Chapter 51: Likes Being Passive
In the young lady’s chamber, Fang Can stared speechlessly at Ye Qingshi, who was tied up tightly with hemp rope.
Only now did he understand the terror of god-worship.
It was the unyielding resolve of a fanatic willing to sacrifice everything they owned.
Abandoning their wives and daughters, squandering their fortunes—all for the amusement of a god! Even Gojo Satoru would be put to shame.
"MMPH! MMPH!" Seeing Fang Can enter, Ye Qingshi, her mouth stuffed with a handkerchief, let out a series of muffled cries. She defiantly tried to shuffle away from him.
’Tch.’ Seeing her act like this, Fang Can couldn’t help but chuckle. Then, he finally spoke:
"Miss Ye, would you please stop looking at me like you’ve seen a ghost? Why does everyone think I’m some kind of lecher? How could that possibly be more appealing than martial arts?"
As he spoke, he stepped forward and yanked the silk scarf from Ye Qingshi’s mouth. "I told you, I’m not that interested in young ladies who are still... developing."
He raised a hand and covered her mouth just as she was about to shout a curse, feeling her teeth sink into the flesh of his palm.
Fang Can could see the fury in Ye Qingshi’s eyes and knew she was biting down with all her might.
However, Fang Can had already taken the first steps in mastering his Taming Tiger and Dragon Golden Body. His skin possessed a supple yet resilient quality. There was no way a mere girl with no cultivation could possibly hurt him.
Ye Qingshi felt as if she were biting down on a thick, soft, yet incredibly tough rubber band. No matter how hard she bit, she couldn’t even break the skin.
Fang Can continued, "Miss Ye, stop making a scene. I just want to cultivate in peace. Please don’t waste any more of my time."
At this, he threatened in a perfectly level voice, "If you continue to cause a ruckus, Miss Ye, I’ll have to resort to more forceful methods."
"For instance, for every time you scream, I’ll remove one piece of your clothing."
’It might sound a bit twisted—actually, thinking about it, it’s pretty damn twisted—but it’s an effective method, isn’t it?’
With that, Fang Can slowly pulled his hand away from her face. The next instant, an furious cry erupted from Ye Qingshi’s lips.
"Fang Can! You lech—"
Before she could finish her sentence, the sound of fabric tearing echoed in the room. Fang Can had grabbed her collar, ready to apply force.
In the next moment, a sweet fragrance wafted into Fang Can’s nose. It seemed to be Ye Qingshi’s natural scent.
From the scent alone, Fang Can felt as if a lotus flower were blooming right in front of him.
’This scent is actually giving me a sense of synesthesia,’ Fang Can judged, his high school knowledge not yet forgotten.
His direct approach had an immediate effect. Ye Qingshi’s words were cut off completely, and she could only glare at Fang Can with hateful eyes.
’Hmph. That shut her up,’ Fang Can thought with a smug smile, seeing that she had yielded.
"You... What on earth do you want?" Ye Qingshi asked through gritted teeth.
"I already told you. I just want Miss Ye to help me with my cultivation," Fang Can said simply.
"How?" Ye Qingshi asked.
"Hmm... How about you hug me, Miss Ye?" Fang Can asked after a moment of thought.
"What did you say?" Ye Qingshi’s eyes widened, and she looked ready to curse him again, but she thought back to what he’d just done and forced herself to stop.
She took a deep breath and said, "Not only do you want to take liberties with me, you want *me* to be the one to initiate it?"
’What’s next? "Miss Ye, help me undress." "Miss Ye, give me a hand..." Then it’ll be, "Miss Ye, don’t go in there," "Miss Ye, sit on it," and "Miss Ye, do the work yourself..."’
In an instant, Ye Qingshi’s mind raced through countless scenarios. Thinking of those images, she felt Fang Can was simply inhuman.
’So you like to be passive, is that it?’
"I’ve said it already, this isn’t me taking liberties with you," Fang Can said, holding his hands up.
"This is just my Cultivation Technique. And since your clothes are coming off one way or another, you might as well cooperate, Miss Ye."
"You..." Ye Qingshi pointed at Fang Can, so angry she could barely speak.
"Miss Ye, since you’re already here, you might as well just go along with me," Fang Can said, his eyes filled with utmost sincerity.
But seeing her hesitation, Fang Can sighed. "Fine, I’ll come to you then."
After he spoke, Ye Qingshi felt her body tense up. A moment later, a weight settled on her shoulder. Fang Can had rested his head there, seemingly falling into a deep sleep.
She tried to struggle, but a low, faintly magnetic voice sounded by her ear. "Don’t move. I’m starting my cultivation."
"Damn lecher," Ye Qingshi muttered, gritting her teeth in frustration. She knew she was no match for him. The more she struggled, the worse her punishment would be.
Ignoring the stream of curses rising in the young woman’s mind, Fang Can focused his awareness inward, sensing the changes in his body.
Ever since that booklet had been distributed in the morning, Fang Can’s Misfortune’s Reversal talent had been continuously active.
As time went on, Fang Can felt his aptitude stabilize at fifty times its normal level.
Combined with being in close physical contact with Ye Qingshi, it fully stabilized at sixty times his normal aptitude.
That meant sixty times the luck, sixty times the talent, sixty times the intuition, and sixty times the willpower of an ordinary person...
Relying on his intuition alone, he could vaguely sense countless streams of malice gathering toward his location from unseen places.
It was the invasive gaze of billions of Martial Artists and mortals across the world. Even if only one in ten thousand of them felt any hostility, the resulting number was still terrifying.
’This feels a bit dangerous,’ Fang Can thought, leaning on the girl’s shoulder. He couldn’t help but feel the pressure mounting.
He was going to need some basic self-defense skills, especially those focused on lethal combat.
’First, I’ll train the Taming Tiger and Dragon Golden Body to its peak, and then I’ll start trying to modify the Cultivation Technique,’ Fang Can mused. ’Of course, I can’t neglect raising my Realm, either.’
With this thought, the efficiency of his skin’s tempering process maximized. Boosted by his incredible aptitude, it advanced bit by bit toward its pinnacle.
Meanwhile, Ye Qingshi, still held in Fang Can’s embrace, felt his body begin to tremble slightly. Strange waves of vibration pulsed from him.
’What is this guy doing?’ Ye Qingshi wondered, feeling the ceaseless vibrations running through his body.
But to her slight relief, Fang Can showed no intention of actually making a move on her. The entire morning, the two of them had done nothing more than hold each other.
On Fang Can’s end, however, thanks to his increased aptitude, he had managed to raise the resonance of his skin to sixty-nine vibrations per breath in just a single morning.
He didn’t increase it further because the resilience of his flesh and blood could only handle that much for now.
As his Realm increased, his skin would naturally be able to handle a high-frequency vibration of eighty-one times per breath.
’Next, it’s time to start experimenting with some new research...’ Fang Can thought, his eyes still closed.