After descending from Wuming Peak, Lin Fan gradually sensed something unusual in the glances of the disciples of the sect as they looked at him.
The disciples gathered in small groups, whispering among themselves. But when Lin Fan passed by, they pretended to be indifferent and deliberately turned their gazes elsewhere.
Yet the moment Lin Fan walked past, they resumed their hushed conversations.
“Is this guy the new master of Wuming Peak?”
“He doesn’t seem impressive at all. Do you think he might be the sect leader’s illegitimate son? I heard the sect leader had a love affair many years ago.”
“Shh, speak softly. If someone reports this to the sect leader, we’ll be in trouble.”
“Still, Wuming Peak is in such a dilapidated state. It’s been abandoned for years. Building a branch sect there won’t be easy.”
…
The news about Lin Fan obtaining Wuming Peak and establishing a branch sect there wasn’t a secret. Some disciples within the sect were quite curious about it, while others paid little attention and focused solely on their cultivation.
Lin Fan noticed that the sect had several excellent locations, and it seemed that cultivating secondary professions was quite popular here.
For example, when Lin Fan passed by a forge hall, he noticed rows of closed doors from which loud noises emanated. Initially, he was puzzled about what was happening inside. But then a burly man emerged from one of the rooms, holding up a sword Lin Fan considered mediocre and shouted loudly.
“Premium longsword for sale in exchange for Golden Marrow Pills!”
Lin Fan knew about Golden Marrow Pills—they were highly beneficial for martial cultivators below the Divine Realm, significantly enhancing cultivation speed.
However, the scene that followed left Lin Fan stunned. The disciples waiting by the door began shouting frantically, nearly coming to blows.
After descending from the Nameless Peak, Lin Fan vaguely noticed that the gazes of the surrounding disciples from the Holy Sect towards him were somewhat peculiar.
Groups of disciples whispered among themselves, and when Lin Fan passed by, they would pretend as if nothing had happened and shift their eyes elsewhere. However, as soon as Lin Fan walked past, they would resume their hushed conversations.
“Is this guy the current owner of the Nameless Peak?”
“He doesn’t look like much. Do you think he might be the Sect Leader’s illegitimate child? I heard the Sect Leader had a romantic past.”
“Shh, keep it down. If someone reports this to the Sect Leader, we’ll be in trouble.”
“But the Nameless Peak is so dilapidated. It’s been abandoned for years. Establishing a branch sect there won’t be easy.”
…
The fact that Lin Fan had obtained the Nameless Peak to establish a branch sect was no secret. Some disciples within the sect were very curious about it, while others paid no attention, focusing solely on their cultivation.
Lin Fan discovered several interesting places within the Holy Sect, especially where auxiliary professions seemed to be highly valued.
For instance, when he passed by a smithing hall, the rows of tightly shut doors were accompanied by loud rumbling noises inside. At first, Lin Fan wondered what was going on, until a burly man emerged from one of the rooms, holding up a weapon that Lin Fan didn’t think much of, and shouted, “High-grade longsword, exchange for Golden Marrow Pills!”
Lin Fan knew that Golden Marrow Pills were a type of elixir that greatly benefited martial artists below the Divine Realm, enhancing their cultivation speed.
But the scene that followed left Lin Fan stunned. The disciples waiting at the door went wild, shouting and nearly getting into a fight.
Lin Fan also observed the man selling the weapon. His cultivation level was ordinary, only at the Innate Realm, but his smithing skills were impressive, far surpassing those of the smiths in the Demonic Sect.
It seemed that here, martial artists who pursued auxiliary professions would use their crafted items to exchange for elixirs that enhanced their cultivation.
Later, Lin Fan observed other auxiliary professions, and the scenes were similar to the one he had just witnessed.
It appeared that while many focused on their main cultivation, few pursued auxiliary professions, and those who did would exchange their crafted items for resources that boosted their strength.
Not bad, not bad.
Lin Fan now had some ideas forming in his mind.
The weeds on the Nameless Peak hadn’t been cleared yet, and doing it alone would be quite challenging.
He needed to find some laborers—no, he should recruit some disciples to help him develop the sect.
Looking at the cultivation levels of the surrounding disciples, most were either at the Innate Realm or the Divine Realm. Given his current situation, it would be difficult to deceive them.
To successfully deceive someone, he needed to find disciples who were overlooked by the sect.
For example, those below the Innate Realm.
With this thought in mind, Lin Fan immediately took action.
“Hello, junior brother. Could you tell me which disciples in the sect are the most overlooked?” Lin Fan put on what he thought was a harmonious smile and stopped a disciple who was hurrying by.
The disciple who was stopped looked Lin Fan up and down. Who was this guy? He had never seen him before. And he called him “junior brother”? Could this guy be of a higher seniority?
But seeing Lin Fan’s serious expression and the faint aura of authority emanating from him, the disciple was slightly intimidated.
Lin Fan looked at the disciple with a slight smile, taking in his expression.
He knew the disciple was intimidated by his aura.
“Senior brother, the most overlooked disciples in the sect are probably the servant disciples,” the disciple replied, though he had a slight suspicion about Lin Fan. However, Lin Fan’s calm demeanor gave him an inexplicable sense of pressure.
“Oh, how do I get there?” Lin Fan asked.
“Head east, pass a small path, and halfway up the mountain is where the servant disciples live,” the intimidated disciple answered truthfully.
“Good, thank you, junior brother,” Lin Fan said with satisfaction, patting the disciple’s shoulder. Then, with his hands behind his back, he walked in the direction indicated, exuding the aura of a master.
“May I ask your name, senior brother?” the disciple called out.
“You may call me Senior Brother Lin from now on,” Lin Fan replied without turning his head.
“Senior Brother Lin?” The disciple nodded, thinking he would look into who this senior brother was. Perhaps he could latch onto a powerful figure.
…
Following the directions given by the disciple, Lin Fan soon found the place where the servant disciples lived.
Upon seeing the living conditions of the servant disciples, Lin Fan couldn’t help but marvel. Indeed, this was a major sect. The living conditions of the servant disciples were almost on par with those of the outer sect disciples in the Demonic Sect.
