A Changed Future!

Inside the Blazing Sun Martial Hall, Yuan Dang felt a wave of relief wash over him upon hearing the master's reprimand.

Taking the hint to back down, he stared at Fang Can with a pitiful expression, his intent clear: he was begging Fang Can not to pay him too much attention and draw the master's ire again.

Fang Can clicked his tongue in boredom; seeing this disciple's reaction, he lost all interest in getting to know him.

Watching the others patiently contemplating, Fang Can sat on his grand armchair, feeling listless as he used his Heart Manifestation to suppress them.

Because this wasn't a life-or-death struggle requiring large-scale output, and because Fang Can could recover his energy by basking in the sun, he maintained a relative balance between consumption and expenditure.

Driven by boredom, Fang Can decided to put this time to good use and practice the Tiger-Subduing Dragon-Taming Golden Body.

According to the manual's description, this was a technique that caused the epidermis to vibrate constantly, generating an invisible aura on the skin.

When practiced to a profound level, the skin would quiver slightly at every moment.

At that point, even if struck by blades or axes, the blows would be violently deflected by the highly resilient skin; it was considered a top-tier technique for blood-energy martial artists before the Heavenly Ascending Path, and it could be activated without internal energy.

As for blood-energy martial artists, it was because the cultivation system of this world was called Martial Dao, but due to the "everyone is a wish-granting machine" mechanism, it actually contained all sorts of bizarre things.

Systems like geomagnetic force, flesh-locks, God's Domain, battle qi, magic, Taoist arts, Buddhist power, merit, poetry, and painting—almost every system existed.

Who knows what kind of wishes those people made or what techniques they manifested?

However, because martial artists could only store and release energy within their bodies after the Heavenly Ascending Path.

So, late-game professions like magi, true-qi martial artists, the poetry school, and Taoists were not very strong during the Mortal Shedding Body stage.

Most martial artists who lacked 100% certainty of crossing the Heavenly Ascending Path chose the blood-energy martial dao or battle qi systems, training their physical fitness step-by-step while searching for the possibility of that final leap.

Therefore, before the Mortal Shedding Body stage, "stat-monsters" were more popular.

"Mechanism-monsters" needed to wait for late-game development, and nine out of ten martial artists chose the path of stats, after all, no one was confident they could survive until the late game.

Leaning slowly back into the grand armchair, Fang Can released his Heart Manifestation while causing his own skin to tremble continuously, learning the techniques within the manual to temper his epidermis.

It is common knowledge that human skin cannot move at will.

But this is Idealist Martial Dao; as long as you are sincere enough and your realm is high enough, never mind the minor structure of the human body, even the laws of the universe can be changed.

Secretly using his blood energy to stimulate his flesh, Fang Can actually managed to make the skin on his fingers vibrate slightly, though the frequency was very slow—about one or two times per second—and the amplitude was only 1 micron.

According to the manual's requirements, to reach a passing grade, one's epidermis had to reach a vibration frequency of at least eighty-one times per breath.

Feeling his skin quiver rhythmically, Fang Can's thoughts began to wander. He felt that if he practiced this to the extreme and achieved tens of thousands of vibrations per second, he could essentially turn the human body into a high-frequency vibrating blade.

And why only vibrate the epidermis? If he went deep into the cells and made all tens of trillions of cells in his body vibrate at high frequency, wouldn't that be Magnetic Field Rotation?

But as this thought crossed his mind, he looked at the time required for materialization and felt that it might not be impossible.

He was also curious about what kind of effect he could achieve by combining cell vibration with the Great Sun Indestructible Demon Body that delved into the cells.

Sitting cross-legged on the grand armchair, Fang Can practiced this technique bit by bit.

After all, if he wanted to modify it, he had to understand this martial art thoroughly first. Although he wasn't taking any pills, thanks to the triple aptitude he had maintained since last night, his practice was smooth and efficient.

In just the time it took to burn a stick of incense, Fang Can had spread the vibration to his limbs and arms, though the frequency remained at one or two times per second.

