This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Return to Great Derivation

Late at night, Ying Yue meticulously followed the Cultivation Technique, visualizing the small world within her body.

According to the book, even a person with superior talent needed a full day of hard work to generate a sense of qi.

However, she, who considered her beauty her only asset and believed she possessed no cultivation talent, had produced a sense of qi in only half a day.

Connecting this to the strength she’d gained after cultivating with Fang Can, she guessed it must have been the Master’s Anmuxi that had improved her cultivation aptitude.

The proof was that the first three to cultivate with the Master for an hour were all progressing at an incredible speed.

The other women, who on average only spent three minutes cultivating with him, couldn’t possibly compare to their speed.

’I guess I’ll have to skip cultivating with the Master tomorrow,’ Ying Yue thought, suppressing her desires.

’Based on what happened today, the Master is happy to see our cultivation speed up. That means he’ll set another KPI tomorrow to reward the fastest cultivator.’

’After cultivating with the Master for just three minutes, my body won’t want to move for at least an hour. That will seriously impact my cultivation efficiency.’

’If I give in to three minutes of pleasure tomorrow, I’ll absolutely miss out on the one-hour reward the day after.’

’Liuli has already snatched tomorrow’s one-hour session, but she’s just a little brat. She doesn’t understand how precious the Master’s Anmuxi is. It’ll take her at least half a day to recover before she can start cultivating again.’

’As for my other competitors who only get three minutes with the Master, their cultivation efficiency is nowhere near mine.’

’So, while I have this Anmuxi buff, I should make the most of it. I’ll crush the competition and win that precious hour with the Master the day after tomorrow.’

’Then, the day after tomorrow, I’ll use the Anmuxi the Master rewards me with. I won’t waste a single second. I’ll immediately refine it and start building up my foundational reserves of Anmuxi.’

’Those who don’t plan for a lifetime are not fit to plan for a day. I will approach cultivation with game theory, crush them, and monopolize the daily cultivation time.’

’This way, compared to those little virgins with their three minutes a day, my cultivation advantage will snowball! Eventually, the Master will only have eyes for me.’

Thinking of the future, the sophisticated Ying Yue’s eyes burned with a powerful fighting spirit.

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The next few days were quite frustrating for Fang Can.

He had to get up before dawn every day to feed the flock of beautiful young women who were crying out to be fed, a process that lasted from 4 AM to 6 AM.

After quickly scarfing down some breakfast in half an hour, he was back at it, feeding them from 6:30 AM to 10:00 AM.

And that wasn’t all. After the ”communal meal,” he had to set aside another hour to individually reward the most diligent girl.

Lately, this extra ”tutoring session” had been completely monopolized by the same little prodigy.

In just seven or eight days of cultivation, Fang Can had watched her reach the Profound Gate Third Layer.

Even with his help, she was still undeniably a hardworking genius.

In any case, the only time he had to work on his own cultivation was from the afternoon until late at night.

Sesi had completely eaten into his sleep schedule, constantly wringing Niu Niu dry.

Regarding this, Fang Can’s Niu Niu declared, ”Boss, I’m with you to the next life!”

After ten days of this life, Fang Can’s intuition flared up. He would probably be crossing over again soon.

After briefly telling Elder Jiang and Liu Qingmeng his premonition, Fang Can transformed his clothes back to how they were before he left.

Back in the original villa, Liu Qingmeng’s body had now shrunk to the size of a seven or eight-year-old, looking as adorable as a porcelain doll.

Seeing Fang Can, Liu Qingmeng teased, ”So, how was it? You look quite... accomplished.”

Fang Can replied, his face blank, ”It was whatever. Not interesting in the slightest. Just a waste of my cultivation time. It felt like going to school every day—a total hassle.”

Liu Qingmeng hadn’t expected such a response. She froze for a moment, her brow subtly furrowing.

If she had previously worried about him becoming addicted, now she was worried he might end up practicing something like the Path of Supreme Apathy.

Recalling the inhuman state of the sect master of the neighboring Supreme Profound Sect, Liu Qingmeng waved her hand in resignation. ”Fine. For the next few days, focus on consolidating your foundation. Prepare for the upcoming Tournament of Nations.”

”This Tournament of Nations, where exactly is it held?” Fang Can couldn’t help but ask.

He kept hearing Liu Qingmeng bring it up, but he didn’t even know where it would be held.

”On Fangcun Mountain, of course,” Liu Qingmeng explained. ”As for where Fangcun Mountain is... it is within your own heart.”

”In my heart?” Fang Can asked, confused.

”The Spirit Platform is Fangcun Mountain. This Tournament of Nations is hosted by the Brahma Sound Temple. They establish a psychic link with the capital city of each nation, sending contestants into a Spiritual Secret Realm to battle it out.”

”That’s also how you qualify. When the next Hidden Dragon Rankings are announced, the Celestial Secret Tower will be used to locate the top ten thousand ranked individuals, all of whom will receive an invitation.”

”All you have to do is travel to the capital of the Great Yan Country before the tournament begins. Once there, you can use the Brahma Sound Temple’s invitation to enter Fangcun Mountain.”

’That’s actually pretty novel,’ Fang Can thought. ’They can pull people into a Spiritual Domain to fight.’

”By my estimation, you should have no problem breaking into the top ten of the Hidden Dragon Rankings. Once you’re back in Great Yan, you can start thinking about heading to the capital.”

Liu Qingmeng smiled. ”If you don’t plan on hiding your identity, you’ll find countless people along the way hoping to make a name for themselves at your expense.”

”Whatever,” Fang Can said nonchalantly. ”Just wait for my good news, Elder. I’ll meet you in the capital.”

”You’re thinking too much. My main body won’t necessarily want to see you.”

Liu Qingmeng waved her hand with a childish air. ”I’m just an avatar. If my power wasn’t too weak to suppress my consciousness right now, I wouldn’t be this easy to talk to.”

”Once I return and my main body absorbs all my memories, you’ll be meeting a completely new me—one as cold as ice.”

Liu Qingmeng smiled faintly. ”However, I’m sure Ning An will want to come see you.”

”By the way, where’s Elder Jiang?” Fang Can asked, curious as to why he only saw Liu Qingmeng.

”She’s inside, cultivating hard,” Liu Qingmeng said lightly. ”She’s been full of resentment lately, trying to reach the peak of the Heaven-Ascending Road’s Third Layer as quickly as possible.”

Fang Can nodded in understanding. He had wanted to say goodbye to her, but since she was cultivating, he decided not to bother her.

He continued to chat with Liu Qingmeng for a while. The feeling of being pulled away from this world grew stronger, and Fang Can knew he was about to leave.

He waited quietly in his room. The next moment, the space around him twisted, seeming to devour everything.

The next moment, light returned, and before him now stood a complex of courtyards and pavilions steeped in ancient charm.

’Great Yan,’ Fang Can thought calmly, ’I’m back.’