Half a month later.
In the boundless void, a figure sat cross-legged in midair, but his face was filled with confusion.
Vomiting!
Half a month later.
In the endless void, a figure sat cross-legged, but with a completely bewildered expression.
Vomit!
“I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t take it anymore.” Lin Fan’s eyes were teary, and he was truly on the verge of breaking down. The constant consumption of pills had made him nauseous, and his mouth was filled with the taste of elixirs. At first, he had been excited, full of boundless energy, but after half a month, he felt like he wanted to die.
“Damn it, who else can compare to me in this? Even consuming pills makes me sick,” Lin Fan thought, feeling indignant. The sheer number of pills was overwhelming, and he was almost vomiting from it.
But he had no choice but to keep consuming them—these were all experience points, endless experience points.
His cultivation soared like a rocket, skyrocketing in an instant.
High-level Ancestral Immortal.
Peak Ancestral Immortal.
…
In just half a month, he had reached such a level.
Now, he was on the verge of surpassing the Ancestral Immortal realm.
But the difficulty was immense. The experience gained from these pills was no longer as substantial as before, and his mouth had started to go numb from consuming them.
There were all kinds of flavors—sweet, salty, bitter, and countless other strange tastes.
If others knew that someone could consume pills to this extent, they might die of envy. Who was he trying to show off to? Others would fight to the death for a single pill, but here was Lin Fan, almost vomiting from consuming them. Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan felt a tremor in his heart. What should he do?
If he didn’t consume them, he would feel reluctant—these were all experience points, especially in such a dangerous time. If he didn’t boost his cultivation, he would feel uneasy.
Without another word, he buried himself in consuming pills, determined to break through the Ancestral Immortal realm and enter a more profound state.
“Huh, what kind of crappy pill is this? It only gives 10,000 experience points. What a waste,” Lin Fan looked at the low-grade immortal pill in his hand with disdain, especially now that he felt like vomiting at the sight of pills. With such a meager amount of experience, what was the point?
He tossed it away!
A low-grade immortal pill was casually thrown away by Lin Fan. He knew its effect—it merely enhanced one’s talent.
For Lin Fan, geniuses were worthless, not even worth a penny. His own training skills could turn a fool into a genius, and without any side effects.
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that this low-grade immortal pill drifted through layers of void and eventually landed in a small, dilapidated courtyard in a city, where a shabbily dressed boy was diligently practicing.
If Lin Fan knew where the pill had ended up, he would have burst out laughing. Perhaps the opportunities and chance encounters with pills in those fantasy novels he had read were all because someone like Lin Fan, too lazy to consume them, had casually tossed them away, only to be picked up by some underdog.
…
Of course, Lin Fan couldn’t care less about that now. Even if he couldn’t stomach it, he had to keep consuming the pills. However, some of these low-grade pills were useless, so he started picking out the mid-grade, high-grade, and supreme-grade immortal pills.
Day and night had lost all meaning for Lin Fan.
He was completely immersed in the sound of experience points increasing.
One day, Lin Fan covered his mouth, truly unable to consume any more. He felt nauseous, on the verge of vomiting.
“Ding, congratulations on leveling up.”
“Cultivation: Saint Immortal.”
At this moment, the system’s notification filled Lin Fan with excitement. Finally, he had broken through to the Saint Immortal realm.
In an instant, Lin Fan felt as if he had merged with heaven and earth.
As long as the saint lives, the great path continues.
After becoming a Saint Immortal, his condition underwent a tremendous change. With every move, he could now harness the power of heaven and earth, and within his body, a mysterious world gradually formed.
What slightly surprised Lin Fan was that after breaking through to the Saint Immortal realm, the cultivation levels disappeared. There were no low, mid, or high stages—only one level: Saint Immortal.
Lin Fan stood up, looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace with disgust, as if he had developed an aversion to immortal pills.
But there was no other way. With so many pills, he had to keep consuming them—they were all experience points.
He needed to take a break, or else he might become the first person in history to be nauseated by immortal pills.
If others knew of Lin Fan’s current predicament, they would surely spit blood in anger. “What a beast, truly a beast! Is this even human?”
With so many immortal pills, he was actually complaining about being nauseated from consuming them. Others would risk their lives for even a single pill.
Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan couldn’t be bothered to count them. He simply stored them all in his backpack to consume later.
Now, in his backpack, the divine materials for crafting were piled up. Lin Fan needed to refine them all into immortal artifacts.
With a thought, mountains of crafting materials flew into the Heaven and Earth Furnace.
“Refine.”
“Random crafting.”
