Chapter 107: Is It Really That Amazing?

When Lin Fan returned to Wuming Peak, he sensed that something was different today.

Normally, as soon as he came back, Zhang Erdog would be the first to rush out and greet him. But today, even after standing at the mountain entrance and coughing loudly, Zhang Erdog still hadn’t shown up.

Something was definitely wrong.

The more Lin Fan thought about it, the more suspicious he became. He decided to head toward Zhang Erdog’s hut to find out what was going on.

Could it be that after taking the pill he gave them, they had no way to release their energy and went down the mountain to find some girls?

That didn’t make sense either. With Zhang Erdog’s appearance, no girl would ever agree to go with him.

If they had used force, there would have been a huge commotion across the entire sect.

But that still didn’t add up. Zhang Erdog’s cultivation level was too low. If he had gone after a female outer sect disciple, wouldn’t she have slapped him to death in an instant? Could it be that Feng Buju had taken him somewhere?

The more Lin Fan thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

Arriving at Zhang Erdog’s hut, Lin Fan didn’t even bother knocking—he simply pushed the door open and walked in.

But the moment he entered, he stood there in shock at the scene before him.

Zhang Erdog was lying on the ground like a dehydrated dog, gasping for breath with great difficulty. What made Lin Fan’s eyes burn even more was the sight of a deep, narrow hole in the ground—so deep it seemed bottomless.

“Erdog, what the hell happened to you?” Lin Fan asked.

“Zong… Zongzhu, this pill is poisoned…” Zhang Erdog said with tears welling up in his eyes. Thinking back to what had just happened, he felt utterly devastated.

He had actually “raped” the earth itself.

Wuwu…

Zhang Erdog didn’t even know what to say anymore. He had been a lowly servant in the sect for many years, but he was still a young man who had preserved his purity.

And yet, he had done something so outrageous.

When he returned to his hut, he had eagerly swallowed the pill, then sat cross-legged on the ground and began cultivating the technique given to him by his junior brother.

But not long after, he realized something was wrong. A strange, fierce flame surged through his body. What shocked him even more was that a certain part of his pants had risen dramatically.

It was as if he wanted to challenge the heavens themselves.

At first, Zhang Erdog thought it was just the pill taking effect.

But as time passed, he realized something was seriously wrong. His pants became increasingly swollen and uncomfortable, and he felt an uncontrollable urge to find a cave and dive deep inside to explore.

And then… there was no “then.”

Zhang Erdog had literally punched straight through the ground. Luckily, the soil was soft, or else this might have ended in a real tragedy.

“Rest well,” Lin Fan said, not knowing what else to say, before quietly stepping out.

At that moment, Lin Fan wiped his forehead. He hadn’t expected the pill’s effects to be so intense—so strong that even he felt a bit frightened.

Suddenly, he thought of Ye Shaotian. If Ye had taken one of his pills too, would there be a real casualty?

After all, if Zhang Erdog had managed to punch a hole through the earth, imagine what could happen if he had punched a person instead.

By now, it was probably too late to go check on him.

Perhaps the two of them were now reaching their peak together—or ascending to heaven.

Well, well. It probably wouldn’t be that bad.

Later, Lin Fan went to Feng Buju’s hut and took a quick peek. He immediately understood—Feng Buju had done the exact same thing as Zhang Erdog, punching a hole through the earth.

Whatever. He’d just go back and focus on refining pills and taking them.

Lin Fan had never really enjoyed cultivation. Sitting still for hours was just too boring. He preferred refining pills and taking them.

Now that he had looted three types of medicinal herbs from the herb garden of Danding Peak, he could mix them and create some pills for his own cultivation.

Although these pills wouldn’t grant much experience, over time, the small gains would accumulate.

For the next three days,

Lin Fan didn’t go anywhere. He stayed locked in his hut, refining pills and taking them.

The experience from the pills seeped into his body as wisps of energy, steadily increasing the amount of experience he needed to level up.

When Lin Fan returned to Nameless Peak, he noticed something unusual today.

In the past, Zhang Er’gou would always be the first to rush out upon his return. But now, even though Lin Fan stood at the peak entrance and coughed heavily, Zhang Er’gou still didn’t appear.

Something was definitely wrong.

The more Lin Fan thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He decided to head towards Zhang Er’gou’s wooden hut to see what was going on.

Could it be that after taking the pills he had given them, they had nowhere to vent their energy and went down the mountain to find some girls?

But that didn’t make sense. With Zhang Er’gou’s appearance, no girl would be willing. If they had used force, it would have caused a huge uproar in the sect.

But that didn’t add up either. Zhang Er’gou’s cultivation level was so low that any outer sect disciple could easily kill him with a single slap. Could it be that Feng Bujue had taken him somewhere?

