Evil Fallen Sacred Body!

In the pavilion within the Blazing Sun Martial Hall, Fang Can felt his aptitude continuously rising, maintaining a super-high level ten times his baseline even without consuming any medicinal pills.

However, Fang Can still couldn't figure out why being by the young girl's side allowed him to improve so quickly.

If being good-looking could increase one's aptitude, why didn't that happen with Senior Jiang?

Or could it be that this girl was a Heavenly Lone Star? A constitution that cursed her father, mother, brother, and children—the kind where anyone around her was bound to suffer misfortune?

As Fang Can practiced his techniques, various speculations ran through his mind, yet he felt no concern for his own safety.

Even if the girl truly was a Heavenly Lone Star, he wasn't afraid; on the contrary, he could turn that curse into a treasure.

Under this super-strong signal, Fang Can's cultivation speed began to accelerate violently.

Not far away, Yuan Dang, who had just finished cleaning Fang Can's room, stood foolishly in the distance, watching the two people in the pavilion.

A breeze blew, and Fang Can and Ye Qingshi sat quite close, back-to-back, looking almost as if they were pressed against each other.

"How is this possible... how could this be?" Yuan Dang shook his head, feeling as if his brain were hallucinating. How much time had passed, and why were the Senior Sister and that scoundrel Fang so intimate?

Terrified that he might lose control of the killing intent in his mind, rush over to attack Fang Can, and end up being killed in retaliation, Yuan Dang turned and ran, attempting to flee the area.

At that moment, a strange illusion even surfaced in his heart.

What reincarnation?

It was nothing more than a hallucination born from a dying, ordinary Mysterious Pass second-stage disciple of the Blazing Sun Martial Hall; all of this was just a delusion.

Suppressing the tears of frustration welling in his eyes, Yuan Dang disappeared from the spot without looking back.

"Did someone just pass by?" Ye Qingshi felt a bit shy; sitting this close to Fang Can was a significant challenge to her personality.

"Don't worry about it, just sit still, Miss Ye." Fang Can sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, speaking slowly.

Watching the youth who had been cultivating for nearly an hour straight, and feeling his steady breathing, Ye Qingshi couldn't help but ask:

"Is practicing martial arts fun? Why do you all look so devoted to it? My father and the fellow disciples even castrated themselves for the sake of martial arts."

"To me, it isn't fun; it is often accompanied by exhaustion, irritation, and pain," Fang Can said calmly.

"If it's clearly uncomfortable, then why do you still want to practice martial arts?" Ye Qingshi continued to ask.

"Because I am good at it," Fang Can replied, opening his eyes:

"I clearly know that one person's path cannot be replicated by another, and I can see that beneath my feet, the path of the Martial Dao stretches all the way to the peak; as long as I keep walking, I can reach the summit."

Looking at the incredibly arrogant Fang Can, Ye Qingshi couldn't help but ask: "Then what about me? What do you think of my aptitude?"

"You..." Fang Can glanced at her lightly and shook his head:

"With your current personality, you wouldn't be able to persist. Without an obsession like a deep-seated blood feud, you cannot walk this path with unwavering determination," Fang Can said honestly.

"Then is there no way to change one's aptitude? Like the protagonists in storybooks who suddenly have an epiphany and become incredibly resolute?"

"It's possible, but the price to pay is very high," Fang Can said flatly. Recently, he had gained some new understanding regarding the Idealist Martial Dao, which happened to be about aptitude.

He was pondering whether being corrupted counted as a high-level method to improve one's Martial Dao aptitude.

After all, the Idealist Martial Dao emphasized that one's heart and mind must be as one.

And corruption was exactly that.

Thinking only of leaving the master's side—I am going to die—how could this not be considered a heart and mind as one?

Next, one could utilize this state of unity to cultivate. For example, by imposing a terrifying punishment—like not being able to taste the master's [redacted] if one didn't get into Tsinghua University—he believed those who were corrupted would definitely study very hard just to taste the delicacy.

Therefore, corrupting others and walking the "Secondary Daughter Dao" might also be a way to improve aptitude.

Of course, this was just one of Fang Can's guesses; it could only be considered a line of thought for cultivation, and without specific experimentation, no conclusion could be drawn.

Hearing that the method came at a high price, Ye Qingshi had no interest in understanding it. She currently had no great desire for cultivation and said casually: "Then forget it, I don't plan on practicing anyway."

"Mm." Fang Can responded softly, closed his eyes again, and continued to focus on his cultivation.

Accompanied by the young girl, Fang Can practiced diligently.

Meanwhile, inside the martial hall, Ye Yonglie covered his face and sighed: "Is my aptitude really that poor? I have clearly been contemplating for half an hour, yet I cannot see even a hint of a Heart Manifestation."

"Master, do not be anxious. Hasn't Mr. Fang already agreed to stay?" Yan Zhi, standing to the side, spoke to console him:

"As long as Mr. Fang stays for one day, you can contemplate for one day; if he stays for ten days, you can contemplate for ten days."

Ye Yonglie lamented: "It would be good if Young Friend Fang stayed for three or five days, but if my Heart Manifestation requires thirty or fifty days of contemplation to be born, what am I to do?"

"Master, do not worry. When you are lost, think of your family," Yan Zhi said.

These words seemed to wake Ye Yonglie up; he turned his head abruptly and said: "What do you mean by that?"

"If the Grandmaster wishes to keep him here for the long term, it is not difficult; it would just require sacrificing Senior Sister Ye." Yan Zhi's face became half-lit and half-shadowed under the sunlight streaming in.

"Mr. Fang is new to the pugilistic world and is soft-hearted; perhaps we can use this to connect with him," Yan Zhi said slowly: "If the two families were to form a marriage alliance, given Mr. Fang's aptitude, wouldn't Master have hope of ascending to the heavens?"

"This..." Ye Yonglie hesitated.

It wasn't that he couldn't bear to part with his daughter.

After all, when he had removed his roots of trouble, he had already made up his mind to follow the Martial Dao for the rest of his life; could a mere daughter be more important than his life's foundation?

He was just a little worried that if things backfired, he might end up on bad terms with Fang Can.

"Master, you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a cub," Yan Zhi said from the side, fanning the flames.

"What do you want to do?" Master Ye asked, looking up, his eyes seemingly having already made a decision.

"There is no such thing as a thousand days of guarding against a thief, only a thousand days of being one. If you don't know how to demand money, surely you know how to give it?" Yan Zhi smiled with immense delight:

"Master, you just need to do this and that, and everything will be settled."

On this side, Fang Can used cultivation as an excuse to stay within three steps of Ye Qingshi for the majority of the time.

When combined with the use of medicinal pills, his cultivation speed rose rapidly, making him unable to help but wonder just how fast his cultivation speed could become if he were to hold her at close range.

As for the young girl, after enduring for a day, she arrived at the door of her boudoir. Feeling the highly noticeable presence of the youth not far behind her, she finally couldn't help but say, "Are you planning to follow me into my room as well?"

"Is that... really okay?" Fang Can said, feeling a bit embarrassed:

"That wouldn't be very appropriate, would it? Perhaps I should just cultivate outside so I don't disturb your sleep."

"So you do know it's not appropriate." Ye Qingshi was so angry she laughed, walking inside and slamming the door shut with a loud bang.