Chapter 47: Lin Fang The Man of Culture
Leon knew he couldn't waste time contemplating this tragedy any longer. He had the causality now—finally. That meant he could purchase the book that might hold the information he desperately needed.
#. Self-Biography of the Great Master Longstaff _(Rare – Book)_
An autobiographical disaster penned by a self-proclaimed genius who claims to have seduced a dragon, outdueled a sword saint, and dated a fairy. Contains way too many shirtless illustrations and footnotes about "techniques" that definitely aren't martial. _My journey from Lowest of the Low Ascendant Realm to Divine Realm._
Price:100 casualties
Vendor: _Master Longstaff the Endlessly Accomplished_
It was suspiciously cheap, which made it easier for Leon to gamble on. Still, from the description alone, he already knew it would contain... questionable content.
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In his previous world, he'd died at the tender age of sixteen. Young. Far too young.
He hadn't even finished high school. Hadn't traveled. Hadn't really lived. But somehow, against all odds, he had managed to have a girlfriend—briefly.
One week.
Seven days of awkward hand-holding, clammy palms, and bashful smiles traded between classes. It was clumsy and innocent, the kind of relationship that barely qualified as real by adult standards—but to him, back then, it had meant everything.
And then Devon happened.
His obnoxious, loud, effortlessly magnetic stepbrother who couldn't, for the life of him, mind his own damn business.
A single joke. A badly timed comment. One smile too many in the wrong direction. That was all it took to shatter the fragile thing Leon had barely begun to build.
She left him the very next day—convinced he was using her to mask a secret crush on Devon. Not angry. Just... confused. Hurt.
He'd tried to explain. Told her it was all a misunderstanding. But nothing worked.
Leon still remembered standing in the school courtyard, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the pavement, his backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder. He'd watched her walk away without a word. Tears in her eyes. No explanation. No confrontation. Just silence that screamed louder than any goodbye.
The ache he'd felt then hadn't vanished. It had only buried itself deeper.
It had been the first time he'd genuinely wanted to kill Devon—his infuriating, smug, impossibly obnoxious gay stepbrother.
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Thinking about the past still made his jaw tighten, but he'd moved on.
'That girl wasn't right for me. If she left just because of some weird misunderstanding and the delusions she had in her head, then it was never going to last.'
Leon shoved those dead old feelings aside and focused. He thought about buying the book. Instantly, a translucent golden message appeared in front of him on the shimmering interface.
[Are you sure you want to use 100 Causality to buy _Self-Biography of the Great Master Longstaff_ _(Rare – Book)_?]
'Yes.'
He answered in his mind.
The moment his intent was confirmed, the balance in the upper corner of the interface changed.
[Causality: 288,900]
A thick book glitched into existence before him, much like the golden treasure chest had disappeared—reality bending, then snapping back.
Leon caught the hefty tome before it could hit the ground.
Just from the cover—featuring a naked woman with cat ears—he already understood the kind of journey he was in for. The title and author's name, _Master Longstaff the Endlessly Accomplished_, had been a red flag, but the art? The art removed all doubt.
He stared at the cover for a moment longer. It was his first time seeing a true catwoman. Curiosity warred with secondhand embarrassment.
Shaking his head, Leon walked to the carved mahogany study table, pulled out a plush cushioned chair, and took a comfortable seat. But the moment his eyes drifted back to the sheer _thickness_ of the book, something clicked in his mind.
'Why didn't I think of it earlier?'
He could materialize things inside his Time Dimension—if they were already stored in his soul-bound inventory. Which meant... he could read this inside. It wouldn't cost him any time at all.
With a thought, he stored the book and immediately activated the Dimensional Hourglass. Or rather, its ability—he no longer needed the artifact itself.
The world shimmered around him. In an instant, he was inside.
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The Time Dimension appeared once more—vast, silent, endless. Smooth stone ground stretched into a pale horizon, the air saturated with a sense of stillness.
The book materialized in his hand the moment he thought of it. He took a seat on the warm, flat floor and opened it with cautious fingers. It had been a long time since he'd read anything for pleasure.
Within minutes, his face turned red.
He blushed. More than once. There were moments when his brows rose in shock, his eyes widened, his mouth even hung open.
The contents were... graphic. Brazen. Utterly shameless.
But also fascinating.
After six continuous hours of reading, Leon finally closed the book and let out a long breath.
There was a hint of respect in his expression.
Not because Lin Fang had reached the Lesser Divinity rank—practically an immortal with limitless lifespan. That wasn't what impressed Leon.
It was the _way_ he had done it.
In the story, Lin Fang wasn't the most talented. Others were born with higher affinities, better backgrounds, stronger destinies. He never even tried to outpace them. He simply carved out a strange, unexpected path—and stuck to it.
