Echoes of Good Fortune

"Snap!"

With a soft click, Fang Can pushed open the door and entered the house.

He scanned the room with a calm expression, noting that the furnishings were exactly as he had left them; nothing had changed.

However, Fang Can's increasingly sharp intuition was screaming at him that a ferocious beast was hiding in the room—the kind capable of killing him in an instant.

At this moment, Fang Can's physical fitness had reached more than three times that of an average person, and the only things capable of posing such a threat to him were those with superpowers.

"I've been following my routine since I got back; there's no reason for a superpowered individual to be targeting me. Besides, this style of concealment doesn't look like the work of the authorities. In other words..."

Recalling the pillar of fire that had risen in the city today, Fang Can understood, but another thought immediately followed.

"Why would that defeated superpowered individual happen to come to my house? Theoretically, in a state of Extreme Misfortune Brings Prosperity, my luck shouldn't be this bad..."

In the state of Extreme Misfortune Brings Prosperity, all of Fang Can's hidden attributes increased, including his luck.

Having stayed in this mode for most of the day, with his luck, that superpowered individual should have gone anywhere but his house, unless... that individual possessed something of value.

Thinking of that familiar pressure and harboring a certain suspicion, Fang Can expressionlessly pulled three hundred-yuan bills from his pocket.

Looking at the banknotes, he muttered to himself:

"Let's test my luck. If they land face up, it means my theory is correct; tails means it's wrong."

As he muttered, under the gaze of the hidden presence, Fang Can tossed the cash in his hand.

After the paper fluttered in the air for a moment, all three bills landed face up.

Seeing the orientation of the cash, Fang Can nodded as if it were only natural. He couldn't be bothered to bend down to pick up the money, so he tossed his schoolbag aside and began to practice his martial arts.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step; one must cherish every bit of time.

Since his genius state had been triggered under the watch of that unknown presence, he might as well practice his techniques a few more times while in this state.

Therefore, knowing full well that someone was nearby, Fang Can acted as if no one were there. He assumed the starting stance of the Sixty-Six Tiger Devour Fist Techniques and began to practice, completely unbothered.

"Is this guy's brain broken?" In the shadows, from within a wardrobe left slightly ajar, a pair of bright eyes watched the boy practicing.

Through observation, she could tell that the other party was a novice martial artist who had just entered the Mortal Shedding Body realm, yet every step he took was beyond her expectations.

First, he paused upon entering the door as if he had sensed something abnormal, yet he still walked inside.

Then, he inexplicably tossed three banknotes, and then suddenly began practicing martial arts. These three things were completely unrelated.

"But these movements are quite standard." Looking through the wooden wardrobe at Fang Can's movements, Jiang Ning'an secretly admired him.

Although this boy was quite old—already at the ripe age of 18 without having shed his mortal body—one could see the effort he put into every move and stance.

Except for two or three flaws revealed when occasionally switching moves, the rest was textbook perfection.

On the other side, Fang Can was thinking to himself:

"I'll intentionally reveal a few flaws. If this person in the shadows is indeed who I think they are, they should pretend to be a senior expert and come out to offer some pointers."

"When that happens, I'll go along with it and give them some face; things will be much easier to handle afterward."

With this calculation, Fang Can forced his body, which was approaching perfection, to show a few flaws, deliberately giving the person in the shadows a chance to play the role of a senior.

Sure enough, as he finished the first round of the fist techniques, a cold female voice came from behind Fang Can: "Your fist techniques have seven flaws, all stemming from imperfect transitions. You still need to polish them with patience."

Following the voice from behind, Fang Can paused his finishing move and turned around without a ripple of emotion to face the uninvited guest.

The moment he turned, he saw a cold, beautiful girl dressed in plain white robes, her hair draped over her shoulders, sitting upright on the sofa and looking at him from afar.

The woman pursed her lips, examined the boy in front of her, and frowned slightly: "You aren't surprised by my arrival?"

Fang Can nodded slightly, feeling relieved for the moment. At the very least, the fact that she was willing to communicate meant she wouldn't kill him easily, so he could attempt some slightly more aggressive probing.

"I realized someone had entered my home the moment I returned."

"You were the one fighting those superpowered individuals today, weren't you?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you must have arrived here seven hours ago as well, right? Did you come from Great Yan too? Or from Great Zhou across the border?"

Fang Can stared at the girl's expression to judge her reaction: "It seems it was Great Yan."

Having had her secrets laid bare by Fang Can's few sentences, the woman's expression turned vigilant.

Her fair, slender fingers gripped her long sword, ready to strike at any moment.

"Don't worry, I'm not with the authorities, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to run at all."

Seeing her expression, Fang Can, rather than appearing as the weaker party, waved his hand to soothe her:

"If you don't want to be discovered by the authorities, I advise you not to cause too much of a stir, because unless something unexpected happens, we will need to live together for quite some time."

"We are all in the same boat. You saw the techniques I just performed—they are authentic Great Yan goods. If I'm discovered, I won't be able to escape either, so you can rest assured for now that I won't betray you."

Jiang Ning'an stared intently at the expression on Fang Can's face. After a long silence of deliberation, she finally said:

"What is going on with those people outside? Where is this place? Why did I come here? What are superpowered individuals? Those guys don't even have a Mortal Shedding Body, so how can they command the phenomena of heaven and earth?"

"Too many questions. Let's take them one by one, shall we?" Fang Can frowned slightly. Explaining these things to someone who had never experienced modern society was somewhat troublesome.

Moreover, he suspected that, like other martial artists he had known, she was illiterate, which only added to the cost of explanation.

"Simply put, you can understand this as another world isolated from Great Yan. This world has no concept of martial arts; there are only superpowered individuals who are 'born divine' and can manipulate elements from birth."

Jiang Ning'an murmured, recalling the people she had encountered at noon, and nodded in agreement with Fang Can's explanation.

"As for why you came here, I don't know. I also arrived in Great Yan seven days ago, and after seven days of practicing martial arts, I only then..."

"You're lying!" Before Fang Can could finish his sentence, the sharp sword in Jiang Ning'an's hand was already pressed against his throat:

"With your level of martial arts, it is impossible for you to have arrived in Great Yan only seven days ago. This only proves that you are lying."