This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

As she spoke, Liu Qingmeng shifted her petite body into a more comfortable position.

She lazily rested her head on Fang Can’s lap, her eyelashes fluttering as she enjoyed just how comfortable this prime human cauldron was.

He was practically warm in the winter and cool in the summer. Just being close to him could slowly heal one’s injuries.

If she could carry him around like a bolster pillow every day, she could extend her life and retain her youth forever without even doing anything.

Seeing her disciple staring at him with longing, Liu Qingmeng was suddenly struck by a moment of ”kindness” and said:

”Well? Don’t you like him? He’s completely unconscious right now, so you can do whatever you want with him.”

To further tempt her, Liu Qingmeng lightly patted Fang Can’s chest, producing a crisp THUMP THUMP.

”Master, you mustn’t! How could you act in such a way?” Jiang Ning’an said firmly after a moment’s hesitation. ”Feelings should be expressed with propriety. This sort of thing should be...”

Halfway through her sentence, she saw Liu Qingmeng grab Fang Can’s collar and yank it open, revealing his fair, delicate skin. ”Well? Want to lick it? Go on, do you want to?”

”I’m not going to entertain your nonsense, Master.” Jiang Ning’an turned her head away in a fluster.

But her state of mind was now in turmoil, making it impossible to enter a meditative state. She could only sit cross-legged on the floor, focusing inward to try and calm her heart.

’Heh, small fry. Just get ready to pump hard from behind for Fang Can later...’ Liu Qingmeng snorted inwardly, but her body suddenly stiffened.

A warm palm had gently covered her small face. ”Senior, what do you think you’re doing?”

Gently smoothing out his slightly disheveled clothes, Fang Can grabbed Liu Qingmeng’s slender waist with both hands as if she were a large doll, lifted her up, and set her aside.

”Weren’t you cultivating?” Treated like a child, Liu Qingmeng said with annoyance, ”Why did you stop? It hasn’t even been an hour.”

”I felt like someone was talking about me,” Fang Can said honestly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone on the coffee table in front of him rang.

Casually picking up the phone, Fang Can had just answered when he heard Ji Donglai’s serious voice on the other end. ”There’s something I might need you to handle.”

”Is this about the new arrivals again?”

”No, but it’s related. Our world has been invaded by players. There are a lot...”

Over the phone, Ji Donglai went on and on, mentioning things like ”players,” ”another world,” and so on.

Fang Can’s initial casualness turned to seriousness the more he listened. ’So something like this is actually happening.’

”So, why are you calling me?” Fang Can asked.

”It’s just that those players aren’t being very cooperative, so I want you to go and sort them out. Your abilities are well-suited for it, after all,” Ji Donglai said flatly.

”Alright, I’ll go take a look. Send me the location,” Fang Can said with a nod.

After hanging up, he looked at the two women staring intently at him and said, ”I have to go out for a bit. There’s a small matter to take care of.”

”Oh, right. About this ’player’ business, you need to inform the Great Derivation side after you get back.”

”After all, with 50 million players flooding in, we could be caught off guard if we don’t prepare.”

Fang Can instructed the two, intending for Jiang Ning’an to inform Liu Qingmeng’s main body after she returned.

When the time comes, Liu Qingmeng can take action. With the authority of a Fourth Turn, she can make arrangements in advance to avoid a bloodbath when 50 million players, who are all focused on grinding monsters to level up, come barging in.

After giving them careful instructions, Fang Can got up to leave, but was stopped by a soft voice from behind him.

”Fang Can.” A faint blush appeared on Jiang Ning’an’s porcelain-white face. To Liu Qingmeng’s utter shock, she said softly,

”If... if you have time tonight, could you show me around the nearby market streets? I want to get familiar with the area.”

’The... the Victim is fighting back! Is this really my disciple?’ Liu Qingmeng’s face was a picture of horror.

But the young woman who had just asked him on a date had already lowered her slender, pale neck in embarrassment, her hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

If it weren’t for the sense of crisis her master had instilled in her, who knows how long she would have put off taking the initiative.

”Of course, no problem. I’ll take you to have a look then.” Fang Can gave a gentle smile, made his promise, and then vanished from the room.

Soaring freely through the air, he followed the location Ji Donglai had sent and flew toward D City, where all the captured players were currently being held.

...

Inside a D City prison, Blood Hand Mad Demon was shackled at the ankles and locked into a steel chair, his body so limp he couldn’t muster a shred of strength.

Behind him was a canister containing several liters of concentrated anesthetic, which was being continuously fed into his body like an IV drip.

If his upgraded body weren’t so strong, he would have already died from the drugs.

’Dammit, you can only create one account in this game, and you can’t even delete your character and start over if you die. I’m completely stuck now.’

Blood Hand Mad Demon cursed inwardly. He wasn’t too worried about his situation; no matter what happened here, it couldn’t threaten his real body.

As he was thinking, a prison guard came in, put his body in a wheelchair, and began pushing him out.

”Hey, what do you think you’re doing? Didn’t you hear what I said before? If you don’t cooperate with us players, you’d better watch out once we get established. We’ll kill every last one of you.”

Along the way, Blood Hand Mad Demon kept shouting, but the guard ignored him, silently pushing his anesthetized body toward the interrogation room.

On the way to the interrogation room, Blood Hand Mad Demon saw many other players being escorted just like him.

If nothing else, the glittering gold IDs above their heads gave away their identities. Most of them were acquaintances from that chat group for gaming streamers.

These people were all restrained. They exchanged glances but didn’t speak, instead logging out of the game to exchange information in the real world.

After they finished talking and logged back into the game, they looked at the oblivious prison guards with even more derision.

In this strange silence, these dozens of male and female gaming streamers were pushed into the interrogation room.

Inside, a handsome young man with white hair and red eyes was sitting quietly in a chair, calmly looking at each player who entered.

Glittering in gold above his head was: [Fang Can · First Turn]

’It’s an NPC who’s already completed his class advancement!’

’That guy was in the CG cutscene!’

’He’s even better-looking than the character model I created!’

...

As the players sized him up, Blood Hand Mad Demon was the first to speak.

”You must be the representative for those superpowered people, here to negotiate. You’ve considered my deal, right? Since you superpowered types don’t care about ordinary people anyway, it’s only reasonable for you to contribute a few million of them to us each year.”

In response to his words, Fang Can slowly lifted his head and said coldly, ”Did I give you permission to speak?”

The moment he finished speaking, the jawbone of Blood Hand Mad Demon, who had just been speaking so fluently, was instantly twisted into powder by a force field. The sight was incredibly gruesome.

But even with his jaw shattered to pieces, Blood Hand Mad Demon’s expression remained unchanged as he said:

”It’s useless. I’m a player. I’ve completely blocked all pain sensations. And even if you kill me, I can revive without a scratch.”

Looking at the man’s current state, Fang Can said flatly, ”You’re right. But I’m a luck-based superhuman.”