In the young woman's bedroom, Fang Can looked at Ye Qingshi, bound from head to toe with hemp rope, his eyes full of exasperation.
Only now did he understand how terrifying God-Worshiping could be.
It was the resolve of a fanatic who had mortgaged everything he had.
Abandoning his wife and daughter, spending every last coin of his family fortune—all just to let the gods enjoy themselves! Even Gojo Satoru would have been impressed.
"Mm! Mm!" When Ye Qingshi saw Fang Can come in, she let out muffled cries through the handkerchief stuffed in her mouth and kept wriggling away from him in defiance.
"Tsk." Seeing her like this, Fang Can couldn't help laughing. Then he finally spoke.
"Miss Ye, could you stop looking at me like I'm a ghost? Why do you people all think I'm a lecher? What could possibly be more appealing than martial arts?"
As he spoke, Fang Can stepped forward and yanked the silk scarf from Ye Qingshi's mouth. "I told you, I'm not very interested in young women who still have basic physiological needs."
He raised a hand to cover Ye Qingshi's mouth as she tried to curse him, feeling her silver teeth clamp down on his skin.
From Ye Qingshi's eyes, Fang Can could tell she was truly furious. She was biting down with all her strength.
But Fang Can's Tiger-Subduing Dragon-Taming Golden Body had already reached the threshold of mastery. His skin had an innate, springy resilience, and there was no way an untrained young woman could hurt him.
Ye Qingshi felt as if she were biting into a large piece of soft yet incredibly resilient rubber. No matter how hard she gnawed, she couldn't break the skin.
Fang Can continued, "Miss Ye, stop making a fuss. I just want to practice