Heavenly Secret Ranking

Out of respect for Ye Qingshi's personal privacy, Fang Can felt a bit too embarrassed to force his way into her boudoir.

Therefore, for the entire night, Fang Can sat cross-legged at her door to cultivate.

By combining this with the medicinal pills he had taken, the two effects stacked; while it didn't quite reach the level of 1+1=2, hitting 1.7 was not a problem.

Feeling his recently stagnant aptitude steadily increasing once more, Fang Can became even more motivated in his cultivation.

Of course, while cultivating, several matters related to his aptitude surfaced in his mind.

"Miss Ye's sleep quality seems rather poor tonight," Fang Can judged to himself while sitting cross-legged at the door.

As Ye Qingshi's signal receiver, he could clearly sense the impact her movements had on his own aptitude.

The precision of this detection was down to the centimeter.

Standing at the door, he could clearly feel her tossing and turning all night, the constant rolling on the bed causing the signal to weaken.

"Is this hooligan planning to just stay at my door and never leave?"

Inside the young girl's boudoir, as the lights went out and the moonlight shone in from outside, Ye Qingshi could clearly see a dark shadow sitting cross-legged right at her threshold.

Seeing such a shadow on the door, regardless of whether it was a ghost or a person, was more than anyone could bear.

The moment she thought of Fang Can staying at her door throughout the long night, Ye Qingshi couldn't sleep at all.

She tossed and turned frequently, glancing at the door from time to time, wanting to know when he would leave.

But to her disappointment, that figure remained motionless, sitting firmly in place until she was too exhausted to stay awake and drifted off to sleep; Fang Can hadn't moved an inch the entire time.

Throughout the long night, Fang Can's body solidified. While practicing the Tiger-Subduing Dragon-Taming Golden Body, he did not neglect the increase in his Flesh Alienation, making progress in both simultaneously.

As the sun rose high the next day, after a night of hard work, Fang Can's strength had increased visibly.

Description Bar:

Flesh Alienation: 15%

Tiger-Subduing Dragon-Taming Golden Body: 35 vibrations per breath

This progress was not even the result of him cultivating his body with full effort; he only needed two more days to attempt a breakthrough to the Mysterious Pass Second Layer.

"At this rate, within two months, I can push my physical strength to the peak realm of the Mortal Shedding Body at the Mysterious Pass Tenth Layer," Fang Can silently calculated.

Of course, the prerequisite for all this was that he could spend the next two months like a tag-along, staying by Miss Ye's side.

Thinking about that scenario was quite awkward; not only would it damage her reputation, but he was also a refugee who couldn't stay here for long.

As he pondered this silently, the door behind him creaked open, and Ye Qingshi walked out of the room looking haggard.

Watching the youth sitting cross-legged like an old monk in meditation, the girl suppressed the urge to scold him, muttering to herself: "I must make this hooligan leave. Guarding a young woman's door all night—what kind of behavior is that? It's simply too rude."

With this strange mood, the girl had just intended to go out for a stroll when she felt a chill down her spine, realizing the persistent shadow was already sticking to her back.

"Ah!!!" Ye Qingshi exclaimed in frustration: "Can you stop following me? There are so many people in town; I'm not the only one who looks good. And if you want to look at beauty, why don't you look in a mirror? If that doesn't work, find those actors and put on some makeup; maybe you won't be inferior to me."

After venting the resentment she had accumulated all night in a rapid-fire burst, Ye Qingshi heard Fang Can say innocently: "Only Miss Ye is special; there is no substitute for the time being."

"Despicable..." Ye Qingshi gritted her teeth in anger, but after a cold snort, she chose to leave, letting Fang Can stick to her like a plaster.

But soon, she couldn't hold it together, because in the distance, Yan Zhi was already pushing a wheelchair over with a fawning smile: "Young Master Fang, the things you asked us to find yesterday."

Fang Can smiled and thanked him: "Thank you for the trouble. Could I ask you for one more favor?"

"Of course, no problem! As long as Young Master Fang speaks, I'll go through fire and water for you." That Yan Zhi thumped his chest loudly.

"It's not that dangerous, just a bit troublesome," Fang Can said as he sat directly into the wheelchair and pointed at the stunned Ye Qingshi nearby:

"Could you push me to follow behind Miss Ye? Wherever Miss Ye goes, I go. It's best not to stray too far."

"Ah... this..." Yan Zhi stared blankly at Fang Can, not expecting this to be his idea.

Guessing his intentions, he leaned into Fang Can's ear and whispered: "Young Master Fang, if you like Junior Sister Ye, you should try a different method. Constant pestering might be counterproductive."

Too lazy to explain the excuses he had fed Ye Qingshi, Fang Can raised his eyes: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. Since Young Master Fang insists, I can only comply."

Yan Zhi looked at Fang Can with helplessness, already labeling him as an ignorant youth who was in love for the first time, lacking experience and only knowing how to offer simple favors.

Thinking of his discussion with the pavilion master yesterday, Yan Zhi sighed inwardly: "Sigh, the youth knows not the taste of sorrow; I, an old man, have to provide the strategy."

Contemplating a countermeasure, Yan Zhi slowly pushed Fang Can behind Ye Qingshi, only to see the girl turn around, cold as frost, and walk back into the house without a word.

After all, going out like this was practically performance art.

Watching the girl retreat back into her boudoir, Yan Zhi looked down at the youth who was closing his eyes to rest but actually cultivating intently, and a deep sense of helplessness welled up.

Suddenly, he said: "Young Master Fang, the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion should have released the rankings this morning. Would you like to get a copy of the Heavenly Secret Ranking to take a look?"

"Heavenly Mystery Pavilion?" Fang Can, who had just arrived in this world, pondered; it seemed Jiang Ning'an had mentioned this organization as well.

Looking at Yan Zhi, Fang Can didn't want to ask what this Heavenly Secret Ranking was. He tossed out ten taels of silver and said with feigned indifference: "Then please go buy me a copy of the Heavenly Secret Ranking. Keep the change."

"What are you saying, Young Master? Serving you is my duty. I only hope the Young Master can give me some pointers on my martial arts later." Yan Zhi smiled, took the silver, and ran off like a flash.

Lost in thought, Fang Can gently knocked on the door of Ye Qingshi's room.

"What is it?" the young girl asked, opening the door with a huff.

"Miss Ye, do you know what the Heavenly Secret Ranking is?" Fang Can asked solemnly.

His intuition told him that this Heavenly Secret Ranking seemed rather unusual, so he had come directly to Ye Qingshi, who possessed no martial arts, to seek clarification.

"What kind of silly talk is that? Who wouldn't know the Heavenly Secret..." Halfway through her sentence, the girl stared at Fang Can's face and exclaimed in surprise, "You don't actually know what the Heavenly Secret Ranking is, do you?"

"I do," Fang Can replied immediately.

"Then tell me, what is the Heavenly Secret Ranking?"

Fang Can: ...

Watching the silent Fang Can, the corners of Ye Qingshi's bright and beautiful face slowly curled upward, unable to be suppressed.