“Did anyone come here today for pill refining? It’s already getting late. According to past patterns, there should have been a few people by now,” he said, glancing at the sky.
“No one,” the flute-playing boy replied, shaking his head. He also found this situation strange—it was the first time anything like this had happened.
“Hey, Brother Li, I noticed someone acting suspiciously. He sneaked into a secret room, stayed for a while, and then came out and went into another one,” the boy said, watching the shadow moving in and out from a distance, which naturally raised his suspicions.
“Oh, really? Let’s go check it out,” Li Shun said indifferently, though he couldn’t ignore the fact that this was his territory, and no one should dare to cause trouble here.
…
At this moment, inside the pill refining chamber, Lin Fan was furiously digging up black mud. This mud had absorbed the residual medicinal power from countless refining attempts over the years, giving it properties similar to those of herbs.
Each piece taken was one less, but Lin Fan hadn’t expected that this black mud could actually substitute for genuine herbs in crafting Suyuan Pills.
Lin Fan checked the pills in his bag and nodded in satisfaction—over a thousand pills already, and he had switched chambers multiple times.
Once he finished digging up the mud in this chamber, he’d be nearly done.
The pills he had gathered would certainly cover his refining fees.
Just then, the door to the pill chamber was suddenly pushed open. Lin Fan froze, as if caught doing something wrong, and immediately activated his invisibility.
Seeing no one inside, the flute-playing boy took a step forward.
“Ouch!”
At that moment, the black mud at the entrance had already been completely dug out by Lin Fan. The boy lost his footing and fell flat on the ground.
“What the—” Before the boy could speak, a heavy blow struck his neck, and he instantly lost consciousness.
“Phew…” Lin Fan let out a breath of relief. It seemed the pill chamber wasn’t safe after all—just anyone could walk in.
He, the sixth-generation Sect Leader of the Saint-Demon Sect, wouldn’t want anyone to find out he was secretly stealing black mud—it would be a huge embarrassment.
Lin Fan glanced at the boy, then resumed his work, digging up a piece of mud and tossing it into the cauldron, where Suyuan Pills continuously formed.
Before long, when all the black mud in this chamber was gone, Lin Fan finally exhaled in relief—it was all done.
One thousand three hundred Suyuan Pills—more than enough for his purification tasks, with plenty left over.
As Lin Fan stepped over the unconscious disciple and prepared to leave, he suddenly stopped, stroking his chin thoughtfully. Something felt off about just walking away like this.
He looked at the unconscious disciple on the ground and a slow smile crept across his lips.
Hehe…
…
It was unclear how much time had passed when Li Shun began calling for his flute-playing boy again. After waiting so long with none of yesterday’s pill-refining applicants showing up, Li Shun had grown bored.
He had planned to summon the boy to play a tune for him to ease his mood.
But now, even the boy had vanished without a trace, which immediately angered Li Shun.
The boy was really getting too bold—did he think he could just leave whenever he pleased because Li Shun favored him? When he returned, he would definitely have to be punished.
“Ah… Brother Li, help!” Just then, a cry for help came from outside. Li Shun recognized the voice immediately—it was his flute-playing boy.
The urgency in his voice suggested something serious had happened. Without hesitation, Li Shun rushed out.
But the sight that greeted him left him stunned.
His flute-playing boy was completely naked…
This… this…
“What are you doing?” Embarrassed and furious, Li Shun didn’t even want to speak.
“Brother, I was robbed…”
…
At that moment, Lin Fan was walking along, in a particularly good mood. That guy had barged in without knocking—it was only fair that he had stripped him of everything, even tossing his clothes into the pill furnace to teach him a lesson about the dangers of entering without permission.
Humming a little tune, Lin Fan strolled happily, nodding politely at the Saint Sect disciples around him.
His path was becoming smoother and smoother. Under the Saint Sect’s protection, developing the Saint-Demon Sect should be no problem. However, he still needed to improve his cultivation.
In this world of survival of the fittest, weakness meant vulnerability.
