“How could you use such a despicable technique?” With a single strike, Yu Feng sent Lin Fan flying backward, his face dark with anger. If not for his quick reflexes just now, he might have actually been caught off guard.
“Despicable? Senior Brother, this is a perfectly legitimate technique. Besides Senior Brother, that palm strike you landed on your junior brother just now still hurts my chest. But your junior brother has another move I’d like you to critique,” Lin Fan naturally refused to admit his technique was underhanded.
Although this “Monkey Steals the Peach” technique might be considered low-grade, in this great master’s hands, it will surely flourish and gain prestige.
Just moments ago, Lin Fan discovered that “Monkey Steals the Peach” had surprisingly high potential for development.
“Senior Brother, this technique is called ‘Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms.’ Please, Senior Brother, critique it for me,” Lin Fan shouted, rhythmically adding sound effects as he charged at Yu Feng, his gestures impressively mimicking the words.
Just as he reached Yu Feng, Lin Fan suddenly crouched low and shouted,
“Monkey Steals the Peach!”
Yu Feng was startled. Not this move again.
“Hunyuan Nine Turns…”
“Bang!”
Lin Fan was sent flying again by another palm strike.
“Ding! Congratulations, experience for ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ increased by 6000.”
“How could you resort to such despicable tactics?” Yu Feng’s expression turned grim as he sent Lin Fan flying with a single strike. If he hadn’t reacted in time, Lin Fan might have succeeded.
“What despicable tactics? Senior Brother, this is a legitimate move. However, Senior Brother, that palm strike you just delivered still hurts my chest. But I have another move I’d like to ask for your guidance on.” Lin Fan naturally wouldn’t admit to using any underhanded techniques.
Although the “Monkey Steals the Peach” technique was considered a low-tier skill, in Lin Fan’s hands, it was destined to be elevated to greatness.
Just moments ago, Lin Fan had discovered that the “Monkey Steals the Peach” had significant potential for growth.
“Senior Brother, please guide me on this move—the ‘Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms’.” Lin Fan shouted twice, his movements accompanied by a rhythmic beat as he charged toward Yu Feng with a well-practiced stance.
But just as he reached Yu Feng, Lin Fan suddenly bent down and yelled, “Monkey Steals the Peach!”
Yu Feng was startled—this move again.
“Nine Revolutions of Chaos…”
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was sent flying once more.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +6000.”
Lin Fan quickly got up from the ground. Yu Feng’s cultivation was currently suppressed to the ninth level of the Houtian realm, so a single strike only added 6,000 experience points. Compared to the three million experience points required for the ‘Indestructible Demon Body,’ this was a drop in the bucket. No, he needed Yu Feng to increase his cultivation level to maximize the benefits.
“Senior Brother, I’ve been stuck at the ninth level of the Houtian realm for days and can’t seem to break through. Please suppress your cultivation to the third level of the Xiantian realm to give me enough pressure,” Lin Fan shouted.
Yu Feng looked at Lin Fan, momentarily silent. The previous two exchanges had already angered him, and now, hearing this, he wanted to teach Lin Fan a proper lesson. However, the senior brother was watching from above, and if something went wrong, it would be hard to explain.
“Junior Brother, this could lead to casualties,” Yu Feng said.
“The path of cultivation is one where life and death are determined by fate. Please grant me this request,” Lin Fan declared with unwavering resolve.
“Fine, if that’s the case, then Junior Brother, be careful,” Yu Feng said with a cold smile. Since Lin Fan was asking for it, he couldn’t blame anyone else.
Lin Fan observed Yu Feng. The inner sect was indeed the inner sect—Yu Feng was clearly a seasoned veteran. Compared to the naive disciples of the outer sect, the difference was like night and day.
Once you entered the inner sect, you could go out to gain experience, and through various trials, people would change.
After reaching the Xiantian realm, one could ensure their safety during external training. After all, without reaching Xiantian, one was nothing but an ant.
The Holy Demon Sect forbade outer sect disciples from leaving the mountain to protect them.
The inner sect was the core of the Holy Demon Sect, where many interests were intertwined, and schemes and deceptions were commonplace.
At this moment, the senior brother sitting on the high stone chair narrowed his eyes with interest.
Lin Fan felt Yu Feng’s aura surge. In terms of pure strength, Yu Feng, with his cultivation suppressed to the third level of the Xiantian realm, was far superior to him.
Although Lin Fan had the ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ to protect him, a single strike from a third-level Xiantian cultivator would still be enough to make him suffer.
But Lin Fan wasn’t afraid. A mere third-level Xiantian cultivator couldn’t kill him.
“Senior Brother, take this move—the ‘Buddha’s Palm,’ a legendary technique that descends from the heavens,” Lin Fan said calmly, then bent his legs and leaped into the air.
“Playing tricks,” Yu Feng muttered to himself, unimpressed.
As Lin Fan soared through the air, he noticed Yu Feng’s lack of reaction and felt a bit frustrated. He wasn’t falling for it—truly, the older ginger was spicier.
Lin Fan wasn’t in a hurry. He didn’t believe Yu Feng would remain vigilant forever.
“Senior Brother, here I come!” Lin Fan warned.
Yu Feng’s eyelids twitched slightly. The moment Lin Fan approached, he struck out with a palm. Lin Fan felt a surge of heat in his chest, the force several times stronger than before, and was sent flying, crashing to the ground.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +30000.”
“Pfft…” Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood. The gap between Houtian and Xiantian was indeed like heaven and earth.
Lin Fan couldn’t even see how Yu Feng had moved.
Houtian cultivators refined their blood and qi, while Xiantian cultivators refined their true essence.
Lin Fan had just felt a fierce, red true essence surge into his body, but it didn’t linger long before being absorbed.
Han Lu watched Lin Fan’s reckless behavior with satisfaction—it was practically suicide. But when he saw Lin Fan stand up again, his expression changed to one of disbelief.
“Senior Brother, that palm was incredibly powerful. I barely saw it. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan said after catching his breath.
Yu Feng was skeptical that Lin Fan could still stand. Although he had held back, that strike was not something a Houtian cultivator could withstand.
Yu Feng took a step forward, his aura fierce. “Fine, Junior Brother, you truly are surprising. Let’s see what other moves you have.”
“Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source.”
Lin Fan didn’t actually know these moves—he was just borrowing names from novels to add some flair.
The outer sect disciples below were thoroughly entertained, finding Lin Fan’s move names quite exciting.
But what was this “Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source”?
Yu Feng saw through Lin Fan’s bluff and wasn’t fooled.
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was grabbed by the arm and flung away by Yu Feng, unable to resist at all.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
Lin Fan landed flat on his back, but the thrill in his heart grew stronger. Truly, there was no limit to courting death. Challenging someone stronger was the way to go—the experience gains were exhilarating.
“Haha, Senior Brother, you’re amazing. I’m in awe. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan’s aura grew stronger, and he fought with increasing ferocity. His green robe was gradually stained with blood.
The outer sect disciples below, who had been noisy earlier, now fell silent, staring in disbelief at the madman on the stage.
He was already so injured, yet he still wanted to continue?
Yin Mochen was frantic. How could his junior brother be so reckless? If this continued, he would surely die.
“Senior Brother, take this—Three Parts Return to Origin!”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
“Senior Brother, take this—North Sea Divine Skill!”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
…
The scene repeated itself—Lin Fan was knocked down, got up, was knocked down again, and got up once more, over and over, leaving everyone in stunned silence.
Even the inner sect disciples were shocked. Although Lin Fan was constantly being beaten, his relentless determination to stand up again deeply impressed them.
Yu Feng was growing numb.
“Bang…”
Yu Feng struck out with another palm, but this time, Lin Fan didn’t fly away.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan grabbed Yu Feng’s arm.
“Pfft.” Lin Fan spat out a large mouthful of blood.
“Junior Brother, that’s enough,” Yu Feng said, visibly moved.
“Senior Brother, being able to spar with a master like you… pfft… I’m satisfied with this life,” Lin Fan said, spitting blood twice.
“Junior Brother, take this Blood Fusion Pill. It will stabilize your injuries.” Although Lin Fan’s cultivation was weak, Yu Feng had lost count of how many strikes he had taken. Yet, he kept getting up. Such willpower was something even Yu Feng had to admire.
“Senior Brother… I…” Lin Fan initially wanted to refuse and say something sentimental, but he changed his mind.
“Ding, discovered the healing treasure Blood Fusion Pill. After consumption, experience +100000.”
“Thank you, Senior Brother,” Lin Fan said weakly, lifting his hand to place the blood-red pill into his mouth.
“Junior Brother, with your determination, you’ll surely have a place in the inner sect in the future,” Yu Feng praised generously. This was the first time he had given such high praise to an outer sect disciple.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan looked at Yu Feng with gratitude, then slowly opened his arms, wanting to embrace him.
Yu Feng was momentarily stunned, then a faint smile appeared on his handsome face. If his junior brother wanted a hug, he would grant it.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan called softly.
“Hmm.”
“Senior Brother, I will repay your kindness in the future,” Lin Fan said, his previously dull eyes gradually brightening, though Yu Feng didn’t notice.
“It’s nothing, just a Blood Fusion Pill. Rest well, and I’ll be waiting for you in the inner sect,” Yu Feng said.
“It’s not about that,” Lin Fan shook his head slightly.
“Then what is it?” Yu Feng asked, puzzled.
“Senior Brother…”
“Hmm…” Yu Feng murmured.
“Monkey Steals the Peach…”
At that moment, the heavens and earth seemed to shift, as if the world was ending.
In life, it’s all about the schemes…
“How could you resort to such despicable tactics?” Yu Feng’s face turned grim as he sent Lin Fan flying with a single strike. If he hadn’t reacted in time, Lin Fan might have succeeded.
“What despicable tactics? Senior Brother, this is a legitimate move. But Senior Brother, that palm strike you just gave me still hurts my chest. However, I have another move I’d like to ask for your guidance on.” Naturally, Lin Fan wouldn’t admit to using any underhanded techniques.
Although the “Monkey Steals the Peach” was considered a low-tier technique, in Lin Fan’s hands, it was destined to be elevated to greatness.
Just moments ago, Lin Fan realized that the “Monkey Steals the Peach” had significant potential for growth.
“Senior Brother, please guide me on this move—the ‘Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms.'” Lin Fan shouted twice, his movements accompanied by an imaginary rhythm as he charged toward Yu Feng with a well-practiced stance.
But just as he reached Yu Feng, Lin Fan suddenly bent down and shouted, “Monkey Steals the Peach!”
Yu Feng was startled. “Again with this move?”
“Chaos Nine Revolutions…”
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was sent flying once more.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +6000.”
Lin Fan quickly got up from the ground. Yu Feng’s cultivation was currently suppressed to the ninth level of the Houtian realm, so a single strike only gave him 6,000 experience points. Compared to the three million experience points needed for the ‘Indestructible Demon Body,’ it was a drop in the bucket. He needed Yu Feng to increase his cultivation level to maximize the benefits.
“Senior Brother, I’ve been stuck at the ninth level of the Houtian realm for days and can’t seem to break through. Please suppress your cultivation to the third level of the Xiantian realm to give me enough pressure,” Lin Fan called out.
Yu Feng looked at Lin Fan, momentarily silent. The previous two exchanges had already angered him, and now hearing this, he wanted to teach Lin Fan a proper lesson. However, their senior brother was watching from above, and if something went wrong, it would be hard to explain.
“Junior Brother, this could lead to serious injury or even death,” Yu Feng warned.
“The path of cultivation is fraught with life and death. I ask for Senior Brother’s understanding,” Lin Fan declared with unwavering resolve, showing no fear.
“Very well, in that case, Junior Brother, you’d better be careful,” Yu Feng said with a cold smile. If Lin Fan was asking for trouble, he couldn’t blame anyone else.
Lin Fan observed Yu Feng. The inner sect was indeed different from the outer sect. The inner sect disciples were far more cunning and experienced compared to the naive outer sect disciples.
Once you entered the inner sect, you could go out to gain experience, and through those trials, people changed.
After reaching the Xiantian realm, one could better protect themselves during these trials. After all, without reaching the Xiantian realm, you were nothing but an ant.
The Holy Demon Sect forbade outer sect disciples from leaving the mountain to protect them.
The inner sect was the core of the Holy Demon Sect, where interests were more complex, and deceit was commonplace.
The senior brother sitting on the stone chair high above narrowed his eyes with a hint of interest.
Lin Fan felt Yu Feng’s aura surge. In terms of pure strength, Yu Feng, with his cultivation suppressed to the third level of the Xiantian realm, was far superior to him.
