This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Reborn Tang San

As Fang Can walked into the bathroom, Liu Qingmeng surveyed the room’s furnishings and sighed softly.

”So this is the other world? Just as you said, it’s completely different.”

Jiang Ning’an, who was standing to the side, nodded in agreement. ”This world models itself after nature, using its principles to construct ingenious devices. And they also have Aliens, who they call ’superpower users’.”

”According to my investigation, unlike the unreasonableness of Martial Artists, these Aliens seem to be the very personification of principles.”

Liu Qingmeng lifted her head slightly, acknowledging Jiang Ning’an’s description.

Although the abilities displayed by Martial Artists and Aliens appeared similar, their inner workings were vastly different.

A detection-type superpower user’s ability is to acquire information about their target.

No matter how much they develop it, they could never manifest an axe to chop someone down. That much is set in stone from the moment they acquire their ability.

But Martial Artists are different. All their power is derived from their conviction.

Even if your current heritage grants you healing abilities, the moment your Dao heart shatters and you succumb to your inner demons, your entire cultivation base will change, and a new inherited ability can be born.

’But... since I’ve come to this world, I should naturally give it a thorough investigation.’

Liu Qingmeng glanced toward the bathroom and said no more. Her body began to split, and soon, a second figure appeared.

”Master, what are you...?” Jiang Ning’an asked, not understanding what she was seeing.

”I’m leaving a portion of my Spiritual Qi here just in case. The rest will go test the mettle of those Aliens.”

Liu Qingmeng explained. As her voice fell, one of the doppelgängers vanished from the room.

In high spirits, Fang Can finished his shower and walked out of the bathroom feeling refreshed.

He came out to see Liu Qingmeng curiously browsing information on the computer while Jiang Ning’an patiently guided her.

The two beautiful young women were close together, and in Fang Can’s eyes, the scene was one of unparalleled peace and serenity, a moment of tranquil beauty.

Besides, Jiang Ning’an’s injuries had now healed, and with Liu Qingmeng by his side, he felt that while they might not conquer all of Z City, self-preservation should be more than guaranteed.

Smiling, Fang Can took a rare break from cultivation. Just as he’d planned, he took out some food and drinks and prepared to enjoy a good movie.

He wasn’t some robot incapable of enjoyment; of course he needed some downtime. Tonight, he would take a rare, proper rest.

Meanwhile, four days had passed since Z City was completely locked down, and during this time, all external signals had been blocked.

To the outside world, the government had also announced that this year’s Carnival Day would be held in Z City, allowing some pessimists who had been worried about being chosen to finally relax. ℯℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

On the outskirts of Z City, a young man known as the ”Rotten King” watched the events on his screens, cackling wildly and periodically slamming his desk in excitement.

In front of him were dozens of screens, and the main character on each one was a robust young man with blue hair.

After several days of monstrous development, they had successfully cloned one thousand bodies based on the template of Tang San from *Douluo Continent* and had a psychic implant corresponding memories into them.

Now, they could officially begin the Infinite Protagonist Project.

In a stark white, sealed room, Tang San’s consciousness slowly returned. As he gradually opened his eyes, his gaze fell upon an unfamiliar ceiling.

Tang San felt like he had been asleep for a very long time.

”You’re awake...” A friendly, gentle voice sounded by Tang San’s ear. He instinctively turned his head and saw an old man in a white lab coat looking at him.

Only then did he realize he was in the middle of a complexly patterned array. A faint glow emanated from the crimson array beneath him.

”Where am I...?” Tang San blurted out instinctively, then his head swam with dizziness.

Sea God’s Nine Trials, Xiaowu, the trident, Buddha’s Fury Fire Lotus...

Countless memories flooded his mind. The last thing he remembered was inheriting the Sea God’s divinity. How could he be here?

”My Profound Celestial Skill, my Sea God’s Trident, my terrifyingly immense physical strength... it’s all gone,” Tang San said, his composure starting to crack.

”Think carefully, hero from another world. All the memories should be in your head,” the old man said with a smile.

At the old man’s words, Tang San instinctively clutched his head as a torrent of memories surged forth. They spoke of summoners who called upon heroic spirits from another world, of a Magic Array that could draw the souls of the mighty into new bodies, and of a hope that these reincarnated heroes would fight to save this world.

”So, in other words, my powers are completely gone, and I have to start cultivating all over again here... all because this world needs saving?” Tang San asked.

Understanding his situation, Tang San felt an impulse to destroy the world welling up inside him.

But circumstances were beyond his control. Having lost all his power, Tang San could only force himself to calm down. He put on a smile and said,

”I understand my mission now. I’m supposed to save this world, is that right? In that case, is there any way for me to quickly regain the power I had in my past life?”

”Of course there is.” The old man in the white coat had been waiting for this question. He smiled and pulled a book from behind his back.

”This is the Profound Celestial Skill you cultivated in your past life. From now on, you just need to train diligently. It won’t be long before the Divine King returns to his peak.”

”The Profound Celestial Skill?” Tang San subconsciously took the book.

It seemed that because his soul had been pulled from another world, he truly couldn’t remember the specific details of the Profound Celestial Skill.

He gently flipped open the book. The contents described inside were not much different from what he remembered.

In the monitoring room, the Rotten King’s laughter never ceased.

That Profound Celestial Skill was indeed something he had fabricated in a few hours, but who said a fabricated cultivation technique couldn’t be practiced?

This was a world of idealistic Martial Dao. These guys were basically human-shaped wishing machines; even with a fake cultivation technique, they could turn fiction into reality.

After all, among countless novels, the Profound Celestial Skill was considered a sewer-tier technique. The time it would take to manifest shouldn’t be too long.

The next step was to see what results these Tang Sans could achieve.

On the countless screens in front of the Rotten King, each Tang San was being guided by their respective researchers.

Each one had a different ”script” and was undergoing different experiences—some were reincarnations, some were reborn, some were heroes summoned to save the world—ensuring a saturation of test samples.

’If the first batch shows good results, I can start trying to clone other protagonists.’ The Rotten King laughed maniacally. ”Come forth, endless protagonists!”

As he laughed, a tremendous ROAR echoed from above. Liu Qingmeng’s figure had appeared directly over the underground base, hovering in mid-air.

’This must be where those Aliens are.’

She looked down coldly at the base below, her jade-like right hand pointing gently downward.

BOOM!!!

The next moment, terrifying lightning ravaged the area.

A massive tunnel, ten meters in radius, was blasted open, extending hundreds of meters down into the earth.