The more Lin Fan thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

When he arrived at Zhang Er’gou’s hut, Lin Fan didn’t bother knocking and just pushed the door open.

But upon entering, Lin Fan was stunned by what he saw.

Zhang Er’gou lay on the ground as if dehydrated, breathing heavily. What made Lin Fan’s eyes burn even more was the hole in the ground. It wasn’t very large, but it was definitely deep—so deep that it seemed bottomless.

“Er’gou, what happened?” Lin Fan asked.

“Sect… Sect Leader, the pill was poisonous…” Zhang Er’gou said, on the verge of tears. Recalling what had just happened, he felt utterly hopeless.

He had actually violated the earth.

Wuwu…

Zhang Er’gou didn’t know what to say. Although he had been a laborer for many years, he had always been a chaste and virtuous young man.

But now he had done something like this.

When he returned to his hut earlier, Zhang Er’gou had eagerly swallowed the pill and then sat cross-legged on the ground, silently practicing the technique his junior brother had given him.

But it wasn’t long before Zhang Er’gou realized something was wrong. A nameless fire surged violently within his body, and to his shock, his pants tented up, as if trying to compete with the heavens.

At first, Zhang Er’gou thought it was the pill’s effect kicking in.

But as time went on, he realized something was off. The swelling in his pants made him increasingly uncomfortable, and he desperately wanted to find a hole to explore.

In the end… there was no end.

Zhang Er’gou had directly pierced through the ground. Fortunately, the ground was soft, or else it might have been fatal.

“Rest well,” Lin Fan said, not knowing what else to say, and quietly retreated.

At that moment, Lin Fan wiped his forehead. He hadn’t expected the pill’s effect to be so strong—so strong that it even scared him.

Then Lin Fan suddenly thought of Ye Shaotian. If Ye Shaotian had taken this pill, could it be fatal?

After all, Zhang Er’gou had pierced through the earth. If that had happened to a person, they would have been torn apart.

But by now, it was probably too late to intervene.

Perhaps the two were reaching their peak together, or perhaps they were heading to heaven together.

Forget it, forget it. It shouldn’t be a big deal.

Lin Fan then went to Feng Bujue’s hut and took a quick peek. He quickly understood that Feng Bujue, like Zhang Er’gou, had become a hole-piercing marvel.

Whatever. Time to go back and refine some pills.

Lin Fan had never been fond of cultivation. Sitting quietly was just too boring. Refining and taking pills was much faster.

Now that he had plundered the three herbs from the Dan Ding Peak’s medicinal garden, he could mix some pills for his own cultivation.

Although these pills didn’t provide much experience, little by little, they added up.

For three days, Lin Fan didn’t go anywhere. He stayed in his hut, refining pills and taking them.

The experience from the pills turned into wisps of energy that merged into his body, and the experience needed for leveling up grew rapidly.

He was still stuck at the early stage of the Innate Realm, but in terms of actual cultivation, he had already stepped into the half-step Divine Realm.

But if his cultivation was already at the half-step Divine Realm, why did the system still show him as being at the early stage of the Innate Realm? Could it be that “concentrated essence” was the key?

From now on, his cultivation would always be a step ahead of others.

During these three days, Zhang Er’gou and Feng Bujue hadn’t come by once. Lin Fan initially thought they were throwing a tantrum, but later realized they had been resting in their huts for three days, as if that one pill had drained all their energy.

This small discovery sparked some interesting ideas in Lin Fan’s mind.

The “Big Fan Ge” was a miraculous pill. Although it had already been refined, the sea of learning was boundless, and he couldn’t be complacent. There was still much room for improvement in the “Big Fan Ge.”

The next day, Lin Fan stopped refining pills. Over the past few days, he had almost used up all the herbs. He had refined a hundred “Big Fan Ge” pills, and the rest of the herbs were used to concoct various strange pills, which he then swallowed, turning them into wisps of experience.

As Lin Fan stepped out of his hut, he saw Zhang Er’gou and Feng Bujue standing guard at the entrance.

Lin Fan smiled. It seemed their spirits were quite high.

“How was that pill?” Lin Fan asked jokingly. For the two of them, that pill might have been a lifelong nightmare.

After all, in Lin Fan’s eyes, the pill was indeed poisonous. For those without hidden ailments, it was practically a toxic pill. But to Lin Fan’s surprise, Zhang Er’gou and Feng Bujue exchanged a glance and then simultaneously declared it a divine pill.

“Sect Leader, this pill is truly divine. The Sect Leader is indeed the person I admire most in my life. Your pill-refining skills are unparalleled,” Zhang Er’gou said, flattering.

Seeing Zhang Er’gou’s bootlicking, Lin Fan shook his head and sighed, “Er’gou, sometimes you don’t have to force yourself. This pill isn’t suitable for you.”