Although Lin Fan had the ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ to protect him, a single strike from a third-level Xiantian cultivator would still be enough to cause serious damage.
But Lin Fan wasn’t afraid. A mere third-level Xiantian cultivator couldn’t kill him.
“Senior Brother, take this move—the ‘Buddha’s Palm,’ a legendary technique that descends from the heavens,” Lin Fan said calmly before bending his knees and leaping into the air.
“Playing tricks,” Yu Feng muttered to himself, unimpressed.
As Lin Fan soared through the air, he noticed Yu Feng’s lack of reaction and felt a bit frustrated. Yu Feng wasn’t falling for it. Indeed, the older ginger was spicier.
Lin Fan wasn’t in a hurry. He was confident that Yu Feng would slip up eventually.
“Senior Brother, here I come!” Lin Fan warned.
Yu Feng’s eyelids twitched slightly. The moment Lin Fan approached, Yu Feng struck with a palm. Lin Fan felt a surge of heat in his chest, the force several times stronger than before, and he was sent flying, crashing to the ground.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +30000.”
“Ugh…” Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood. The gap between the Houtian and Xiantian realms was indeed like heaven and earth.
Lin Fan couldn’t even see how Yu Feng had moved.
The Houtian realm focused on refining qi and blood, while the Xiantian realm dealt with true essence.
Lin Fan had just felt a fierce, crimson true essence surge into his body, but it was quickly absorbed before it could cause any damage.
Han Lu watched Lin Fan’s reckless behavior with a mix of amusement and disbelief. It was as if Lin Fan was courting death, but when he saw Lin Fan stand up again, his expression changed to one of shock.
“Senior Brother, that palm strike was incredibly powerful. I barely saw it. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan said after catching his breath.
Yu Feng was skeptical that Lin Fan could still stand. Although he had held back, that strike was beyond what a Houtian cultivator could withstand.
Yu Feng took a step forward, his aura menacing. “Very well, Junior Brother, you continue to surprise me. Let’s see what other moves you have.”
“Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin.”
Lin Fan didn’t actually know this move; he was just borrowing names from novels to add some flair.
The outer sect disciples watching below were thoroughly entertained, finding Lin Fan’s move names quite thrilling.
But what on earth was “Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin”?
Yu Feng saw through Lin Fan’s bluff and wasn’t fooled.
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was grabbed by the arm and flung away by Yu Feng, unable to resist at all.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
Lin Fan landed flat on his back, but the thrill inside him grew stronger. Pushing the limits and challenging those stronger than himself was the way to go. The rush of gaining experience was exhilarating.
“Haha, Senior Brother, you’re amazing. I’m in awe. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan’s fighting spirit grew stronger with each exchange, though his once-green robe was now stained with blood.
The outer sect disciples, who had been noisy earlier, now fell silent, staring in disbelief at the madman on the stage.
How could he keep going after being injured like this?
Yin Mochen was frantic. How could his junior brother be so reckless? If this continued, he would surely die.
“Senior Brother, take this—Three Parts Return to Origin!”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
“Senior Brother, take this—North Sea Divine Skill!”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
…
The scene repeated itself: Lin Fan was knocked down, got up, was knocked down again, and got up once more. The cycle continued endlessly, leaving everyone in the audience stunned.
Even the inner sect disciples were shocked. Although Lin Fan was constantly being beaten, his relentless determination to rise again deeply impressed them.
Yu Feng was growing numb to it all.
“Bang…”
Yu Feng struck again, but this time, Lin Fan didn’t fly away.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan grabbed Yu Feng’s arm.
“Ugh…” Lin Fan spat out a large mouthful of blood.
“Junior Brother, that’s enough,” Yu Feng said, visibly moved.
“Senior Brother, being able to spar with a master like you… ugh… I’m satisfied with this life,” Lin Fan said, spitting blood twice in one sentence.
“Junior Brother, take this Blood Fusion Pill. It will stabilize your injuries.” Although Lin Fan’s cultivation was weak, Yu Feng had lost count of how many strikes he had taken. Yet, every time he fell, he got back up. Such willpower was something even Yu Feng had to admire.
“Senior Brother… I…” Lin Fan initially wanted to refuse and say something sentimental, but he changed his mind.
“Ding, discovered the healing holy medicine Blood Fusion Pill. After consumption, experience +100000.”
“Thank you, Senior Brother,” Lin Fan said weakly, lifting his hand to place the blood-red pill into his mouth.
“Junior Brother, with your determination, you will surely have a place in the inner sect in the future,” Yu Feng praised generously. This was the first time he had given such high praise to an outer sect disciple.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan looked at Yu Feng with gratitude, then slowly opened his arms, wanting to embrace him.
Yu Feng was momentarily stunned, but then a faint smile appeared on his handsome face. If his junior brother wanted a hug, he would grant it.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan called softly.
“Hmm.”
“Senior Brother, I will repay your kindness in the future,” Lin Fan said, his previously dull eyes gradually brightening, though Yu Feng didn’t notice.
“It’s nothing, just a Blood Fusion Pill. Rest well, Junior Brother. I’ll be waiting for you in the inner sect,” Yu Feng said.
“It’s not about that,” Lin Fan shook his head slightly.
“Then what is it?” Yu Feng asked, puzzled.
“Senior Brother…”
“Hmm…” Yu Feng murmured.
“Monkey Steals the Peach…”
At that moment, the heavens and earth seemed to shift, as if the world was ending.
In life, it’s all about the tricks you play…
Yu Feng looked at Lin Fan, temporarily silent. After the previous two encounters, Yu Feng had already been provoked. Hearing this now, he felt like giving Lin Fan a proper lesson. However, their senior brother was watching from above, and if something serious happened, it would be hard to explain.
“Junior Brother, this might result in injuries,” Yu Feng said.
“Cultivation is a path where life and death are determined by heaven itself. Please, Senior Brother, grant me this,” Lin Fan replied with solemn determination, unafraid.
“Fine, if that’s your wish, then Junior Brother must be careful,” Yu Feng said coldly, smirking slightly. If Lin Fan wanted to die, he wouldn’t hold back.
Lin Fan observed Yu Feng. No wonder he was an inner sect disciple—clearly an old hand. Compared to the simple-minded outer sect disciples, the difference was like night and day.
After entering the inner sect, one could go on external missions and experiences, which changed a person.
“How could you resort to such despicable tactics?” Yu Feng’s expression turned grim as he sent Lin Fan flying with a single strike. If he hadn’t reacted in time, he might have truly fallen victim to Lin Fan’s move.
“What despicable tactics? Senior Brother, this is a legitimate technique. However, Senior Brother, that palm strike of yours still has my chest aching. But I have another move I’d like to ask for your guidance on.” Naturally, Lin Fan wouldn’t admit to using any underhanded techniques.
Although the “Monkey Steals the Peach” was considered a low-tier skill, in Lin Fan’s hands, it was destined to be elevated to greatness.
Just moments ago, Lin Fan had realized that the “Monkey Steals the Peach” had significant potential for growth.
“Senior Brother, please guide me on this move—the ‘Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms’.” Lin Fan shouted twice, his movements accompanied by a rhythmic beat as he charged toward Yu Feng with a well-practiced stance.
But just as he reached Yu Feng, Lin Fan suddenly bent down and roared, “Monkey Steals the Peach!”
Yu Feng was startled—this move again.
“Chaos Nine Revolutions…”
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was sent flying once more.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +6000.”
Lin Fan quickly got up from the ground. Yu Feng’s cultivation was currently suppressed to the ninth level of the Postnatal Realm, so a single strike only gave him 6,000 experience points. Compared to the three million experience needed for the ‘Indestructible Demon Body,’ this was a drop in the bucket. No, he had to push Yu Feng to increase his cultivation level; otherwise, he couldn’t maximize the benefits.
“Senior Brother, I’ve been stuck at the ninth level of the Postnatal Realm for days now and can’t seem to break through. Please suppress your cultivation to the third level of the Innate Realm to give me enough pressure,” Lin Fan called out.
Yu Feng looked at Lin Fan, momentarily silent. In the previous two exchanges, Yu Feng had already been provoked. Hearing this, he felt the urge to teach Lin Fan a proper lesson. However, the senior brother was currently watching from above, and if anything went wrong, it would be hard to explain.
“Junior Brother, this might lead to casualties,” Yu Feng said.
“The path of cultivation is inherently a matter of life and death. Please, Senior Brother, grant me this opportunity,” Lin Fan declared with unwavering resolve.
“Very well. In that case, Junior Brother, you’d better be careful,” Yu Feng replied with a cold smile. If Lin Fan was seeking his own demise, then he couldn’t blame anyone else.
Lin Fan observed Yu Feng. The inner sect was indeed the inner sect—Yu Feng was likely an experienced veteran. Compared to the naive disciples of the outer sect, the difference was like night and day.
Once you entered the inner sect, you could venture out to gain experience, and through those experiences, people changed.
After reaching the Innate Realm, one could better protect themselves during external trials. After all, without reaching the Innate Realm, one was nothing more than an ant.
The Holy Demon Sect forbade outer sect disciples from leaving the mountain to protect them.
The inner sect, however, was the core of the Holy Demon Sect, where interests intertwined, and schemes and deceptions were commonplace.
At this moment, the senior brother sitting on the high stone chair narrowed his eyes with a hint of interest.
Lin Fan could feel Yu Feng’s aura surge. In terms of pure strength, Yu Feng, even with his cultivation suppressed to the third level of the Innate Realm, was leagues ahead of him.
Although Lin Fan had the ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ to protect him, a single strike from an Innate Realm cultivator would still be enough to leave him reeling.
But Lin Fan wasn’t afraid. A mere third-level Innate Realm strike wouldn’t kill him.
“Senior Brother, take this move—the ‘Buddha’s Palm,’ a legendary technique that descends from the heavens,” Lin Fan said calmly before bending his knees and leaping into the air.
“Playing tricks,” Yu Feng muttered to himself, unimpressed.
As Lin Fan soared through the air, he noticed Yu Feng’s lack of reaction and felt a pang of frustration. He wasn’t falling for it—truly, the old fox was hard to fool.
But Lin Fan wasn’t in a hurry. He was confident that Yu Feng would slip up eventually.
“Senior Brother, here I come!” Lin Fan warned.
Yu Feng’s eyelids flickered slightly. The moment Lin Fan approached, he struck out with a palm. Lin Fan felt a surge of heat in his chest, the force several times stronger than before, and he was sent flying, crashing to the ground.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +30,000.”
“Ugh…” Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood. The gap between the Postnatal and Innate Realms was indeed like heaven and earth.
Lin Fan couldn’t even see how Yu Feng had moved.
The Postnatal Realm focused on refining qi and blood, while the Innate Realm dealt with true essence.
Lin Fan had also felt a surge of fierce, crimson true essence enter his body, but it didn’t linger long before being absorbed.
Han Lu watched Lin Fan’s reckless behavior with a mix of amusement and disbelief. It was sheer madness, but when he saw Lin Fan stand up again, his expression shifted to one of shock.
“Senior Brother, that palm strike was incredible. I barely saw it. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan said after catching his breath.
Yu Feng was skeptical that Lin Fan could still stand. Although he had held back, that strike was beyond what a Postnatal cultivator could withstand.
Yu Feng took a step forward, his aura menacing. “Very well, Junior Brother, you continue to surprise me. Let’s see what other moves you have.”
“Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source.”
Lin Fan didn’t actually know these moves; he was just borrowing names from novels to add some flair.
The outer sect disciples below, however, were thoroughly entertained, finding Lin Fan’s move names quite thrilling.
But what on earth was “Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source”?
Yu Feng saw through Lin Fan’s bluff and wasn’t fooled.
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was grabbed by the arm and sent flying without any chance to resist.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40,000.”
Lin Fan landed flat on his back, but the thrill inside him grew stronger. Pushing the limits and challenging those above his level was the way to go—the experience gains were exhilarating.
“Haha, Senior Brother, you’re amazing. I’m in awe. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan’s momentum grew stronger, his fighting spirit unyielding. His once pristine green robe was now stained with blood.
The outer sect disciples below, who had been noisy earlier, now fell silent, staring in disbelief at the madman on the stage.
How could he keep going after being injured like this?
Yin Mochen was frantic. How could his junior brother be so reckless? If this continued, he would truly die.
“Senior Brother, take this—Three Parts Return to Origin.”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40,000.”
“Senior Brother, take this—Northern Profound Divine Skill.”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40,000.”
