in the near future, he needed to work even harder now, so he could blast all his enemies apart with the strongest, most explosive power.

With this thought, Fang Can walked out of the courtyard.

He followed his intuition and looked in Ye Qingshi’s direction. ’That girl has been borrowing my talent for too long. Isn’t it about time she came back?’

Walking into the main hall, Fang Can found the Disciples gathered in a circle like a group of believers, praying in low voices and chanting the *Sutra of the Peerless, Supreme, Brilliant, and Radiant Divine August Emperor* that Yan Zhi had just written.

Seeing Ye Yonglie using his Heart Image to perform a low-level mass hypnosis, Fang Can’s mouth twitched. He felt the whole scene was just too bizarre.

If they did this every day, even someone who wasn’t a fanatic would be forcibly hypnotized into one.

When Ye Yonglie saw Fang Can enter, he came forward to greet him. ”Oh, omniscient, omnipotent, and omnibenevolent Lord, you have arrived.”

”Mm,” Fang Can said, then asked, ”Have you heard of Jiejian Mountain?”

”Jiejian Mountain? I’ve heard its sphere of influence covers all of Liangzhou, and its Sect Leader, Liu Qingmeng, is a supreme expert at the Fourth Turn of the Heaven-Ascending Road. They’re far more terrifying than the Tiger Slaughter Sect.” Ye Yonglie replied with what he knew.

As he spoke, Yuan Dang, who was standing to the side pretending to be hypnotized, snorted inwardly. ’The Sect Leader of Jiejian Mountain? The same one who gets screwed by Celestial Emperor Fang in the future?’

’No, wait. In the future, is there any remotely attractive woman above the Heaven-Ascending Road that Celestial Emperor Fang *doesn’t* get his hands on?’

’Mother and daughter, master and disciple, older sister and younger sister, human and beast, big ones and small ones, cute ones and slutty ones, single ones and married ones...’

’In the future, no woman with any real power will escape your grasp.’

’You’re an animal! Worse than an animal!’ Yuan Dang cursed frantically in his mind.

’Hm?’

As a frantic wave of hostility surged from Yuan Dang’s heart, Fang Can’s gaze shifted to the right. His intuition made him subconsciously notice this strange Disciple.

’From the first time we met, this guy has given me a strange feeling. So he really is hiding some secrets?’

’I’ll have to keep a special eye on this one. He doesn’t seem like a good person.’ Fang Can’s superhuman intuition directly skipped the process and made a judgment in his heart.

Casually withdrawing his gaze, Fang Can looked directly at Ye Yonglie and said, ”I just met that Liu Qingmeng. She said she would help me block all the Martial Artists on the Heaven-Ascending Road.”

”Since that’s the case, I need you to do something for me now.”

”Please command me, Lord,” Ye Yonglie said, bowing his head respectfully. ”What do you require?”

”Enemies! I need a lot of enemies right now!”

As Ye Yonglie stared in astonishment, Fang Can spread his hands and said with a smile,

”I need enemies as numerous as mountains and seas. Enemies who can pose a threat to me. Enemies from different cultivation systems.”

”Male enemies, female enemies, enemies who have awakened a Heart Image, enemies with rich combat experience.”