Chapter 29: Chapter 29: The 9 Levels of the Profound Gate
A massive, dark crowd of people stood before Fang Can’s villa.
Nearly a tenth of Z City’s entire population had gathered here. A single glance couldn’t see the end of the crowd.
Out of respect for Fang Can, the people remained remarkably quiet, all gathered seven or eight meters away, not daring to approach and disturb him.
Fang Can took a key from his pocket, expertly unlocked the door, and walked into the house without a word to the crowd behind him, shutting the door firmly.
The moment the door was shut, a resentful female voice sounded from beside Fang Can.
"What in the world are you trying to do? How did you attract so many people?!"
Looking at Fang Can’s placid face, Jiang Ning’an nearly clutched her head and let out a sharp shriek.
She had detected the sound of tens of thousands of people moving together from hundreds of meters away.
The discovery that they were all heading in this direction had particularly agitated her already uneasy state of mind, born from the harsh environment.
If she hadn’t judged from the sound that most of them were ordinary people, and that even if they wanted to kill her, they wouldn’t be this foolish, she would have nearly had a panic attack.
Staring at the innocent-looking young man before her, Jiang Ning’an was so angry she wanted to give him a beating.
"They followed me here on their own," Fang Can said casually. "Don’t worry, Senior. They won’t dare come in. As long as you don’t leave this house, no one will know you’re here."
After speaking, Fang Can nonchalantly hung his backpack on a rack and leisurely began to exercise.
Watching the completely oblivious young man, Jiang Ning’an ground her teeth in frustration. But with a crowd blocking the way, she couldn’t leave now more than ever. She could only give a helpless, cold snort and return to the inner room on the second floor to meditate in silence.
But before she left, she stopped abruptly. She turned back to look at Fang Can in disbelief. "Your Heart Image manifestation is already taking its initial form!"
"You mean that aura?" Fang Can recalled.
"It felt a little uncomfortable holding it in at school, so I just tried letting it out on my classmates."
’Heh... heh heh, just tried letting it out.’ Jiang Ning’an’s cool face stiffened. She was at a loss for words when it came to this guy’s talent.
Outside, the crowd saw the superpowered individual go inside and not come out. After waiting for ten minutes, they began to grow restless, as if they had lost their leader.
"What do we do now? What should we do?"
"I don’t know! The superpowered individual didn’t give us any orders. We even gathered here on our own."
"We can’t just leave, can we? It’s too dangerous to be alone in the city."
...
The silence caused a minor commotion to break out in the crowd outside. Someone couldn’t hold back and wanted to knock on the door to ask Fang Can, but they were stopped by his "loyalists" before they could get close.
"A superpowered individual has his reasons for doing things! You just have to wait. Lord Fang Can has much more to consider." Students from Fang Can’s class glared at the ordinary people who wanted to overstep their bounds.
As people who had been in the same class as Fang Can for three years, they knew that proximity could bring benefits, so they had already taken it upon themselves to protect his interests.
Looking at the guarded house, the people had no choice but to sit cross-legged on the ground and wait for any new instructions Fang Can might issue.
Before long, two middle-aged men walked through the crowd and arrived on the scene, panting as they shouted, "Who is the superpowered individual? Where is the esteemed superpowered individual?"
"The principal! The mayor!"
Seeing the two men approach, the surrounding people cried out in surprise, a little shocked.
’Hey! So you two haven’t managed to get out either.’
Faced with the students’ surprised gazes, the two men looked a bit uncomfortable.
Because this incident had happened so suddenly, not only had they received no prior notice, but they also couldn’t contact any of the superpowered individuals who were usually well-cared-for in the city.
So when they heard there was still one last superpowered individual here, they had rushed over without a moment’s delay.
Unable to bear the crowd’s stares, they could only repeat their question.
A student pointed proudly and said, "Lord Fang Can is resting inside. It’s best if no one disturbs him."
Even when facing the mayor of Z City, the students didn’t yield an inch. The mayor, for his part, nodded cooperatively and said:
"Of course, of course. But did the esteemed superpowered individuals leave any message for us?"
"Well..." The students hesitated. In the end, it was the history teacher who relayed Fang Can’s last words before he went home.
’He’ll let us use his name to get things done?’ The two shrewd men exchanged a look, their hearts already racing. ’Could there be such a good thing?’
"I understand. Since Lord Fang Can has said so, he clearly wants us to take the initiative and maintain order in the city. We absolutely cannot let down Lord Fang Can’s earnest intentions," the mayor declared first, his eyes firm.
"Right, right! These are extraordinary times. Since Lord Fang Can has authorized it, we must fulfill our duty," the principal added.
They might not be skilled in combat, but having reached their positions, they understood management. And what they didn’t understand, they could have their subordinates do, delegating the responsibilities.
Now that Fang Can had made his stance clear, they immediately understood what needed to be done.
As if self-taught, they immediately put on solemn expressions and began to address the seated crowd—in Fang Can’s name.
Although the law had lost its effect, with a superpowered individual’s endorsement, there was now credibility. Soon, some former police officers and retired soldiers in the crowd were organized, and order began to be restored.
And from beginning to end, Fang Can never even left his villa. Simply by borrowing the "tiger’s skin" of his superpowered status, everything naturally settled down.
Perhaps, to a certain extent, order in human society is also a matter of idealism. As long as people believe, there is credibility.
Ignoring everything outside, Fang Can continued his systematic training inside. This time, however, he no longer spat out the arsenic, instead letting his stomach digest it.
As his body grew stronger, the arsenic could no longer cause it serious harm. If he didn’t take the "drug," he’d have to accept a slower cultivation speed.
A night passed just like that. Under Jiang Ning’an’s numb gaze, Fang Can’s aura had grown stronger once again compared to the day before.
Looking at Fang Can’s condition, Jiang Ning’an speculated, "At this rate, you’ll probably cross the First Layer of the Profound Gate in seven or eight days at most."
"The First Layer of the Profound Gate? What’s that?" Fang Can asked.
Now convinced that the young man before her was a true prodigy of the Martial Dao, Jiang Ning’an explained, "The Mortal Transformation Realm is divided into nine Profound Gates. Each one you cross represents a ten-percent increase in the proportion of new blood in your body."
"Once your mortal body is completely shed, it means you have reached the peak of the Transcendent Body Realm."
Looking at the 5.2% flesh-and-blood mutation rate on his status panel, Fang Can nodded in understanding.
So, for every 10% increase in the mutation rate, he would cross one Profound Gate. Once he reached 100%, he would achieve the peak Great Perfection state of the Transcendent Body.
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