…
The scene repeated itself—Lin Fan was knocked down, got up, was knocked down again, and got up once more, over and over, leaving everyone in stunned silence.
Even the inner sect disciples were shocked. Although Lin Fan was constantly on the receiving end, his relentless determination to rise after every fall left them deeply impressed.
Yu Feng himself was growing numb.
“Bang…”
Yu Feng struck out with another palm, but this time, Lin Fan didn’t fly away.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan grabbed Yu Feng’s arm.
“Ugh.” Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Junior Brother, that’s enough,” Yu Feng said, visibly moved.
“Senior Brother, being able to spar with a master like you… I… ugh… I’m satisfied with this life,” Lin Fan said, spitting blood twice.
“Junior Brother, take this Blood Fusion Pill. It will stabilize your injuries.” Although Lin Fan’s cultivation was weak, Yu Feng had lost count of how many strikes he had taken. Yet, every time he fell, he got back up. Such willpower was something even Yu Feng had to admire.
“Senior Brother… I…” Lin Fan initially wanted to refuse and say something sentimental, but he changed his mind.
“Ding, discovered the healing treasure Blood Fusion Pill. Consuming it grants +100,000 experience.”
“Thank you, Senior Brother.” Lin Fan weakly raised his hand and placed the blood-red pill into his mouth.
“Junior Brother, with your determination, you’ll surely have a place in the inner sect in the future,” Yu Feng praised generously. This was the first time he had given such high praise to an outer sect disciple.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan looked at Yu Feng with gratitude, then slowly opened his arms, wanting to embrace him.
Yu Feng was momentarily stunned, but then a faint smile appeared on his handsome face. If his junior brother wanted a hug, he would grant it.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan called softly.
“Hmm.”
“Senior Brother, I will repay your kindness in the future.” Lin Fan’s previously dull eyes gradually brightened, though Yu Feng didn’t notice.
“It’s nothing, just a Blood Fusion Pill. Rest well, Junior Brother. I’ll be waiting for you in the inner sect,” Yu Feng said.
“It’s not about that,” Lin Fan shook his head slightly.
“Then what is it?” Yu Feng asked, puzzled.
“Senior Brother…”
“Hmm…” Yu Feng murmured.
“Monkey Steals the Peach…”
At that moment, the heavens and earth seemed to shift, as if the world was ending.
In life, it’s all about the schemes…
The Saint and Devil Sect prohibited outer sect disciples from leaving the mountain precisely to protect them.
The inner sect was considered the core of the Saint and Devil Sect, where complex interests and cutthroat competition were commonplace.
At this moment, the senior brother sitting on the high platform in a stone chair narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a flicker of interest.
“How could you resort to such despicable tactics?” Yu Feng’s expression turned grim as he sent Lin Fan flying with a single strike. If he hadn’t reacted in time, Lin Fan might have succeeded.
“What despicable tactics? Senior Brother, this is a legitimate technique. But, Senior Brother, that palm strike of yours still hurts my chest a bit. However, I have another move I’d like to ask for your guidance on.” Lin Fan naturally wouldn’t admit to using any underhanded methods.
Although the “Monkey Steals the Peach” technique was considered low-tier, in Lin Fan’s hands, it was destined to be elevated to greatness.
Just moments ago, Lin Fan had realized that the “Monkey Steals the Peach” technique had significant potential for growth.
“Senior Brother, please guide me on this move—the ‘Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms’.” Lin Fan shouted twice, his movements rhythmic and precise as he charged toward Yu Feng.
But just as he reached Yu Feng, Lin Fan suddenly bent down and yelled, “Monkey Steals the Peach!”
Yu Feng was startled. He was using that move again.
“Chaos Nine Revolutions…”
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was sent flying once more.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +6000.”
Lin Fan quickly got up from the ground. Yu Feng’s cultivation was currently suppressed to the ninth level of the Houtian realm, so a single strike only gave him 6,000 experience points. Compared to the three million experience needed for the ‘Indestructible Demon Body,’ this was a drop in the bucket. He needed Yu Feng to raise his cultivation level to maximize the benefits.
“Senior Brother, I’ve been stuck at the ninth level of the Houtian realm for days and can’t seem to break through. Please suppress your cultivation to the third level of the Xiantian realm to give me enough pressure,” Lin Fan called out.
Yu Feng looked at Lin Fan, momentarily silent. The previous two exchanges had already angered him, and now he wanted to teach Lin Fan a lesson. However, their senior brother was watching from above, and if something went wrong, it would be hard to explain.
“Junior Brother, this could lead to serious injury or death,” Yu Feng warned.
“The path of cultivation is one where life and death are in the hands of fate. Please grant me this, Senior Brother,” Lin Fan declared resolutely, without a trace of fear.
“Fine. If that’s the case, then be careful, Junior Brother,” Yu Feng said with a cold smile. If Lin Fan was seeking his own demise, he couldn’t blame anyone else.
Lin Fan observed Yu Feng. The inner sect was indeed different from the outer sect. The inner disciples were more experienced and cunning compared to the naive outer disciples.
Once you entered the inner sect, you could go out to gain experience, and through various trials, people would change.
After reaching the Xiantian realm, one could ensure their safety during external trials. After all, without reaching the Xiantian realm, one was nothing but an ant.
The Saint Demon Sect forbade outer disciples from leaving the mountain to protect them.
The inner sect was the core of the Saint Demon Sect, where many interests were at stake, and deceit and scheming were commonplace.
At this moment, the senior brother sitting on the high stone chair narrowed his eyes with interest.
Lin Fan felt Yu Feng’s aura surge. In terms of pure strength, Yu Feng, with his cultivation suppressed to the third level of the Xiantian realm, was far superior to him.
Although Lin Fan had the ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ to protect him, a single strike from a third-level Xiantian cultivator would still be enough to make him suffer.
But Lin Fan wasn’t afraid. A mere third-level Xiantian cultivator couldn’t kill him.
“Senior Brother, take this move—the ‘Buddha’s Palm,’ a legendary technique that descends from the heavens,” Lin Fan said calmly, then bent his knees and leaped into the air.
“Playing tricks,” Yu Feng muttered to himself, unimpressed.
As Lin Fan hung in the air, he noticed Yu Feng’s lack of reaction and felt a bit frustrated. He wasn’t falling for it. Indeed, the older ginger was spicier.
Lin Fan wasn’t in a hurry. He didn’t believe Yu Feng would remain vigilant forever.
“Senior Brother, here I come…” Lin Fan warned.
Yu Feng’s eyelids twitched slightly. The moment Lin Fan approached, Yu Feng struck out with a palm. Lin Fan felt a surge of heat in his chest, the force several times stronger than before, and he was sent flying, crashing to the ground.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +30000.”
“Pfft…” Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood. The gap between the Houtian and Xiantian realms was indeed like heaven and earth.
Lin Fan couldn’t even see how Yu Feng had moved.
The Houtian realm focused on refining qi and blood, while the Xiantian realm dealt with true essence.
Lin Fan had also felt a surge of fierce red true essence enter his body, but it was quickly absorbed before it could do much damage.
Han Lu watched Lin Fan’s reckless behavior with satisfaction, thinking he was seeking death. But when he saw Lin Fan stand up again, his expression changed to one of disbelief.
“Senior Brother, that palm was incredibly powerful. I barely saw it. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan said after catching his breath.
Yu Feng was skeptical that Lin Fan could still stand. Although he had held back, that strike was beyond what a Houtian cultivator could withstand.
Yu Feng took a step forward, his aura fierce. “Fine, Junior Brother, you continue to surprise me. Let’s see what other moves you have.”
“Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin.”
Lin Fan didn’t actually know these techniques; he was just borrowing names from novels to add to the atmosphere.
The outer disciples below were thoroughly entertained, finding Lin Fan’s move names quite thrilling.
But what was this “Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin”?
Yu Feng saw through Lin Fan’s bluff and wasn’t fooled.
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was grabbed by the arm and flung away by Yu Feng, without any chance to resist.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
Lin Fan landed flat on his back, but the thrill in his heart grew stronger. Pushing the limits and challenging those above his level was the way to go. The rush of gaining experience was exhilarating.
“Haha, Senior Brother, you’re amazing. I’m in awe. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan’s aura grew stronger, and he fought with increasing ferocity. His green robe was gradually stained with blood.
The outer disciples below, who had been noisy earlier, now fell silent, staring in disbelief at the madman on the stage.
How could he keep going after being injured like this?
Yin Mochen was frantic with worry. How could his junior brother be so reckless? If this continued, he would surely die.
“Senior Brother, take this—Three Parts Return to Origin.”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
“Senior Brother, take this—Northern Profound Divine Skill.”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
…
The scene repeated itself: Lin Fan was knocked down, got up, was knocked down again, and got up once more, over and over, leaving everyone in shock.
Even the inner sect disciples were stunned. Although Lin Fan was constantly being beaten, his relentless spirit of getting back up each time deeply impressed them.
Yu Feng was also growing numb.
“Bang…”
Yu Feng struck out with another palm, but this time Lin Fan didn’t fly away.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan grabbed Yu Feng’s arm.
“Pfft.” Lin Fan spat out a large mouthful of blood.
“Junior Brother, that’s enough,” Yu Feng said, visibly moved.
“Senior Brother, being able to spar with a master like you… pfft… I’m satisfied with my life,” Lin Fan said, spitting blood twice.
“Junior Brother, take this Blood Fusion Pill. It will stabilize your injuries.” Although Lin Fan’s cultivation was weak, Yu Feng had lost count of how many strikes he had taken. Yet, each time he fell, he got back up. Such determination was something even Yu Feng had to admire.
“Senior Brother… I…” Lin Fan initially wanted to refuse and say something sentimental, but he changed his mind.
“Ding, discovered the healing treasure Blood Fusion Pill. After consumption, experience +100000.”
“Thank you, Senior Brother,” Lin Fan said weakly, lifting his hand to place the blood-red pill into his mouth.
“Junior Brother, with your determination, you’ll surely have a place in the inner sect in the future,” Yu Feng praised generously. This was the first time he had given such high praise to an outer disciple.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan looked at Yu Feng with gratitude, then slowly opened his arms, wanting to embrace him.
Yu Feng was momentarily stunned, then a faint smile appeared on his handsome face. If his junior brother wanted a hug, he would grant it.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan called softly.
“Hmm.”
“Senior Brother, I will repay your kindness in the future,” Lin Fan said, his previously dull eyes gradually brightening, though Yu Feng didn’t notice.
“It’s nothing, just a Blood Fusion Pill. Rest well, Junior Brother. I’ll be waiting for you in the inner sect,” Yu Feng said.
“It’s not about that,” Lin Fan shook his head slightly.
“Then what is it?” Yu Feng asked, puzzled.
“Senior Brother…”
“Hmm…” Yu Feng murmured.
“Monkey Steals the Peach…”
At that moment, the heavens and earth seemed to change, as if the world was ending.
Life is all about playing the game…
“How could you resort to such despicable tactics?” Yu Feng’s expression turned grim as he sent Lin Fan flying with a single strike. If he hadn’t reacted in time, Lin Fan might have succeeded.
“What despicable tactics? Senior Brother, this is a legitimate move. However, Senior Brother, that palm strike of yours still hurts my chest a bit. But I have another move I’d like to ask for your guidance on.” Lin Fan naturally wouldn’t admit to using any underhanded techniques.
Although the “Monkey Steals the Peach” technique was considered a low-tier skill, in Lin Fan’s hands, it was destined to be elevated to greatness.
Just moments ago, Lin Fan had realized the potential for growth in this technique.
“Senior Brother, this move, the ‘Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms,’ please offer your guidance.” Lin Fan shouted twice, his movements accompanied by an imaginary rhythm as he charged at Yu Feng with a well-practiced stance.
But just as he reached Yu Feng, Lin Fan suddenly bent down and yelled, “Monkey Steals the Peach!”
Yu Feng was startled—he was using that move again.
“Mixed Origin Nine Revolutions…”
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was sent flying once more.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +6000.”
Lin Fan quickly got up from the ground. Yu Feng’s cultivation was currently suppressed to the ninth level of the Houtian realm, so a single strike only gave him 6,000 experience points. Compared to the three million experience needed for the ‘Indestructible Demon Body,’ this was a drop in the bucket. He needed Yu Feng to raise his cultivation level to maximize the benefits.
“Senior Brother, I’ve been stuck at the ninth level of the Houtian realm for days and can’t seem to break through. Please suppress your cultivation to the third level of the Xiantian realm to give me enough pressure,” Lin Fan called out.