“Senior brother, you have an imposing presence. You must be from the inner sect. Is there anything this disciple can assist you with?” At that moment, while Lin Fan was still observing his surroundings, a sly-looking disciple hurried over, asking with a flattering tone.
Lin Fan smiled and looked at the disciple. “Good. Gather the servant disciples. I need to select a few to return to the peak with me.”
Zhang Er Gou, the disciple, had initially thought Lin Fan was an inner sect disciple and had wanted to curry favor, hoping to gain some benefits. But upon hearing Lin Fan refer to himself as “this master,” Zhang Er Gou’s already flushed, triangular face turned even redder.
“This master”? Only the most important figures in the sect could refer to themselves as such.
This… this…
Zhang Er Gou knew all the gossip and rumors within the Holy Sect. Although he didn’t recognize this important figure, he thought it might be someone who had been in seclusion and had now emerged to select some disciples.
Moreover, Lin Fan had mentioned a peak.
In the Holy Sect, only figures like the Grand Elders could have their own peaks.
“Alright, alright, please wait a moment. I’ll go call everyone,” Zhang Er Gou suddenly felt that today might be his lucky day. He hadn’t expected that the person he had casually approached would turn out to be such an important figure.
If he could follow this person back to the peak, wouldn’t that be like a phoenix rising from the ashes? From then on, he would be a disciple of the peak.
But he didn’t know which peak it was—Zhongtian Peak, Qingtian Peak, or perhaps…
Zhang Er Gou didn’t dare to think further. Just the thought of it made him tremble with excitement.
Lin Fan stood in place, sighing softly. Life was indeed tricky. If you weren’t aloof or mysterious enough, it was hard to get by.
But what he had said earlier wasn’t wrong.
As the sixth-generation Sect Leader of the Demonic Sect, even though his current cultivation level wasn’t impressive, referring to himself as “this master” was entirely appropriate and unquestionable.
For now, he would recruit as many as he could and take them back to the peak to clear the weeds.
It appeared that here, martial cultivators who practiced secondary professions often exchanged their crafted items for pills that enhanced cultivation.
Soon after, Lin Fan witnessed other secondary professions, each with similar scenes.
It seemed that many cultivators focused on their primary cultivation, while few pursued secondary professions. Those who did often exchanged their crafted items for items that boosted their martial prowess.
Excellent, excellent.
At this moment, Lin Fan’s mind brimmed with ideas.
The weeds atop Wuming Peak hadn’t been cleared yet, and doing it alone would be quite challenging.
He needed some laborers—no, more accurately, disciples who could help him develop the sect.
After descending from the Nameless Peak, Lin Fan couldn’t help but notice that the disciples of the Sacred Sect were giving him strange looks as he walked by.
They huddled in small groups, whispering among themselves, only to avert their gazes and pretend nothing was happening when Lin Fan passed by. But as soon as he walked away, the hushed conversations resumed.
“Is that guy really the new owner of the Nameless Peak?”
“He doesn’t look like much. Do you think he’s the Sect Leader’s illegitimate child? I heard the Sect Leader had a romantic past.”
“Shh, keep it down. If this gets back to the Sect Leader, we’ll be in trouble.”
“But the Nameless Peak is in such a state of disrepair. It’s been abandoned for years. Building a branch sect there won’t be easy.”
…
It was no secret that Lin Fan had been granted the Nameless Peak to establish a branch sect. Some disciples were curious about him, while others were too focused on their cultivation to care.
Lin Fan noticed that the Sacred Sect had several interesting spots, especially where auxiliary professions seemed to thrive.
For instance, when he passed by a smithy, the doors were tightly shut, and the sound of hammering echoed from within. Lin Fan initially wondered what was going on until a burly man emerged, holding up a weapon that Lin Fan didn’t think much of, and shouted, “A top-grade longsword in exchange for Golden Marrow Pills!”
Lin Fan knew that Golden Marrow Pills were highly beneficial for cultivators below the Divine Transformation realm, as they could significantly boost one’s cultivation speed.
But what happened next left Lin Fan stunned. The disciples waiting outside the smithy erupted into a frenzy, shouting and nearly coming to blows.
Lin Fan also observed the blacksmith, whose cultivation level was only at the Innate Realm, yet his forging skills were exceptional, far surpassing those of the blacksmiths in the Sacred Demon Sect.
It seemed that in this place, cultivators who specialized in auxiliary professions would trade their crafted items for pills that enhanced their cultivation.
Lin Fan then saw other auxiliary professions, and the scenes were similar to the one at the smithy.
It appeared that while many focused on their main cultivation, few pursued auxiliary professions, and those who did would trade their creations for items that boosted their strength.
Not bad, not bad.
Lin Fan began to form some ideas in his mind.
The weeds on the Nameless Peak hadn’t been cleared yet, and doing it alone would be quite challenging.
He needed to find some labor—no, he needed to recruit some disciples to help him expand the sect.
Looking around, Lin Fan noticed that most of the disciples were either at the Innate Realm or the Divine Transformation Realm. Given his current situation, it would be difficult to persuade them to join him.
If he wanted to recruit, he would need to find disciples who were overlooked by the sect.
For example, those below the Innate Realm.
With this thought in mind, Lin Fan immediately took action.
“Hello, junior brother. Could you tell me which disciples in the sect are the most overlooked?” Lin Fan put on what he thought was a friendly smile and stopped a disciple who was hurrying by.
The disciple who was stopped looked Lin Fan up and down. Who was this guy? He hadn’t seen him before. And why was he calling him “junior brother”? Could this guy be of a higher seniority?
But seeing Lin Fan’s serious expression and the faint aura of authority he exuded, the disciple was slightly intimidated.
Lin Fan smiled faintly, observing the disciple’s reaction. He knew the disciple was intimidated by his aura.
“Senior brother, the most overlooked disciples in the sect are probably the servant disciples,” the disciple replied, though he still had a hint of doubt in his mind. However, Lin Fan’s calm demeanor gave him an inexplicable sense of pressure.
“Oh, where can I find them?” Lin Fan asked.