But even as he was now, as long as he practiced hard for another month, he could make his entire body—including his crotch, hair tips, eye membranes, and fingernails—enter the 81-time high-frequency vibration mode.

"Why does it feel like I'm training my body to be a vibrator?" Fang Can muttered to himself. At that point, with 81 high-frequency vibrations per second, even Kato Ken would have to bow down in defeat.

As time passed, after Fang Can had continuously released his Heart Manifestation for half an hour, he felt it was enough and withdrew it, which immediately caused an uproar like poking a hornet's nest.

"Please, Master Fang, give us a little more; I still want to keep contemplating."

"Master, release your Heart Manifestation one more time! I'll do anything, I beg you!"

"Master, your Heart Manifestation is too pure. Just one more time, please, just one more!"

Looking at the martial artists before him who acted like addicts, Fang Can was speechless.

But this group of martial artists didn't care about dignity at all. Such a generous Heart Manifestation martial artist who let them contemplate his manifestation at will was a rare opportunity they might not see in a lifetime, and it was of great help to their Martial Dao.

Never mind begging; they would be willing to kowtow or even eat excrement.

Even Ye Yonglie was clutching Fang Can's arm at this moment, tears streaming down his face as he recounted his own story:

"This old man has lived for fifty-six years and has only crossed the sixth level of the Mysterious Pass. I work diligently every day, training for six hours just to barely keep my blood energy from declining."

"But my body is growing older. If I don't awaken my Heart Manifestation before sixty, I fear I will never be able to take another step forward in this life."

"My aptitude is mediocre. I have practiced martial arts for over thirty years, wasting decades of spring and autumn. If diligence were the only measure, I should have birthed a Heart Manifestation by now. I only ask that you grant me this request, young friend. If I can awaken my Heart Manifestation, I will be able to die without regrets."

By the end, Ye Yonglie's face was covered in tears and snot, his hands gripping Fang Can's lapels tightly. He looked nothing like a martial hall master, but rather a middle-aged man unable to let go of his obsession.

"Hmph, the master is truly senile. Crying and wailing like that—what a disgrace."

Yuan Dang, standing to the side, watched with cold eyes, having long forgotten that in his previous life, he had been even more pathetic than the master.

If not for the "Everyone Has Kung Fu to Practice" initiative launched by Fang Can, he wouldn't even have the aptitude to cross the Heavenly Ascending Path.

"Next, Fang Can should refuse to stay. Then, the new Heavenly Mystery Pavilion rankings will be announced. Humiliated and enraged, the master will immediately report Fang Can's situation to the Tiger Fiend Sect, causing them to issue a bounty ahead of schedule."

"And in the midst of a worldwide manhunt, Fang Can will lose an arm, a leg, and both eyes, pushed to the brink of death. Yet, in just nineteen days, he will break through nine levels of the Mysterious Pass and step onto the Heavenly Ascending Path."

"Then, falling into madness, he will slaughter tens of millions of living beings, including those in this martial hall, leading to the destruction of the Great Yan Kingdom..."

"Only my senior martial sister and a few others were lucky enough to escape death because we were out at the time. To seek revenge, we trained bitterly in martial arts, but we could only watch as he climbed higher and higher, until my senior martial sister was abducted."

As Yuan Dang thought of this, his heart grew increasingly wary. This Fang Can was terrifyingly formidable; he could not be fought head-on right now, so he would have to plot against him slowly.

After the shock he had just experienced, he was not prepared to change history without absolute certainty, so he coldly watched as Fang Can proceeded to refuse his master.

"I'm sorry, Master. This scoundrel Fang Can is detestable, and this disciple will be unable to see you through to the end of your days," Yuan Dang sighed in his heart, but then he suddenly heard...

"Uh, alright then." Fang Can scratched his head and laughed, "It just so happens I don't have anything to do lately, so I'll stay for a few days."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yuan Dang felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck him from above, and he stood frozen on the spot.