Yu Feng looked at Lin Fan, momentarily silent. The previous two exchanges had already angered him, and now he wanted to teach Lin Fan a lesson. However, the senior brother was watching from above, and if something went wrong, it would be hard to explain.
“Junior Brother, this could lead to serious injury or death,” Yu Feng warned.
“The path of cultivation is one where life and death are determined by fate. Please grant me this, Senior Brother,” Lin Fan declared with unwavering resolve.
“Very well. In that case, Junior Brother, you’d better be careful,” Yu Feng said with a cold smile. If Lin Fan was seeking his own demise, he couldn’t blame anyone else.
Lin Fan observed Yu Feng. The inner sect was indeed different from the outer sect. The inner disciples had experienced the outside world and had changed as a result. Once one reached the Xiantian realm, they could venture out with some assurance of safety. After all, those who hadn’t reached the Xiantian realm were nothing more than ants.
The Holy Demon Sect forbade outer disciples from leaving the mountain to protect them. The inner sect, however, was the core of the sect, where interests were complex, and deceit was commonplace.
The senior brother sitting on the high stone chair narrowed his eyes, showing a hint of interest.
Lin Fan felt Yu Feng’s aura surge. In terms of pure strength, Yu Feng, even with his cultivation suppressed to the third level of the Xiantian realm, was far superior to him. Although Lin Fan had the ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ to protect him, a single strike from a Xiantian third-level cultivator would still be devastating.
But Lin Fan wasn’t afraid. A mere third-level Xiantian strike wouldn’t kill him.
“Senior Brother, take this move—the ‘Buddha’s Palm,’ a legendary technique that descends from the heavens,” Lin Fan said calmly before bending his knees and leaping into the air.
“Playing tricks,” Yu Feng muttered to himself, unimpressed.
As Lin Fan soared through the air, he noticed Yu Feng’s lack of reaction. This wasn’t going as planned. The old fox wasn’t falling for it.
Lin Fan wasn’t worried. He was confident that Yu Feng would slip up eventually.
“Senior Brother, here I come!” Lin Fan shouted.
Yu Feng’s eyelids twitched slightly. As Lin Fan approached, Yu Feng struck with a palm. Lin Fan felt a surge of heat in his chest, the force several times stronger than before, and he was sent flying to the ground.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +30000.”
“Ugh…” Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood. The gap between the Houtian and Xiantian realms was indeed vast.
Lin Fan couldn’t even see how Yu Feng had moved.
The Houtian realm focused on refining blood and qi, while the Xiantian realm harnessed true essence.
Lin Fan had felt a fierce, red true essence surge into his body, but it was quickly absorbed before it could cause any damage.
Han Lu watched Lin Fan’s reckless behavior with satisfaction, thinking he was digging his own grave. But when Lin Fan stood up again, Han Lu’s expression changed to one of disbelief.
“Senior Brother, that palm strike was incredible. I barely saw it. Let’s go again,” Lin Fan said after catching his breath.
Yu Feng was skeptical that Lin Fan could still stand. Although he had held back, that strike should have been beyond what a Houtian cultivator could endure.
Yu Feng stepped forward, his aura fierce. “Very well, Junior Brother. You continue to surprise me. Let’s see what other moves you have.”
“Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin.”
Lin Fan didn’t actually know this move; he was just borrowing names from novels to add flair.
The outer disciples watching were thoroughly entertained, finding Lin Fan’s move names quite thrilling.
But what was this “Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin”?
Yu Feng saw through Lin Fan’s bluff and wasn’t fooled.
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was grabbed by the arm and sent flying without any chance to resist.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
Lin Fan landed flat on his back, but the thrill of pushing his limits was intoxicating. The more he challenged himself, the greater the rewards.
“Ha! Senior Brother, you’re amazing. I’m in awe. Let’s go again!” Lin Fan’s spirit grew stronger with each strike, even as his green robe became increasingly stained with blood.
The outer disciples, who had been noisy earlier, now fell silent, staring in disbelief at the madman on the stage.
How could he keep going after being so badly injured?
Yin Mochen was frantic. How could his junior brother be so reckless? If this continued, he would surely die.
“Senior Brother, take this—Three Parts Return to Origin!”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
“Senior Brother, take this—North Sea Divine Skill!”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
…
The scene repeated itself: Lin Fan was knocked down, got up, was knocked down again, and got up once more. The cycle continued, leaving everyone in stunned silence.
Even the inner disciples were shocked. Although Lin Fan was constantly being beaten, his ability to keep standing was deeply impressive.
Yu Feng was growing numb to it all.
“Bang…”
Yu Feng struck again, but this time Lin Fan didn’t fly away.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan grabbed Yu Feng’s arm.
“Ugh…” Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Junior Brother, that’s enough,” Yu Feng said, visibly moved.
“Senior Brother, being able to spar with a master like you… I’m… I’m satisfied with my life,” Lin Fan said, spitting blood twice.
“Junior Brother, take this Blood Fusion Pill. It will stabilize your injuries.” Although Lin Fan’s cultivation was weak, Yu Feng had lost count of how many strikes he had endured. His resilience was something even Yu Feng had to admire.
“Senior Brother… I…” Lin Fan initially wanted to refuse and say something sentimental, but he changed his mind.
“Ding, discovered the healing treasure Blood Fusion Pill. Consuming it grants +100000 experience.”
“Thank you, Senior Brother,” Lin Fan said weakly, taking the blood-red pill and swallowing it.
“Junior Brother, with your determination, you’ll surely have a place in the inner sect in the future,” Yu Feng praised without hesitation. This was the first time he had given such high praise to an outer disciple.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan looked at Yu Feng with gratitude, then slowly opened his arms, wanting to embrace him.
Yu Feng was momentarily surprised, but then a faint smile appeared on his handsome face. If his junior brother wanted a hug, he would grant it.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan called softly.
“Hmm.”
“Senior Brother, I’ll repay your kindness in the future,” Lin Fan said, his previously dull eyes now shining brightly, though Yu Feng didn’t notice.
“It’s nothing. Just a Blood Fusion Pill. Rest well, and I’ll see you in the inner sect,” Yu Feng said.
“It’s not about that,” Lin Fan shook his head slightly.
“Then what is it?” Yu Feng asked, puzzled.
“Senior Brother…”
“Hmm…” Yu Feng murmured.
“Monkey Steals the Peach…”
At that moment, the heavens and earth seemed to shift, as if the world was ending.
Life is all about playing the long game…
“How could you resort to such despicable tactics?” Yu Feng’s face turned grim as he sent Lin Fan flying with a single strike. If he hadn’t reacted in time, Lin Fan might have actually succeeded.
“What despicable tactics? Senior Brother, this is a legitimate technique. But Senior Brother, that palm strike of yours still has my chest aching. However, I have another move I’d like to ask for your guidance on.” Naturally, Lin Fan wouldn’t admit to using any underhanded tactics.
Although “Monkey Steals the Peach” was a low-tier technique, in Lin Fan’s hands, it was destined to be elevated to greatness.
Just moments ago, Lin Fan had discovered that “Monkey Steals the Peach” had significant potential for growth.
“Senior Brother, please guide me on this move—the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!” Lin Fan shouted, his movements synchronized with an imaginary rhythm as he charged toward Yu Feng with a flourish.
But just as he reached Yu Feng, Lin Fan suddenly bent down and yelled, “Monkey Steals the Peach!”
Yu Feng was startled—he was using that move again.
“Nine Revolutions of Chaos…”
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was sent flying once more.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +6000.”
Lin Fan quickly got up from the ground. Yu Feng’s cultivation was currently suppressed to the ninth level of the Postnatal Realm, so a single strike only added 6,000 experience points. Compared to the three million experience points needed for “Indestructible Demon Body,” it was a drop in the bucket. No, he had to push Yu Feng to increase his cultivation level; otherwise, he couldn’t maximize the benefits.
“Senior Brother, I’ve been stuck at the ninth level of the Postnatal Realm for days now, unable to break through. Please suppress your cultivation to the third level of the Innate Realm and give me enough pressure,” Lin Fan called out.
Yu Feng looked at Lin Fan but remained silent for a moment. The previous two exchanges had already angered him, and now, hearing this, he wanted to teach Lin Fan a proper lesson. However, the senior brother was watching from above, and if anything went wrong, it would be hard to explain.
“Junior Brother, this could lead to serious injury or even death,” Yu Feng warned.
“The path of cultivation is inherently fraught with life and death. I ask for Senior Brother’s permission,” Lin Fan declared with unwavering resolve.
“Very well, in that case, Junior Brother, be careful,” Yu Feng said with a cold smile. If Lin Fan was seeking his own demise, he couldn’t blame anyone else.
Lin Fan observed Yu Feng. The inner sect was indeed the inner sect—Yu Feng was clearly a seasoned veteran. Compared to the naive disciples of the outer sect, the difference was like night and day.
Once you entered the inner sect, you could go out to gain experience, and through those trials, people would inevitably change.
After reaching the Innate Realm, one could better protect themselves during external trials. After all, without reaching the Innate Realm, one was nothing more than an ant.
The Holy Demon Sect forbade outer sect disciples from leaving the mountain to protect them.
The inner sect, however, was the core of the Holy Demon Sect, where interests intertwined, and schemes and deceptions were commonplace.
At this moment, the senior brother sitting on the stone chair high above narrowed his eyes with a hint of interest.
Lin Fan could feel Yu Feng’s aura surge. In terms of pure strength, Yu Feng, with his cultivation suppressed to the third level of the Innate Realm, was already leagues ahead of him.
Although Lin Fan had the “Indestructible Demon Body” to protect him, a single strike from someone at the third level of the Innate Realm would still be enough to make him suffer.
But Lin Fan wasn’t afraid. A mere third-level Innate cultivator couldn’t kill him.
“Senior Brother, take this move—the Buddha’s Palm, a legendary technique that descends from the heavens!” Lin Fan said calmly, then bent his knees and leaped into the air.
“Playing tricks,” Yu Feng muttered to himself, unimpressed.
As Lin Fan soared through the air, he noticed Yu Feng’s lack of reaction and felt a bit frustrated. He wasn’t falling for it—truly, the older ginger was spicier.
But Lin Fan wasn’t in a hurry. He was confident that Yu Feng would slip up eventually.
“Senior Brother, here I come!” Lin Fan warned.
Yu Feng’s eyelids twitched slightly, and as Lin Fan approached, he struck out with a palm. Lin Fan immediately felt a surge of heat in his chest, the force several times stronger than before, and he was sent flying, crashing to the ground.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +30000.”
“Ugh…” Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood. The gap between the Postnatal and Innate Realms was indeed like heaven and earth.
Lin Fan couldn’t even see how Yu Feng had moved.
The Postnatal Realm focused on refining qi and blood, while the Innate Realm dealt with true essence.
Lin Fan had also felt a surge of fierce, crimson true essence enter his body, but it didn’t linger long before being absorbed.
Han Lu watched Lin Fan’s reckless behavior with a mix of amusement and disbelief. It was sheer madness, but when he saw Lin Fan stand up again, his expression changed to one of shock.
“Senior Brother, that palm strike was truly powerful. I didn’t even see it clearly. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan said after catching his breath.
Yu Feng was skeptical that Lin Fan could still stand. Although he had held back, that strike was not something a Postnatal cultivator could withstand.
Yu Feng stepped forward, his aura menacing. “Very well, Junior Brother, you continue to surprise me. Let’s see what other moves you have.”
“Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!”
Lin Fan didn’t actually know these moves—he was just borrowing names from novels to add some flair.
The outer sect disciples below, however, were thoroughly entertained, finding Lin Fan’s move names quite thrilling.
But what on earth was “Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin”?
Yu Feng saw through Lin Fan’s bluff and wasn’t fooled.
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was grabbed by the arm and flung away by Yu Feng, unable to put up any resistance.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
Lin Fan landed flat on his back, but the thrill inside him grew stronger. Truly, there was no limit to courting death—challenging someone stronger was the way to go. The rush of gaining experience was exhilarating.
“Haha, Senior Brother, you’re amazing. I’m in awe. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan’s aura grew stronger, and he fought with increasing ferocity. His once pristine green robe was now gradually stained with blood.
The outer sect disciples below, who had been noisy earlier, now fell silent, staring in disbelief at the madman on the stage.
How could he keep going after being injured like this?
Yin Mochen was frantic. How could his junior brother be so reckless? If this continued, he would surely die.