Lin Fang had been born in the Ascendant Realm on a planet called Blue Star. His journey began when his fiancée broke off their engagement. He had failed to awaken an affinity—even at age eighteen.
After being kicked out of his house, Lin Fang nearly died saving a voluptuous woman from thugs. He expected gratitude. Instead, she fled, leaving him to fight alone.
But in that moment, something triggered. He awakened a Rank 5 Illusion Affinity. Not as impressive as the geniuses with Rank 6 and multiple affinities—but rare enough. If used well, it could still make him strong. Strong enough to teach a few lessons. Especially to his former fiancée.
Lin Fang wasn't handsome, but he was decently above average. Since childhood, he had dreamed of building his own harem. Not one filled with impossibly beautiful genius women—those were too much trouble—but with warm, loyal, quietly attractive girls who wouldn't drag him into chaos.
During his Class Awakening Trial, he received a Unique S-ranked class: _Illusionary Playboy._
And that was the start of it.
He joined a sect to gain strength, made it into the inner circle, and there met the voluptuous library mistress—his first real teacher and his first true love.
She taught him everything.
Not about cultivation.
About sex.
Big breasts. A round ass as soft as sponge. She didn't go easy on him.
Leon didn't even try to hide his expression at this point. The scenes were vivid. The writing... a little too descriptive.
According to the book, Lin Fang hadn't used tricks. Well—maybe a few. His class had its perks. But in the end, the library mistress spared him because, as she said, he had the biggest cock she had ever seen.
And so began Lin Fang's unconventional journey. He stayed far from prodigies and entanglements, built a harem of curvy, cheerful women, and focused on safety, comfort, and longevity.
They weren't the most talented girls. But they had soft personalities, big hearts, and—as the book kept emphasizing—amazing boobs and asses.
That, apparently, had been enough for Lin Fang.
Chapter 48: Lin Fang The Man of Culture (2)
The sex scenes described in Lin Fang's autobiography weren't merely detailed—they were exhaustively vivid, confidently narrated, and meticulously instructional. Each page brimmed with explicit pointers on various techniques to please a woman: emotional connection, pacing, rhythmic thrusts, intimate touches, and even spiritual synchronization during the climax.
Leon had never encountered literature like this. Initially, he felt embarrassed, but soon he realized those weren't empty boasts—they sprang from genuine experience. He committed each technique to memory, knowing they represented valuable, perhaps even indispensable, knowledge that would benefit him someday.
But Lin Fang's seemingly unstoppable luck eventually crashed spectacularly. Misfortune struck when he set his eyes on a particularly captivating elf woman in a tavern near the Divine Realm's Adventurers' Guild. Using illusions to enhance his already decent appearance, subtle charm spells, and unique class abilities that were intentionally only hinted at in the book, Lin Fang confidently approached his target. His fourteen beautiful harem members observed from a nearby table, not only unbothered by his efforts but actively supportive, eager to welcome another companion.
Unfortunately, his target wasn't just any ordinary elf—she was secretly the heir to an influential and powerful elven clan, traveling incognito. She effortlessly pierced through his deceptive charms and illusions, identifying him immediately.
Lin Fang didn't even manage to hold her hand or exchange flirtatious banter. Yet, that brief encounter ignited her fury, resulting in Lin Fang's name being added overnight to bounty lists circulated across every major realm. Wanted posters with his likeness appeared rapidly, spreading throughout taverns, guild halls, and city gates.
He narrowly escaped the tavern alive, forced to activate one of his precious one-time use legendary-ranked escape treasures, disappearing alongside his fourteen loyal women amidst a flash of blinding magic.
Lin Fang lost nearly everything—his accumulated wealth, his status, his dignity—but fortunately, his precious companions remained safe and intact.
Since that fateful day, Lin Fang had retreated from the public eye entirely. His exact whereabouts became uncertain, shrouded in mystery. Rumors whispered he now hid somewhere within the vast expanse of the Ascendant Realm, or possibly in some obscure corner of the Ethereal or even Divine Realms.
His concluding paragraphs in the autobiography didn't carry regret or bitterness. Instead, they resonated like a joyful toast to a life thoroughly enjoyed. He proudly proclaimed:
"No regrets. I'm living my best life hidden in paradise with fourteen incredible women. I've reached Lesser Divinity, achieved the pinnacle of what I desire, and woke up every morning surrounded by softness and warmth. If this isn't a success, I don't know what is."
Leon stared thoughtfully at the final passage. He found himself torn between amusement and genuine respect. Lin Fang was undeniably eccentric, perhaps even perverted by normal standards—but the man had principles. He lived unapologetically by his rules and managed to ascend to a level few could even dream of.