But he couldn’t forget to grow the Saint-Demon Sect.
Once boasting tens of thousands of disciples, the sect had been destroyed by the Nine Great Sects. Now, as the sixth-generation Sect Leader, he couldn’t consider himself worthy of the title unless he grew the sect to at least hundreds of thousands of disciples.
“Outer sect’s Ten Great Geniuses, Feng Bu Jue and Ye Shaotian, are fighting! Meng Ruoyu is there too.”
“What? Really? Meng Ruoyu is the top genius among the Ten Greats of the outer sect, and a peerless beauty!”
Lin Fan had originally planned to return to the Saint-Demon Peak, but seeing the commotion ahead, his curiosity got the better of him.
It was rare to see any conflict arise within the Saint Sect.
No, he had to go see it for himself—broaden his horizons and observe how conflicts were resolved among people here.
Following the crowd, Lin Fan soon arrived at the scene. Looking ahead, three figures stood in the center.
Two men and one woman.
Both men looked like extraordinary talents, but one young man, in particular, exuded a regal aura with his sharp, commanding presence.
As for the woman, in Lin Fan’s eyes, she was indeed beautiful—graceful figure, delicate features—but the occasional flashes of disdain in her eyes significantly lowered her appeal in his eyes.
In Lin Fan’s opinion, a real beauty should be innocent-looking and delicate, the kind of girl who would be his ideal partner.
Lin Fan stretched his ears to eavesdrop on the surrounding gossip.
“I always knew Ye Shaotian was no ordinary person. When he fell from his peak, everyone turned against him, but Ruoyu never left his side. She must have known he would rise again.”
“Never thought Feng Bu Jue, one of the Ten Greats, wouldn’t last three moves against him.”
“Three years ago, Ye Shaotian was the top genius of the outer sect. Later, for some unknown reason, his cultivation plummeted, nearly making him a cripple. Now he’s rising again, even stronger than before. It won’t be long before he becomes an inner sect disciple.”
…
As Lin Fan listened to the gossip, a faint interest stirred in him, though something about the story felt off.
“Ye Shaotian, don’t get too cocky—Heaven will punish you!” Feng Bu Jue, who had just been defeated in three moves, shouted angrily, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
“Whether Heaven punishes me or not isn’t something a useless worm like you can decide,” Ye Shaotian replied coldly, looking at Feng as if he were an ant.
“Did any of the outer disciples who came to request elixir refining yesterday show up today?” Looking at the sky, it wasn’t early anymore, so logically, a few should have come by now.
“No,” the flute-playing boy shook his head, also feeling puzzled. This was indeed the first time such a situation had occurred.
“Hmm, Senior Brother Li, I noticed someone sneaking around. They entered a secret chamber, stayed for a short while, then came out and went into another one,” the flute-playing boy observed a figure in the distance, moving in and out suspiciously.
“Oh, is that so? Let’s go see what’s going on,” Li Shun didn’t take the matter seriously, but since this was his territory, he couldn’t allow others to act recklessly.
…
Meanwhile, in the alchemy room, Lin Fan was frantically digging up black mud. Over time, this mud had absorbed the residual medicinal power left behind by others during their elixir refining, thus gaining the properties of medicinal herbs.
Each piece used was one less available, but Lin Fan hadn’t expected that this black mud could be used as a substitute for refining Speed Yuan Pills.
Lin Fan checked the pills in his bag and nodded in satisfaction. He already had over a thousand pills and had switched secret chambers several times.
Once he finished digging up the black mud in this chamber, it would be almost done.
The pills would be enough to pay for his labor.
Just then, the door to the alchemy room was suddenly pushed open. Lin Fan was startled, as if caught doing something wrong, and immediately went into stealth mode.
The flute-playing boy, seeing no one inside, took a step forward.
“Ouch…”
At that moment, the black mud at the entrance had already been dug up by Lin Fan. The flute-playing boy, not paying attention, stepped into the void and fell to the ground.
