This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 250: Chapter 248: AI-Generated Images, Isn’t Imagination Amazing

’Elder Liu... actually didn’t make a move?’

Staring at the now-empty room, Fang Can was a little bewildered.

He had already prepared for battle, ready for a showdown with a Fourth Turn expert, but he never expected his opponent to just run away.

Although, in his current state, he could barely handle an ordinary Third Turn. A Fourth Turn could kill him in less than a second.

But Liu Qingmeng wasn’t just any other Fourth Turn; Fang Can still had a sliver of confidence that he could counter her.

After all, Fang Can’s AT Field had a unique characteristic.

Anything he had ever connected with would be automatically remembered.

In simple terms, the next time he connected, he wouldn’t need the other party’s consent. He could bypass their Heart Image’s defenses and connect instantly.

It wasn’t very Martial Dao, but it was a lot like Wi-Fi.

As long as Fang Can activated his field and forced it to the highest setting, he could definitely make Liu Qingmeng lose focus for a split second.

Then, he would exploit the opening revealed when Elder Liu was dazed and her defenses were down.

Fang Can could then use the ultimate Profound Secret of the Orchid Brushing Acupoint Hand—Interlocking Rings.

This move was also especially effective against the opposite sex. If it landed, Fang Can was certain that even a Fourth Turn expert wouldn’t recover for at least two hours.

That would give him plenty of time to escape.

The entire plan was incredibly bold, and Fang Can was all set to counterattack, but she had ended up letting him go.

’What’s going on? This doesn’t seem like Elder Liu’s style at all.’

But since he didn’t have to fight a Fourth Turn ahead of schedule, this was naturally the best outcome.

Fang Can relaxed his raised middle finger and took a moment to calm his tense nerves.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ning’an was being whisked away toward Jiejian Mountain by her master, a bewildered look on her face.

Jiang Ning’an asked, ’Master, why are you doing this?’

”I’m taking you back to the mountain,” Liu Qingmeng said stiffly, transforming into a streak of light as the scenery below blurred past.

”But... what about Fang Can?” Jiang Ning’an asked hurriedly. ”He’s being hunted by all the nations right now. This is when he needs me most.”

’My master was clearly so close with Fang Can in the mortal world,’ she thought. ’Why is she throwing a fit the moment we’re back?’

”Don’t mention his name in front of me again. He can do whatever he wants. Do you think I can control him?” Liu Qingmeng didn’t even realize her own tone was dripping with jealousy.

But the more she said this, the more her heart ached as if it were tied in knots.

Realizing her state of mind was off, she sneered inwardly in agony, ’It’s just a soft, tender avatar’s consciousness. Once I refine this trivial, distracting thought, we’ll see how you can affect my mood.’

But the more Liu Qingmeng tried to suppress this consciousness, the more her own mind fractured.

The next moment, a cold laugh echoed in her mind: ’Still talking tough! Still talking tough! If I get suppressed, that’s a thumbs-down for me. If you can resist, that’s a thumbs-up for you.’

Liu Qingmeng remained silent, preparing to directly obliterate this wisp of consciousness in her mind.

But the moment the thought arose, her mind was instantly spammed with countless explicit images of Fang Can.

Xiaoliu had taken the opportunity to see *everything* while Fang Can was cultivating.

Now that these memories had returned, they had naturally entered the main body’s mind as well.

Now, in a case of the left brain attacking the right, Xiaoliu’s ridiculously powerful imagination instantly generated a flood of images featuring Fang Can and herself inside Liu Qingmeng’s own head.

Imagination is a strange thing, isn’t it?

Jiang Ning’an, carried by Liu Qingmeng, suddenly felt their flight become unstable, as if they were about to crash.

She looked up and saw her master’s face flushed, her breathing unsteady. It was obvious that Fang Can had somehow managed to infuriate her.

’Master is truly angry,’ Jiang Ning’an sighed to herself.

But why did she feel like a child being taken back to her mother’s family home after her parents had a fight?

’What am I thinking? How could Fang Can and Master be like a married couple? I’m obviously the female lead, right?’ the Victim thought subconsciously.

Meanwhile, Liu Qingmeng felt the endless stream of images generating in her mind—images where she was either rolling her eyes back or flashing V-signs with both hands in the most vulgar poses.

She trembled with rage. ’Vulgar, sleazy, and crude! Are you even me?!’

Visions of Fang Can using the 108 Styles of the Lewd God’s Curse on her kept popping into her head. Liu Qingmeng felt that she’d have to wash her white robes again as soon as she got back.

’Have you no sense of decency? Using my own face and body to generate these images!’

Liu Qingmeng roared at herself in frustration. For the first time, she felt that having too good of an imagination was a crime.

As if it thought Liu Qingmeng had a point, the generation of images in her mind paused for a moment, then resumed with new pictures.

Only this time, the subjects had changed. It had switched to scenes featuring Jiang Ning’an, Ye Qingshi, and the various other members of Fang Can’s harem.

Since it wasn’t familiar with those characters, some parts were pixelated or blurred with holy light and shadow effects, and occasionally, the fingers would look distorted.

This time, Liu Qingmeng found it even more unbearable.

Compared to being the star of the images herself, seeing these raw pictures of other people with Fang Can made her heart ache even faster. This was even worse than before.

’You’re not allowed to generate these either,’ Liu Qingmeng fumed.

The other consciousness also seemed unable to stand this self-restraint and switched the protagonist back to her own likeness.

The instant the subject was switched back, her heart stopped aching and was replaced once again by mortified anger.

Lu Xun once said that when someone refuses to let you open a window, if you threaten to tear off the roof, they will immediately agree to open the window.

Now, after seeing the pictures of other people, Liu Qingmeng suddenly found the lewd images of herself and Fang Can acceptable.

Calming herself and silently chanting a mantra of purity and abstinence, Liu Qingmeng flew back into the mountain and immediately announced that she was sealing it off from all outside affairs.

At such a critical time, for Jiejian Mountain—Fang Can’s most obvious backer—to seal itself off and leave him outside sent a clear signal.

’Hmph. Who cares about some avatar? Let’s see if Fang Can can even make it back alive from the other Fourth Turns first.’

Liu Qingmeng sneered, but the next moment, the distracting thought mocked her:

’Besides, those superhumans from the New Country have probably already reached Great Chu. By saying nothing, you’re already taking a stance. Stop pretending your heart is as pure as ice.’

’If you were truly heartless, you’d go tell the other Fourth Turns about the superhumans. You’re just asking for another spam of pictures.’

As the thought turned in her mind, the distracting consciousness spammed her with another thousand pictures of Fang Can.

Thoughts manifest from the heart; most of these pictures showed Liu Qingmeng holding onto Fang Can, which threw her main consciousness into another bout of turmoil.

’I need to suppress you! I don’t have time to talk to the other Fourth Turns,’ Liu Qingmeng said stubbornly, only to be mocked again by the distracting thought for being soft.

Seeing her disciple, who had just returned to the mountain but was already preparing to leave again, she irritably tossed her into the Scripture Pavilion, cast a spell to confine her, and grounded her on the spot.

”You’re so weak, what kind of trouble are you trying to cause? You can’t even defeat your own master, yet you want to go save your lover? In your next life, maybe,” Liu Qingmeng said to Jiang Ning’an, her voice sharp with disappointment.