Chapter 67: If I don’t enter hell, who will?

Xiao Family.

“Master, you’re back. The head of the family is waiting for you in the main hall,” the steward greeted him as soon as he saw the young master return.

Although rumors had been spreading recently, after serving the Xiao family for decades, the steward still believed in the young master and dismissed the gossip as mere nonsense.

Xiao Ze had been walking with his head down the entire way back, seemingly deep in thought. Upon hearing the steward’s words, he simply nodded and made his way toward the main hall.

His first lecture had initially disappointed Xiao Ze greatly. The verbal teachings seemed nothing more than mere flattery to him. He regretted his decision to become a disciple of the D-Class instructor, realizing it might have been a rash move that could affect his future martial cultivation.

However, now at the sixth stage of innate cultivation, there was hardly anyone in Tianfu Academy who could teach him anything new. In the end, he would have to rely on himself.

As for joining a sect, Xiao Ze had indeed considered it, but was still deciding which sect to choose.

Yet the very teacher he had looked down upon, whose lecture that morning lasted for several hours, had sparked many thoughts in Xiao Ze.

It was as if his mind had suddenly opened, bringing a new clarity to his previous studies.

Xiao Ze’s talent and comprehension had always been high, and the short story Lin Fan had shared that morning further enhanced his insight.

With his comprehension improved, he naturally began questioning his previous learning, and was able to grasp the gaps in his understanding.

However, since Xiao Ze had only listened to Lin Fan’s lecture briefly, his comprehension had just begun to improve. Naturally, this would require a gradual process.

Main Hall.

Xiao Clan Head Xiao Zhanfeng sat there expressionless, even visibly angry.

The tea on the coffee table beside him had long gone cold.

He had just heard the rumors—that his son had actually become a disciple of a D-Class teacher. Xiao Zhanfeng was furious. How could the young master of the Xiao family, a genius at Tianfu Academy, stoop so low as to become the student of a D-Class teacher? Was he trying to disgrace the entire Xiao family?

“Father, you summoned me?” Xiao Ze arrived at the main hall and immediately understood from his father’s expression that his decision to take a teacher had been discovered.

Yesterday’s incident had already angered his father greatly. Xiao Ze knew that without a proper explanation today, things would not end well.

“This morning, your teacher came by and said you’ve joined the D-Class. Is that true?” Xiao Zhanfeng asked in a calm tone, like a sleeping lion ready to erupt at any moment.

“Yes.” Xiao Ze nodded.

At that moment, Xiao Zhanfeng, who had been calm, suddenly slammed the coffee table in fury, spilling the tea everywhere. “Have you gone mad? Why did you leave the A-Class and join the D-Class? Do you know how many people are laughing at us now? Do you understand how much you’ve disgraced the Xiao family?”

“Tell me, why did you become his disciple?” Xiao Zhanfeng demanded. If he didn’t receive a satisfactory answer today, he would go to the academy and confront the D-Class teacher himself, determined to find out what methods he used to make his son abandon the prestigious A-Class for the D-Class.

Xiao Ze was silent for a moment. Why did he become his disciple? He had thought about this question before, but every time it came to mind, he remembered the sensation of that loving ruler striking his behind.

Perhaps it was just to experience that feeling again that he had chosen to become a disciple.

But of course, Xiao Ze couldn’t say that out loud. “Father, that D-Class teacher is a highly skilled master. At present, the A-Class instructors at Tianfu Academy can no longer offer me any guidance. However, that D-Class teacher defeated me with just one move. I want to stay by his side because I believe I can learn much more from him.”

What Xiao Ze said was, in fact, a betrayal of his true feelings.

Xiao Zhanfeng looked at Xiao Ze and, seeing that he wasn’t joking, gradually calmed down. He knew his son’s strength—already at the sixth stage of innate cultivation, practicing the family’s ancestral martial techniques. In terms of combat ability, he could even rival someone at the seventh stage of innate cultivation.

“Really?” Xiao Zhanfeng asked.

“Yes, Father. This morning, the master gave me a lecture, and now my mind is filled with many questions. I’ve gained a completely new understanding of my previous cultivation techniques. If there’s nothing else, Father, I’d like to return and contemplate these insights further,” Xiao Ze replied.

Seeing the sincerity in Xiao Ze’s words, Xiao Zhanfeng finally waved him off, allowing him to leave. Then, he fell into deep thought himself. Could it really be true?

The next day.