“Head east, pass a small path, and halfway up the mountain is where the servant disciples live,” the disciple answered truthfully.
“Good, thank you, junior brother,” Lin Fan said with satisfaction, patting the disciple’s shoulder. He then walked off in the direction indicated, exuding the air of a master.
“May I ask your name, senior brother?” the disciple called out.
“You may call me Senior Brother Lin from now on,” Lin Fan replied without turning back.
“Senior Brother Lin?” The disciple nodded, deciding to look into this senior brother later. Perhaps he could latch onto a powerful figure.
…
Following the disciple’s directions, Lin Fan soon found the area where the servant disciples lived.
Upon seeing the living conditions of the servant disciples, Lin Fan couldn’t help but marvel. This truly was a major sect—the servant disciples lived in conditions comparable to those of the outer disciples in the Sacred Demon Sect.
“Senior brother, you look so dignified. You must be from the inner sect. Is there anything I can help you with?” A sly-looking disciple hurried over, his face full of flattery.
Lin Fan smiled and looked at the disciple. “Good. Gather the servant disciples. I need to select a few to take back to my peak.”
Zhang Er Gou, the disciple, had initially thought Lin Fan was an inner sect disciple and had hoped to curry favor with him, perhaps even gain some benefits.
But when he heard Lin Fan refer to himself as “this seat,” Zhang Er Gou’s already flushed face turned even redder.
“This seat”? That was a term only used by the most important figures in the sect.
This… this…
Zhang Er Gou was well-versed in the gossip and news of the Sacred Sect. Although he didn’t recognize this important figure, he thought it might be someone who had been in seclusion and had now emerged to select some disciples.
Moreover, Lin Fan had mentioned a peak.
In the Sacred Sect, only figures like the Grand Elders had their own peaks.
“Of course, of course. Please wait a moment. I’ll go gather the disciples,” Zhang Er Gou said, suddenly realizing that today might be his lucky day. He hadn’t expected that the person he had casually approached would turn out to be such a big shot.
If he could follow this person back to the peak, it would be like a phoenix rising from the ashes. He would become a disciple of the peak.
But which peak was it? The Central Heaven Peak? The Sky Pillar Peak? Or…
Zhang Er Gou didn’t dare to think further. Just the thought of it made him tremble with excitement.
Lin Fan stood still, sighing softly. Life was tough if you didn’t maintain a certain level of aloofness and mystery.
But what he had said earlier wasn’t wrong.
As the sixth-generation Sect Leader of the Sacred Demon Sect, even though his current cultivation level wasn’t impressive, referring to himself as “this seat” was entirely appropriate.
For now, he would recruit as many as he could and take them back to the peak to clear the weeds.
After descending from the Nameless Peak, Lin Fan couldn’t help but notice that the disciples of the Holy Sect were giving him strange looks as he walked by.
Groups of disciples whispered among themselves, their conversations hushed. When Lin Fan passed by, they would quickly avert their gazes, pretending nothing was happening. But as soon as he walked past, the whispers would start again.
“Is that guy the new owner of the Nameless Peak?”
“He doesn’t look like much. Do you think he might be the Sect Leader’s illegitimate child? I heard the Sect Leader had a romantic past.”
“Shh, keep it down. If word gets to the Sect Leader, we’ll be in trouble.”
“But the Nameless Peak is in such a state of disrepair. It’s been abandoned for years. Building a sub-sect there won’t be easy.”
…
The fact that Lin Fan had been granted the Nameless Peak to establish a sub-sect wasn’t a secret. Some disciples were curious about him, while others didn’t pay much attention, focusing instead on their cultivation.
Lin Fan noticed that the Holy Sect had several interesting places, especially where auxiliary professions seemed to be highly valued.
For instance, when he passed by a smithing hall, the doors were tightly shut, and the sound of hammering echoed from within. At first, Lin Fan wondered what was going on inside, until a burly man emerged, holding up a weapon that Lin Fan didn’t think much of, and shouted, “Top-grade longsword, exchange for Golden Marrow Pills!”
Lin Fan knew that Golden Marrow Pills were highly beneficial for martial artists below the Divine Transformation realm, as they could significantly enhance one’s cultivation speed.
But what happened next left Lin Fan stunned. The disciples waiting outside the hall went into a frenzy, shouting and nearly coming to blows.
Lin Fan also observed the man selling the weapon. His cultivation level was ordinary, only at the Innate Realm, but his smithing skills were impressive, far surpassing those of the smiths in the Demonic Sect.
It seemed that in this place, martial artists who practiced auxiliary professions would use their crafted items to exchange for pills that could enhance their cultivation.
Lin Fan then noticed other auxiliary professions, and the scenes were similar to what he had just witnessed.
It appeared that while many focused on their main cultivation, few pursued auxiliary professions, and those who did would use their crafted items to exchange for things that could boost their strength.
Not bad, not bad.
Lin Fan began to form some ideas in his mind.
The weeds on the Nameless Peak hadn’t been cleared yet, and doing it alone would be quite challenging.
He needed to find some laborers—no, he needed to recruit some disciples to help him expand the sect.
Looking at the cultivation levels of the surrounding disciples, most were either at the Innate Realm or the Divine Transformation Realm. Given his current situation, it would be difficult to deceive them.
If he wanted to deceive anyone, he would have to find disciples who were overlooked by the sect.
For example, those below the Innate Realm.
With this thought in mind, Lin Fan immediately took action.
“Hello, junior brother. Could you tell me which disciples in the sect are the most overlooked?” Lin Fan asked with what he thought was a friendly smile, stopping a disciple who was in a hurry.
The disciple, who had been stopped, looked Lin Fan up and down. Who was this guy? He had never seen him before. And why was he calling him “junior brother”? Could it be that this guy was of a higher seniority?
But seeing Lin Fan’s serious expression and the faint aura of authority emanating from him, the disciple was slightly intimidated.
Lin Fan smiled faintly, observing the disciple’s expression. He knew that the disciple was intimidated by his aura.
“Senior brother, the most overlooked disciples in the sect are probably the servant disciples,” the disciple replied, though he had some doubts about Lin Fan. However, Lin Fan’s calm demeanor gave him an inexplicable sense of pressure.
