This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

’Th-th-th-this... How is this possible!’

Yuan Dang clenched his jaw, his body trembling with fear. He never imagined the future could be so completely altered.

’According to the original timeline, shouldn’t Fang Can have refused? How could he possibly agree? Where did it go wrong? I’m sure I haven’t done anything.’

In that moment, Yuan Dang felt his advantage of knowing the future evaporate. The future no longer seemed reliable.

And as for what Fang Can himself was thinking?

’My aptitude tripled for no reason... I wonder if that guy hiding in the shadows is planning to assassinate me once I leave the city. I might as well stay a day and see what happens.’

As for why he agreed to Hall Master Ye’s request? He simply looked so pitiful, with tears streaming down his aged face. It was an easy thing to agree to. Staying for one day was no big deal.

Yuan Dang had no idea that at this very moment, his mere presence was the cause of the change in Fang Can’s behavior.

In the original timeline, Fang Can would never have triggered this supposed threefold increase in his aptitude. He would have naturally chosen to become a wanderer.

"Excellent, excellent! As long as you agree, Young Master Fang, that is all that matters. I am willing to sponsor you with a thousand taels of Silver per day. I only ask that you teach us for one hour each day." Seeing Fang Can agree, Ye Yonglie was overjoyed. He nodded repeatedly, afraid Fang Can might go back on his word.

The Disciples standing by were also beaming with joy. This meant they, too, could learn about the Heart Image.

"I’ll have a first-class guest room prepared for you right away, Young Master Fang," Hall Master Ye said. Just as he was about to give the order to a Disciple, a voice as crisp and clear as an oriole’s song came from outside. "Father, I’m home!"

’This is bad.’ The instant he heard the voice, Yuan Dang felt his hands and feet turn ice-cold.

That was the voice of his senior martial sister.

In his previous life, the last time Yuan Dang had heard that voice was when it had turned into a sorrowful cry as she was abducted by Fang Can’s band of lesbians.

Sure enough, as Yuan Dang’s gaze followed the sound, he saw something that made him burn with fury: Fang Can was staring, transfixed, at his senior sister’s stunningly beautiful face.

’It’s all over!!!’ Yuan Dang despaired.

’This girl...’ Fang Can did indeed find himself in a daze upon hearing the young woman’s crisp, sweet voice and seeing her beautiful face.

Of course, it wasn’t that he was captivated by her beauty. After all, while the young woman before him was very, very, *very* beautiful, Jiang Ning’an was no less stunning, and each had her own unique charm.

Back when he faced Jiang Ning’an, Fang Can had remained utterly calm, practically asexual. Mere beauty like this was even less of a concern. He’d rather jerk off to his own reflection while dressed in drag.

What truly felt strange to Fang Can was that with the young woman’s appearance, his innate passive talent had somehow jumped from a threefold boost to a fivefold one. ’What the hell is going on?’

Puzzled, Fang Can took the initiative and moved closer to the young woman.

One step... two steps...

With each step he took, under Yuan Dang’s hate-filled glare, Fang Can could clearly feel his aptitude increasing.

By the time he was standing right in front of her, admiring her gorgeous face up close, Fang Can could clearly feel his aptitude had soared to a terrifying twelvefold boost.

’Heh, is this some kind of beauty-based aura?’

Fang Can grew curious. He even began to wonder just how high his aptitude would climb if he hugged the young woman, got a little closer... or maybe even went a step further.

YIKES!

Startled by Fang Can’s sudden proximity, the young woman flinched and instinctively shrank back. "Who are you? How rude!"

Sensing his aptitude drop as she backed away, Fang Can turned to Hall Master Ye. "Is this young lady your daughter, Hall Master?"

"Young Master Fang, this is indeed my daughter, Ye Qingshi," the Hall Master said with a knowing smile, guessing at a certain possibility.

"Qing Shi, this is Fang Can, a brilliant Disciple of the Tiger Slaughter Sect. He is a true young prodigy. Despite his youth, he has already reached the same Realm as I have, and he has even manifested a Heart Image."

Seeing Hall Master Ye confirm it, Fang Can pressed on. "Does your daughter live here in the hall? If so, might I have a guest room next to her chambers?"

The moment he said it, Fang Can felt his aptitude spike again. Feeling the fluctuation, he started to wonder if he’d awakened some kind of dating-sim system where he got stronger just by interacting with beautiful girls.

Little did Fang Can know that with this request, the hatred in Yuan Dang’s heart had reached its absolute limit.

’Fang Can, you bastard! I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll kill you!!!’ Yuan Dang roared silently, yet he was too cowardly to take a single step. His only choice was to endure.

As for Fang Can, when the Disciples of the Lieyang Martial Arts Hall heard his request, they all got teasing, suggestive looks on their faces, as if to say, "Ooooh~."

Even Ye Yonglie wondered to himself, ’Could it be that Young Master Fang hasn’t castrated himself?’

That’s right. Castration.

Every single male Martial Artist in the entire Lieyang Martial Arts Hall, including Ye Yonglie himself, was a eunuch.

This was because castration was a known method for increasing the efficiency of one’s training.

Thus, after turning fourteen and becoming able to father children, many Martial Artists would quickly produce an heir to continue their bloodline before cutting away their ’root of all troubles’.

In other words, of the several hundred men in the entire Lieyang Martial Arts Hall—from the Hall Master down to the doorman—Fang Can was the only one who still had balls.

This was also why, despite Ye Qingshi being an absolute bombshell, none of the other men present felt the slightest bit of envy, jealousy, or hatred upon seeing Fang Can’s attitude. There was no fighting over a woman.

Their own ’hardware’ was insufficient; they simply didn’t have the functionality anymore. It had all been snipped off. Why the hell would they still be into women?

This wasn’t just happening in the Lieyang Martial Arts Hall, either. The vast majority of Martial Artists were in the same condition.

You won’t even cut off your own dick, so what right do you have to practice the Martial Dao? Do you think you’re some peerless genius?

In a way, if Fang Can’s story were to unfold like a hentai plot, it might have a title like this: *The Last Man in a World of Asexual Cultivators*.

As for why Yuan Dang felt jealous, it was because his had grown back after he entered the Heaven-Ascending Road. He had re-entered the world of normal men who were still ’rooted’.

"Father, I refuse."

Hearing Fang Can’s words, Ye Qingshi peeked out from behind Ye Yonglie, chiding him in her thoughts. ’How can he be so brazen!’

But even as she thought this, a strange notion began to coil in her mind—a feeling of pleasant surprise, and an affirmation of her own worth.

Growing up, because everyone around her was ’useless’ in that particular way, no one had ever shown any obvious romantic interest in her.

And what about the ordinary men who hadn’t castrated themselves? The difference in their social status was too vast; they never even had the chance to meet her.

So, while Fang Can’s attitude was intense, Ye Qingshi, surprisingly, felt no disgust. Instead, she felt a sense of novelty, as if she were meeting a normal man for the very first time.

Most importantly, compared to her other martial brothers who had trained themselves into Arnold-esque mountains of muscle, Fang Can’s exquisite features made him seem like an Immortal.

Facing his daughter’s petulant complaint, the Hall Master smiled and smoothed things over. "Young Master Fang is an exceptionally talented man. He is here to help me improve my Realm. You mustn’t be so childish."