“This…” The flute-playing boy was about to speak when a heavy blow to his neck knocked him out instantly.
“Phew…” Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed the alchemy room wasn’t safe after all; anyone could just walk in.
As the sixth-generation sect master of the Holy Demon Sect, if it got out that he was stealing black mud, it would be a huge embarrassment.
Lin Fan glanced around and continued his work of digging up the black mud, throwing each piece into the furnace, which continuously produced Speed Yuan Pills.
Not long after, when all the black mud in the chamber had been dug up, Lin Fan relaxed. Finally, everything was done.
Thirteen hundred Speed Yuan Pills were more than enough to cover the clearing work, with plenty to spare.
As Lin Fan stepped over the unconscious disciple to leave, he suddenly stopped, stroked his chin, and thought that leaving like this didn’t seem quite right.
Lin Fan looked at the disciple lying unconscious on the ground, a sly smile creeping onto his lips.
Hehe…
…
After what seemed like an eternity, Li Shun had been calling for his flute-playing boy. After waiting for so long, none of those who had requested elixir refining yesterday had shown up, leaving Li Shun somewhat bored.
He was about to call his flute-playing boy to come in and play a tune to lift his spirits.
But now, there wasn’t even a trace of him, which made Li Shun furious.
The flute-playing boy was getting too bold. Did he think he could just leave whenever he pleased because of his favor? When he returned, he would have to be taught a lesson.
“Ah… Senior Brother Li, help!” Just then, a cry for help came from outside. Li Shun recognized it as his flute-playing boy’s voice.
From the sound of it, something serious had happened. Without thinking twice, Li Shun rushed out.
But what he saw left him dumbfounded.
His flute-playing boy was completely naked…
This… this.
“What are you doing?” Embarrassed, Li Shun didn’t want to say more.
“Senior Brother, I was robbed…”
…
Meanwhile, Lin Fan was walking along the road in high spirits. That guy had barged in without knocking, which was quite rude. Not only had Lin Fan robbed him of his belongings, but he had also stripped him of his clothes and thrown them into the alchemy furnace, just to teach him a lesson about the dangers of entering without knocking.
Humming a tune, Lin Fan walked happily, nodding friendly at the disciples of the Holy Sect around him.
Now that the path was becoming smoother, under the protection of the Holy Sect, developing the Holy Demon Sect shouldn’t be a problem. And now, his own cultivation needed to be improved.
In this dog-eat-dog environment, if you’re weak, you’ll get beaten.
But the Holy Demon Sect couldn’t forget about development.
Once, the Holy Demon Sect had tens of thousands of disciples, but it was annihilated by the nine great sects. Now, as the sixth-generation sect master, if he didn’t develop at least several hundred thousand disciples, how could he call himself the sect master?
“The top ten outer sect geniuses, Feng Bujue and Ye Shaotian, are having a duel, and Meng Ruoyu is there too.”
“What? Really? Meng Ruoyu is the top genius among the outer sect and a peerless beauty.”
Originally, Lin Fan wanted to return to the Holy Demon Peak to see what was going on, but now that there was some excitement ahead, his curiosity was piqued.
He hadn’t seen any conflicts since coming to the Holy Sect.
No, he had to go and see, to broaden his horizons and understand how conflicts were resolved among people in the Holy Sect.
Following the footsteps of these disciples, Lin Fan quickly arrived at the scene. At a glance, three people stood in the middle of the field.
Two men and one woman.
The two men looked like dragons among men, but one of them, a young man, was particularly striking, with a cold face that faintly exuded the aura of a king.
As for the woman, in Lin Fan’s eyes, she was indeed a beauty, with a delicate figure and a pretty face, but the occasional disdain in her eyes greatly diminished her appeal in Lin Fan’s view.
To Lin Fan, a true beauty was someone who was innocent, soft, and delicate—the ideal partner in his mind.
Lin Fan pricked up his ears, listening carefully to the gossip around him.
