Mad!

"What do you mean, why?"

Jiang Ning'an said as if it were obvious, "Did the instructor who taught you martial arts not tell you that before the Heaven Ascending Path, you can only choose to specialize in one cultivation technique?"

Fang Can subconsciously licked his somewhat chapped lips and said, "No... no, there's such a rule?"

"How did your master teach you?" Jiang Ning'an asked, puzzled. "Common knowledge like this should have been made clear before the Mortal Shedding Body stage, right?"

Fang Can: ...

Fang Can was completely numb; it turned out that even his rapid progress was his own fault.

After all, Instructor Yang could never have imagined that this guy would develop a sense of Qi within a single day; no matter how fast one was, it should have taken at least half a month.

If someone had told Yang Lie that one could develop a sense of Qi in a day, Yang Lie would have firmly stated that the person was talking nonsense.

Looking at the bewildered Fang Can, Jiang Ning'an patiently explained, "The so-called Mortal Shedding Body is the process of letting the body adapt to a cultivation technique step by step."

"The content of every technique is different—True Essence, internal energy, True Qi, magnetic field power, battle aura, magic, Chef God Cells... every school's secret manual has its own merits."

"I see you are cultivating blood-Qi power, strengthening your body through martial arts, while others need to rely on composing poetry to replace old blood. The cultivation methods required for each martial art are completely different."

Hearing her explanation, Fang Can stood frozen in place for a long time before finally asking, "Then the eighty-eight acupuncture points my technique mentions..."

"If you believe it, it exists. The most important thing in martial arts is the power of the mind. The technique of the Inverted Sect next door requires increasing physical fitness by pushing the endless particles within the body to rub against each other at high speeds."

"Depending on the technique, there is a qualitative difference even at the Mortal Shedding Body stage. As for the eighty-eight acupuncture points in your technique..."

At this point, Jiang Ning'an shook her head, the implication obvious: what a trash technique, even in one's wildest fantasies, one wouldn't dare to imagine something so ridiculous.

As Jiang Ning'an provided these answers, Fang Can felt as if he had experienced a sudden enlightenment, standing rooted to the spot as if struck by lightning.

On his system panel, the [Tiger Fiend Eighty-Eight Paths Grotto-Heavens] began to flicker along with his shattering Dao heart, as if it were about to disappear at any moment.

Just like the Overlord of Great Zhou who had once manifested as a Heavenly Human, Fang Can, whose Dao heart had been pierced by Jiang Ning'an's words, seemed to be in danger of having his cultivation regress.

Watching the dazed, pale-faced Fang Can, Jiang Ning'an raised her fair, clean arm and waved it in front of him, saying:

"Are... are you okay? Don't be too discouraged. Although techniques are divided into superior and inferior, you shouldn't dwell on it too much. After the Heaven Ascending Path, this gap can be bridged."

Completely ignoring Jiang Ning'an's thoughts, the worldview Fang Can had formed over the past seven days of training shattered, replaced by a will to break through and rebuild.

At this moment, Fang Can's brain was recalling the methods of the Tiger Fiend Eighty-Eight Grotto-Heavens, as well as the words Yang Lie had said at the very beginning.

"As long as you have the heart, anyone can be a Martial God!"

"I understand now!" Fang Can slammed his right hand into his palm, looking as if he had seen through everything, and said excitedly:

"Martial arts is just a bluff; idealism is nothingness! To hell with the eighty-eight Tiger Fiend Grotto-Heavens, I'm not practicing it anymore."

Looking at the spirited, handsome youth in front of her, Jiang Ning'an worried whether her words had triggered some kind of hysteria in him. If that were the case, her guilt would be immense.

Watching Fang Can pace back and forth excitedly, muttering to himself and occasionally beating his chest, Jiang Ning'an asked cautiously, "What... what are you trying to do now?"

"What am I doing? Obviously, I'm switching cultivation techniques," Fang Can said, shaking his head. Despite his incredibly handsome appearance, he looked completely unhinged.

"Didn't I just tell you, before the Heaven Ascending Path..."

Before Jiang Ning'an could finish, she saw a pair of persistent eyes lock onto hers.

"Have you heard the story of the Divine Monarch of Great Yan?"

"I've had quite enough of the stories about the Divine Monarch of Great Yan," Jiang Ning'an said helplessly.

Fang Can said slowly and firmly, "Then why could he refine the Iron Thread Fist into the Maha Great Sun Divine Fist, but I can't?"

"You want to compare yourself to the Divine Monarch of Great Yan?" Jiang Ning'an asked subconsciously.

"What kind of damn monarch is he? He's not worthy of being compared to me." After dropping this line, Fang Can charged straight into the room.

"It's over, I've driven him crazy." A deep sense of guilt rose in Jiang Ning'an's heart. Fearing he might do something reckless, she endured her injuries and followed him into the inner room, ready to keep an eye on him at all times.

Walking into Fang Can's tidy bedroom, she saw him pulling a metal box from under the bed and quickly flipping the lid open, revealing dozens of transparent pills inside.

"This is..." Jiang Ning'an looked at the crystal-clear pills, feeling puzzled.

She looked up to see Fang Can grab a handful—at least thirty or forty of them—and shove them directly into his throat.

"What... what are you doing?" Jiang Ning'an's eyes widened, and she instinctively tried to stop him, but was halted by his fanatical gaze.

With the handful of small white pills swallowed, Fang Can felt a sense of crisis he had never experienced before, yet he still shook his head and said, "Still... still not enough. I need to be more ruthless."

Thinking of this, Fang Can turned his gaze to Jiang Ning'an and ordered, "You... break my limbs right now... never mind, just leave me one hand so I can ask for leave from school."

"You... this?" Jiang Ning'an certainly couldn't agree. Looking at the mentally unstable Fang Can, she whispered for the first time, "Calm down, don't let yourself go into a cultivation deviation."

"Calm? I've always been very calm," Fang Can said truthfully.

Seeing the hesitation on the woman's face, Fang Can knew she couldn't help him. He simply walked to the living room and, under Jiang Ning'an's worried gaze, picked up a solid wood baseball bat.

"If you don't want me to report you to the authorities, you'd better just watch from the side and stop meddling," Fang Can said, raising the baseball bat.

"You're threatening me? Could it be..." Jiang Ning'an stopped mid-sentence, because she saw Fang Can smash the bat fiercely against his own leg.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, both the wooden bat and Fang Can's right leg snapped.

"You, you, you, you, you..." Jiang Ning'an looked at Fang Can, too shocked to even speak clearly.

At this moment, she had absolutely no idea what he was trying to do; this guy was completely insane! Yes, he was just plain crazy!

Fang Can paid no attention to Jiang Ning'an at all, looking down at his severed right leg and nodding, "Not bad, this is exactly how it should be."

Having said that, he ignored the woman nearby, walked back into the bedroom, and after tossing out a command not to disturb him, slammed the door shut and locked it tight.

Just as he had said before, he was done practicing the Tiger Fiend Eighty-Eight Grotto-Heavens; as for the Idealist Martial Dao, why should he be constrained by common sense?

When it came to the Idealist Martial Dao, having no common sense was the greatest common sense of all!

Since that was the case, why not create his own cultivation technique?