Buzz…
In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Furnace began to tremble, filled to the brim with these crafting materials.
Others would craft with extreme caution, fearing that a single mistake would ruin everything. But for Lin Fan, crafting was a wild process—he simply threw all the materials in, and whatever came out was up to luck.
“With so many materials, if I can’t craft a divine artifact, I’d really be a dog.”
Lin Fan was still greedy, hoping to craft a divine artifact.
The wonders of divine artifacts were clear to him—they possessed unfathomable powers.
For example, the “Nine-Five Red Brick” was the divine artifact Lin Fan was most satisfied with.
It had accompanied him through countless battles, achieving great feats.
The Heaven and Earth Furnace shook violently as all the materials inside were refined, then randomly combined, uncertain of what would be crafted.
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a mid-grade immortal artifact, unnamed.”
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a high-grade immortal artifact, unnamed.”
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a supreme-grade immortal artifact, unnamed.”
…
The system notifications kept coming.
Lin Fan waited patiently, paying no attention to these supreme-grade or high-grade immortal artifacts.
He was waiting to see if there would be any special divine artifacts, or even one-time-use items.
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a low-grade immortal artifact.”
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a mid-grade immortal artifact.”
…
Lin Fan grew increasingly disappointed. It seemed like nothing good was coming out.
The divine artifacts he currently possessed were crafted from the simplest materials.
Especially now, with so many high-grade materials, was there really no chance at all?
But at that moment, a voice rang out, and Lin Fan’s frown eased, replaced by a smile.
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a special item.”
A burst of light erupted.
Lin Fan was overjoyed. “It’s a red drop, it really is a red drop!”
But when he saw the item, he was dumbfounded. “What the hell is this? Are you kidding me?”
…
Half a month later.
In the endless void, a figure sat cross-legged, but with a completely bewildered expression.
“Ugh!”
“I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t,” Lin Fan muttered, tears welling up in his eyes. He was on the verge of breaking down. The constant consumption of pills had made him nauseous, and his mouth was filled with the taste of elixirs. At first, he had been excited, full of boundless energy, but after half a month, he felt like he wanted to die.
“Damn it, who else could possibly endure this? Even taking pills makes me sick,” Lin Fan thought, feeling a mix of frustration and disbelief. The sheer number of pills was overwhelming, and he was on the verge of vomiting.
But he couldn’t stop. These pills were all experience points, endless experience points.
His cultivation soared like a rocket, skyrocketing in a matter of days.
High-level Ancestral Immortal.
Peak Ancestral Immortal.
…
In just half a month, he had reached such heights.
Now, he was on the verge of surpassing the Ancestral Immortal realm.
But the difficulty was immense. The experience gained from these pills wasn’t as substantial as before, and his mouth was starting to go numb from the constant consumption.
The pills came in all sorts of flavors—sweet, salty, bitter, and everything in between. It was a bizarre and endless array of tastes.
If others knew that someone could take pills to the point of nausea, they might die of envy. While others fought tooth and nail for a single pill, Lin Fan was here, almost vomiting from the sheer number he had consumed. Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan felt a pang of uncertainty. What should he do?
If he stopped, he would feel regret. These were all experience points, and in such dangerous times, if he didn’t elevate his cultivation, he would feel uneasy.
Without another word, he buried himself in pill consumption, determined to break through the Ancestral Immortal realm and enter a more profound state.
“Huh, what kind of crappy pill is this? It only gives 10,000 experience points. Useless,” Lin Fan muttered, looking at the low-grade pill in his hand with disdain. Especially now, when even the sight of pills made him want to vomit, a mere 10,000 experience points wasn’t worth it.
He tossed it away.
A low-grade pill was casually thrown aside by Lin Fan. He knew its effect—it merely enhanced one’s natural talent.
For Lin Fan, talent was worthless. His own training skills could turn a fool into a genius without any side effects.
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that this low-grade pill drifted through the void and eventually landed in a small, dilapidated courtyard in a city, where a shabbily dressed boy was diligently practicing.
If Lin Fan had known where the pill ended up, he would have laughed. Perhaps the opportunities described in those fantasy novels, where a pill is casually discarded by someone like Lin Fan, only to be picked up by a “waste,” were true.
…
Of course, Lin Fan couldn’t care less about that now. Even if he couldn’t stomach it, he had to keep consuming pills. However, some of the low-grade pills were useless, so he began to pick and choose, focusing on mid-grade, high-grade, and supreme-grade pills.
Day and night had lost all meaning for Lin Fan.
He was completely immersed in the sound of experience points increasing.