“Senior Brother, take this—Three Parts Return to Origin!”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
“Senior Brother, take this—Northern Profound Divine Skill!”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
…
The scene repeated itself—Lin Fan was knocked down, got up, was knocked down again, and got up once more, over and over, leaving everyone in the audience stunned.
Even the inner sect disciples were shocked. Although Lin Fan was constantly on the receiving end, his unyielding spirit to rise again and again deeply impressed them.
Yu Feng himself was growing numb.
“Bang…”
Yu Feng struck out with another palm, but this time, Lin Fan didn’t fly away.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan grabbed Yu Feng’s arm.
“Ugh…” Lin Fan spat out a large mouthful of blood.
“Junior Brother, that’s enough,” Yu Feng said, visibly moved.
“Senior Brother, being able to spar with a master like you… ugh… I’m satisfied with this life,” Lin Fan said, spitting blood twice in one sentence.
“Junior Brother, take this Blood Fusion Pill. It will stabilize your injuries.” Although Lin Fan’s cultivation was weak, Yu Feng had lost count of how many strikes he had endured. Yet, every time he fell, he got back up. Such willpower was something even Yu Feng had to admire.
“Senior Brother… I…” Lin Fan initially wanted to refuse and say something sentimental, but he changed his mind.
“Ding, discovered the healing treasure Blood Fusion Pill. After consumption, experience +100000.”
“Thank you, Senior Brother,” Lin Fan weakly raised his hand and placed the crimson pill into his mouth.
“Junior Brother, with your determination, you will surely have a place in the inner sect in the future,” Yu Feng praised without hesitation. This was the first time he had given such high praise to an outer sect disciple.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan looked at Yu Feng with gratitude, then slowly opened his arms, wanting to embrace him.
Yu Feng was momentarily stunned, but then a faint smile appeared on his handsome face. If his junior brother wanted a hug, he would grant it.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan called softly.
“Hmm.”
“Senior Brother, I will repay your kindness in the future,” Lin Fan said, his previously dull eyes gradually brightening, though Yu Feng didn’t notice.
“It’s nothing, just a Blood Fusion Pill. Rest well, and I’ll be waiting for you in the inner sect,” Yu Feng said.
“It’s not about that,” Lin Fan shook his head slightly.
“Then what is it?” Yu Feng asked, puzzled.
“Senior Brother…”
“Hmm…” Yu Feng murmured.
“Monkey Steals the Peach…”
At that moment, the heavens and earth seemed to shift, as if the world was ending.
In life, it’s all about the schemes…
“Senior Brother, take this move—’Buddha’s Palm.’ It’s a legendary palm technique that descends from the heavens,” Lin Fan said calmly, then bent his legs and leapt high into the air with a “booming” sound.
“Fake nonsense,” Yu Feng muttered, unimpressed.
Seeing Yu Feng unmoved as he hovered in midair, Lin Fan felt a little awkward. He hadn’t taken the bait. Indeed, the older generation was more experienced.
Lin Fan wasn’t worried. He was sure that eventually, Yu Feng would slip up.
“Senior Brother, here comes the move…” Lin Fan warned.
Yu Feng’s eyelid twitched slightly. As Lin Fan approached, he struck out with a palm. Lin Fan instantly felt a burning sensation in his chest—several times stronger than before—and was sent flying, crashing to the ground.
“Ding! Congratulations, experience for ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ increased by 30,000.”
“How could you resort to such despicable tactics?” Yu Feng’s expression darkened as he sent Lin Fan flying with a single strike. If he hadn’t reacted in time, Lin Fan might have succeeded.
“What despicable tactics? Senior Brother, this is a legitimate technique. However, Senior Brother, that palm strike you just delivered still hurts my chest. But I have another move I’d like to ask for your guidance on.” Naturally, Lin Fan wouldn’t admit to using any underhanded techniques.
Although the “Monkey Steals the Peach” technique was considered low-tier, in Lin Fan’s hands, it was destined to be elevated to greatness.
Just moments ago, Lin Fan had realized that the “Monkey Steals the Peach” had significant potential for growth.
“Senior Brother, this move is called the ‘Dragon-Subduing Palm.’ Please offer your guidance.” Lin Fan shouted, his movements accompanied by a rhythmic beat, charging towards Yu Feng with a well-practiced stance.
But just as he reached Yu Feng, Lin Fan suddenly bent down and yelled, “Monkey Steals the Peach!”
Yu Feng was startled. He was using that move again.
“Mixed Origin Nine Revolutions…”
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was sent flying once more.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +6000.”
Lin Fan quickly got up from the ground. Yu Feng’s cultivation was currently suppressed to the ninth level of the Houtian realm, so a single strike only yielded 6,000 experience points. Compared to the three million experience needed for the “Indestructible Demon Body,” it was a drop in the bucket. He needed Yu Feng to increase his cultivation level to maximize the benefits.
“Senior Brother, I’ve been stuck at the ninth level of the Houtian realm for days and can’t seem to break through. Please suppress your cultivation to the third level of the Xiantian realm to give me enough pressure,” Lin Fan shouted.
Yu Feng looked at Lin Fan, momentarily silent. The previous two exchanges had already angered him, and now, hearing this, he wanted to teach Lin Fan a lesson. However, the senior brother was watching from above, and if something went wrong, it would be hard to explain.
“Junior Brother, this could lead to casualties,” Yu Feng said.
“The path of cultivation is inherently fraught with life-and-death risks. Please grant me this opportunity,” Lin Fan declared with unwavering resolve.
“Very well, in that case, Junior Brother, be careful,” Yu Feng said with a cold smile. If Lin Fan was seeking his own demise, he couldn’t blame anyone else.
Lin Fan observed Yu Feng. The inner sect was indeed the inner sect—full of seasoned veterans. Compared to the naive disciples of the outer sect, the difference was like night and day.
Once you entered the inner sect, you could go out to gain experience, and through various trials, people would inevitably change.
After reaching the Xiantian realm, one could ensure their safety during external training. After all, without reaching the Xiantian realm, one was nothing more than an ant.
The Holy Demon Sect forbade outer sect disciples from leaving the mountain to protect them.
The inner sect was the core of the Holy Demon Sect, where interests intertwined, and deceit was commonplace.
The senior brother sitting on the high stone chair narrowed his eyes with interest.
Lin Fan felt Yu Feng’s aura surge. In terms of pure strength, Yu Feng, suppressing his cultivation to the third level of the Xiantian realm, was far superior to him.
Although Lin Fan had the “Indestructible Demon Body” to protect him, a single strike from a third-level Xiantian cultivator would still be enough to leave him reeling.
But Lin Fan wasn’t afraid. A mere third-level Xiantian cultivator couldn’t kill him.
“Senior Brother, take this move—the ‘Buddha’s Palm,’ a legendary technique that descends from the heavens,” Lin Fan said calmly, then bent his knees and leapt into the air.
“Playing tricks,” Yu Feng muttered to himself, unimpressed.
As Lin Fan soared through the air, he noticed Yu Feng’s indifference and felt a pang of frustration. He wasn’t falling for it. Truly, the older ginger was spicier.
Lin Fan wasn’t in a hurry. He was confident that Yu Feng would slip up eventually.
“Senior Brother, here I come!” Lin Fan warned.
Yu Feng’s eyelids twitched slightly, and as Lin Fan approached, he struck out with a palm. Lin Fan felt a surge of heat in his chest, the force several times stronger than before, and he was sent flying, crashing to the ground.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +30000.”
“Pfft…” Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood. The gap between the Houtian and Xiantian realms was indeed vast.
Lin Fan couldn’t even see how Yu Feng had moved.
The Houtian realm focused on refining qi and blood, while the Xiantian realm dealt with true essence.
Lin Fan had felt a fierce, crimson true essence surge into his body, but it was quickly absorbed before it could wreak havoc.
Han Lu watched Lin Fan’s reckless behavior with satisfaction, thinking he was digging his own grave. But when he saw Lin Fan stand up again, his expression changed to one of disbelief.
“Senior Brother, that palm strike was incredibly powerful. I didn’t even see it clearly. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan said after catching his breath.
Yu Feng was skeptical that Lin Fan could still stand. Although he had held back, that strike was beyond what a Houtian cultivator could withstand.
Yu Feng stepped forward, his aura menacing. “Very well, Junior Brother, you continue to surprise me. Let’s see what other moves you have.”
“Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin.”
Lin Fan didn’t actually know these techniques; he was just borrowing names from novels to add some flair.
The outer sect disciples below were thoroughly entertained, finding Lin Fan’s move names quite thrilling.
But what on earth was “Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin”?
Yu Feng saw through Lin Fan’s bluff and wasn’t fooled.
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was grabbed by the arm and flung away by Yu Feng, with no chance to resist.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
Lin Fan landed flat on his back, but the thrill inside him grew stronger. Pushing the limits, challenging those above his level—this was the true path to power. The rush of gaining experience was exhilarating.
“Haha, Senior Brother, you’re amazing. I’m in awe. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan’s aura grew stronger, his fighting spirit unyielding. His once green robe was now stained with blood.
The outer sect disciples below, who had been noisy earlier, now fell silent, staring in disbelief at the madman on the stage.
How could he keep going after being so badly injured?
Yin Mochen was frantic. How could his junior brother be so reckless? If this continued, he would surely die.
“Senior Brother, take this—’Three Parts Return to Origin.'”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
“Senior Brother, take this—’Northern Profound Divine Skill.'”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
…
The scene repeated itself: Lin Fan was knocked down, got up, was knocked down again, and got up once more. The cycle continued endlessly, leaving everyone in stunned silence.
Even the inner sect disciples were shocked. Although Lin Fan was constantly being beaten, his unyielding spirit to rise again and again left them deeply impressed.
Yu Feng was growing numb to it all.
“Bang…”
Yu Feng struck out with another palm, but this time, Lin Fan didn’t fly away.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan grabbed Yu Feng’s arm.
“Pfft.” Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Junior Brother, that’s enough,” Yu Feng said, visibly moved.
“Senior Brother, being able to spar with a master like you… pfft… I’m satisfied with my life,” Lin Fan said, spitting blood twice in one sentence.
“Junior Brother, take this Blood Fusion Pill. It will stabilize your injuries.” Although Lin Fan’s cultivation was weak, Yu Feng had lost count of how many strikes he had endured. His ability to rise after each fall was a testament to his indomitable will, something even Yu Feng had to admire.
“Senior Brother… I…” Lin Fan initially wanted to refuse and say something sentimental, but he changed his mind.
“Ding, discovered the healing treasure Blood Fusion Pill. After consumption, experience +100000.”
“Thank you, Senior Brother,” Lin Fan said weakly, lifting his hand to place the blood-red pill into his mouth.
“Junior Brother, with your determination, you will undoubtedly have a place in the inner sect in the future,” Yu Feng praised without hesitation. This was the first time he had given such high praise to an outer sect disciple.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan looked at Yu Feng with gratitude, then slowly opened his arms, wanting to embrace him.
Yu Feng was momentarily stunned, then a faint smile appeared on his handsome face. If his junior brother wanted a hug, he would grant it.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan called softly.
“Hmm.”
“Senior Brother, I will repay your kindness in the future,” Lin Fan said, his previously dull eyes gradually brightening, though Yu Feng didn’t notice.
“It’s nothing, just a Blood Fusion Pill. Rest well, Junior Brother. I’ll be waiting for you in the inner sect,” Yu Feng said.
“It’s not about that,” Lin Fan shook his head slightly.
“Then what is it?” Yu Feng asked, puzzled.
“Senior Brother…”
“Hmm…” Yu Feng murmured.
“Monkey Steals the Peach…”
At that moment, the heavens and earth seemed to shift, as if the world was ending.
In life, it’s all about the tricks and schemes…
Lin Fan couldn’t even see how Yu Feng had moved.
“How could you resort to such despicable tactics?” Yu Feng’s expression darkened as he sent Lin Fan flying with a single strike. If he hadn’t reacted in time, he might have truly fallen victim to Lin Fan’s scheme.
“What despicable tactics? Senior Brother, this is a legitimate technique. However, Senior Brother, that palm strike you just delivered still leaves my chest aching. But I have another move I’d like to ask for your guidance on.” Lin Fan naturally wouldn’t admit to using any underhanded techniques.
Although the “Monkey Steals the Peach” technique was considered a low-tier skill, in Lin Fan’s hands, it was destined to be elevated to greatness.
Just moments ago, Lin Fan had discovered that the “Monkey Steals the Peach” technique had significant potential for growth.
“Senior Brother, please guide me on this move—the ‘Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms’.” Lin Fan shouted, his movements accompanied by a rhythmic beat, as he charged towards Yu Feng with a well-practiced stance.