“Oh, where can I find them?” Lin Fan asked.
“Head east, pass a small path, and halfway up the mountain is where the servant disciples live,” the intimidated disciple answered truthfully.
“Good, thank you, junior brother,” Lin Fan said, patting the disciple’s shoulder with satisfaction. He then walked away with his hands behind his back, exuding the aura of a master.
“May I ask your name, senior brother?” the disciple called out.
“You may call me Senior Brother Lin from now on,” Lin Fan replied without turning his head.
“Senior Brother Lin?” The disciple nodded, thinking he would look into who this senior brother was later. Perhaps he had just found a powerful ally.
…
Following the directions given by the disciple, Lin Fan soon arrived at the place where the servant disciples lived.
When he saw the living conditions of the servant disciples, Lin Fan couldn’t help but marvel. Indeed, this was a major sect. The living conditions of the servant disciples were almost on par with those of the outer sect disciples in the Demonic Sect.
“Senior brother, you look so dignified. You must be from the inner sect. Is there anything I can help you with?” At that moment, a sly-looking disciple hurried over, his face full of flattery.
Lin Fan smiled and looked at the disciple. “Good. Gather all the servant disciples. I need to select a few to come back to the peak with me.”
Zhang Er Gou, the disciple who had approached Lin Fan, had initially thought that Lin Fan was an inner sect disciple and had wanted to curry favor with him, hoping to gain some benefits.
But when he heard Lin Fan refer to himself as “this lord,” Zhang Er Gou’s already flushed face turned even redder.
“This lord?”
That was a title only used by the most important figures in the sect.
This… this…
Zhang Er Gou was well-versed in all the gossip and news of the Holy Sect. Although he didn’t recognize this important figure in front of him, he thought that perhaps this was a high-ranking individual who had been in seclusion and had now emerged to select some disciples.
Moreover, Lin Fan had mentioned a peak?
In the Holy Sect, only figures like the Grand Elders had their own peaks.
“Alright, alright, please wait a moment. I’ll go and call everyone now,” Zhang Er Gou said, suddenly realizing that today might be his lucky day. He hadn’t expected that the person he had casually approached would turn out to be such an important figure.
If he could follow this person back to the peak, it would be like a phoenix rising from the ashes. From then on, he would be a member of the peak.
But he didn’t know which peak it was—Zhongtian Peak, Qingtian Peak, or perhaps…
Zhang Er Gou didn’t dare to think further. Just the thought of it made him tremble with excitement.
Lin Fan stood in place, sighing softly. Life was indeed difficult if one wasn’t aloof and mysterious.
But what he had said earlier wasn’t wrong.
As the sixth-generation Sect Leader of the Demonic Sect, even though his current cultivation level wasn’t impressive, he had every right to refer to himself as “this lord.”
For now, he would deceive as many as he could and bring them back to the peak to clear the weeds.
With this thought in mind, Lin Fan immediately sprang into action.
“Junior brother, hello. May I ask which group of disciples is the least valued within the sect?” Lin Fan flashed what he considered a warm and friendly smile as he stopped a disciple hurrying past.
The stopped disciple gave Lin Fan a thorough once-over. Who was this guy? He’d never seen him before. Was he really calling him “junior brother”? Could this person actually be of higher seniority?
But seeing the man’s serious demeanor and the faint aura of authority radiating from him, the disciple was slightly taken aback.
Lin Fan smiled faintly, watching the disciple’s expression shift.
He knew the disciple was intimidated by his presence.
“Senior brother, the least valued disciples are probably the servant disciples,” the disciple admitted, still slightly doubtful about the man before him, yet feeling an inexplicable pressure from his calm demeanor.
“Oh? How do I get there?” Lin Fan asked.
“Just head east, pass a small path, and halfway up the mountain is where the servant disciples reside,” the disciple, somewhat awed by Lin Fan, answered truthfully.
“Alright, thank you, junior brother,” Lin Fan said, patting the disciple’s shoulder approvingly before walking away with his hands clasped behind his back, exuding the aura of a seasoned expert.
“Senior brother, may I ask for your surname?” the disciple shouted after him.
“In the future, you may call me Senior Lin,” Lin Fan replied casually without turning back.
After descending from the Nameless Peak, Lin Fan couldn’t help but notice the peculiar looks from the disciples of the Holy Sect as he passed by.
Groups of disciples whispered among themselves, their conversations halting abruptly and their gazes shifting elsewhere as Lin Fan approached, only to resume in hushed tones once he had passed.
“Is that guy the new owner of the Nameless Peak?”
“He doesn’t look like much. Do you think he might be the sect leader’s illegitimate child? I heard the sect leader had a romantic past.”
“Shh, keep it down. If word gets to the sect leader, we’ll be in trouble.”
“But the Nameless Peak is in such a dilapidated state. It’s been abandoned for years. Establishing a sub-sect there won’t be easy.”
…
Lin Fan’s plan to establish a sub-sect on the Nameless Peak was no secret. While some disciples were curious, others were indifferent, focusing solely on their cultivation.
Lin Fan discovered several interesting places within the Holy Sect, particularly where secondary professions seemed to be highly valued.
For instance, when he passed by a smithy, the doors were tightly shut, and the sound of hammering echoed from within. Lin Fan initially wondered what was going on until a burly man emerged, holding a weapon that Lin Fan found unimpressive, and shouted, “Top-grade longsword, exchange for Golden Marrow Pills!”
Lin Fan knew that Golden Marrow Pills were highly beneficial for martial artists below the Divine Realm, enhancing their cultivation speed.
However, the scene that followed left Lin Fan stunned. The disciples waiting outside the smithy erupted into a frenzy, nearly coming to blows.
Lin Fan observed the blacksmith, whose cultivation level was only at the Innate Realm, yet his forging skills were exceptional, far surpassing those of the smiths in the Demonic Sect.
It seemed that in this place, martial artists who specialized in secondary professions would trade their crafted items for pills that enhanced their cultivation.
Lin Fan then noticed other secondary professions, each scene similar to the one at the smithy.