“I always knew Ye Shaotian wasn’t simple. When he fell from grace, everyone spoke ill of him, but Meng Ruoyu stayed by his side, clearly knowing that Ye Shaotian would rise again.”
“I never expected that Feng Bujue, one of the top ten geniuses, would be defeated in just three moves.”
“Ah, three years ago, Ye Shaotian was the top genius among the outer sect. Later, for some unknown reason, his cultivation plummeted, almost turning him into a cripple. Now he’s risen again, with even greater cultivation than before. It won’t be long before he becomes an inner sect disciple.”
…
Listening to the gossip, Lin Fan felt a bit intrigued, but something about the situation didn’t seem right.
“Ye Shaotian, don’t get cocky. The heavens will take you down,” Feng Bujue, who had been defeated in three moves, shouted with red eyes.
“Whether I’m taken down or not isn’t for a waste like you to decide,” Ye Shaotian said coldly, looking at Feng Bujue as if he were an ant.
“Brother Ye, why waste words on such a person? He’s just a stepping stone in your journey to the heavens,” Meng Ruoyu, who had been cold towards everyone else, looked at Ye Shaotian with tender eyes, as if he were the only prince charming in her world.
Lin Fan stood among the crowd, watching the scene, especially the way Meng Ruoyu called Ye Shaotian “Brother Ye,” which sent shivers down his spine.
A green tea bitch, definitely a green tea bitch.
Don’t ask how Lin Fan knew. For someone who had seen countless people, if he couldn’t spot this, what was the point of living?
Feng Bujue was filled with resentment. Three years ago, Ye Shaotian had been the top genius among the outer sect disciples, looking down on everyone. Back then, Feng Bujue had been just an ordinary outer sect disciple, not yet holding his current position.
One day, Feng Bujue was diligently cultivating, trying to break through a bottleneck, but at the critical moment, Ye Shaotian, who had been in a dispute with another sect disciple, caused Feng Bujue’s mind to waver, nearly leading him to qi deviation.
Afterwards, when Feng Bujue went to confront Ye Shaotian, Ye Shaotian simply said, “Disciples like you are a dime a dozen in the sect. Get lost, don’t disturb my cultivation.”
That day, Feng Bujue saw the disdain in Ye Shaotian’s eyes and from then on, he cultivated frantically, even sacrificing sleep.
…
Ye Shaotian looked around at the crowd, a faint sneer on his lips.
Once, you all fawned over me. During the three years I wasted my cultivation, you mocked and ridiculed me. Now that I’ve mastered my techniques and my cultivation surpasses what it was before, you’ll probably come crawling back like dogs.
How amusing.
“Did any of the outer disciples who came to request elixir refining yesterday show up today?” Looking at the sky, it wasn’t early anymore. Logically, a few should have come by now.
“No,” the flute-playing boy shook his head, also feeling puzzled. This was indeed the first time such a situation had occurred.
“Huh, Senior Brother Li, I noticed someone sneaking around. They entered one secret chamber and soon after came out and went into another,” the flute-playing boy observed a figure in the distance, moving in and out suspiciously.
“Oh, is that so? Let’s go see what’s going on,” Li Shun naturally didn’t take this matter to heart, but after all, this was his territory, and he wouldn’t allow others to act recklessly here.
…
Meanwhile, in the alchemy room, Lin Fan was frantically digging up black mud. This mud had absorbed the medicinal power left behind by others during their elixir refining over time, thus gaining the properties of herbs.
Using a piece meant there was one less, but Lin Fan hadn’t expected that this black mud could be used as a substitute for refining Speed Yuan Pills.
Lin Fan checked the pills in his backpack and nodded with satisfaction. He already had over a thousand pills, and he had changed secret chambers several times.
Once he finished digging up the black mud in this chamber, it would be about time.
The pills would be enough to pay for his labor.
Just then, the door to the alchemy room was suddenly pushed open. Lin Fan was startled, as if he had done something wrong, and immediately went into stealth mode.
The flute-playing boy, seeing no one inside, stepped in.