“No, Sect Leader, what Senior Brother said is exactly what I wanted to say. This pill is divine. After taking it, although the process was somewhat painful, now I feel an indescribable sensation, as if…” Feng Bujue struggled to find the words, but in his view, it felt incredibly good, as if all his worries had vanished in that moment.

He felt light and happy.

But that feeling didn’t last long—only a day. After that, everything returned to normal.

“What kind of feeling?” Lin Fan was puzzled. How could a pill made from just three herbs produce such an effect?

“Sect Leader, I really can’t describe this feeling. Perhaps only by experiencing it yourself can you understand,” Feng Bujue said.

Lin Fan looked at the two of them, narrowing his eyes slightly. Were these two trying to trick him into taking the pill to get revenge? But their eager expressions didn’t seem fake.

“Do you want the pill now?” Lin Fan asked tentatively.

“Yes, Sect Leader. If possible, please grant us another pill,” Zhang Er’gou said urgently.

Damn, had these two really gotten addicted to the pills?

But whatever. He’d give them one more each.

After receiving the pills, the two immediately thanked Lin Fan and then hurried back to their huts.

Lin Fan watched them return to their huts, feeling utterly confused. Could it really be that miraculous?

Lin Fan had always used the pills for experience, never experiencing their effects. Now, after hearing these two talk about it, he was somewhat tempted.

What exactly was this feeling?

Could it really be that divine?

But if his real cultivation level was already half a step into the Divine Realm, why did the system still label him as early Primordial Foundation? Was it possible that “concentration is the essence”?

In the future, would his cultivation progress always be significantly faster than others?

During these three days, neither Zhang Erdog nor Feng Buju came to visit. At first, Lin Fan thought they were just sulking, but later he realized that the two had been resting in their huts for the entire three days, as if the pill had completely drained their energy.

This small discovery sparked many interesting thoughts in Lin Fan’s mind.

This “Dafange” pill was truly miraculous. Although it had already been refined, the path of pill cultivation was endless, and he couldn’t afford to become complacent. There was still plenty of room for improvement in “Dafange.”

The next day,

Lin Fan stopped refining pills. Over the past few days, the medicinal herbs had nearly run out. He had already refined one hundred “Dafange” pills, and the remaining herbs had been used to create various strange pills, which he then consumed, turning them into streams of experience.

At this moment, Lin Fan stepped out of his hut and saw Zhang Erdog and Feng Buju standing at the door, guarding it.

Lin Fan smiled. It seemed their spirits were quite good.

“How was that pill?” Lin Fan asked jokingly. To them, that pill might have been a nightmare for life.

In Lin Fan’s eyes, that pill was indeed poisonous—especially for those without any hidden ailments. It was practically a toxic pill. But what he hadn’t expected was that after exchanging glances, Zhang Erdog and Feng Buju both said in unison that it was a divine pill.

“Zongzhu, this pill is truly amazing. Zongzhu is truly the person I admire most in my life. Your pill-refining skills are truly divine!” Zhang Erdog flattered.

Seeing Zhang Erdog once again trying to kiss up, Lin Fan shook his head and sighed, “Erdog, sometimes you don’t have to force it. This pill just isn’t suitable for you two.”

“No, Zongzhu! What my senior brother said is exactly what I wanted to say. This pill is truly divine. After taking it, although the process was somewhat painful, I now feel an indescribable sensation, as if…” Feng Buju suddenly ran out of words, unable to find the right way to express it. But in his mind, it was an incredibly wonderful feeling—like all his worries had vanished into thin air.

He felt light, joyful, and completely at ease.

And that feeling lasted for about a day before everything returned to normal.

“What kind of feeling?” Lin Fan was stunned, scratching his head. This couldn’t be right. A pill made from only three medicinal herbs shouldn’t produce such an effect.

“Zongzhu, the disciple really can’t describe it. Perhaps only by personally experiencing it can one truly understand,” Feng Buju replied.

Lin Fan looked at the two of them, narrowing his eyes slightly. Could it be that these two were trying to get revenge by tricking him into taking the pill himself? But judging from their eager expressions, they didn’t seem to be faking it.

“So you two want more pills now?” Lin Fan asked cautiously.

“Yes, Zongzhu! If possible, please grant us another one!” Zhang Erdog eagerly pleaded.

WTF, did these two actually get addicted to taking pills?

Well, whatever. He’d just give each of them another one.

After receiving the pills, the two immediately thanked Lin Fan and hurriedly returned to their hut.

Watching them go back inside, Lin Fan was left in a daze. Could it really be that miraculous?

Lin Fan had always taken pills as a source of experience, never truly experiencing their effects. But now, after hearing their descriptions, he felt a bit tempted.

What kind of feeling could it be?

Could it really be that amazing?