It appeared that while many focused on their primary cultivation, few pursued secondary professions, and those who did would trade their crafted items for resources that boosted their strength.
Not bad, not bad.
Lin Fan began to formulate some ideas.
The weeds on the Nameless Peak hadn’t been cleared yet, and doing it alone would be challenging.
He needed some labor—no, he needed to recruit some disciples to help him expand the sect.
Looking around, Lin Fan noticed that most disciples were either at the Innate Realm or the Divine Realm. Given his current situation, it would be difficult to persuade them.
To successfully recruit, he would need to target disciples who were overlooked by the sect, such as those below the Innate Realm.
With this in mind, Lin Fan immediately took action.
“Hello, junior brother. Could you tell me which disciples in the sect are the most overlooked?” Lin Fan asked with what he believed to be a friendly smile, stopping a disciple who was in a hurry.
The disciple looked Lin Fan up and down, wondering who this unfamiliar person was. Why was he calling him ‘junior brother’? Could he be of a higher seniority?
But the disciple was slightly intimidated by Lin Fan’s serious demeanor and the faint aura of authority he exuded.
Lin Fan smiled faintly, observing the disciple’s reaction. He knew the disciple was intimidated by his aura.
“Senior brother, the most overlooked disciples in the sect are probably the servant disciples,” the disciple replied, though he had some doubts about Lin Fan, the latter’s calm demeanor gave him an inexplicable sense of pressure.
“Oh, where can I find them?” Lin Fan asked.
“Head east, pass a small path, and you’ll find the servant disciples’ quarters halfway up the mountain,” the disciple answered truthfully.
“Thank you, junior brother,” Lin Fan said, patting the disciple’s shoulder with satisfaction. He then walked off in the direction indicated, exuding the air of a master.
“May I ask your name, senior brother?” the disciple called out.
“You may call me Senior Brother Lin,” Lin Fan replied without turning back.
“Senior Brother Lin?” The disciple nodded, deciding to look into this senior brother later. Perhaps he had just found a powerful ally.
…
Following the disciple’s directions, Lin Fan soon arrived at the servant disciples’ quarters.
Upon seeing the living conditions of the servant disciples, Lin Fan couldn’t help but marvel. Even the servant disciples lived in conditions comparable to those of the outer disciples in the Demonic Sect.
“Senior brother, you look majestic. You must be from the inner sect. How may I assist you?” A sly-looking disciple hurried over, his face full of flattery.
Lin Fan smiled and said, “Good. Gather the servant disciples. I need to select a few to accompany me back to the peak.”
Zhang Er Gou, the disciple, had initially thought Lin Fan was an inner sect disciple and had hoped to curry favor for some benefits. But upon hearing Lin Fan refer to himself as ‘this seat,’ Zhang Er Gou’s already flushed face turned even redder.
‘This seat’? Only the most prominent figures in the sect could refer to themselves in such a manner.
This… this…
Zhang Er Gou, who prided himself on knowing all the gossip within the Holy Sect, didn’t recognize this figure. But perhaps this was a high-ranking individual who had been in seclusion and was now emerging to select disciples.
Moreover, he had mentioned a peak?
In the Holy Sect, only figures like the Grand Elders could have their own peaks.
“Of course, of course. Please wait a moment. I’ll gather everyone immediately,” Zhang Er Gou said, realizing that today might be his lucky day. He hadn’t expected that the person he had approached so casually could be such a significant figure.
If he could follow this person back to the peak, it would be like a phoenix rising from the ashes. He would become a disciple of the peak.
But which peak was it? Zhongtian Peak? Qingtian Peak? Or…
Zhang Er Gou couldn’t even imagine. The mere thought made him tremble with excitement.
Lin Fan stood still, sighing softly. In life, if you weren’t aloof or mysterious, it was hard to get by.
But what he had said earlier wasn’t wrong.
As the sixth-generation sect leader of the Demonic Sect, even if his current cultivation level wasn’t impressive, referring to himself as ‘this seat’ was entirely appropriate.
For now, he would recruit as many as he could and take them back to the peak to clear the weeds.
…
Following the disciple’s directions, Lin Fan soon arrived at the area where the servant disciples lived.
Upon seeing the place, Lin Fan couldn’t help but sigh. Indeed, this was a grand sect. The living conditions of the servant disciples were nearly on par with the outer disciples of the Holy Demon Sect.
“This senior brother, your presence is so imposing. You must be from the inner sect. How may this disciple assist you?” As Lin Fan was observing the surroundings, a scruffy-eyed man hurried over with a fawning smile.
Lin Fan chuckled, eyeing the disciple. “Good. Call all the servant disciples out. I need to select a few to accompany me back to my peak.”
After descending from Nameless Peak, Lin Fan couldn’t help but notice that the disciples of the Holy Sect were giving him peculiar looks as he walked by.
Groups of disciples whispered among themselves, but as soon as Lin Fan passed, they would pretend to be indifferent and shift their gaze elsewhere. However, once he had walked past, their hushed conversations resumed.
“Is that guy the new owner of Nameless Peak?”
“He doesn’t look like much. Do you think he might be the sect leader’s illegitimate child? I heard the sect leader had a romantic past.”
“Shh, keep it down. If word gets to the sect leader, we’ll be in trouble.”
“But Nameless Peak is so dilapidated. It’s been abandoned for years. Building a branch sect there won’t be easy.”
…
The fact that Lin Fan had obtained Nameless Peak to establish a branch sect was no secret. Some disciples were curious about him, while others were indifferent, focusing solely on their cultivation.
Lin Fan discovered several interesting places within the Holy Sect, especially areas where auxiliary professions seemed to be highly valued.
For instance, when he passed by a smithing hall, the rows of buildings had their doors tightly shut, with loud banging noises coming from inside. At first, Lin Fan wondered what was going on, until a burly man emerged, holding up a weapon that Lin Fan thought was rather unimpressive, and shouted, “Top-grade longsword, exchange for Golden Marrow Pills!”
Lin Fan knew that Golden Marrow Pills were highly beneficial for martial artists below the Divine Transformation stage, as they could significantly boost cultivation speed.
