Chapter 1069: Are You Teasing Me?

Half a month later.

In the boundless void, a figure sat cross-legged in midair, but his face was filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Vomiting!

“I can’t take it anymore, seriously!” Lin Fan exclaimed at this moment, tears nearly streaming down his face. He was on the verge of completely losing control. Taking the pills had made him nauseous, his mouth filled with the bitter taste of the elixir. At first, he had been excited and filled with endless motivation. But after half a month, he was ready to die from the sheer torment.

“Damn it, even taking pills can make someone puke—who else can compare to me?” Lin Fan grumbled inwardly. The pills were just too many—he was literally on the verge of throwing up.

But he couldn’t stop either. These were all experience points, endless experience.

His cultivation had skyrocketed like a rocket.

Ancestor Immortal High Rank.

Ancestor Immortal Peak.

…

In just half a month, he had advanced to this level.

Now, he was trying to surpass the Ancestor Immortal Realm.

But this was extremely difficult. The experience gained from these Immortal Pills was no longer as effective as before. Plus, his mouth had gone numb from taking so many pills.

All sorts of flavors.

Sweet, salty, bitter—strange and bizarre, an endless variety.

If others found out that someone was actually consuming pills to this extent, they might die from sheer anger. Who was this person bullying? Others would fight to the death for just a single Immortal Pill, yet here was Lin Fan, practically on the verge of vomiting due to overuse.

Looking at the pill inside the Celestial Furnace, Lin Fan felt a chill in his heart—what should he do now?

Not taking them felt like a waste. These were all experience points, especially in such a dangerous time. If he didn’t raise his cultivation, he wouldn’t feel safe at all.

No more words were needed. He bowed his head and continued taking the pills, determined to breakthrough to the Ancestor Immortal Realm and enter an even deeper state of cultivation.

“Huh? What kind of Immortal Pill is this? It only gives ten thousand experience points? What a piece of trash!” Lin Fan looked at the low-grade Immortal Pill in his hand with disdain. At this point, just seeing pills made him want to vomit. A mere ten thousand experience points? Not worth the effort.

He threw it away!

A low-grade Immortal Pill was casually tossed aside by Lin Fan. He knew its effect—it could only enhance a person’s innate talent.

To Lin Fan, however, prodigies were worthless. Not even worth a penny. His own “Tutoring Skill” could turn a fool into a prodigy without any side effects.

What Lin Fan didn’t know was that this discarded low-grade Immortal Pill drifted through layers of void and finally landed in a rundown courtyard within a city, right into the hands of a young boy dressed in tattered clothes, diligently cultivating.

If Lin Fan had known where the pill ended up, he would have burst into laughter. Perhaps the “chance encounters” described in those old fantasy novels—where a nobody stumbles upon a pill—were all like this: tossed away by someone like Lin Fan, who was simply too lazy to bother collecting them, and then picked up by some underdog.

…

Of course, Lin Fan had no time to think about that. Even if he couldn’t bear to take more, he had to push through. But many of the low-grade Immortal Pills were practically useless now. He started selecting only mid-grade, high-grade, and top-grade Immortal Pills.

Day and night lost all meaning to him. He had long since lost track of time.

He was completely immersed in the constant stream of experience notifications.

One day, Lin Fan covered his mouth—he truly couldn’t take it anymore. He felt nauseous and was about to throw up.

“Ding! Congratulations on your cultivation advancement.”

“Cultivation Level: Holy Immortal.”

At that moment, the system’s notification made Lin Fan ecstatic. Finally, finally, he had broken through to Holy Immortal.

In an instant, Lin Fan felt as though he had merged with the heavens and earth.

“Sages never die; the Dao never ceases.”

After becoming a Holy Immortal, his condition underwent tremendous changes. Every movement of his could now draw upon the power of heaven and earth. Even within his body, a mysterious and profound cosmic force was gradually forming.

What slightly surprised Lin Fan was that after breaking through to Holy Immortal, the cultivation rankings vanished. There were no longer classifications like early, middle, or late stages. Only one level remained—Holy Immortal.

Lin Fan stood up, staring at the pill inside the Celestial Furnace, his eyes filled with disgust, as if he had developed an aversion to Immortal Pills like a eating disorder.

But he had no choice. There were just too many pills to ignore. They were all experience points.

He needed a break. He had to slow down, or else Lin Fan feared he might become the first person in history to be disgusted to death by pills.

If others knew about Lin Fan’s current predicament, they would surely spit out a mouthful of blood. What a beast—truly a beast. Was this guy even human?

So many Immortal Pills, and he actually said he was sick of taking them? Others would risk their lives just for one.

Looking at the Immortal Pills inside the Celestial Furnace, Lin Fan was too lazy to count them. He simply stored them all into his backpack—better to take them slowly later.

Now, within his backpack, numerous divine materials for forging weapons had accumulated. Lin Fan decided it was time to forge them all into Immortal Artifacts.

With a thought, a mountain of divine forging materials flew directly into the Celestial Furnace.

“Forge.”

“Random Forging.”

Buzz…

In an instant, the Celestial Furnace began to tremble violently. The furnace was already packed full of divine materials.

Others would forge with great caution, fearing failure at any moment, but for Lin Fan, forging was a wild and reckless process—he simply threw everything in and relied on luck to see what would come out.

“With so many materials, if I can’t forge at least one Divine Artifact, I’ll be a dog.”

Lin Fan was greedy—he hoped to forge a Divine Artifact.

The power of Divine Artifacts was evident—they possessed unfathomable might.

For example, the “Nine-Five Red Brick” was the Divine Artifact Lin Fan was most satisfied with. It had accompanied him all this time, earning countless glories in battle.

The Celestial Furnace shook violently. All the materials inside were melted down and randomly combined. No one knew what would be forged.

“Ding! Congratulations on forging a mid-grade Immortal Artifact. It has not yet been named.”

“Ding! Congratulations on forging a high-grade Immortal Artifact. It has not yet been named.”

“Ding! Congratulations on forging a supreme Immortal Artifact. It has not yet been named.”

…

The system notifications kept coming non-stop.

Lin Fan continued to wait, but these top-grade and high-level Immortal Artifacts no longer held any interest for him.

He was waiting to see if there was any special Divine Artifact, or even a one-time-use item.

“Ding! Congratulations on forging a low-grade Immortal Artifact.”

“Ding! Congratulations on forging a mid-grade Immortal Artifact.”

…

Lin Fan grew increasingly disappointed. It seemed like nothing valuable had been forged at all.

He had forged his Divine Artifacts before using the simplest materials.

Now, with so many high-grade materials, was there really no chance at all?

Just then, a notification rang out, and Lin Fan’s furrowed brows relaxed as a smile spread across his face.

“Ding! Congratulations on forging a special item.”

A beam of light erupted from the furnace.

Lin Fan was overjoyed. “Struck gold! I really struck gold!”

But when he saw the item, his face turned blank. What the hell was this?

Are you kidding me?