Lin Fan delivered another lecture to his students, telling a story while subtly enhancing their aptitudes, before quickly rushing out of Tianfu Academy.

The previous night, Lin Fan had tossed and turned, unable to sleep, thinking about the matter the entire night.

What if the “Little Heaven Pill” was real? What if someone actually decided to exchange it for Xuan Huang Coins?

The world is vast and full of strange things—how could he possibly judge others by his own standards?

It would be a grave mistake to assume others would act the same way he would.

If the “Little Heaven Pill” was indeed real and somehow ended up in his hands, wouldn’t swallowing it instantly elevate him to the Little Heaven Realm? Then he could return to his sect in glory, treated like a treasure.

Whether to act or not all depended on a single thought.

Regardless of what others did, Lin Fan had already decided—he would do it.

There were still two days until the auction, and as the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm, while the late one suffers the consequences.

If he waited until someone else won the auction and then tried to take it, it would be too late.

Such a precious item would surely attract many bidders, and they wouldn’t come alone—they would form groups. Although his brick was powerful, he couldn’t possibly take on an entire group at once.

Therefore, he had to get his hands on it in advance.

Lin Fan arrived at the Heaven and Earth Trading House and blended in as a casual customer.

At that moment, the trading house was bustling with people, various items displayed for selection.

This auction of the “Little Heaven Pill” had attracted many sects, and during this idle period, their disciples were naturally wandering around, hoping to find something they liked.

Lin Fan’s sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for anything suspicious. If the “Little Heaven Pill” was real, it would surely be an invaluable treasure, hidden somewhere secret.

But where exactly?

He searched for a while, then entered a stealth state and began randomly searching through the trading house.

After a long, long search, Lin Fan was almost ready to give up.

Where the hell was it?

Just then, Lin Fan’s eyes lit up. He noticed a middle-aged man with an extremely high aura, escorted by a group of people, heading inside.

Lin Fan’s heart leapt with joy. This guy must be a high-ranking official. Without hesitation, he immediately followed, hoping that by tailing this person, he might find the “Little Heaven Pill.”

At that moment, Lin Fan was hiding in a corner of a secret room, barely daring to breathe, because a figure had appeared before him that sent chills down his spine.

Yan Huang.

Just as Lin Fan was about to strike the high-ranking official with his brick, the space suddenly rippled, scaring Lin Fan so much that he crouched in the corner without even daring to let out a fart.

At the same time, Lin Fan was grateful he hadn’t acted rashly—if he had, it would have been a disaster.

As the two conversed, Lin Fan’s heart grew increasingly uneasy. He hadn’t expected to stumble upon a series of conspiracies.

The “Little Heaven Pill” actually belonged to Yan Huang.

After Yan Huang finished giving instructions and left, Lin Fan finally exhaled in relief. The high-ranking official then placed the “Little Heaven Pill” in a secret location. Of course, it wasn’t a secret to Lin Fan, who had witnessed the entire process without missing a single detail.

After the official left satisfied, Lin Fan immediately opened the secret compartment. A beautifully decorated box appeared before him. Without hesitation, Lin Fan took the pill inside.

“叮！Congratulations on discovering the ‘Blood暴Pill,’ a supreme heavenly-grade pill.”

“Blood暴Pill: Temporarily enhances the user’s cultivation. After the effect wears off, it causes the user’s body to explode.”

“This is a pill that has never appeared in the Xuan Huang World.”

“Consuming it grants +2,000,000 experience.”

Sure enough, there was no “Little Heaven Pill” at all. It had all been a scam.

What puzzled Lin Fan, however, was why Yan Huang had orchestrated this. What was his purpose?

All of this left Lin Fan confused.

A conspiracy—there was definitely a huge one at play.

Suddenly, Lin Fan felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. As a person filled with justice and love, witnessing this conspiracy, how could he just walk away?

A voice echoed in Lin Fan’s mind.

“Save everyone.”

This was a sacred yet arduous mission, but Lin Fan was not afraid. Even if misunderstood by the world, he would still stop this transaction and prevent everyone from falling into Yan Huang’s trap.

Fueled with determination, Lin Fan took a deep breath, swallowed the pill, then took off his pants and defecated into the box. After wiping himself clean, he pulled up his pants, closed the box, and placed it back where it had been.

Next would be Lin Fan’s journey to save all beings. Although the road ahead would be difficult and fraught with misunderstanding, Lin Fan was not afraid.

Who else but a just and compassionate person like himself could shoulder such a burden?

“If not me, then who will go to hell?”