“It seems like Senior Ye is in great pain,” the outer sect disciples murmured, seeing Ye Shaotian’s hideous expression, their hearts involuntarily trembling.
“Yeah, look, Senior Ye is actually shedding tears. I’ve never seen him cry before.”
“If it were me, I would’ve died from that kick. It was just too terrifying.”
…
At this moment, the outer sect disciples all looked at Lin Fan with fear in their eyes.
It was too horrifying. Ye Shaotian, who had made a strong comeback, was now covering his crotch with both hands, trembling, and curling up on the ground.
The waves of sorrow radiating from him made everyone present feel suffocated.
It was tragic—far too tragic.
“Master…” Feng Buju glanced at Lin Fan with some trepidation. He had clearly seen that kick—fast, precise, and ruthless, executed in one smooth motion without hesitation. It was evident that Lin Fan was an old hand at this.
Feng Buju dared not say anything at this moment. He was afraid. If the master accidentally gave him a similar kick, it would truly be a tragedy.
Lin Fan looked at Feng Buju, then at Ye Shaotian writhing in pain on the ground. Ye’s bloodshot eyes were fixed on Lin Fan, staring so intensely that Lin Fan’s heart pounded nervously.
It was the kind of stare reserved for a sworn enemy.
“Retreat…” At that moment, Lin Fan said nothing, immediately turned around, mumbled something softly, and quickly withdrew.
Feng Buju had barely thought of saying something when he saw the master already fleeing. Where would he dare to linger? He immediately followed closely behind the master.
He had definitely gone too far this time.
…
“Senior Brother Ye seems to be in great pain,” the outer disciples murmured, their hearts trembling slightly at the sight of Ye Shaotian’s contorted face.
“Yes, look, Senior Brother Ye is even shedding tears. I’ve never seen him cry before.”
“That kick was absolutely terrifying. If it were me, I’d probably be dead.”
…
At this moment, the outer disciples looked at Lin Fan with fear in their eyes.
It was too horrifying. Ye Shaotian, who had made a strong comeback, was now clutching his crotch, trembling, and curled up on the ground.
The waves of sorrow emanating from him made everyone present feel a sense of suffocation.
It was brutal, truly brutal.
“Sect Master…” Feng Bujue looked at Lin Fan with fear. He had clearly seen that kick—swift, precise, and ruthless, executed in one fluid motion without the slightest hesitation. It was clear that Lin Fan was an old hand at this.
Feng Bujue didn’t dare say much. He was afraid, terrified even. If the Sect Master accidentally gave him a kick like that, it would be a real tragedy.
Lin Fan glanced at Feng Bujue and then at Ye Shaotian, who was lying there in agony. Ye’s bloodshot eyes were fixed on Lin Fan, staring so intensely that Lin Fan’s heart began to pound.
That look was as if Lin Fan were his mortal enemy.
“Retreat…” Without a word, Lin Fan immediately turned around, muttered something under his breath, and quickly moved to retreat.
Feng Bujue, who had just been about to say something, saw the Sect Master already making a run for it. He didn’t dare linger and immediately followed closely behind.
This had gone too far, way too far.
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“Brother Ye…” Ruo Mengyu knelt down in a panic, wanting to see how her dear Brother Ye was doing.
“Don’t touch me… don’t touch me.” Ye Shaotian felt as if his soul were floating in the heavens, now rising, now falling. This sensation made him feel utterly disoriented.
Ye Shaotian’s current state left Ruo Mengyu at a loss. She didn’t know whether to touch him or not. Finally, she shot a resentful glance at the figure hurriedly retreating in the distance.
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On Nameless Peak, Lin Fan let out a sigh of relief. He had finally left, but this incident had likely created an enemy.
In Lin Fan’s eyes, the current Holy Demon Sect was in decline. There wasn’t a single disciple worth mentioning, and he had to handle everything himself. He didn’t even have the aura of a Sect Master. It was truly embarrassing.
But Feng Bujue was someone Lin Fan valued. His cultivation was decent, and he seemed like a hardworking individual. These qualities pleased Lin Fan greatly.
Most importantly, Feng Bujue had nowhere else to go. Under Lin Fan’s loving care, he would surely be brainwashed.
“Sect Master, you’re back,” Zhang Ergou, who was overseeing the weeding work, exclaimed excitedly as soon as he saw the figure at the entrance, and he ran over.
