This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 265: Chapter 262: The Youth Taken Away by the Joyful Union Sect

”So, now you understand.”

Inside the Inverted Gate, the Sand Whale spoke, a hint of dread in his eyes:

”The women of the Suxin Zhai are absolutely not to be touched. The higher your Realm, the greater the backlash if you get involved with them.”

”If you get tangled up with their Outer or Inner Sect Disciples, losing a bit of power to them is one thing.”

”But if you ever run into their elders, or even the holy maidens and the matriarch of the main lineage, you must avoid them like the plague.”

The Sand Whale said with deep feeling, ”We Martial Artists of the Heaven-Ascending Road... to get to where we are today, which one of us hasn’t trained through the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer? We’ve toiled for decades, even centuries, never daring to slack off for a single day.”

”And yet, the main lineage of Suxin Zhai thinks they can devour a century of my cultivation with just a flimsy hymen? It’s not that easy.”

”I, the Sand Whale, suffered so much and endured so much hardship to break through to the Fourth Turn. But that little Third Turn brat from just now? All she has to do is sleep with a Fourth Turn to take a piece of it.”

”Because of that, Fourth Turn Martial Artists in the martial world avoid them at all costs, and they look down on anyone at the Third Turn. This has led to the matriarchs and holy maidens of recent generations all being virgins.”

...

Meanwhile, as Fang Can was being taken to Suxin Zhai, what was Liu Qingmeng up to?

She was still suppressing the consciousness roiling within her, born from Xiaoliu’s memories.

”What in the world are you trying to do?”

In the Jiejian Mountain Sect Leader’s bedroom, Liu Qingmeng pressed down on her own hand, struggling to maintain her usually placid temper.

”Use the spellcasting materials of Fang Can in my head to perform some non-incantation water Magic, of course.”

Her other self spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, its jade-like fingers about to cast a spell downward before being pinned by her right hand. ”Can’t you be a little more reserved?”

”I like Fang Can. After seeing so many of his lewd pics, it’s normal that I can’t hold back.”

”Appetite and lust are parts of nature. I’m already at the Fourth Turn, so I don’t need to eat. All I have left is this one hobby. Are you, my dear ’husband,’ going to stop me too?”

”I am you, so don’t treat me like an outsider! I’ve been single for so many years, and today, I’m going to cast some serious spells!”

...

Liu Qingmeng was about to faint from anger at her own distracting thoughts.

She had to endure all sorts of lewd pics being generated in her mind by her other half, all while physically restraining her own body and suffering a constant barrage of verbal attacks in her head.

’How could my distracting thoughts be this kind of obsessive pervert!’

Liu Qingmeng questioned in her mind, only for a smirk to appear on her face. ”Eh? Still not admitting it, hubby? You’re already so wet without even starting the incantation.”

”This is clearly your fault.”

”I am you!”

”...Ning An likes him! Don’t you dare do anything reckless!”

”So what? Just think of it as cultivating *Lush Greenery* for Ning An’s sake. It’s time to cuck your disciple!”

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”...”

”Other people can steal your disciple’s man, so why can’t you? Besides, we’re the ones who watched that brat Fang Can cultivate every step of the way.”

”...”

”Hmph! Anyone who reaches the Fourth Turn has some mental issues. They’re all self-obsessed psychopaths, trapped in their own worlds. You’re not worried about your disciple at all; you’re just a coward.”

”...”

”So now I can finally cast my spell, right?”

”No!!!” After a long silence, the rejection was still firm.

”Damn it, Liu Qingmeng, are you proud of yourself?! You’re absolutely inhuman! Just you wait, you’ll watch from the sidelines while both the Victim, Jiang Ning’an, and your own other self get with him, and you’ll be left all alone to finger yourself.”

Ignoring the roars of the sore loser in her head, she had, over this period, grown quite accustomed to the constant generation of lewd pics. She was becoming desensitized to the images of Fang Can.

Her mental state had now transitioned from having an unconscious physiological reaction upon seeing the pictures to feeling completely normal.

’In that case, I’ll just let this sore-loser consciousness run wild in my sea of consciousness.’

Liu Qingmeng temporarily gave up on the idea of refining it, allowing her other self to use all sorts of methods to stimulate her.

She realized her previous approach might have been wrong.

After a century of asceticism, she had been flustered by the passions and desires stirred up by that boy, Fang Can. Simply trying to sever those emotions was far too weak an approach.

True strength was recognizing the essence of life and remaining unshakable as this rootless love assaulted her heart.

The more this consciousness assaulted her heart, the more it would temper her will. One day, she would be able to see Fang Can and ignore him completely. At that point, she would surely be closer to the Fifth Turn.

She silently closed her eyes, allowing the distracting thoughts to generate an endless stream of lewd pictures of Fang Can in her mind—from Fang Can with her to Fang Can with others.

From initial resistance to deadpan appreciation, and finally to indifferent observation, Liu Qingmeng knew that the soft, tender version of herself whose heart had been stirred by the young man was now dead.

’Even if Fang Can himself stood before me, stark naked and trying to seduce me, I wouldn’t be swayed in the slightest. He can try me if he doesn’t believe it.’

Or so thought Liu Qingmeng, whose theoretical experience was now incredibly rich from observing too many lewd pics of Fang Can.

She was even starting to look forward to seeing Fang Can again, just to see her own placid, unmoved reaction.

The mere thought of Fang Can stirring her emotions?

Simply absurd!

’But where could Fang Can be right now?’

The thought rose unconsciously in Liu Qingmeng’s mind.

It wasn’t that she missed him. It was merely a desire to verify her state of mind, her heart of still water.