One day, Lin Fan covered his mouth, truly unable to continue. He felt nauseous, on the verge of vomiting.
“Ding, congratulations on leveling up.”
“Cultivation: Saint Immortal.”
At that moment, the system’s notification filled Lin Fan with excitement. Finally, he had broken through to the Saint Immortal realm.
In an instant, Lin Fan felt as if he had merged with the heavens and the earth.
“Saints never die, the Great Dao never ceases.”
After becoming a Saint Immortal, his condition underwent a tremendous change. With every move, he could now harness the power of heaven and earth. Even within his body, a mysterious world began to form.
What slightly surprised Lin Fan was that after breaking through to the Saint Immortal realm, the cultivation levels disappeared. There were no more low, mid, or high stages—only one level: Saint Immortal.
Lin Fan stood up, looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace with disgust, as if he had developed an aversion to elixirs.
But there was no choice. With so many pills, he had to keep consuming them. They were all experience points.
He needed to take a break, or he might become the first person in history to be nauseated by elixirs.
If others knew of Lin Fan’s current predicament, they would probably spit blood in anger. “Beast! This is inhuman!”
While others risked their lives for a single pill, Lin Fan was here, complaining about being sick of them.
Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan didn’t bother counting them. He simply stored them in his inventory to consume later.
Now, his inventory was filled with divine materials for crafting. It was time to turn them all into immortal artifacts.
With a thought, mountains of crafting materials flew into the Heaven and Earth Furnace.
“Crafting.”
“Random crafting.”
Buzz…
In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Furnace began to tremble, filled to the brim with crafting materials.
While others crafted with extreme caution, fearing failure, Lin Fan’s approach was wild and reckless. He threw all the materials in at once, leaving the outcome to chance.
“With so many materials, if I can’t craft at least one divine artifact, I’ll be damned.”
Lin Fan was greedy, aiming for nothing less than divine artifacts.
The wonders of divine artifacts were clear to him—they possessed unfathomable powers.
For example, the “95 Red Brick” was one of the most satisfying divine artifacts Lin Fan had crafted. It had accompanied him through countless battles, achieving great feats.
The Heaven and Earth Furnace shook violently as all the materials inside were melted down and randomly combined, uncertain of what would emerge.
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a mid-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a high-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a supreme-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
…
The system notifications kept coming.
Lin Fan waited patiently, unimpressed by the mid-grade, high-grade, and even supreme-grade immortal artifacts.
He was waiting for something special—a unique divine artifact, or even a one-time-use item.
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a low-grade immortal artifact.”
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a mid-grade immortal artifact.”
…
Lin Fan grew increasingly disappointed. It seemed like nothing good was coming out.
The divine artifacts he currently possessed were crafted from the simplest materials.
With so many high-grade materials now, was there really no chance of something extraordinary?
But just then, a notification came, and Lin Fan’s frown turned into a smile.
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a special item.”
A burst of light erupted.
Lin Fan’s heart leaped with joy. “It’s a red! It’s really a red!”
But when he saw the item, he was stunned. “What the hell is this? Are you kidding me?”
…
But he couldn’t stop either—these were all experience points, endless streams of them.
His cultivation had skyrocketed like a rocket.
Ancestor Immortal High Rank.
Ancestor Immortal Peak.
…
In just half a month, he had risen to this level.
Now, he was aiming to surpass the Ancestor Immortal Realm.
Half a month later.
In the endless void, a figure sat cross-legged, but with a completely bewildered expression.
Vomiting!
“I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t,” Lin Fan’s eyes were filled with tears, he was on the verge of breaking down. The constant consumption of pills had made him nauseous, his mouth was filled with the taste of elixirs. At first, he was excited, full of boundless energy, but after half a month, he felt like he wanted to die.
“Damn it, who else can compare to me in pill consumption?” Lin Fan thought, feeling indignant. The sheer number of pills was overwhelming, he was almost vomiting from it.
But he had no choice, these were all experience points, endless experience.
His cultivation soared like a rocket, skyrocketing.
High-level Ancestral Immortal.
Great Perfection of Ancestral Immortal.
…
In just half a month, he had reached such a level.
Now, he was about to surpass the Ancestral Immortal realm.
But the difficulty was immense. The experience from these pills wasn’t as abundant as before, and his mouth was starting to go numb from the constant consumption.
There were all kinds of flavors.
Sweet, salty, bitter, all sorts of strange and endless tastes.