“Mm,” Lin Fan nodded, glancing ahead. In the tall weeds, many disciples were diligently pulling them out. This made Lin Fan quite pleased; it seemed no one was slacking off.
The progress of the weeding was also quite good. It would likely be finished in a few days.
“Sect Master, is this the sect?” Feng Bujue looked at the scene before him, a faint sense of sorrow spreading in his heart. He had imagined that the Holy Demon Sect might not be impressive, but he had never expected it to be so shabby.
The two-story wooden house made Feng Bujue’s heart ache.
“Yes, how is it? Not bad, right?” Lin Fan looked at everything before him and smiled.
Things were progressing just as he had envisioned. It wouldn’t be long before everything would be transformed.
Feng Bujue looked at the Sect Master and could only reluctantly answer against his true feelings, “Mm.”
That single “Mm” carried a myriad of emotions.
He had resigned himself to it. Fine, whatever. At least he could still stay in the Holy Sect.
Lin Fan was inwardly delighted. This was his sect. When the Holy Demon Sect became the number one sect in the Profound Yellow World, he would be the greatest contributor.
“Brothers, did you see? This junior brother is just that awesome.”
“Sect Master, where will I live from now on?” Feng Bujue asked.
He probably couldn’t stay in the outer sect anymore. From now on, he would have to live on this peak.
“You… you,” Lin Fan didn’t know how to answer for a moment, then glanced around. “Oh, just go cut down a few trees and build a hut next to mine.”
“Ah…” Feng Bujue was stunned. Build a hut himself?
“Self-reliance leads to prosperity. On the path of cultivation, it’s not just about cultivating. You also need to learn to take care of yourself. What if one day you’re out in the wild, deep in the mountains? What would you do then?” Lin Fan spoke without a hint of shame, dropping a grand philosophy and asking if Feng Bujue was scared.
And indeed, Feng Bujue was scared. “Sect Master, this disciple understands.”
“Mm,” Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction. But inwardly, ten thousand alpacas were galloping through his mind. This place was so poor that all they had was grass. If he didn’t do it himself, who would? The Sect Master?
…
After arranging everything, Lin Fan returned to his small wooden hut. He was puzzled by that divine kick from earlier.
Just a light, casual kick, and he had created a technique. It was truly unexpected.
Ever since the system had been updated, Lin Fan felt that things had become a bit unclear.
Lin Fan checked the specifics of the “Egg-Kicking Technique.” In his opinion, this technique was somewhat inhumane.
“Egg-Kicking Technique: A technique without a rank. Its essence lies in finding the right moment to strike. This technique is only effective against males, as the pain receptors in that area are densely concentrated. A heavy strike can instantly incapacitate the target, causing local swelling, bleeding, and shrinkage. A light strike can provoke intense anger, increasing the target’s strength by 100%. The technique can be continuously upgraded.”
Lin Fan was thoroughly impressed. Although the “Egg-Kicking Technique” wasn’t listed in the system’s introduction, when he thought about it, the specifics appeared in his mind.
Especially the technique’s utility, which made Lin Fan see it in a new light.
Wasn’t this a double-edged sword?
A heavy strike could render someone powerless, while a light strike could provoke intense anger and a 100% boost in strength.
Lin Fan thought carefully and felt that the skill’s description made sense.
The “Egg-Kicking Technique,” when used heavily, could indeed make someone wish they were dead. But if used lightly, it could instantly unleash a person’s potential, driving them into a furious, relentless rage.
Not bad, not bad.
Lin Fan was quite satisfied with this skill, and the potential for continuous upgrades filled him with anticipation. He wondered what it would be like after upgrading. It was truly something to look forward to.
But now, Lin Fan felt he should go and check on Ye Shaotian.
Although the guy had been a bit arrogant, from the looks of it earlier, he seemed to be in real pain.
In the sect, they would inevitably cross paths often. It would be best to go and offer some comfort, to show his goodwill.
“Don’t touch me… don’t touch me,” Ye Shaotian muttered. Right now, he felt as if his soul had ascended to the heavens, going up and down repeatedly. This sensation left Ye Shaotian feeling anxious and unsettled.
Seeing Ye Shaotian in this state left Ruo Mengyu at a loss—whether to touch him or not. Eventually, she cast a resentful glare at the retreating figure who had just left.
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On Wuming Peak, Lin Fan finally exhaled in relief. He had finally left. This time, he probably made a new enemy.
In Lin Fan’s eyes, the current Holy Demon Sect was in a sorry state—there wasn’t a single standout disciple. Everything required him to do it himself. There was no dignity befitting a sect leader at all—it was truly beneath him.