But just as he reached Yu Feng, Lin Fan suddenly bent down and shouted, “Monkey Steals the Peach!”
Yu Feng was startled. He was using this move again.
“Chaos Nine Revolutions…”
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was sent flying once more.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +6000.”
Lin Fan quickly got up from the ground. Yu Feng’s cultivation was currently suppressed to the ninth level of the Houtian realm, and a single strike only yielded 6,000 experience points. Compared to the three million experience points needed for the ‘Indestructible Demon Body’, this was a drop in the bucket. No, he had to push Yu Feng to increase his cultivation level; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to maximize the benefits.
“Senior Brother, I’ve been stuck at the ninth level of the Houtian realm for days and can’t seem to break through. Please suppress your cultivation to the third level of the Xiantian realm to give me enough pressure,” Lin Fan called out.
Yu Feng looked at Lin Fan, momentarily silent. The previous two exchanges had already angered him, and now, hearing this, he felt the urge to teach Lin Fan a proper lesson. However, the senior brother was watching from above, and if anything went wrong, it would be hard to explain.
“Junior Brother, this might result in casualties,” Yu Feng said.
“The path of cultivation is one where life and death are determined by heaven. Please grant me this request, Senior Brother,” Lin Fan declared with unwavering resolve.
“Very well. In that case, Junior Brother, you’d better be careful,” Yu Feng said with a cold smile. If Lin Fan was seeking his own demise, then he couldn’t blame anyone else.
Lin Fan observed Yu Feng. The inner sect was indeed the inner sect. Compared to the naive disciples of the outer sect, the inner sect members were on a completely different level.
Once you entered the inner sect, you could go out to gain experience, and after going through various trials, people would inevitably change.
After reaching the Xiantian realm, one could ensure their own safety during external expeditions. After all, without reaching the Xiantian realm, one was nothing more than an ant.
The Holy Demon Sect forbade outer sect disciples from leaving the mountain to protect them.
The inner sect, however, was the core of the Holy Demon Sect, where interests were more complex, and deceit and scheming were commonplace.
At this moment, the senior brother sitting on the high stone chair narrowed his eyes with a hint of interest.
Lin Fan could feel Yu Feng’s aura surge. In terms of pure strength, Yu Feng, with his cultivation suppressed to the third level of the Xiantian realm, was already far superior to him.
Although Lin Fan had the ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ to protect him, a single strike from a third-level Xiantian cultivator would still be enough to make him suffer.
But Lin Fan wasn’t afraid. A mere third-level Xiantian cultivator couldn’t kill him.
“Senior Brother, take this move—the ‘Buddha’s Palm’, a legendary technique that descends from the heavens,” Lin Fan said calmly, then bent his knees and leaped into the air.
“Playing tricks,” Yu Feng muttered to himself, not taking it seriously.
As Lin Fan soared through the air, he noticed Yu Feng’s lack of reaction and felt a bit frustrated. Yu Feng wasn’t falling for it. Indeed, the older ginger was spicier.
Lin Fan wasn’t in a hurry. He was certain that Yu Feng would slip up eventually.
“Senior Brother, here I come…” Lin Fan warned.
Yu Feng’s eyelids twitched slightly, and as Lin Fan approached, he struck out with a palm. Lin Fan immediately felt a surge of heat in his chest, the force several times stronger than before, and he was sent flying, crashing to the ground.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +30000.”
“Pfft…” Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood. Indeed, the gap between the Houtian and Xiantian realms was like heaven and earth.
Lin Fan couldn’t even see how Yu Feng had moved.
The Houtian realm focused on refining qi and blood, while the Xiantian realm dealt with true essence.
Lin Fan had just felt a fierce, crimson true essence surge into his body, but before it could wreak havoc, it was instantly absorbed.
Han Lu watched Lin Fan’s reckless behavior with satisfaction, thinking he was seeking death. But when he saw Lin Fan stand up again, his expression changed, filled with disbelief.
“Senior Brother, that palm strike was truly powerful. I barely saw it. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan said after catching his breath.
Yu Feng was skeptical that Lin Fan could still stand. Although he had held back in that last strike, it was still beyond what a Houtian cultivator could withstand.
Yu Feng took a step forward, his aura fierce. “Very well, Junior Brother, you continue to surprise me. Let’s see what other moves you have.”
“Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin.”
Lin Fan didn’t actually know these techniques; he was just borrowing names from novels to add some flair.
However, the outer sect disciples watching below were thoroughly entertained, feeling that Lin Fan’s move names were quite exciting.
But what on earth was “Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin”?
Yu Feng saw through Lin Fan’s bluff and wasn’t fooled.
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was grabbed by the arm and sent flying by Yu Feng, with no chance to resist.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
Lin Fan landed flat on his back, but the thrill in his heart grew stronger. Indeed, there was no limit to seeking death. Challenging those above your level was the true path to power. The rush of gaining experience was simply exhilarating.
“Haha, Senior Brother, you’re amazing. I’m truly impressed. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan’s aura grew stronger, and he fought with increasing ferocity. His green robe was now gradually stained with blood.
The outer sect disciples below, who had been noisy earlier, now fell silent, staring in disbelief at the madman on the stage.
How could he still be fighting like this, even after being so badly injured?
Yin Mochen was frantic with worry. How could his junior brother be so reckless? If this continued, he would surely die.
“Senior Brother, take this—’Three Parts Return to Origin’.”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
“Senior Brother, take this—’Northern Profound Divine Skill’.”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
…
The scene repeated itself: Lin Fan was knocked down, got up, was knocked down again, and got up once more, over and over, leaving everyone in the audience stunned.
Even the inner sect disciples were shocked. Although Lin Fan was constantly being beaten, his relentless determination to rise again deeply impressed them.
Yu Feng was now numb to it all.
“Bang…”
Yu Feng struck out with another palm, but this time, Lin Fan didn’t fly away.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan grabbed Yu Feng’s arm.
“Pfft.” As Lin Fan spoke, a large amount of blood sprayed from his mouth.
“Junior Brother, that’s enough,” Yu Feng said, visibly moved.
“Senior Brother, being able to spar with a master like you… pfft… I’m satisfied with this life,” Lin Fan said, spitting blood twice in one sentence.
“Junior Brother, take this Blood Fusion Pill. It will stabilize your injuries.” Although Lin Fan’s cultivation was weak, Yu Feng had lost count of how many strikes he had endured. Yet, every time he fell, he got back up. Such willpower was something even Yu Feng had to admire.
“Senior Brother… I…” Lin Fan initially wanted to refuse and say something sentimental, but he changed his mind.
“Ding, discovered the healing holy pill, Blood Fusion Pill. After consumption, experience +100000.”
“Thank you, Senior Brother,” Lin Fan said weakly, raising his hand to place the blood-red pill into his mouth.
“Junior Brother, with your determination, you will surely have a place in the inner sect in the future,” Yu Feng praised without reservation. This was the first time he had given such high praise to an outer sect disciple.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan looked at Yu Feng with gratitude, then slowly opened his arms, wanting to embrace him.
Yu Feng was momentarily stunned, then a faint smile appeared on his handsome face. If his junior brother wanted to hug him, he would grant him that.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan called softly.
“Hmm.”
“Senior Brother, I will repay your kindness in the future,” Lin Fan said, his previously dull eyes gradually brightening, though Yu Feng didn’t notice.
“It’s nothing, just a Blood Fusion Pill. Rest well, Junior Brother. I’ll be waiting for you in the inner sect,” Yu Feng said.
“It’s not about that,” Lin Fan shook his head slightly.
“Then what is it?” Yu Feng asked, puzzled.
“Senior Brother…”
“Hmm…” Yu Feng murmured.
“Monkey Steals the Peach…”
At that moment, the heavens and earth seemed to shift, as if the world was coming to an end.
In life, it’s all about the schemes…
Lin Fan had just felt a surge of fierce, red true energy enter his body, but before it could wreak havoc inside him, it was instantly absorbed.
Han Lu watched Lin Fan seemingly seeking death with glee, thinking he was practically asking for it. But when he saw Lin Fan stand up again, his expression changed in shock, barely able to believe it.
“Senior Brother, that palm strike was truly powerful. Your junior brother barely saw it coming. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan said after catching his breath.
“How could you resort to such despicable tactics?” Yu Feng’s expression turned grim as he sent Lin Fan flying with a single strike. If he hadn’t reacted in time, Lin Fan might have succeeded.
“What despicable tactics? Senior Brother, this is a legitimate technique. However, that palm strike of yours just now still has my chest aching. But I have another move I’d like to ask for your guidance on.” Lin Fan naturally wouldn’t admit to using any underhanded methods.
Although the “Monkey Steals the Peach” technique was considered low-tier, in Lin Fan’s hands, it was destined to be elevated to greatness.
Just moments ago, Lin Fan had realized the potential for growth in this technique.
“Senior Brother, this move, the ‘Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms,’ I’d like to ask for your guidance.” Lin Fan shouted, his movements accompanied by an imaginary rhythm as he charged toward Yu Feng with practiced gestures.
Just as he reached Yu Feng, Lin Fan suddenly bent down and shouted, “Monkey Steals the Peach!”
Yu Feng was startled. He was using this move again.
“Chaos Nine Revolutions…”
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was sent flying once more.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +6000.”
Lin Fan quickly got up from the ground. Yu Feng had suppressed his cultivation to the ninth level of the Houtian realm, and a single strike only gave Lin Fan six thousand experience points. Compared to the three million experience needed for the ‘Indestructible Demon Body,’ this was a drop in the bucket. No, he had to push Yu Feng to increase his cultivation level; otherwise, he couldn’t maximize the benefits.
“Senior Brother, I’ve been stuck at the ninth level of the Houtian realm for days now, unable to break through. Please suppress your cultivation to the third level of the Xiantian realm to give me enough pressure,” Lin Fan called out.
Yu Feng looked at Lin Fan, momentarily silent. The previous two exchanges had already angered him, and now, hearing this, he wanted to teach Lin Fan a lesson. However, the senior brother was watching from above, and if something went wrong, it would be hard to explain.
“Junior Brother, this could lead to casualties,” Yu Feng said.
“The path of cultivation is one where life and death are in the hands of fate. Please, Senior Brother, grant me this,” Lin Fan declared with unwavering resolve.
“Fine. Since that’s the case, Junior Brother, you’d better be careful,” Yu Feng said with a cold smile. If Lin Fan was seeking death, he couldn’t blame anyone else.
Lin Fan observed Yu Feng. The inner sect was indeed the inner sect; Yu Feng was clearly experienced. Compared to the naive disciples of the outer sect, the difference was like night and day.
Once you entered the inner sect, you could go out to gain experience, and through various trials, people would change.
After reaching the Xiantian realm, one could ensure their safety during these trials. After all, without reaching Xiantian, one was nothing but an ant.
The Holy Demon Sect forbade outer sect disciples from leaving the mountain to protect them.
The inner sect was the core of the Holy Demon Sect, where interests were intertwined, and deceit was commonplace.
The senior brother sitting on the high stone chair narrowed his eyes with a hint of interest.
Lin Fan felt Yu Feng’s aura surge. In terms of pure strength, Yu Feng, suppressing his cultivation to the third level of the Xiantian realm, was far superior to him.
Although Lin Fan had the ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ to protect him, a single strike from a third-level Xiantian cultivator would still be enough to leave him reeling.
But Lin Fan wasn’t afraid. A mere third-level Xiantian cultivator couldn’t kill him.
“Senior Brother, take this move—the ‘Buddha’s Palm,’ a legendary technique that descends from the heavens,” Lin Fan said calmly, then bent his knees and leapt into the air.
“Playing tricks,” Yu Feng muttered to himself, unimpressed.
Lin Fan, now in mid-air, saw that Yu Feng remained unmoved and felt a pang of frustration. He wasn’t falling for it. Indeed, the older ginger was spicier.
Lin Fan wasn’t in a hurry. He didn’t believe that Yu Feng wouldn’t slip up eventually.
“Senior Brother, here I come…” Lin Fan warned.
Yu Feng’s eyelids flickered slightly. The moment Lin Fan approached, he struck out with a palm. Lin Fan felt a surge of heat in his chest, the force several times stronger than before, and he was sent flying, crashing to the ground.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +30000.”
“Ugh…” Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood. The gap between Houtian and Xiantian was indeed vast.
Lin Fan couldn’t even see how Yu Feng had moved.
Houtian cultivators refined their blood and qi, while Xiantian cultivators refined their true essence.