“Ouch…”
At that moment, the black mud at the entrance had already been dug up by Lin Fan. The flute-playing boy, not paying attention, stepped into the void and fell to the ground.
“This…” The flute-playing boy was about to speak when his neck was struck, and he instantly passed out.
“Phew…” Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed the alchemy room wasn’t safe after all. Anyone could just walk in.
As the sixth-generation sect master of the Holy Demon Sect, if it got out that he was stealing black mud, it would be a great embarrassment.
Lin Fan glanced around and then continued his work of digging up the black mud, throwing piece after piece into the furnace, which continuously produced Speed Yuan Pills.
Not long after, when the black mud in this secret chamber was all dug up, Lin Fan sighed in relief. Finally, it was all done.
Thirteen hundred Speed Yuan Pills were enough to support the cleansing work, with plenty to spare.
As Lin Fan stepped over the disciple to leave, he suddenly stopped, then stroked his chin. Leaving like this didn’t seem quite right.
Lin Fan looked at the disciple lying unconscious on the ground, a sly smile creeping onto his lips.
Hehe…
…
After an unknown amount of time, Li Shun had been summoning his flute-playing boy. After waiting for so long, none of those who had requested elixir refining yesterday had shown up, leaving Li Shun somewhat bored.
He was about to summon his flute-playing boy to come in and play a tune to ease his mood.
But now, there wasn’t even a trace of him, which made Li Shun furious.
This flute-playing boy was too audacious. Did he think he could just leave at will because he was favored? When he returned, he would have to be taught a lesson.
“Ah… Senior Brother Li, help!” Just then, a cry for help came from outside. Li Shun recognized it as the voice of his flute-playing boy.
From the sound of it, something major had happened. Without further thought, Li Shun immediately went out.
But what he saw left him dumbfounded.
His flute-playing boy was completely naked…
This… this.
“What are you doing?” This was too embarrassing. Li Shun didn’t even want to say anything more.
“Senior Brother, I was robbed…”
…
Meanwhile, Lin Fan was walking down the road in high spirits. That guy had come in without knocking, which was really too much. Not only had he robbed him of his belongings, but he had also stripped him of his clothes and thrown them into the alchemy furnace. This would teach him that entering without knocking was very dangerous.
Lin Fan hummed a tune, walking happily, nodding friendly at the disciples of the Holy Sect around him.
Now, the path was becoming smoother. Under the protection of the Holy Sect, developing the Holy Demon Sect shouldn’t be a problem. And now, his own cultivation needed to be improved.
In this environment of survival of the fittest, if you’re weak, you’ll be beaten.
But the Holy Demon Sect must not forget to develop.
Once, the Holy Demon Sect had tens of thousands of disciples, but it was annihilated by the nine great sects. Now, as the sixth-generation sect master of the Holy Demon Sect, if he didn’t develop tens of thousands of disciples, how could he call himself a sect master?
“The top ten outer sect geniuses, Feng Bujue and Ye Shaotian, are having a duel, and Meng Ruoyu is also there.”
“What, really? Meng Ruoyu is the top of the outer sect’s top ten geniuses, and she’s also a peerless beauty.”
Originally, Lin Fan wanted to return to the Holy Demon Peak to see what was going on, but now that there was some excitement ahead, his curiosity was piqued.
He hadn’t seen any conflicts since coming to the Holy Sect.
No, he had to go see, to broaden his horizons, and to see how conflicts between people in the Holy Sect were resolved.
Following the footsteps of these disciples, Lin Fan quickly arrived at the scene. At a glance, there were three people standing in the middle of the field.
Two men and one woman.
The two men looked like outstanding individuals, but one of them, a young man, was particularly striking, with a cold face that faintly exuded a kingly aura.
As for the woman, in Lin Fan’s eyes, she was indeed a beauty, with a delicate figure and a pretty face, but the occasional disdainful look in her eyes greatly diminished her appeal in Lin Fan’s view.