If others knew that someone was consuming pills to this extent, they might die of envy. Who was he trying to bully? Others would fight to the death for a single pill, but here was Lin Fan, almost vomiting from it. Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan’s heart trembled. What should he do?
If he didn’t consume them, he would feel reluctant. These were all experience points, especially in such dangerous times. If he didn’t boost his cultivation, he would feel uneasy.
No more words, he buried himself in pill consumption, determined to break through the Ancestral Immortal realm and enter a more profound state.
“Huh, what kind of pill is this? It only gives ten thousand experience points, what a waste,” Lin Fan looked at the low-grade pill in his hand with disdain, especially now that he felt like vomiting at the sight of pills. With only ten thousand experience points, why bother?
Throw it away!
A low-grade pill was thus thrown away by Lin Fan. He knew its effect, it only enhanced one’s talent.
For Lin Fan, geniuses were worthless, not even worth a penny. His own training skills could turn a fool into a genius, with no side effects.
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that this low-grade pill drifted through layers of void and eventually landed in a small, dilapidated courtyard in a city, on a young boy who was diligently practicing in tattered clothes.
If Lin Fan knew where this pill ended up, he would probably burst out laughing. Maybe the opportunities and pills found in some fantasy novels were just like this, casually thrown away by someone like Lin Fan, too lazy to consume, and eventually picked up by some underdog.
…
Of course, Lin Fan couldn’t care less now. Even if he couldn’t consume anymore, he had to keep going. But some of these low-grade pills were useless, so he started picking out medium-grade, high-grade, and supreme-grade pills.
Day and night had no meaning for Lin Fan anymore.
He was completely immersed in the sound of experience points.
One day, Lin Fan covered his mouth, he really couldn’t consume anymore, feeling nauseous, wanting to vomit.
“Ding, congratulations on leveling up.”
“Cultivation: Saint Immortal.”
At this moment, the system’s notification excited Lin Fan. Finally, he had broken through to Saint Immortal.
In an instant, Lin Fan felt as if he had merged with heaven and earth.
The saint does not die, the great path does not cease.
After becoming a Saint Immortal, his condition underwent a tremendous change. Every move he made could influence the power of heaven and earth, and even within his body, a mysterious world gradually formed.
What slightly surprised Lin Fan was that after breaking through to Saint Immortal, the cultivation levels disappeared. There were no low, medium, or high levels, only one level: Saint Immortal.
Lin Fan stood up, looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, his eyes filled with disgust, as if he had developed an aversion to pills.
But there was no choice, so many pills, he had to consume them. They were all experience points.
He needed to take a break, otherwise, he might become the first person in the world to be nauseated by pills.
If others knew about Lin Fan’s current situation, they would probably spit out blood. Beast, really a beast, is this even human?
So many pills, and he says he’s nauseated by them? They would risk their lives for a single pill.
Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan didn’t bother counting them, he just stored them in his backpack to consume later.
Now, in his backpack, there were accumulated divine materials for forging. Lin Fan needed to refine them all into immortal artifacts.
With a thought, mountains of forging materials flew into the Heaven and Earth Furnace.
“Forging.”
“Random forging.”
Buzz…
In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Furnace began to tremble, it was filled to the brim with forging materials.
Others would be cautious when forging, afraid of failure, but for Lin Fan, forging was this wild. He just threw all the materials in, and whatever came out was up to luck.
“With so many materials, if I can’t forge a divine artifact, I’m really a dog,” Lin Fan thought, still greedy, hoping to forge a divine artifact.
The wonders of divine artifacts were clear to him, they possessed unfathomable power.
For example, the “95 Red Brick” was the most satisfactory divine artifact Lin Fan had forged.
It had accompanied him all the way, achieving great feats.
The Heaven and Earth Furnace shook violently, all the materials inside were melted, then randomly combined, who knows what would be forged.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a medium-grade immortal artifact, unnamed.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a high-grade immortal artifact, unnamed.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a supreme-grade immortal artifact, unnamed.”
…
The system notifications kept coming.
Lin Fan was waiting, these supreme-grade, high-grade immortal artifacts didn’t catch his eye.
He was waiting for a special divine artifact, or even a one-time item.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a low-grade immortal artifact.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a medium-grade immortal artifact.”
…
Lin Fan was getting more and more disappointed, it seemed like nothing good was coming out.
The divine artifacts he had now were forged from the simplest materials.
Especially now with so many high-grade materials, was there really no chance?
But at this moment, a voice came, Lin Fan’s brows relaxed, a smile on his face.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a special item.”
A burst of light erupted.
Lin Fan was overjoyed, “It’s red, it’s really red!”
