Lin Fan held a pill called “Big Brother Fan” in his hand, hesitating and curious. Could it really be as amazing as Zhang Erdog and Feng Buju described?
After a moment of hesitation, Lin Fan sighed, suppressing his curiosity. He decided not to take the pill—it was better for those without a partner to avoid it.
Before long, Lin Fan’s expression changed as a series of muffled sounds came from not far away. He gazed intently into the distance, frowning. The wooden huts of Zhang Erdog and Feng Buju were shaking violently.
“Ai, such a pity,” Lin Fan shook his head in lament, then let them be.
At the foot of the Nameless Peak, meanwhile…
Ye Shaotian hesitated, unsure whether he should climb the mountain to find that guy. Deep down, he was reluctant. That person had humiliated him, and he bore an unforgivable hatred. Yet he wanted to know what kind of pill it was that he had been forced to swallow that day.
Four days earlier, Ye Shaotian had assumed the pill Lin Fan had made him take was poisonous. But later, he realized he had been mistaken.
After consuming the pill, he had felt a surge of heat throughout his entire body, as if a volcano were about to erupt inside him, desperately needing an outlet.
Later, when he arrived at Ruo Mengyu’s place, driven nearly mad by the sensation, he didn’t say much before tearing off his clothes.
In that moment of union, he discovered a feeling unlike anything he had ever experienced.
Even more surprising to Ye Shaotian was the expression on Ruo Mengyu’s face and the passionate moans she made—something he had never felt from her before.
That encounter was earth-shattering, turning heaven and earth upside down, withering grass and flowers, splitting mountains and rivers, and flooding the land. The lingering sounds of passion echoed for days.
Both Ye Shaotian and Ruo Mengyu experienced a satisfaction they had never known before.
Especially when Ye Shaotian, exhausted, was leaving, he saw many people staring at him in astonishment.
But what struck him most was the one sentence Ruo Mengyu said as he departed, which remained etched in his mind.
“Brother Ye, that was the happiest moment of my life…”
Ye Shaotian definitely hadn’t imagined or misheard it. In Ruo Mengyu’s eyes, he saw a kind of satisfaction he had never seen before.
In the days following the pill’s effects, Ye Shaotian felt another wave of pleasure that seemed to erase all his worries, filling him with joy.
So now, he had come here—he wanted to know what kind of pill it was, and he wanted to experience that indescribable sensation again.
News of Ye Shaotian heading toward Nameless Peak spread quickly, and the outer disciples who learned of it followed behind. To them, it seemed a monumental battle was about to unfold.
Ye Shaotian and Lin Fan were clearly at odds, and now Ye Shaotian was making the first move—to reclaim his pride.
Arriving at Nameless Peak, Ye Shaotian looked around with disdain. The place was in ruins—how could it dare to call itself a sect? It was laughable.
“Junior Master Ye, you’ve come,” a voice suddenly called out. Ye Shaotian’s face changed, and he turned warily toward the figure sitting on a stone, gazing down at the endless mountains and rivers below.
“You knew I was coming?” Ye Shaotian asked.
“Of course,” Lin Fan replied with a faint smile, his tone calm and unhurried, as if everything were already in his control. His solemn figure seemed to blend with the surroundings, quietly exuding an imposing aura.
“How was the pill?” Lin Fan asked.
“What kind of pill was that?” Ye Shaotian took a deep breath. This pill was crucial to his future. Even though the man before him was his greatest enemy, he had to suppress his anger.
“Junior, this pill was personally crafted by your senior master, specifically to address your hidden ailment. Now, your face is as red as a flower—surely the pill has already taken effect, allowing you to experience the ultimate pleasure in life,” Lin Fan didn’t answer directly, then patted the empty space beside him on the stone.
“Come, sit here beside your senior. Let’s talk.”
Ye Shaotian eyed Lin Fan warily, suspicious of his intentions. But judging by the situation, it seemed Lin Fan wouldn’t speak unless he sat down.
After a moment’s hesitation, Ye Shaotian clenched his teeth and walked over.
Lin Fan gave Ye Shaotian a sidelong glance, secretly grinning. He had been sure the bait would work.
“You’re saying you made this pill?” Sitting side by side, they looked like old friends reunited after years apart.
This shocked the outer disciples who had followed to witness the spectacle. What was going on? Why did these two seem so close?
“I am your senior,” Lin Fan replied slightly displeased.
Ye Shaotian frowned but eventually relented. Fine, you’re the big guy now.
“Senior Lin, did you really make this pill?” Ye Shaotian asked again. To him, this pill was practically divine.
Deep down, Ye Shaotian knew his own shortcomings, but no man could admit his weakness. With Ruo Mengyu’s cooperation, he had stopped dwelling on it.
But when Lin Fan exposed his weakness, Ye Shaotian had been furious. You don’t hit a man in the face—but this guy had slapped him hard, right on the nose. He couldn’t tolerate that.
After taking the pill, however, Ye Shaotian felt he could never live without it again.
“Yes. This pill was specially crafted for you, Junior Ye. Are you satisfied?” Lin Fan asked with a calm smile.
“Satisfied,” Ye Shaotian nodded. Since he had a request to make, he had to play along for now.
“Good. I’m relieved to hear that,” Lin Fan said.
“Senior Lin, this time…” Ye Shaotian was about to ask for more pills, even preparing to bring the ingredients himself.
But before he could finish, Lin Fan interrupted.
“Junior, I understand your purpose. However, this pill is extremely difficult to make, and the herbs required are very rare. Still, if it can help you overcome your hidden issue, then my efforts haven’t been in vain. Here are four pills—use them sparingly. If you need more in the future, come back to me,” Lin Fan handed four pills to a stunned Ye Shaotian.
Ye Shaotian hadn’t expected Lin Fan to hand over the pills without any conditions.
In his mind, Lin Fan would surely make things difficult for him, perhaps even demand an exorbitant price. On the way here, he had already prepared himself for that.
If he could endure, he would. If he could buy them, he would.
But now, staring at the four pills in his palm, Ye Shaotian didn’t know what to say.
“Go on,” Lin Fan gently waved his hand, signaling Ye Shaotian to leave.
Ye Shaotian’s mind was still in a daze.
“Senior Lin, you’re just giving me these? No conditions at all?” Ye Shaotian asked in disbelief.
Under Ye Shaotian’s gaze, Lin Fan revealed a smile—a rare expression reserved only for elders showing affection toward their juniors.
“Junior, remember this: we are both part of the Holy Sect. Although I have established my own branch, I remain a part of the Holy Sect. If you’re in trouble, it’s only natural for me to help. No payment is needed.”
Ye Shaotian looked at Lin Fan with complex emotions, then nodded and left.
After Ye Shaotian departed, Lin Fan smiled faintly.
This couldn’t be rushed. It had to be done gradually, step by step, until finally reaching the core. Ye Shaotian wouldn’t be easily swayed just yet, but Lin Fan was confident that, with persistence, Ye Shaotian would eventually fall in line.
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