This High Martial World is Too Crazy!!!

Chapter 271: Chapter 268: The Fourth Turn’s Arrogant Mask of the Heart

The main hall of Suxin Pavilion was so still you could hear a pin drop.

A beautiful, human-shaped figure formed from crackling lightning appeared in the center of the hall.

Liu Qingmeng surveyed the chaotic scene, her brows furrowed as rage began to churn within her.

’Never mind the rest of it. Aside from a select few like Yan Chqing and a young woman in a red skirt, everyone else’s style is... wild?’

Fang Can was the most outrageous of all. He stood barefoot on the cold, black jade tiles, the blood energy steaming from his body condensing into a light mist in the morning sun.

His cascading silver hair was dotted with crystalline beads of sweat. The rise and fall of his shoulder blades with each breath highlighted the smooth, muscular lines of his back.

In layman’s terms, Fang Can’s current state was... the emperor’s new clothes.

This was especially true since he had just completed the one hundred and eight movements of the divine curse, and his body was now brimming with draconic blood energy.

Looking at the scene before her, Liu Qingmeng could clearly imagine the horrific treatment Fang Can must have endured after emerging from the Reversal Gate.

”Fang Can, have some decency,” Liu Qingmeng said coldly, averting her gaze, unable to look directly at the young man.

”Oh...”

Seeing someone he knew, Fang Can felt a bit awkward and began to rein in his own body.

With a HISS like deflating...

After the white smoke cleared, his bulging muscles instantly cooled down, and his body returned to its normal size.

He was just about to bend down and pick up the cloth, but Yan Chqing snatched it away.

Yan Chqing’s crimson, wide sleeves spread out like a flowing sunset. She rested her chin on Fang Can’s shoulder, her cascading black hair tangling with his silver strands. She shot Liu Qingmeng a sidelong glance, looking just like a leopard cat protecting its food.

Hugging Fang Can tightly from behind, Yan Chqing looked at Liu Qingmeng with a provocative gaze and said:

”Well, well. Fang Can belongs to my Suxin Pavilion now. What does he have to do with your Jiejian Mountain?”

”Oh, my. I almost forgot.”

Yan Chqing suddenly slapped her forehead. ”I just remembered! Fang Can came from Jiejian Mountain, didn’t he? So how did he end up here with me?”

”Oh, that’s right. It seems your Jiejian Mountain cast him aside like a worn-out shoe. I saw poor little Fang Can, unwanted by anyone, so I took pity on him and picked him up from the Reversal Gate.”

”He’s been broken in by my Suxin Pavilion now. Trying to snatch him back at this point wouldn’t be very proper, would it?”

As she spoke, Yan Chqing’s crimson lips nearly brushed against Fang Can’s earlobe, but her gaze didn’t show the slightest hint of weakness.

Sandwiched between the two women, and still in his ’emperor’s new clothes’ state, Fang Can felt a bit awkward.

’And while he felt Yan Chqing wasn’t wrong, her phrasing could use some work. Her tone was way too harsh.’

As for Liu Qingmeng, she had previously said that even if Fang Can stood before her, she would be fearless.

But now that Fang Can really was standing there, she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

Seeing this old maid’s reaction, Yan Chqing was endlessly amused. She provocatively reached out and roughly ruffled the ’fire truck’s’ head, making Fang Can even more afraid to move.

As fellow Fourth Turn old maids.

The difference in their league might have been even greater than the difference in power between Sand Whale and Xiang Hongtu.

Liu Qingmeng turned her head away, ignoring Yan Chqing’s words. Instead, she asked in a cold tone, ”Fang Can, are you coming with me? Or are you staying here!”

Her tone was filled with confidence; she was absolutely certain of Fang Can’s choice.

With her, he would be safe.

But with this group of women from Suxin Pavilion, the outcome in three days would be abandonment.

Couldn’t Fang Can tell which choice was better?

The moment these words were spoken, Yan Chqing’s expression immediately grew tense.

Because if Liu Qingmeng were to take him by force, she wasn’t confident she could keep Fang Can.

Looking at the cold fairy with her head turned away, and feeling the femme fatale hugging him tightly from behind, Fang Can took a deep breath and made his choice.

”Elder Liu, I must ask you to leave. I have important matters to attend to and cannot go with you. Please, go on your way.”

Liu Qingmeng: ?!!!

With a stunned expression, Liu Qingmeng could no longer be bothered with Fang Can’s current state. She stared at the young man in front of her in disbelief.

”What did you say?” Liu Qingmeng asked again.

”I said, I appreciate the thought, Elder,” Fang Can reiterated. ”But I have important things to do. Please, go on your way.”

Looking at the calm-faced Fang Can, and the bewitching woman behind him with her chin resting on his shoulder, Liu Qingmeng even began to think that his mind was being controlled by this person.

’Otherwise, there’s no reason he wouldn’t leave with me. What kind of bewitching potion has he taken?’

Liu Qingmeng’s fingertips trembled imperceptibly, and the knuckles of her hand gripping the sword hilt turned white.

Lightning danced restlessly at the tips of her hair, like shattered stars falling into the deep sea, making her pale face seem even colder and more desolate.

The decadent, fragrant air of Suxin Pavilion suddenly turned bone-chilling. She turned her head to look directly into the young man’s calm gaze, but in her peripheral vision, she caught sight of Yan Chqing’s hand clinging to his shoulder.

Besides disbelief, a mix of grievance, frustration, irritation, and bitterness churned in her chest.

’Could my months of careful teaching really not compare to a single day with this Suxin Pavilion demoness?’

In her mind, her distracting thoughts had already begun to sob, frantically blaming and pressuring her true self.