Lin Fan had felt a fierce, red true essence surge into his body, but it hadn’t lingered long before being absorbed.
Han Lu watched Lin Fan’s reckless behavior with glee, thinking he was seeking death. But when he saw Lin Fan stand up again, his expression changed to one of disbelief.
“Senior Brother, that palm was incredibly powerful. I barely saw it. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan said after catching his breath.
Yu Feng was skeptical that Lin Fan could still stand. Although he had held back, that strike was beyond what a Houtian cultivator could withstand.
Yu Feng took a step forward, his aura fierce. “Fine, Junior Brother, you continue to surprise me. Let’s see what other moves you have.”
“Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin.”
Lin Fan didn’t actually know these techniques; he was just borrowing names from novels to add some flair.
The outer sect disciples below were thoroughly entertained, finding Lin Fan’s move names quite thrilling.
But what was this “Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin”?
Yu Feng saw through Lin Fan’s bluff and wasn’t fooled.
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was grabbed by the arm and sent flying without any chance to resist.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
Lin Fan landed flat on his back, but the thrill in his heart grew stronger. Indeed, there was no limit to seeking death. Challenging those above your level was the way to go. The rush of gaining experience was exhilarating.
“Haha, Senior Brother, you’re amazing. I’m in awe. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan’s aura grew stronger, and he fought with increasing ferocity. His once green robe was now stained with blood.
The outer sect disciples below, who had been noisy earlier, now fell silent, staring in disbelief at the madman on the stage.
How could he still fight like this, even after being so badly injured?
Yin Mochen was frantic. How could his junior brother be so reckless? If this continued, he would surely die.
“Senior Brother, take this—Three Parts Return to Origin.”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
“Senior Brother, take this—Northern Profound Divine Skill.”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
…
The scene repeated itself: Lin Fan was knocked down, got up, was knocked down again, and got up once more, over and over, leaving everyone in stunned silence.
Even the inner sect disciples were shocked. Although Lin Fan was constantly being beaten, his ability to keep getting up left them deeply impressed.
Yu Feng was growing numb.
“Bang…”
Yu Feng struck out with another palm, but this time, Lin Fan didn’t fly away.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan grabbed Yu Feng’s arm.
“Ugh.” Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Junior Brother, that’s enough,” Yu Feng said, visibly moved.
“Senior Brother, being able to spar with a master like you… I’m satisfied,” Lin Fan said, spitting blood twice.
“Junior Brother, take this Blood Fusion Pill. It will stabilize your injuries.” Although Lin Fan’s cultivation was weak, Yu Feng had lost count of how many strikes he had taken. Yet, every time he fell, he got back up. Even Yu Feng had to admire such determination.
“Senior Brother… I…” Lin Fan initially wanted to refuse and say something sentimental, but he changed his mind.
“Ding, discovered the healing holy pill, Blood Fusion Pill. After consumption, experience +100000.”
“Thank you, Senior Brother,” Lin Fan said weakly, lifting his hand to place the blood-red pill into his mouth.
“Junior Brother, with your determination, you’ll surely have a place in the inner sect in the future,” Yu Feng praised without hesitation. This was the first time he had given such high praise to an outer sect disciple.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan looked at Yu Feng with gratitude, then slowly opened his arms, wanting to embrace him.
Yu Feng was momentarily stunned, then a faint smile appeared on his handsome face. If his junior brother wanted to hug him, he would grant him that.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan called softly.
“Hmm.”
“Senior Brother, I will repay your kindness in the future,” Lin Fan said, his previously dull eyes gradually brightening, though Yu Feng didn’t notice.
“It’s nothing, just a Blood Fusion Pill. Rest well, Junior Brother. I’ll be waiting for you in the inner sect,” Yu Feng said.
“It’s not about that,” Lin Fan shook his head slightly.
“Then what is it?” Yu Feng asked, puzzled.
“Senior Brother…”
“Hmm…” Yu Feng murmured.
“Monkey Steals the Peach…”
At that moment, the heavens and earth seemed to shift, as if the world was ending.
Life is all about playing the long game…
Yu Feng stepped forward, his aura fierce and aggressive. “Alright, Junior Brother, you truly surprise me. I’ll also see what other techniques you have.”
“Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin!”
Of course, Lin Fan didn’t actually know these techniques. He was merely borrowing names from novels to create atmosphere.
However, the outer sect disciples watching below were thoroughly entertained, finding Lin Fan’s flashy move names quite thrilling.
But what in the world was “Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin”?
Yu Feng understood Lin Fan’s empty bravado well and naturally wouldn’t be fooled.
“Bang!”
Lin Fan was directly grabbed by the arm and thrown aside by Yu Feng, without even a chance to resist.
“Ding! Congratulations, experience for ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ increased by 40,000.”
Lin Fan was thrown onto his back, but his exhilaration grew stronger. Indeed, courting death had no limits. Challenging stronger opponents was the way to go. The thrill of this experience gain was simply amazing.
“Haha, Senior Brother, you’re amazing! Your junior brother deeply admires you! Let’s go again…” Lin Fan’s momentum grew stronger as he fought on, his originally green robe now gradually stained red with blood.
The previously noisy outer sect disciples below fell silent, watching the madman on the stage in disbelief.
He was already so injured, yet still going at it like this?
Yin Mochen was extremely anxious. How could his junior brother be so reckless? If this continued, he really could die.
“Senior Brother, take this move—’Three Harmonies Returning to Ultimate Energy.'”
“Bang.”
“Ding! Congratulations, experience for ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ increased by 40,000.”
“How could you resort to such despicable tactics?” Yu Feng’s expression turned grim as he sent Lin Fan flying with a single strike. If he hadn’t reacted in time, he might have truly fallen victim to Lin Fan’s scheme.
“What despicable tactics? Senior Brother, this is a legitimate technique. However, Senior Brother, that palm strike you just delivered still has my chest aching. But I have another move I’d like to ask for your guidance on.” Lin Fan naturally wouldn’t admit to using any underhanded methods.
Although the “Monkey Steals the Peach” technique was considered a low-tier skill, in Lin Fan’s hands, it was destined to be elevated to greatness.
Just moments ago, Lin Fan had realized that the “Monkey Steals the Peach” had significant potential for growth.
“Senior Brother, please take a look at this move—the ‘Dragon-Subduing Eighteen Palms.'” Lin Fan shouted, his movements accompanied by an imaginary rhythm as he charged toward Yu Feng with a well-practiced stance.
But just as he reached Yu Feng, Lin Fan suddenly bent down and yelled, “Monkey Steals the Peach!”
Yu Feng was startled. He was using that move again.
“Chaos Nine Revolutions…”
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was sent flying once more.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +6000.”
Lin Fan quickly got up from the ground. Yu Feng’s cultivation was currently suppressed to the ninth level of the Houtian realm, so a single strike only added 6,000 experience points. Compared to the three million experience points needed for the ‘Indestructible Demon Body,’ this was a drop in the bucket. No, he had to push Yu Feng to increase his cultivation level; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to maximize the benefits.
“Senior Brother, I’ve been stuck at the ninth level of the Houtian realm for days now, unable to break through. Please suppress your cultivation to the third level of the Xiantian realm to give me enough pressure,” Lin Fan called out.
Yu Feng looked at Lin Fan, momentarily silent. In the previous two exchanges, Yu Feng had already been provoked. Hearing this, he felt the urge to teach Lin Fan a proper lesson. However, the senior brother was watching from above, and if anything went wrong, it would be hard to explain.
“Junior Brother, this could lead to serious injury or even death,” Yu Feng warned.
“The path of cultivation is inherently fraught with life-and-death risks. I ask for Senior Brother’s indulgence,” Lin Fan declared with unwavering resolve, showing no fear.
“Very well. In that case, Junior Brother, you’d better be careful,” Yu Feng said with a cold smile. If Lin Fan was seeking his own demise, he couldn’t blame anyone else.
Lin Fan observed Yu Feng. The inner sect was indeed the inner sect—Yu Feng was clearly a seasoned veteran. Compared to the naive disciples of the outer sect, the difference was like night and day.
Once you entered the inner sect, you could go out to gain experience, and after going through various trials, people inevitably changed.
After reaching the Xiantian realm, one could ensure their own safety during external expeditions. After all, without reaching the Xiantian realm, one was nothing more than an ant.
The Holy Demon Sect forbade outer sect disciples from leaving the mountain to protect them.
The inner sect, however, was the core of the Holy Demon Sect, where interests were deeply intertwined, and schemes and deceptions were commonplace.
At this moment, the senior brother sitting on the high stone chair narrowed his eyes with a hint of interest.
Lin Fan could feel Yu Feng’s aura surge. In terms of pure strength, Yu Feng, even with his cultivation suppressed to the third level of the Xiantian realm, was leagues ahead of him.
Although Lin Fan had the ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ to protect him, a single strike from a third-level Xiantian cultivator would still be enough to make him suffer.
But Lin Fan wasn’t afraid. A mere third-level Xiantian cultivator couldn’t kill him.
“Senior Brother, take this move—the ‘Buddha’s Palm,’ a legendary technique that descends from the heavens,” Lin Fan said calmly. Then, bending his knees, he leaped into the air with a loud “bang.”
“Playing tricks,” Yu Feng muttered to himself, unimpressed.
As Lin Fan soared through the air, he noticed Yu Feng’s lack of reaction and felt a pang of frustration. He wasn’t falling for it. Indeed, the older ginger was spicier.
Lin Fan wasn’t in a hurry. He was confident that Yu Feng would slip up eventually.
“Senior Brother, here I come…” Lin Fan warned.
Yu Feng’s eyelids twitched slightly. The moment Lin Fan got close, he struck out with a palm. Lin Fan immediately felt a surge of heat in his chest, the force several times stronger than before, and he was sent flying, crashing to the ground.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +30000.”
“Pfft…” Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood. The gap between the Houtian and Xiantian realms was truly vast.
Lin Fan couldn’t even see how Yu Feng had moved.
The Houtian realm focused on refining qi and blood, while the Xiantian realm dealt with true essence.
Lin Fan had also felt a surge of fierce, crimson true essence enter his body, but it didn’t linger long before being absorbed.
Han Lu watched Lin Fan’s reckless behavior with a mix of amusement and disbelief. It was sheer madness. But when he saw Lin Fan stand up again, his expression changed, unable to believe what he was seeing.
“Senior Brother, that palm strike was truly powerful. I barely saw it. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan said after catching his breath.
Yu Feng was skeptical that Lin Fan could still stand. Although he had held back in that last strike, it was still beyond what a Houtian cultivator could withstand.
Yu Feng took a step forward, his aura fierce. “Very well, Junior Brother, you continue to surprise me. Let’s see what other moves you have.”
“Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source.”
Lin Fan didn’t actually know any of these techniques; he was just borrowing names from novels to add some flair.
The outer sect disciples watching below were thoroughly entertained, finding Lin Fan’s move names quite thrilling.
But what on earth was “Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source”?
Yu Feng saw through Lin Fan’s bluff and wasn’t fooled.
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was grabbed by the arm and flung away by Yu Feng, with no chance to resist.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
Lin Fan landed flat on his back, but the thrill in his heart grew stronger. Pushing the limits and challenging those stronger than himself was the true path to power. The rush of gaining experience was exhilarating.
“Haha, Senior Brother, you’re amazing. I’m in awe. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan’s aura grew stronger, and he fought with increasing ferocity. His once pristine green robe was now stained with blood.
The outer sect disciples, who had been chattering earlier, now fell silent, staring in disbelief at the madman on the stage.
How could he keep going despite being so badly injured?
Yin Mochen was frantic. How could his junior brother be so reckless? If this continued, he would surely die.
“Senior Brother, take this—Three Parts Return to Origin!”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
“Senior Brother, take this—Northern Profound Divine Skill!”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
…
The scene repeated itself: Lin Fan was knocked down, got up, was knocked down again, and got up once more, over and over, leaving everyone in stunned silence.
Even the inner sect disciples were shocked. Although Lin Fan was constantly on the receiving end, his relentless determination to rise after every fall left them deeply impressed.
Yu Feng himself was growing numb.
“Bang…”
Yu Feng struck out with another palm, but this time, Lin Fan didn’t fly away.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan grabbed Yu Feng’s arm.
“Pfft.” As Lin Fan spoke, a large amount of blood sprayed from his mouth.
“Junior Brother, that’s enough,” Yu Feng said, visibly moved.
“Senior Brother, being able to spar with a master like you… pfft… I’m satisfied with this life,” Lin Fan said, spitting blood twice in one sentence.