But what happened next left Lin Fan stunned. The disciples waiting outside the hall went wild, shouting and nearly coming to blows.
Lin Fan also observed the blacksmith, whose cultivation level was only at the Innate stage, but his smithing skills were exceptional, far surpassing those of the smiths in the Demonic Sect.
It seemed that in this place, martial artists who practiced auxiliary professions would use their crafted items to exchange for cultivation-enhancing pills.
Later, Lin Fan saw other auxiliary professions, and the scenes were similar to the one he had just witnessed.
It appeared that while many focused on their main cultivation, few pursued auxiliary professions, and those who did would exchange their crafted items for resources to enhance their strength.
Not bad, not bad.
Lin Fan began to form some ideas in his mind.
The weeds on Nameless Peak still needed to be cleared, and doing it alone would be quite challenging.
He needed to find some laborers—no, he should recruit some disciples to help him expand the sect.
Looking around at the disciples, most were either at the Innate or Divine Transformation stage. Given his current situation, it would be difficult to convince them to join him.
To succeed, he would need to target disciples who were overlooked by the sect, such as those below the Innate stage.
With this in mind, Lin Fan immediately took action.
“Hello, junior brother. Could you tell me which disciples in the sect are the most overlooked?” Lin Fan put on what he thought was a friendly smile and stopped a disciple who was in a hurry.
The disciple looked Lin Fan up and down, wondering who this unfamiliar person was. He called me “junior brother”? Could he be of a higher seniority?
But seeing Lin Fan’s serious expression and the faint aura of authority he exuded, the disciple was slightly intimidated.
Lin Fan smiled faintly, observing the disciple’s reaction. He knew the disciple was impressed by his aura.
“Senior brother, the most overlooked disciples in the sect are probably the servant disciples,” the disciple replied, though he had some doubts about Lin Fan, the calm demeanor of the man before him gave him an inexplicable sense of pressure.
“Oh, where can I find them?” Lin Fan asked.
“Head east, pass a small path, and halfway up the mountain is where the servant disciples live,” the intimidated disciple answered truthfully.
“Good, thank you, junior brother,” Lin Fan said with satisfaction, patting the disciple’s shoulder. He then walked off with his hands behind his back, exuding the air of a master.
“May I ask your name, senior brother?” the disciple called out.
“You may call me Senior Brother Lin from now on,” Lin Fan replied without turning his head.
“Senior Brother Lin?” The disciple nodded, deciding to look into this senior brother later. Perhaps he had just found a powerful ally.
…
Following the disciple’s directions, Lin Fan soon arrived at the area where the servant disciples lived.
Upon seeing the living conditions of the servant disciples, Lin Fan couldn’t help but marvel. This truly was a major sect—the living conditions of the servant disciples were almost on par with those of the outer sect disciples in the Demonic Sect.
“Senior brother, you look impressive. You must be from the inner sect. Is there anything I can help you with?” A sly-looking disciple hurried over, his face full of flattery.
Lin Fan smiled and looked at the disciple. “Good. Gather the servant disciples. I need to select a few to take back to my peak.”
Zhang Er Gou, the disciple, had initially thought Lin Fan was an inner sect disciple and had hoped to curry favor with him, perhaps even gain some benefits.
But upon hearing Lin Fan refer to himself as “this seat,” Zhang Er Gou’s already flushed face turned even redder.
“This seat”?
Only the most important figures in the sect could refer to themselves as “this seat.”
This… this…
Zhang Er Gou was well-versed in the gossip and news of the Holy Sect. Although he didn’t recognize this senior brother, he thought it possible that this was a high-ranking figure who had been in seclusion and had now emerged to select some disciples.
Moreover, he had mentioned a peak?
In the Holy Sect, only figures like the Grand Elders had their own peaks.
“Alright, alright, please wait a moment. I’ll go gather the disciples now,” Zhang Er Gou said, suddenly realizing that today might be his lucky day. He hadn’t expected that the person he had casually approached would turn out to be such a significant figure.
If he could follow this senior brother back to his peak, it would be like a phoenix rising from the ashes. From then on, he would be a disciple of the peak.
He couldn’t help but wonder which peak it was—Zhongtian Peak, Qingtian Peak, or perhaps…
Zhang Er Gou was so excited he could barely contain himself.
Lin Fan stood still, sighing softly. In life, if you weren’t aloof or mysterious, it was hard to get by.
But what he had said earlier wasn’t wrong.
As the sixth-generation sect leader of the Demonic Sect, even though his cultivation level wasn’t impressive now, referring to himself as “this seat” was entirely appropriate.
For now, he would recruit as many as he could and take them back to the peak to clear the weeds.
After descending from Nameless Peak, Lin Fan vaguely noticed that the surrounding disciples of the Holy Sect were giving him strange looks.
The disciples gathered in small groups, whispering and discussing among themselves. When Lin Fan passed by, they would pretend nothing was happening and avert their gazes elsewhere. However, as soon as he walked past, they would resume their hushed conversations.
“Is this guy really the new owner of Nameless Peak?”
“He doesn’t look like much. Do you think he might be the Sect Leader’s illegitimate child? I heard the Sect Leader had a romantic past.”
“Shh, keep it down. If someone reports this to the Sect Leader, we’ll be in trouble.”
“But Nameless Peak is so dilapidated. It’s been abandoned for years. Building a branch sect there won’t be easy.”
…
The fact that Lin Fan had obtained Nameless Peak to establish a branch sect wasn’t a secret. Some disciples in the sect were very curious about it, while others didn’t pay much attention, focusing solely on their cultivation.
Lin Fan discovered that the Holy Sect had several excellent locations, especially where auxiliary professions seemed to be highly valued.
For instance, when he passed by a smithing hall, the rows of tightly shut buildings were filled with loud banging noises. At first, Lin Fan wondered what was going on inside, until a burly man emerged, holding up a weapon that Lin Fan didn’t think much of, and shouted, “Top-grade longsword, exchange for Golden Marrow Pills!”
