This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 247: Chapter 245: Orchid Brushing Acupoint Hand

Time flew by after that.

After diligently cultivating and training, he completed the massive initial infusion of the Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment, and his physical strength began to grow at a slow and steady pace.

Since his AT field was linked to his physical body, its volume had increased tenfold. Its coverage expanded from a three-meter diameter to 6.5 meters.

Meanwhile, in Fang Can’s sea of consciousness, a sun shone brilliantly, endlessly radiating light in all directions. The sun’s amplification was in sync with the expansion of his field.

All around the sun were the dense, sprawling entries of Fang Can’s journal.

Over the past month, he had already written hundreds of thousands of words. Their contents included all sorts of vulgar, violent, murderous, deceitful, self-deprecating, and weary emotions from this period.

Though the content was incredibly brutal, representing Fang Can’s innermost negative emotions, the golden script formed chains of order, emitting a Buddhist-like chant of discipline.

These golden chains, formed from hundreds of thousands of words, bound the sun at the center, absorbing the light it released bit by bit and gradually reinforcing their own hardness.

Back in reality, thanks to his habit of journaling, Fang Can could clearly feel that his endless desires now had an outlet.

Although his desires still churned within him, the influence of these distracting thoughts on his actions was gradually diminishing. Everything seemed to be heading in the right direction.

Back in reality, inside a coffee shop in Z City, Fang Can sat wearing sunglasses, letting his AT field cover the six-meter area around him.

As he watched the men and women of the city endlessly crossing at the intersection, a notification would occasionally sound in his mind.

’Connectable device detected within signal range. Send connection invitation?’

’Connectable device detected within signal range. Send connection invitation?’

...

Fang Can ignored the prompts that kept sounding in his head.

He had done some research on his AT field during this time.

He discovered that not just anyone was equipped to connect to his field’s signal.

After more than ten days of testing, he found that only women were qualified to receive the signal.

It was like Fang Can was broadcasting a 5G signal, but men were 4G devices—they simply didn’t have the right hardware.

As for people like femboys or trans women, they were like illegally modified 4G phones and could be identified as such by the device type at a glance.

And what about women? Only those with an attractiveness score of 75 or higher even had a chance to receive the signal, and it came through intermittently, no different from an off-brand phone.

An 80-plus score could barely maintain a connection, while an 85 was a flagship model. The more beautiful they were, the better the effects of Dual Cultivation after connecting.

Even Liu Qingmeng, a Fourth Turn cultivator on the path of the Emotionless Dao, had barely been able to hold herself back after a few seconds. Needless to say, other women stood no chance.

Of course, Fang Can wasn’t that much of a monster. Besides, it’s not like getting a bunch of women would do him any good, right?

Through more than ten days of research, he had already developed some basic Cultivation Techniques for this Heart Image.

For example, there was the Gloomy Soul-Devouring Palm, the Orchid Brushing Acupoint Hand, and the River’s Raging Wave Finger, all infused with his Heart Image.

You could say that the current Fang Can specialized in fighting female Martial Artists.

Any female Martial Artist below the Third Turn wouldn’t be able to withstand a single one of his moves. One hit, and they’d be ”cascading three thousand feet”—of drool, that is.

’What a shame,’ Fang Can thought, a little discontented.

Most of the Martial Artists in the Otherworld were men, so he never had a chance to use his unique moves that specialized in dealing with women.

Besides, he would never dare use these moves on a high-level female cultivator.

If he used the River’s Raging Wave Finger on Liu Qingmeng, even if he succeeded, she would indeed become a ”raging wave”... and he could prepare to be locked in a basement for the rest of his life.

When a Fourth Turn ”truck” like her comes bearing down, with that powerful physical body, Fang Can could only wait for his lower half to be ground to dust by her Fasting-honed posterior.

He’d probably struggle for half a day and not even be able to break through that final layer of paper.

So, you shouldn’t go around carelessly provoking women. Once you’ve actually started a fire, you’d better have a plan to put it out for her.

With a hint of melancholy, Fang Can answered his phone. The cheerful voice of the King of Cringe came from the other end.

”Fang Can, we’re at the Ancient City now. How much longer until we cross over like you said?” the King of Cringe asked.

”About half an hour,” Fang Can estimated based on his premonition, then asked curiously, ”By the way, how come you’re not calling me Hajican anymore?”

”I’m over stale memes now. For you to still call yourself Hajican, Fang Can... you must be really out there,” the King of Cringe retorted, turning the tables.

Not bothering to play along, Fang Can asked, ”You brought everything you need, right? Is everyone there?”

”Don’t worry, don’t worry. As a Fourth Turn on the Martial Dao, victory is guaranteed,” the King of Cringe muttered to himself.

”You’d better be right,” Fang Can sneered. He stood up, paid his bill, and flew toward the villa.

Meanwhile, at the villa, Liu Qingmeng reached out, placing a spiritual light on Jiang Ning’an’s forehead. ”Remember to bring this to my main body,” she said.

She had transformed her memories of the past month with Fang Can into pure spiritual light, entrusting it to Jiang Ning’an to deliver to her original self.

She believed that, given her main body’s personality, seeing her avatar behave like this would absolutely prevent any feelings for Fang Can from developing.

’One Liu Qingmeng who likes Fang Can is enough, and that will be me,’ the avatar muttered before waiting for Fang Can to arrive.

A dozen or so seconds later, Fang Can returned to the villa, swept the young woman into his arms, and smiled. ”Come with me, Elder Xiaoliu.”

He was completely unaware of Xiaoliu’s actions in sending the memories away. To prevent Liu Qingmeng’s new avatar from coming to kill this substitute during the next trip to the Otherworld, he planned to hide her first.

Elsewhere, the 50 million players from the Federation who had won slots for the game trial were also waiting with bated breath, ready to log in.