This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 204: Chapter 202: Peach Blossom Luck

Late at night, inside the Jiejian Mountain liaison office in the Capital City.

Beneath the brilliant glow of the fluorite stones from the Five Demons Sect set in the ceiling, Jiang Ning’an took out the Broken Dreams Heart Sutra that Liu Qingmeng had given her.

As the Heart Sutra was unrolled, the Heart Image of its author was instantly released, and its contents left the young woman feeling rather puzzled.

According to the Heart Sutra, it was a Cultivation Technique that improved the user’s aptitude and Realm in a way that was formless and intangible.

The method of improvement was simply fate. When the time was right, one’s aptitude would naturally improve on its own.

Although the Heart Sutra’s explanation was vague and incomplete, Jiang Ning’an quickly accepted this premise.

After all, in the world of the idealistic Martial Dao, you could find all sorts of Cultivation Techniques; no effect was too strange to be believed.

The only thing that struck her as odd, however, was that the Heart Image pre-stored in the Cultivation Technique seemed to have been altered and patched together.

After all, with her cultivation having reached the Third Turn Realm, she could at least discern that much.

From the delicate and aloof feeling of the altered sections, she immediately recognized it as the Heart Image of her very own master.

’Since Master is the one who altered it, it must be fine.’ Jiang Ning’an didn’t hesitate and began to cultivate according to the manual’s instructions.

’This is my own master we’re talking about. She wouldn’t possibly try to harm me, would she?’

She would sooner suspect Fang Can than ever believe her master would wish her harm!

With this conviction, she quickly submerged her consciousness and began to cultivate the Broken Dreams Heart Sutra.

Soon enough, she discovered that this Heart Sutra was a perfect match for her.

There was no sense of stagnation in the entire cultivation process; she felt she could master it completely in just two or three days.

As she cultivated, a wisp of intangible, formless green smoke floated up from the top of her head, splitting into two strands that coiled away in different directions.

One strand tried to coil around Liu Qingmeng, but before it could even get near, it was repelled by her Fourth Turn aura, held at a distance of three feet.

But the smoke wasn’t discouraged. As if it had identified its target, it continued to drift around Liu Qingmeng, waiting for an opportunity to try again.

The other strand, however, crossed more than half of the Capital City to reach Fang Can, where it attempted to merge with his body.

For a novice like Fang Can, who hadn’t even reached the First Turn, such a conceptual power should have been impossible to resist.

But before the smoke could merge with him, it was seized by the fortune in Fang Can’s body—a fortune hundreds of times greater than that of an ordinary person—and seemed on the verge of being shattered.

Immediately after, however, having judged the entity to be non-threatening, Fang Can’s golden fortune parted to let it pass.

If one were to observe the crown of his head with a power like the Emperor’s Qi Observation Skill, they would see the visages of a dragon and a tiger.

His fortune in wealth, martial arts, relationships, academics, career, and even romance was all flourishing to an incredible degree.

His romantic fortune alone was a classic sign of a ”wandering eye,” and his body was wreathed in a faint pink mist—subtle, yet rich.

Normally, that particular idiom describes an unfaithful woman; it was rare to see such a potent aura on a man.

As Fang Can’s relationship fortune lowered its defenses, the green smoke drove straight in, drawing closer and closer to his body.

But in the next moment, Fang Can’s romantic fortune, like a bloodthirsty python, devoured the green smoke in a single gulp.

Then, as if it had consumed a miracle tonic, this strand of his fortune—his romantic luck—began to flourish as if it had been doused in fertilizer.

And this wasn’t the only wisp of smoke destined to help Fang Can build his harem. As Jiang Ning’an continued her cultivation, it would produce a steady stream of them, further fueling his romantic fortune.

As for the effects of this burgeoning romantic fortune...

Fang Can, currently entangled with Ye Qingshi and the other women, noticed their gazes had become a touch more seductive.

”Ah Can... you smell so good,” Ye Qingshi murmured, her eyes glazed with desire. Dazed from their lovemaking, she instinctively moved to kiss him, but Fang Can covered her mouth with his hand.

”Let’s just stick to the cultivation. No mouths,” Fang Can sighed.

”Ah Can, you’ve changed,” Ye Qingshi said, her expression turning sorrowful. ”You used to kiss me willingly.”

”Mhm, and that was my first kiss,” Fang Can said, the memory still fresh in his mind as he held her slender waist.

”But now you’d rather kiss that imperial princess of Great Chu than even humor me,” Ye Qingshi pouted, snuggling against his chest.

”I had no choice back then,” Fang Can argued.

”Then why don’t you have ’no choice’ with me, hmm? Just this once, for me~”

Ye Qingshi’s voice was sultry, her breath fragrant as an orchid. As Fang Can offered no resistance, she slowly leaned in.

After a long moment, pulling away from his token resistance, the young woman smiled like a fox that had just snuck a taste of fish.

She knew he was a sucker for a soft approach. All she had to do was act a little pitiful, and she’d have him wrapped around her little finger.

But he had just finished dealing with one, only for a flock of other beautiful women to gather around, whispering softly, ”My lord, I want some too~”

’Sigh...’

Fang Can, feeling the weight of the romantic fortune blossoming above his head, sighed internally. He said nothing more, simply falling silent.

...

At midnight, after the women had all fallen asleep, Fang Can finally pulled the Buddhist Beads from his interdimensional tassel.

These were the beads Monk Luo had given him, an item that could connect to the Shadow-God Diagram inside Fangcun Mountain.

With a mere thought, Fang Can submerged his consciousness into the Buddhist Beads, and his form reappeared on Fangcun Mountain.

But this time, Fangcun Mountain was no longer deserted. Countless monks now walked back and forth before him.

Of course, what surprised him most was the appearance of something like a status panel before his eyes.

A dark gray panel lit up before him, displaying all sorts of information.

Name: Fang Can 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ

Identity: Great Derivation Visitor

Realm: Profound Gate Tenth Layer

Authority: C-Class

Precepts Points: 0

...

’What in the world is all this?’ Fang Can stared at the information. ’It’s just like an online game.’

’Is this still supposed to be an ancient world? Where the hell have I ended up?’

Among a crowd of bald heads, Fang Can’s full head of hair made him stand out like a crane among chickens.

As he stood there in surprise, a monk approached him. ”Patron Fang Can, are you here to use the Shadow-God Diagram?”

As the monk spoke, Fang Can looked at him, and a panel with his information immediately popped up.

Dharma Name: Yuan Ding

Identity: Bhikkhu

Realm: Profound Gate Seventh Layer

Authority: C-Class

Precepts Points: 102

...

”Excuse me, Monk Yuanding,” Fang Can asked seriously, ”what is this panel I’m seeing?”

If he didn’t already have a panel of his own, he would have thought he’d awakened some new power.

”In response to your question, Patron, this is the Precepts Panel, created within Fangcun Mountain by the previous abbot.”

Monk Yuanding smiled. ”Here on Fangcun Mountain, our every word and action is judged by the panel.”

”If you break a precept, your Precepts Points will increase accordingly. This humble monk entered the monastery at the age of five and is now over twenty. In that time, I have committed more than a dozen violations, both large and small,” Yuan Ding said, looking ashamed.