Lin Fan knew that Golden Marrow Pills were highly beneficial for martial artists below the Divine Transformation Realm, as they could significantly enhance one’s cultivation speed.
But what happened next left Lin Fan stunned. The disciples waiting at the entrance went wild, shouting and nearly starting a fight.
Lin Fan also observed the man selling the weapon. His cultivation level was ordinary, only at the Innate Realm, but his smithing skills were impressive, far surpassing those of the smiths in the Demonic Sect.
It seemed that in this place, martial artists who practiced auxiliary professions would use their crafted items to exchange for pills that could enhance their cultivation.
Later, Lin Fan saw similar scenes involving other auxiliary professions.
It appeared that while many focused on their main cultivation, few pursued auxiliary professions, and those who did would trade their crafted items for resources to boost their strength.
Not bad, not bad.
Lin Fan began to form some ideas in his mind.
The weeds on Nameless Peak hadn’t been cleared yet, and doing it alone would be quite challenging.
He needed to find some labor—no, he needed to recruit some disciples to help him develop the sect and bring it to greatness.
Looking around at the disciples, Lin Fan noticed that most were either at the Innate Realm or the Divine Transformation Realm. Given his current situation, it would be difficult to persuade them to join him.
If he wanted to recruit, he would need to target disciples who were overlooked by the sect.
For example, those below the Innate Realm.
With this thought in mind, Lin Fan immediately took action.
“Hello, junior brother. Could you tell me which disciples in the sect are the most overlooked?” Lin Fan asked with what he thought was a friendly smile, stopping a disciple who was in a hurry.
The disciple who was stopped looked Lin Fan up and down. Who was this guy? He had never seen him before. And why was he calling him “junior brother”? Could this guy be of a higher seniority?
But the disciple was slightly intimidated by Lin Fan’s serious demeanor and the faint aura of authority he exuded.
Lin Fan smiled faintly, observing the disciple’s expression. He knew the disciple was intimidated by his aura.
“Senior brother, the most overlooked disciples in the sect are probably the servant disciples,” the disciple replied, though he had a slight suspicion about Lin Fan. However, Lin Fan’s calm demeanor gave him an inexplicable sense of pressure.
“Oh, where can I find them?” Lin Fan asked.
“Head east, pass a small path, and halfway up the mountain is where the servant disciples live,” the disciple answered truthfully.
“Good, thank you, junior brother,” Lin Fan said with satisfaction, patting the disciple’s shoulder. Then, with his hands behind his back, he walked off in the direction indicated, exuding the aura of a master.
“May I ask your name, senior brother?” the disciple called out.
“You may call me Senior Brother Lin from now on,” Lin Fan replied without turning his head.
“Senior Brother Lin?” The disciple nodded, thinking he would look into this later to find out who this senior brother was. Perhaps he could latch onto a powerful figure.
…
Following the directions given by the disciple, Lin Fan soon arrived at the place where the servant disciples lived.
When he saw the living conditions of the servant disciples, Lin Fan couldn’t help but marvel. As expected of a major sect, the living conditions of the servant disciples were almost on par with those of the outer sect disciples in the Demonic Sect.
“Senior brother, you look majestic. You must be from the inner sect. Is there anything this disciple can assist you with?” At that moment, a shifty-eyed disciple hurried over, asking with a flattering smile.
Lin Fan smiled and looked at the disciple. “Good. Gather the servant disciples. I’m here to select a few to take back to my peak.”
Zhang Er Gou, the disciple who had approached Lin Fan, had initially thought he was an inner sect disciple and wanted to curry favor, hoping to gain some benefits.
But when he heard Lin Fan refer to himself as “this master,” Zhang Er Gou’s already flushed face turned even redder.
“This master”?
Only the most important figures in the sect could refer to themselves as such.
This… this…
Zhang Er Gou knew all the gossip and news within the Holy Sect. Although he didn’t recognize this important figure, he thought it might be someone who had been in seclusion and had now emerged to select disciples.
Moreover, Lin Fan had mentioned a peak.
In the Holy Sect, only figures like the Grand Elders could have their own peaks.
“Good, good. Please wait a moment. I’ll go gather the disciples,” Zhang Er Gou said, suddenly realizing that today might be his lucky day. He hadn’t expected that the person he randomly approached would be such an important figure.
If he could follow this person back to the peak, it would be like a sparrow turning into a phoenix. From then on, he would be a disciple of the peak.
Though he didn’t know which peak it was—Zhongtian Peak, Qingtian Peak, or perhaps…
Zhang Er Gou didn’t dare to think further. Just the thought of it made him tremble with excitement.
Lin Fan stood where he was, sighing softly. In life, if you weren’t aloof and mysterious, it was hard to get by.
But what he had said earlier wasn’t wrong.
As the sixth-generation Sect Leader of the Demonic Sect, even though his current cultivation level wasn’t impressive, referring to himself as “this master” was entirely appropriate and unquestionable.
For now, he would recruit as many as he could and take them back to the peak to clear the weeds.
That was a title reserved only for high-ranking figures within the sect.
This… this…
Zhang Er Gou, who was well-versed in sect gossip and knew nearly everything about the Holy Sect, didn’t recognize this figure before him. But he speculated that this might be a high-ranking elder who had been in seclusion for years and had now emerged to select disciples.
Moreover, he had mentioned a peak?
Within the Holy Sect, only the Grand Elders had their own peaks.
“Of course, of course. Please wait a moment while I go fetch them,” Zhang Er Gou suddenly realized he might be on the verge of a stroke of luck. He hadn’t expected the person he casually approached would turn out to be such a significant figure.
If he could follow this person back to the peak, it would be like a common chicken turning into a phoenix—his status would change overnight.
Standing in place, Lin Fan sighed softly. Life was indeed easier when one maintained an air of aloofness and mystery.
Still, what he said wasn’t inaccurate.
After descending from the Nameless Peak, Lin Fan couldn’t help but notice that the disciples of the Holy Sect were giving him strange looks as he walked by.
The disciples huddled together in small groups, whispering among themselves. As Lin Fan passed, they would pretend to be indifferent and avert their gazes elsewhere. However, as soon as he walked away, they would resume their hushed conversations.