This earned Lin Fang Leon's admiration.
What caught Leon's attention more than anything, however, was Lin Fang's mention of having a Rank 5 Affinity. Leon had once assumed this was mediocre. After all, it was the same rank he had gained from the Orb of All-Elemental Affinity, identical to the affinity rank of his respected master, Seraphine. Lin Fang's detailed explanations overturned this misconception entirely.
Contrary to Leon's initial beliefs, even within the Ethereal Realm—a domain of prodigies—Rank 5 was still considered well above average, qualifying someone as genuinely talented. The realization brought newfound respect and optimism for Seraphine's potential.
Yet Leon knew Seraphine's class would inevitably limit her progress. And that's when the autobiography introduced the shocking and terrifying concept of "Class Reawakening Dungeons."
These incredibly rare and lethal dungeons existed exclusively within the Ascendant Realm and beyond. To enter one required an unimaginable sacrifice—renouncing all previous cultivation, achievements, and even one's existing class. The challenges within were ten times deadlier than typical Class Awakening Trials, carrying a horrific death rate of ninety-nine percent.
Survivors were never guaranteed improvements. You could end up with a class that was only slightly enhanced, completely different, or worse. Yet people risked everything on this slim chance.
Lin Fang explained in great detail why he had ventured into these dungeons. Two of his women suffered terribly poor talent—only Rank 4 affinities—barely average and doomed to shorter lifespans. Determined not to lose them prematurely, Lin Fang poured every resource at his disposal—potions, elixirs, rare artifacts, fortune-treasures—into their attempts at Class Reawakening.
Miraculously, both women survived the deadly trials and emerged triumphantly with A-ranked classes. Lin Fang candidly acknowledged they might have secured S-rank classes had it not been for their weaker Rank 4 affinities holding them back.
Reading this section profoundly impacted Leon. Lin Fang's methods were undoubtedly questionable at times, but considering the harsh and ruthless nature of the higher realms, his actions felt justified and commendable. Lin Fang risked bankruptcy without hesitation, driven purely by loyalty and love for his companions.
Leon paused, reflecting deeply. Such devotion and self-sacrifice were rare. Lin Fang wasn't merely a lecherous fool—he was a man capable of profound loyalty.
The autobiography further provided clear insights into affinity ranks:
- Rank 1 was lowest.
- Rank 8 was the peak.
Throughout his life, Lin Fang encountered only one individual possessing a Rank 7 affinity—the very same elf woman from the tavern incident. She belonged to the prestigious Dark Elf Clan and wielded a terrifying power even without reaching the Divine Realm. Despite being two ranks lower than Lin Fang, her aura alone made him tremble in fear. Instantly recognizing the overwhelming threat, Lin Fang didn't attempt bravado or fight—he immediately activated his most valuable legendary-ranked escape artifact, vanishing instantly from the scene.
In his writings, Lin Fang humorously praised himself for acting quickly and avoiding the fate of foolish cultivators who underestimated opponents simply due to lower cultivation ranks.
Leon smirked knowingly at this anecdote. Lin Fang was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them.
Lastly, Lin Fang's book detailed a comprehensive cultivation hierarchy:
- Apprentice
- Journeyman
- Master
- Ascendant
- Sage
- Archon
- Ethereal Initiate
- Ethereal Lord
- Ethereal Sovereign
- Lesser Divinity
- Greater Divinity
- Prime Divinity
From these ranks, Leon deduced the Dark Elf Clan heir who terrified Lin Fang was likely at the Ethereal Lord stage, significantly lower than Lin Fang's Lesser Divinity yet immensely powerful.
Moreover, Leon learned how cultivation was structured within each realm:
- Ascendant Realm housed cultivators from Apprentice to Archon.
- Ethereal Realm contained those from Apprentice to Ethereal Sovereign.
- Divine Realm ranged from Apprentice to Prime Divinity.
Lower-ranked cultivators existed within higher realms but only up to certain limits—no Archon in Earthly Realm, no Sovereign in Ascendant, and no Prime Divinity in Ethereal Realm.
This meant Leon's current Earthly Realm's highest attainable cultivation level was Master Rank—only Apprentice, Journeyman, and Master ranks existed here.
The gravity of this revelation settled heavily upon him. Leon realized, perhaps for the first time, how truly small and insignificant he currently was.
Yet alongside this sobering realization came excitement. He now understood the vastness and potential of his cultivation journey—one that stretched far beyond what he previously imagined.
Leon closed the book gently, determination lighting his eyes. The stairs before him stretched infinitely upward—and he was ready to climb.