’It’s not your fault, so is it Fang Can’s fault? If you hadn’t made such a fuss, Fang Can would be watching the morning sunrise with me from a bedroom on Jiejian Mountain right now.’

’It’s hopeless! Even if Fang Can is just a simple workhorse, Suxin Pavilion fed him the day he arrived! You don’t give him any feed, yet you expect him to slave away for you. Why would my Fang Can ever choose you?’

’Waaah! It’s all your fault for acting up! All your fault! I’ll kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!’

’It’s all your fault Fang Can didn’t choose me... *sob sob sob*...’

’Three months with you weren’t as pleasurable as one night in Suxin Pavilion. You’re a complete failure.’

...

Ignoring the frantic, trouble-making thoughts in her head, Liu Qingmeng looked at Fang Can and asked seriously, ”Why won’t you leave with me?”

She refused to believe what her inner thoughts were screaming—that Fang Can was one to be swayed by mere beauty. If he were, he would have gotten together with Xiaoliu or Jiang Ning’an back in the real world long ago. It wouldn’t have dragged on until now.

So, looking at Fang Can, Liu Qingmeng said seriously, ”Even if you’re captivated by these women, you should know that in two days, the people of Suxin Pavilion will still hand you over to the other Fourth Turns!”

”Of course, I know that.”

Fang Can remained composed, his gaze clear as he looked at Yan Chqing’s porcelain-white hand on the ’fire truck’. ”But what I want is to meet those Fourth Turns.”

”What are you planning to do?” Liu Qingmeng’s expression was unreadable, unable to guess Fang Can’s motive.

Even Yan Chqing and the others were a little curious after hearing Fang Can’s words.

She was extremely curious what this little man was thinking. Instead of trying to escape, he actually wanted to turn around and meet those Fourth Turns face-to-face.

’What could a mere First Turn possibly want to achieve by doing this?’

’Was he all talk, only pretending to want to see them? Or was he planning to beg, to try and reason with those...?’

Facing their stares, Fang Can didn’t hide anything. ”It’s simple. I just want to show those Fourth Turns that I, Fang Can, am not some pushover.”

”After they’ve humiliated me like this, things won’t end well unless eight or ten of them die!”

’What is this guy talking about? A puny First Turn wants revenge on Fourth Turns?’

At Fang Can’s words, even Yan Chqing turned her head to look at the young man in surprise, as if seeing him for the first time. Then she couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

”Interesting. This is too interesting. A First Turn wants revenge on Fourth Turns? Did I hear that right?”

Yan Chqing laughed so hard she rocked back and forth, her voluptuous body shaking.

It wasn’t just her; the others around them, who had all been ’repaid’ by Fang Can’s ’gushing spring,’ also looked at him like he was a madman.

’This guy’s ego is big enough to reach the heavens! He’s actually thinking of getting revenge on Fourth Turns! Did we hear him right?’

Meeting their gazes, which treated him like a madman, Fang Can smiled brilliantly.

’He knew it. Even if he told them he planned to get revenge, this group of people wouldn’t believe him.’

’They would only see him as an ant trying to shake a tree, spouting nonsense.’

’But Fang Can didn’t think these people were stupid. It was just a difference in understanding caused by an information gap.’

For instance, Liu Qingmeng wasn’t shocked. She was aware of the intelligence regarding superpowered individuals and simply thought Fang Can’s plan was extremely dangerous.

But she didn’t try to persuade him. Instead, she said in her cold voice, ”You can still meet them in two days if you come with me. There’s no need to degrade yourself by mixing with the rabble in this sordid place.”

”I know that, of course. But I don’t want to trouble Elder Liu any further.”

Fang Can spoke respectfully, in the tone of a junior addressing a senior, ”Elder Liu has already been good enough to me. I don’t want to owe you any more favors. Continuing to be entangled isn’t good for either of us.”

Liu Qingmeng knew full well what his attitude meant. They were both prideful people.

”In that case, stay here.”

Without another word to try and sway him, Liu Qingmeng’s words faded as she transformed into a bolt of lightning and vanished, leaving behind only a blackened crater of scorched, shattered stone.

Watching Liu Qingmeng leave, Yan Chqing, not expecting it to be so easy, smiled at the calm-faced young man beside her.

”So you want to pick a fight with the Fourth Turns?”

”Is there a problem with that?” Fang Can said coolly, his smile fading.

”Then you’ll have to get past me first. Could you bear to lay a hand on me?” Yan Chqing blinked, putting on a pitifully beautiful expression that would make anyone hesitate to see her cry.

It was a moving charm one would never see on Liu Qingmeng’s face.

But Fang Can was as impassive as a Bodhisattva seated high in a temple hall. ”That will depend on whether Pavilion Master Yan and I are of one mind when the time comes.”

”Hmph. Uninteresting little man.” Yan Chqing’s expression hardened, her tone turning ice-cold. ”I was just putting on an act for you, and you really started to think all Fourth Turns are easy to bully.”

”On account of you angering Liu Qingmeng for me just now, I’ll let you off for your great disrespect. Everyone, get back to it! Don’t let him stop for the next two days.”

The next moment, Fang Can was pounced upon.

Looking at the cold, indifferent femme fatale before him, he knew perfectly well the source of her attitude.

It was the condescending disdain for mortals, identical to the attitude superpowered individuals had toward ordinary people.

The earlier Sand Whale was the same, filled with a bone-deep, utter disdain for anyone below the Fourth Turn.

It had been a long time since anyone had shown him this kind of attitude, not since he had become a superpowered individual himself.

’I’m starting to feel the urge... to shatter that high-and-mighty facade they all wear!’ Fang Can thought.