“Is that guy the new owner of the Nameless Peak?”
“He doesn’t look like much. Do you think he might be the sect leader’s illegitimate child? I heard the sect leader had a romantic past.”
“Shh, keep it down. If someone reports this to the sect leader, we’ll be in trouble.”
“But the Nameless Peak is in such a dilapidated state. It’s been abandoned for years. Building a branch sect there won’t be easy.”
…
It was no secret that Lin Fan had obtained the Nameless Peak to establish a branch sect. Some disciples were curious about him, while others paid no attention, focusing solely on their cultivation.
Lin Fan discovered several interesting places within the Holy Sect, especially where auxiliary professions seemed to be highly valued.
For instance, when he passed by a smithing hall, the doors were tightly shut, and loud banging noises could be heard from inside. At first, Lin Fan wondered what was going on, until a burly man emerged, holding up a weapon that Lin Fan didn’t think much of, and shouted, “Top-grade longsword, exchange for Golden Marrow Pills!”
Lin Fan knew that Golden Marrow Pills were highly beneficial for martial artists below the Divine Transformation realm, as they could enhance one’s cultivation speed.
But what happened next left Lin Fan stunned. The disciples waiting outside the door went into a frenzy, shouting and nearly starting a fight.
Lin Fan also observed the man selling the weapon. His cultivation level was average, only at the Innate Realm, but his smithing skills were impressive, far surpassing those of the smiths in the Demonic Sect.
It seemed that in this place, martial artists who practiced auxiliary professions would use their crafted items to exchange for pills that could enhance their cultivation.
Later, Lin Fan saw other auxiliary professions, and the scenes were similar to the one he had just witnessed.
It appeared that while many focused on their main cultivation, few pursued auxiliary professions. Those who did would use their crafted items to exchange for things that could boost their strength.
Not bad, not bad.
Lin Fan began to form some ideas in his mind.
The weeds on the Nameless Peak hadn’t been cleared yet, and doing it alone would be quite challenging.
He needed to find some laborers—no, he should recruit some disciples to help him expand the sect.
Looking at the cultivation levels of the surrounding disciples, most were either at the Innate Realm or the Divine Transformation Realm. Given his current situation, it would be difficult to deceive them.
If he wanted to deceive someone, he would need to find disciples who were not highly regarded within the sect.
For example, those below the Innate Realm.
With this thought in mind, Lin Fan immediately took action.
“Hello, junior brother. Could you tell me which disciples in the sect are the least valued?” Lin Fan put on what he thought was a friendly smile and stopped a disciple who was in a hurry.
The disciple who was stopped looked Lin Fan up and down. Who was this guy? He had never seen him before. And why was he calling him “junior brother”? Could it be that this guy was of a higher seniority?
But looking at his serious expression and the faint aura of authority emanating from him, the disciple was slightly intimidated.
Lin Fan smiled faintly, observing the disciple’s expression. He knew that the disciple was intimidated by his aura.
“Senior brother, the least valued disciples in the sect are probably the servant disciples,” the disciple replied, though he had a slight suspicion about Lin Fan. However, the calm demeanor of the man before him gave him an inexplicable sense of pressure.
“Oh, where can I find them?” Lin Fan asked.
“Head east, pass a small path, and halfway up the mountain is where the servant disciples live,” the intimidated disciple answered truthfully.
“Good, thank you, junior brother,” Lin Fan said with satisfaction, patting the disciple’s shoulder. Then, with his hands behind his back, he walked in the direction indicated, exuding the aura of a master.
“May I ask your name, senior brother?” the disciple called out.
“You may call me Senior Brother Lin from now on,” Lin Fan replied without turning his head.
“Lin?” The disciple nodded. He would look into it later to find out who this senior brother was. Perhaps he could latch onto a powerful figure.
…
Following the directions given by the disciple, Lin Fan soon found the place where the servant disciples lived.
When he saw the living conditions of the servant disciples, Lin Fan couldn’t help but marvel. This was indeed a major sect. The living conditions of the servant disciples were almost on par with those of the outer disciples in the Demonic Sect.
“Senior brother, you look majestic. You must be from the inner sect. Is there anything I can help you with?” At that moment, Lin Fan was still observing his surroundings when a sly-looking disciple hurried over, asking with a flattering smile.
Lin Fan smiled and looked at the disciple. “Good, you can gather the servant disciples. I need to select a few to take back to my peak.”
Zhang Er Gou, the disciple, had initially thought that Lin Fan was an inner sect disciple and had wanted to curry favor with him, hoping to gain some benefits.
But when he heard Lin Fan refer to himself as “this master,” Zhang Er Gou’s already red, triangular face turned even redder.
“This master”?
Only the most important figures in the sect could refer to themselves in such a manner.
This… this…
Zhang Er Gou was well-versed in the gossip and news of the Holy Sect. Although he didn’t recognize the important figure before him, he thought that perhaps this was a powerful figure who had been in seclusion and had now emerged to select some disciples.
Moreover, he had mentioned a peak?
In the Holy Sect, only figures like the Grand Elders could have their own peaks.
“Good, good, please wait a moment. I’ll go and call everyone,” Zhang Er Gou suddenly felt that today might be his lucky day. He hadn’t expected that the person he had casually approached would turn out to be such an important figure.
If he could follow this person back to the peak, wouldn’t that be like a sparrow turning into a phoenix? From then on, he would be a member of the peak.
He didn’t know whether it was the Central Heaven Peak, the Heaven-Supporting Peak, or…
Zhang Er Gou didn’t dare to think further. Just the thought of it made him tremble with excitement.
Lin Fan stood in place, sighing softly. In life, if you didn’t act aloof and mysterious, it was really hard to get by.
But what he had said earlier wasn’t wrong.
As the sixth-generation sect leader of the Demonic Sect, although his cultivation level wasn’t impressive now, referring to himself as “this master” was entirely appropriate and unquestionable.
For now, he would deceive as many as he could and take them back to the peak to clear the weeds.
At this point, he intended to persuade as many disciples as possible to join him, at least enough to clear the weeds on the peak first.
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