In Lin Fan’s opinion, a true beauty was someone who was pretty, with innocent eyes, and delicate and charming. That was his ideal partner.
Lin Fan pricked up his ears, listening carefully to the gossip around him.
“I knew Ye Shaotian wasn’t simple. When he fell from grace, everyone spoke ill of him, but Meng Ruoyu stood by him, clearly knowing that Ye Shaotian would rise again.”
“I didn’t expect that Feng Bujue, one of the top ten geniuses, would be defeated in just three moves.”
“Ah, Ye Shaotian was the top of the outer sect’s top ten geniuses three years ago, but for some reason, his cultivation plummeted, and he almost became a cripple. Now he’s risen again, with even greater cultivation than before. It won’t be long before he becomes an inner sect disciple.”
…
Listening to the gossip, Lin Fan felt a bit interested, but the plot seemed a bit off.
“Ye Shaotian, don’t get cocky. Heaven will take you down,” Feng Bujue, who had been defeated in three moves, shouted with red eyes.
“Whether I’m taken down or not isn’t for a waste like you to decide,” Ye Shaotian said coldly, looking at Feng Bujue as if he were an ant.
“Brother Ye, why bother with such a person? He’s just a stepping stone in your life,” Meng Ruoyu, who had been coldly looking at the crowd, turned to Ye Shaotian with tender eyes, as if he were the only prince charming in her world.
Lin Fan stood by, watching the scene, especially the way she called him “Brother Ye,” which made Lin Fan’s skin crawl.
A green tea b*tch, definitely a green tea b*tch.
Don’t ask Lin Fan how he knew. For someone who had seen countless people like him, if he couldn’t tell, what was the point?
Feng Bujue was filled with resentment. Three years ago, Ye Shaotian was at the top of the outer sect’s top ten geniuses, looking down on everyone. Back then, Feng Bujue was just an ordinary outer sect disciple, not yet in his current position.
That day, Feng Bujue was diligently cultivating, trying to break through a bottleneck, but at the critical moment, Ye Shaotian, who was fighting with another sect disciple, caused Feng Bujue’s mind to become unstable, almost leading to a deviation.
When Feng Bujue went to confront Ye Shaotian afterward, Ye Shaotian simply said, “Disciples like you are a dime a dozen in the sect. Get lost, don’t disturb my cultivation.”
That day, Feng Bujue saw the disdain in Ye Shaotian’s eyes, and from then on, he cultivated like crazy, not even sparing time for sleep.
…
Ye Shaotian looked at the people around him, a slight sneer on his lips.
Once, you all fawned over me. During the three years I wasted my cultivation, you mocked me. Now that I’ve mastered my techniques and my cultivation has surpassed what it was, you’ll probably come crawling back like dogs.
How amusing.
Hypocrite! Definitely a hypocrite!
Don’t ask how Lin Fan knew—after years of experience judging people, if he couldn’t spot this, he wouldn’t deserve to be called Lin Fan.
Feng Bu Jue was still furious inside. Three years ago, Ye Shaotian had been the top genius of the outer sect, looking down on everyone. At the time, Feng had been just an ordinary disciple, not yet having achieved his current status.
That day, Feng had been working hard to break through a cultivation barrier when, at the critical moment, Ye Shaotian had been fighting with another sect member, causing Feng’s focus to waver and nearly leading to a disastrous spiritual backlash.
Later, when Feng had confronted Ye Shaotian, the latter had simply said one sentence that enraged him.
“You’re the kind of disciple the sect has in abundance. Get lost and don’t disturb my cultivation.”
That look of disdain from Ye Shaotian had ignited a fire in Feng Bu Jue, driving him to train relentlessly, not even sparing time for sleep.
…
Ye Shaotian looked around at the crowd, a faint, cold smile curling his lips.
Back then, you all flattered me shamelessly, but during the three years I spent crippled, you mocked me endlessly. Now that I’ve regained my strength, stronger than before, you’ll come crawling back like dogs.
How amusing.
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