That’s right! That was all it was.

’If my guess is correct, Fang Can should have been taken under the protection of other super-powered individuals by now. He should be safe, even without the sanctuary of Jiejian Mountain.’

Liu Qingmeng thought with a sense of relief. But at that very moment, the young man on her mind was already on his way out of the country, headed for Suxin Zhai in the Great Zhou.

Sitting on the Floating Flying Carpet, Fang Can had already restored his aura to its peak. He stared indifferently as the ground sped past below and the horizon slowly receded.

”Young hero, you’re not thinking of escaping, are you?” A cloyingly sweet, alluring voice sounded by his ear, making Fang Can frown instinctively.

The woman in red was staring with surprise at the vigorous blood-qi forming around Fang Can. To recover so completely in such a short time... his physical body was truly commendable.

”Relax. You’re a Third Turn Holy Maiden of Suxin Zhai, and I’m merely at the First Turn. I’m not stupid enough to try and escape.”

Fang Can said coldly. Although this was a slight deviation from his plan, as long as he could endure these next three days, everything would be fine.

He didn’t know what terrifying methods the Joyful Union Sect would use to torture him over these three days, but as a super-powered individual, he had no choice but to endure it.

Everything for the sake of super-powered individuals! He’d just have to grit his teeth and let his dick suffer a bit.

Whether they sent a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand, with his Qi Cultivation, he wouldn’t be Fang Can if his expression so much as changed from the pleasure!

Just as Fang Can was steeling his resolve, the young woman leaned in and asked curiously, ”I heard you were originally from Jiejian Mountain. Why did your Sect kick you out?”

”I heard Jiejian Mountain is full of female heroes who practice ascetic cultivation. Don’t tell me you couldn’t control yourself and messed around in there, so you got kicked out?”

In the air, they rode the Sacrificial Artifact flying carpet.

Hearing the young woman’s question, Fang Can’s mind subconsciously drifted to that fairy-like, blue-haired figure.

To be honest, he couldn’t figure out what Liu Qingmeng was thinking these days either. She was completely baffling, changing her mind from one moment to the next as if she had schizophrenia.

He shot the woman a cool glance. ”Why do you ask? I’m a prisoner now. It has nothing to do with Jiejian Mountain.”

”Hmph, I know even if you don’t tell me.”

The red-dressed woman raised her head smugly and said:

”You must have been messing around with the women there. That group of female cultivators can’t stand that sort of thing. What’s more, you’ve even practiced my Suxin Zhai’s ’Y-God Technique.’ It must be fate that you’re connected to my Sect.”

”The ’Y-God Curse’ is from your Suxin Zhai?” Fang Can was a little surprised. ”Wasn’t it from the Joyful Union Sect?”

He remembered the Cultivation Technique being from the Joyful Union Sect. How did it change its name to Suxin Zhai?

”Because the Sect Leaders a few generations ago thought the name ’Joyful Union’ was too obvious and not elegant enough, so they changed it. So you really didn’t know.”

The young woman smiled sweetly at Fang Can, her eyes practically hooking into him. ”Young hero, the female cultivators of Jiejian Mountain don’t know how to dote on a man. So let us, Suxin Zhai, dote on you properly.”

”The next three days will bring you unimaginable pleasure. Why don’t we start the great work of dual cultivation right now?”

Her eyes were laced with seduction, and a faint fragrance emanated from her as she spoke. It was as if she could transform into a beast of lust at any moment and devour Fang Can. As expected of someone from Suxin Zhai.

Unfortunately, Fang Can, who had already conquered two hundred women, saw right through her. It was like looking at an impotent man with erectile dysfunction.

”Alright, enough. A little virgin like you, trying to learn how to seduce men. The moment I actually lay my hands on you, you’ll get scared. You won’t be able to handle it at all.”

Fang Can turned around, found a more comfortable position to lie down in, exposed his back to her, and closed his eyes to meditate.

He probably wouldn’t get any sleep in the coming days, as he’d be busy with the grueling battles of Suxin Zhai. He needed to build up his energy in advance.

Seeing the completely unperturbed white-haired young man, the girl grew a little exasperated:

”You think I don’t dare? You’re just a measly First Turn Martial Artist. You’re not worthy of having a Holy Maiden of my Sect personally perform dual cultivation on you. We can talk again when you reach the Fourth Turn.”

This time, however, she was met with a long silence.

Just as he’d said, Fang Can was completely unfazed by the beauty within his reach. He just covered his head and went to sleep.

Instead, it was the seemingly experienced young woman who was sulking as she controlled the flying carpet toward Great Zhou.

An hour later, Fang Can was awoken by a rising and falling chorus of sounds. It was like a wave, a tsunami of hundreds, even thousands of female voices.

”HOOOH-OOOOOH-OOOOOH♡♡♡♡♡——”

’What’s that noise?’

Hearing the sound, Fang Can subconsciously roused himself on the flying carpet. As his consciousness returned, the wave of sound in his ears grew even more terrifying.

”HOOOH-OOOOOH-OOOOOH♡♡♡♡♡——”

With a bewildered gaze, Fang Can discovered that the flying carpet had stopped above a plaza.

And on this massive plaza, countless figures were entwined like pythons. The wave of sound he’d just heard was coming from the mouths of those women.

As Fang Can observed, the men were all young and nothing but skin and bones. It looked like they had been subjected to a bit too much dual cultivation.

As for the women’s appearance... Fang Can found it hard to put into words.

First, the faces of these Suxin Zhai female cultivators were quite good, an 8 out of 10 on average. But their figures were, frankly, a bit greasy.

They gave Fang Can the impression of the ”fairies” from a P-site short story.