A Minor Boost Doesn't Count as Cheating

"Crazy?" Fang Can was full of astonishment.

Yang Lie nodded seriously. "That genius read too many books and began questioning the existence of martial arts. He said the human body simply had no meridians, and that the world must have some downward force holding people back. His master couldn't possibly float in midair without anything to rely on."

"In the end, he even wanted his master to cooperate with his research and investigate exactly what allowed people to fly. This directly enraged the Great Profound Sect's leader, who expelled him from the sect."

"After leaving the sect, according to unofficial rumors, that genius's cultivation began to slowly decline. In the end, his realm fell completely, and he became an ordinary person again."

"I heard his fiancée even called off their engagement afterward. All because he read a few more books. Tell me, isn't reading terrifying?" Yang Lie said with complete conviction.

What the Battle Through the Heavens? A perfectly good scientific talent got led astray by the brutes of the Martial Dao World. Fang Can couldn't help but complain inwardly.

"So there's no need to learn how to read at all. If there's a manual you don't understand, just have those scholars who can't even truss a chicken read it to us. If you're afraid of being deceived, find a few more to prevent them from coordinating their stories. You only need to believe in your own strength."

After saying that, Yang Lie waved his hand. "Go memorize your acupoints. If you haven't developed a sense of qi after a month, it means you aren't cut out for this. Go report to the Menial Servant Courtyard on your own."

With that, Yang Lie clasped his hands behind his back and leisurely walked into the distance, leaving Fang Can alone to stare blankly at the Iron Dummy before him.

"Why does it feel like everyone in this world is Heart-Pure?" Fang Can muttered inwardly.

Why was it that the more Sacred Quality As Before someone was, the more they could shine in martial arts? Wouldn't the number one martial arts genius have an Innate Dingzhen Sacred Body?

Just from Yang Lie's few words, Fang Can understood that martial arts in this world and scientific research were two completely opposite things.

After all, science was a method of exploring the laws of nature. It was reproducible and falsifiable.

But martial arts in this world were, in a sense, a fanatical religion of Idealism. Once a past belief was proven wrong, one's martial heart would shatter and all cultivation would be lost.

"Damn it, they're all lunatics." Fang Can cursed under his breath, but he still stepped up to the Iron Dummy and prepared to memorize its eighty-eight acupoints.

After roughly scanning the locations of each acupoint a few times, Fang Can stopped looking and instead turned his gaze toward the fellow disciples in the distance, each displaying their own abilities.

Footwork, palm techniques, fist techniques, saber techniques, spear techniques...

All kinds of martial arts moves were displayed by the Tiger Fiend Sect disciples. Every one of them was fierce and domineering, and naturally, some were practicing the Thirty-Six Tiger Devouring Fists.

After silently watching for several minutes, Fang Can took a light breath. He was about to take some pills and cheat.

With that thought, Fang Can pulled out a sealed bag from his clothes. Inside were seven transparent, colorless pills.

The scientific name of these pills was Arsenic Trioxide. In the martial world, it was known as Arsenic or Red-Crowned Crane Poison. Once swallowed and dissolved in the stomach, a mere 0.1 grams was enough to kill.

Every pill in Fang Can's bag contained at least twice the lethal dose. Once swallowed, when the capsule coating was digested, his death would be imminent.

As a Superpowered, he naturally had to develop and make use of his ability.

Fang Can's ability was Extreme Misfortune Brings Prosperity. It could only be triggered in negative circumstances. Under normal conditions, other than being a little more handsome, he was no different from an ordinary person.

So the question was how to stimulate his ability in a reasonable and safe manner.

Since there was no danger, couldn't he just create danger himself to trigger it?

This little bag of Arsenic was something he had paid someone to make back when he had been a rich second-generation heir.

Each arsenic pill was wrapped in edible soft gelatin. After about an hour, it would be dissolved by stomach acid. Once it reacted with his body, it wouldn't take long for Fang Can to die painfully, bleeding from all seven orifices.

But while it might kill him, the closer he came to death, the more his ability would be stimulated.

As death drew closer step by step, his ability would correspondingly raise his talent to heights ordinary people could hardly reach.

To guard against unexpected situations, he had always carried these pills with him so he could turn into a little genius whenever necessary.

When he transmigrated this time, these pills that had been kept close to his body naturally came along with the pajamas he had been wearing.

"So, emerge, my talent."

The corners of Fang Can's mouth curled slightly as he took out a transparent pill from the plastic bag and popped it into his mouth.

"Gulp!" As he swallowed, the arsenic entered his body completely.

The instant it went down, as the possibility of death increased, Fang Can's passive ability was triggered directly.

In an instant, Fang Can felt a tingling numbness at the nerve endings of his brain, and the whole world became vivid.

It was like a blind man being able to see or a cripple being able to run. Fang Can felt his body brimming with vitality, while his mind became abnormally calm.

Sloth, Lust, and other negative emotions that affected the body were suppressed, replaced by pure reason occupying his thoughts.

The sound of accelerated heartbeats, the weapons being swung in the distance, and every shout were forcibly crammed into Fang Can's brain. At the same time, things he had once overlooked or forgotten could now be easily recalled.

As all kinds of information were processed and absorbed at astonishing speed, his genius-enhanced self had already memorized the positions of the eighty-eight acupoints he had only glanced at moments ago.

"This is the difference between geniuses and ordinary people," Fang Can muttered.

But he knew this was only the beginning. He was not yet at his peak.

Over the next hour, as the capsule in his stomach was further corroded, his talent would transform and improve step by step.

Until the moment death arrived, his aptitude and luck would reach an extreme.

Of course, as long as he forced himself to vomit beforehand and expelled the arsenic from his stomach, the danger would naturally be lifted.

Fang Can stared expressionlessly at the fellow disciples practicing martial arts before him. "So... let me see whether your so-called martial arts are Idealistic enough."

"Or whether my aptitude and luck are superior."

As these thoughts surged through his mind, the Thirty-Six Tiger Devour Fist Techniques he had casually flipped through earlier were completely memorized.

And the techniques cultivated by the disciples before him began to be analyzed one by one in Fang Can's eyes.

Description Bar:

Detected that the host is in a harsh environment... Talent 1 triggered... Corresponding hidden attributes increased...

[Thirty-Two Tiger-Devouring Fists] learned

[Unknown Staff Technique] analyzed: 3%

[Unknown Spear Technique] analyzed: 1%

[Unknown Palm Technique] analyzed: 5%

[Unknown Leg Technique] analyzed: 2%

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No one knew that, in the eyes of a newly initiated disciple, the moves they practiced had been learned with effortless ease.