As for Feng Buju, Lin Fan held him in high regard. Feng had good cultivation potential and seemed like a hardworking type, which pleased Lin Fan greatly.
Most importantly, Feng had nowhere else to go now. Under Lin Fan’s loving care, he would surely be brainwashed.
“Master, you’re back!” At this moment, Zhang Erdou, who was supervising the weeding work, saw the figure at the entrance and excitedly ran over.
“Mm,” Lin Fan nodded, glancing ahead. Among the tall weeds, many disciples were diligently weeding, which pleased Lin Fan—he could see they weren’t slacking off.
The weeding progress was also quite satisfactory. It wouldn’t take many more days to finish.
“Master, is this really the sect?” Feng Buju looked at the scene before him, a faint sadness welling up in his heart. He had imagined that the Holy Demon Sect might not be great, but he had never expected it to be this dilapidated.
That two-story wooden house left Feng Buju feeling deeply disheartened.
“Yes, what do you think? Isn’t it pretty good?” Lin Fan asked with a smile, looking at everything before him.
Everything was progressing according to his vision. It wouldn’t be long before things changed dramatically.
“Master, how is it?” Feng Buju looked at the sect leader and finally could only reluctantly answer with a resigned “Mm.”
That single “Mm” carried a thousand emotions from Feng Buju.
He accepted it, gave in, and decided to let it be.
At least he could still stay in the Holy Sect.
Lin Fan was secretly delighted. This was his sect! Once the Holy Demon Sect became the greatest sect in the Xuanhuang Realm, he would be its greatest contributor.
Did you see that, seniors and juniors? This junior is just that awesome.
“Master, where will I live from now on?” Feng Buju asked at this moment.
He probably couldn’t stay in the outer sect area anymore and would have to reside on this mountain peak from now on.
“You… you…” Lin Fan hesitated momentarily before glancing around, “Oh, just go cut down a few trees and build a house next to mine.”
“Huh?” Feng Buju was taken aback. Build a house himself?
“Self-reliance brings prosperity. The path of cultivation isn’t just about training; you must also learn to take care of yourself. What would you do if you were deep in the wilderness one day?” Lin Fan spoke calmly, delivering a big philosophical lesson, asking Feng Buju if he was scared.
At this moment, Feng Buju truly was scared. “Master, disciple understands.”
“Mm,” Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction. But deep inside, he was cursing a thousand times over. This place was so poor that the only thing left was grass. If he didn’t do it himself, would the master expect him to do it?
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After arranging everything, Lin Fan returned to his small wooden house. Regarding that divine kick today, Lin Fan had a slight doubt.
Just a quiet extension of his foot, and he had created a new martial arts technique. It was truly unexpected.
Since the system update, Lin Fan had felt some confusion.
He checked the specific details of “Testicle Kick.” In Lin Fan’s opinion, this technique was somewhat against the natural order.
“Testicle Kick: An unranked martial arts technique. Its essence lies in ‘seizing the opportunity to strike.’ This technique is effective only on males. Due to the dense pain nerves in the male lower regions, a severe strike can instantly disable combat ability, causing localized swelling, bleeding, and shrinking. A lighter strike can provoke rage, boosting the opponent’s power by one hundred percent. Upgradable continuously.”
At this moment, Lin Fan was truly impressed. Although the “Testicle Kick” wasn’t listed in the system description, when Lin Fan thought about this technique, specific details appeared in his mind.
Especially the practical use of this technique, which impressed Lin Fan greatly.
Wasn’t this a double-edged sword?
A severe strike could render the opponent completely incapacitated, while a lighter strike could provoke their rage, boosting their power by one hundred percent.
Lin Fan thought carefully and felt that the skill description wasn’t unreasonable.
Indeed, the “Testicle Kick” could make someone wish for death when executed severely. But if applied lightly, it could instantly stimulate one’s potential, provoking intense rage and a determination to fight to the bitter end.
Excellent, excellent.
Lin Fan was quite satisfied with this skill. The fact that it could be continuously upgraded also made him look forward to its future development. He was extremely curious about how it would evolve after leveling up.
But at this moment, Lin Fan felt he should go check on Ye Shaotian.
Although the guy had been somewhat reckless, judging from his appearance just now, he truly seemed to be in great pain.
They would inevitably meet again within the sect, so Lin Fan decided to go and visit Ye Shaotian to express his goodwill.
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