“Junior Brother, take this Blood Fusion Pill. It will stabilize your injuries.” Although Lin Fan’s cultivation was weak, Yu Feng had lost count of how many strikes he had endured. His ability to rise after every fall was something even Yu Feng had to admire.
“Senior Brother… I…” Lin Fan initially wanted to refuse and say something sentimental, but he changed his mind.
“Ding, discovered the healing treasure Blood Fusion Pill. After consumption, experience +100000.”
“Thank you, Senior Brother,” Lin Fan said weakly, lifting his hand to place the blood-red pill into his mouth.
“Junior Brother, with your determination, you will undoubtedly have a place in the inner sect in the future,” Yu Feng praised without hesitation. This was the first time he had given such high praise to an outer sect disciple.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan looked at Yu Feng with gratitude, then slowly spread his arms, wanting to embrace him.
Yu Feng was momentarily surprised, but then a faint smile appeared on his handsome face. If his junior brother wanted a hug, he would grant it.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan called softly.
“Hmm.”
“Senior Brother, I will repay your kindness in the future,” Lin Fan said, his previously dull eyes gradually brightening, though Yu Feng didn’t notice.
“It’s nothing, just a Blood Fusion Pill. Rest well, Junior Brother. I’ll be waiting for you in the inner sect,” Yu Feng said.
“It’s not about that,” Lin Fan shook his head slightly.
“Then what is it?” Yu Feng asked, puzzled.
“Senior Brother…”
“Hmm…” Yu Feng murmured.
“Monkey Steals the Peach…”
At that moment, the heavens and earth seemed to shift, as if the world was ending.
In life, it’s all about the schemes…
“Bang.”
“Ding! Congratulations, experience for ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ increased by 40,000.”
…
On the scene now, Lin Fan was flying and falling to the ground repeatedly, getting up each time, again and again, leaving everyone present in stunned silence.
Even the inner sect seniors were the same. Although Lin Fan was constantly being beaten, his ability to rise every time he fell deeply impressed them.
Yu Feng was now numb.
“Bang!”
Yu Feng struck out again, but this time Lin Fan didn’t fly backward.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan grabbed Yu Feng’s arm.
“Phew!” Lin Fan opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood.
“Junior Brother, enough.” Yu Feng was now deeply moved.
“Senior Brother, sparring with a high-level expert like you has fulfilled this junior brother’s heart’s desire.” Lin Fan spoke, spitting blood twice.
“Junior Brother, this is a Blood Fusion Pill. Take it and stabilize your injuries.” Although Lin Fan’s cultivation was weak, Yu Feng had lost count of how many times Lin Fan had taken his strikes and still stood up each time. Such willpower even impressed Yu Feng.
“Senior Brother… I,” Lin Fan wanted to refuse, saying some emotional words, but changed his mind at this moment.
“Ding! Detected healing supreme medicine—Blood Fusion Pill. After consumption, experience +100,000.”
“Thank you, Senior Brother.” Weakly raising his hand, Lin Fan placed the blood-red Blood Fusion Pill into his mouth.
“Junior Brother, with that kind of willpower, you will surely have a place in the inner sect in the future.” Yu Feng praised without hesitation. This was the first time since mentoring outer sect disciples that Yu Feng had given such a high evaluation.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan looked at Yu Feng gratefully, then slowly opened his arms, wanting to hug Yu Feng.
Yu Feng was momentarily stunned, then a faint smile appeared on his handsome face. If his junior brother wanted to embrace him, he might as well oblige.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan softly called out.
“Mm.”
“Senior Brother, today’s kindness, your junior brother will surely repay in the future.” Lin Fan’s previously dim eyes gradually brightened, though Yu Feng didn’t notice.
“No problem. It’s just a simple Blood Fusion Pill. Junior Brother, recover well. I’ll wait for you in the inner sect,” Yu Feng said.
“It’s not about that.” Lin Fan slightly shook his head.
“Then what is it?” Yu Feng asked, puzzled.
“Senior Brother…”
“Ah…” Yu Feng hummed.
“Monkey Steals the Peach…”
At that moment, the sky and earth changed colors, as if it were the end of the world.
“How could you resort to such despicable tactics?” Yu Feng’s expression darkened as he sent Lin Fan flying with a single strike. If he hadn’t reacted in time, Lin Fan might have succeeded.
“What despicable tactics? Senior Brother, this is a legitimate technique. However, Senior Brother, that palm strike you just delivered still hurts my chest. But I have another move I’d like to ask for your guidance on.” Naturally, Lin Fan wouldn’t admit to using any underhanded techniques.
Although the “Monkey Steals the Peach” technique was considered a low-tier skill, in Lin Fan’s hands, it was destined to be elevated to greatness.
Just moments ago, Lin Fan realized that the “Monkey Steals the Peach” had significant potential for growth.
“Senior Brother, please guide me on this move—the ‘Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms’.” Lin Fan shouted, his movements accompanied by a rhythmic beat, charging towards Yu Feng with a well-practiced stance.
But just as he reached Yu Feng, Lin Fan suddenly bent down and shouted, “Monkey Steals the Peach!”
Yu Feng was startled—this move again.
“Nine Revolutions of Chaos…”
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was sent flying once more.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +6000.”
Lin Fan quickly got up from the ground. Yu Feng’s cultivation was currently suppressed to the ninth level of the Houtian realm, so a single strike only added 6,000 experience points. Compared to the three million experience points needed for the ‘Indestructible Demon Body,’ this was a drop in the bucket. No, he had to push Yu Feng to increase his cultivation level to maximize the benefits.
“Senior Brother, I’ve been stuck at the ninth level of the Houtian realm for days, unable to break through. Please suppress your cultivation to the third level of the Xiantian realm to give me enough pressure,” Lin Fan called out.
Yu Feng looked at Lin Fan, momentarily silent. The previous two exchanges had already angered him, and now, hearing this, he wanted to teach Lin Fan a lesson. However, the senior brother was watching from above, and if anything went wrong, it would be hard to explain.
“Junior Brother, this could lead to casualties,” Yu Feng said.
“The path of cultivation is a matter of life and death. Please grant me this request,” Lin Fan declared with unwavering resolve.
“Fine. If that’s the case, Junior Brother, you’d better be careful,” Yu Feng said with a cold smile. If Lin Fan was asking for trouble, he couldn’t blame anyone else.
Lin Fan observed Yu Feng. The inner sect was indeed the inner sect—Yu Feng was clearly experienced. Compared to the naive disciples of the outer sect, the difference was like night and day.
Once you entered the inner sect, you could go out to gain experience, and through various trials, people would change.
After reaching the Xiantian realm, one could ensure their safety during external training. After all, without reaching the Xiantian realm, one was nothing but an ant.
The Holy Demon Sect forbade outer sect disciples from leaving the mountain to protect them.
The inner sect was the core of the Holy Demon Sect, where interests intertwined, and deceit was commonplace.
The senior brother sitting on the high stone chair narrowed his eyes with a hint of interest.
Lin Fan felt Yu Feng’s aura surge. In terms of pure strength, Yu Feng, suppressing his cultivation to the third level of the Xiantian realm, was far superior to him.
Although Lin Fan had the ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ to protect him, a single strike from a Xiantian third-level cultivator would still be enough to leave him reeling.
But Lin Fan wasn’t afraid. A mere third-level Xiantian strike wouldn’t kill him.
“Senior Brother, take this move—the ‘Buddha’s Palm,’ a legendary technique that descends from the heavens,” Lin Fan said calmly, then bent his knees and leapt into the air.
“Playing tricks,” Yu Feng muttered to himself, unfazed.
Lin Fan, now in mid-air, saw that Yu Feng remained unmoved and felt a pang of frustration. He wasn’t falling for it—truly, the old ginger was spicier.
Lin Fan wasn’t in a hurry. He didn’t believe Yu Feng would never slip up.
“Senior Brother, here I come…” Lin Fan warned.
Yu Feng’s eyelids twitched slightly. The moment Lin Fan approached, he struck out with a palm. Lin Fan felt a surge of heat in his chest, the force several times stronger than before, and he was sent flying, crashing to the ground.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +30000.”
“Ugh…” Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood. The gap between the Houtian and Xiantian realms was indeed vast.
Lin Fan couldn’t even see how Yu Feng had moved.
The Houtian realm refined one’s vital energy, while the Xiantian realm cultivated true essence.
Lin Fan had just felt a surge of fierce, red true essence enter his body, but it didn’t linger long before being absorbed.
Han Lu watched Lin Fan’s reckless behavior with satisfaction, thinking he was asking for death. But when he saw Lin Fan stand up again, his expression changed to one of disbelief.
“Senior Brother, that palm was incredibly powerful. I didn’t even see it clearly. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan said after catching his breath.
Yu Feng was skeptical that Lin Fan could still stand. Although he had held back, that strike was beyond what a Houtian cultivator could withstand.
Yu Feng stepped forward, his aura fierce. “Fine, Junior Brother, you continue to surprise me. Let’s see what other moves you have.”
“Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source.”
Lin Fan didn’t actually know these techniques—he was just borrowing names from novels to add to the atmosphere.
But the outer sect disciples watching were thoroughly entertained, finding Lin Fan’s move names quite thrilling.
Though they had no idea what “Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source” was.
Yu Feng saw through Lin Fan’s bluff and wasn’t fooled.
“Bang…”
Lin Fan was grabbed by the arm and flung away by Yu Feng, with no chance to resist.
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
Lin Fan landed flat on his back, but the thrill in his heart grew stronger. Pushing the limits, challenging those above his level—this was the true path. The rush of gaining experience was exhilarating.
“Haha, Senior Brother, you’re amazing. I’m in awe. Let’s go again…” Lin Fan’s aura grew stronger, his fighting spirit unyielding. His green robe was now stained with blood.
The outer sect disciples, who had been noisy earlier, now fell silent, staring in disbelief at the madman on the stage.
How could he keep going after being injured like this?
Yin Mochen was frantic. How could his junior brother be so reckless? If this continued, he would surely die.
“Senior Brother, take this—Three Parts Reunite the Primordial Qi.”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
“Senior Brother, take this—Northern Profound Divine Skill.”
“Bang.”
“Ding, congratulations! ‘Indestructible Demon Body’ experience +40000.”
…
The scene repeated itself—Lin Fan was knocked down, got up, was knocked down again, and got up once more, over and over, leaving everyone in stunned silence.
Even the inner sect disciples were shocked. Although Lin Fan was constantly being beaten, his relentless spirit of getting back up each time deeply impressed them.
Yu Feng was growing numb to it all.
“Bang…”
Yu Feng struck out with another palm, but this time, Lin Fan didn’t fly away.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan grabbed Yu Feng’s arm.
“Ugh.” Lin Fan spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Junior Brother, that’s enough,” Yu Feng said, visibly moved.
“Senior Brother, being able to spar with a master like you… ugh… I’m satisfied with this life,” Lin Fan said, spitting blood twice in one sentence.
“Junior Brother, take this Blood Fusion Pill. It will stabilize your injuries.” Although Lin Fan’s cultivation was weak, Yu Feng had lost count of how many strikes he had taken. Yet, he kept getting up each time. Such determination was something even Yu Feng had to admire.
“Senior Brother… I…” Lin Fan initially wanted to refuse and say something sentimental, but he changed his mind.
“Ding, discovered the healing treasure Blood Fusion Pill. After consumption, experience +100000.”
“Thank you, Senior Brother,” Lin Fan weakly raised his hand and placed the blood-red pill into his mouth.
“Junior Brother, with your determination, you will surely have a place in the inner sect in the future,” Yu Feng praised without hesitation. This was the first time he had given such high praise to an outer sect disciple.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan looked at Yu Feng with gratitude, then slowly opened his arms, wanting to embrace him.
Yu Feng was momentarily stunned, then a faint smile appeared on his handsome face. If his junior brother wanted a hug, he would grant it.
“Senior Brother…” Lin Fan called softly.
“Hmm.”
“Senior Brother, I will repay your kindness in the future,” Lin Fan’s previously dull eyes gradually brightened, though Yu Feng didn’t notice.
“No need. It’s just a Blood Fusion Pill. Rest well, and I’ll be waiting for you in the inner sect,” Yu Feng said.
“It’s not about that,” Lin Fan shook his head slightly.
“Then what is it?” Yu Feng asked, puzzled.
“Senior Brother…”
“Hmm…” Yu Feng murmured.
“Monkey Steals the Peach…”
At that moment, the heavens and earth seemed to shift, as if the world was ending.
In life, it’s all about the schemes…
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