When he saw the item, he was stunned, what the hell is this?
Are you kidding me?
…
So many different flavors.
Sweet, salty, bitter—strange and bizarre, an endless variety.
Half a month later.
In the endless void, a figure sat cross-legged, but with a completely bewildered expression.
Vomit!
“I can’t take it anymore, really can’t take it anymore.” Lin Fan’s eyes were filled with tears, truly on the verge of breaking down. The continuous consumption of pills had made him nauseous, his mouth filled with the taste of elixirs. At first, he was excited, brimming with boundless energy, but after half a month, he felt like he wanted to die.
“Damn it, who else can compare to me in this pill-consuming madness?” Lin Fan thought, feeling indignant. The sheer number of pills was overwhelming, to the point where he was almost vomiting.
But he had no choice; these were all experience points, endless experience.
His cultivation soared like a rocket, skyrocketing rapidly.
High-level Ancestral Immortal.
Peak Ancestral Immortal.
…
In just half a month, he had reached such a level.
Now, he was on the verge of surpassing the Ancestral Immortal realm.
But the difficulty was immense. The experience gained from these pills was no longer as substantial as before, and his mouth was starting to go numb from consuming them.
There were all kinds of flavors.
Sweet, salty, bitter—endless and bizarre.
If others knew that someone was consuming pills to this extent, they might die of envy. Who was he trying to show off to? Others would fight to the death for a single pill, but here was Lin Fan, almost vomiting from consuming so many. Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan felt a tremor in his heart. What should he do?
If he didn’t consume them, he would feel regretful. These were all experience points, especially in such dangerous times. If he didn’t elevate his cultivation, he would feel uneasy.
No more words, just bury his head and consume the pills. He had to break through the Ancestral Immortal realm and enter a more profound state.
“Huh, what kind of pill is this? It only gives ten thousand experience points. What a waste.” Lin Fan looked at the low-grade pill in his hand with disdain, especially now that he felt like vomiting at the sight of pills. Ten thousand experience points? Not worth it.
Throw it away!
A low-grade pill was thus tossed aside by Lin Fan. He knew its effect—it merely enhanced one’s talent.
For Lin Fan, prodigies were worthless, not even a penny. His own training skills could turn a fool into a prodigy, and without any side effects.
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that this low-grade pill drifted through layers of void and eventually landed in a small, dilapidated courtyard in a city, on a young boy dressed in rags, who was diligently cultivating.
If Lin Fan knew where the pill had ended up, he would have burst out laughing. Perhaps the serendipitous encounters in those fantasy novels, where characters stumbled upon pills, were all because of people like Lin Fan, who were too lazy to consume them and casually threw them away, only to be picked up by those less fortunate.
…
Of course, Lin Fan couldn’t care less now. Even if he couldn’t consume them, he had to force himself. However, some of these low-grade pills were useless, so he started selecting, consuming mid-grade, high-grade, and supreme-grade pills.
Day and night had no meaning for Lin Fan anymore.
He was completely immersed in the sound of experience notifications.
One day, Lin Fan covered his mouth, truly unable to consume anymore, feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit.
“Ding, congratulations on leveling up.”
“Cultivation: Saint Immortal.”
At this moment, the system’s notification filled Lin Fan with excitement. Finally, he had broken through to the Saint Immortal realm.
In an instant, Lin Fan felt as if he had merged with the heavens and the earth.
Saints never die, and the Great Dao never ceases.
After becoming a Saint Immortal, his condition underwent a tremendous change. With every move, he could harness the power of the heavens and the earth. Even within his body, a mysterious world began to form.
What slightly surprised Lin Fan was that after breaking through to the Saint Immortal realm, the cultivation levels disappeared. There were no more low, mid, or high levels—only one rank: Saint Immortal.
Lin Fan stood up, looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace with disgust, as if he had developed an aversion to pills.
But there was no choice. With so many pills, he had to consume them. They were all experience points.
He needed to take a break, or he might become the first person in the world to be nauseated by pills.
If others knew of Lin Fan’s current predicament, they would surely spit blood. Beast, truly a beast. Is this even human?
So many pills, and he’s complaining about being nauseated? They would risk their lives for a single pill.
Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan couldn’t be bothered to count them. He simply stored them in his backpack to consume later.
Now, in his backpack, there were accumulated divine materials for forging. Lin Fan needed to refine them all into immortal artifacts.
With a thought, mountains of forging materials flew into the Heaven and Earth Furnace.
“Forging.”
“Random forging.”
Buzz…
In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Furnace began to tremble, filled to the brim with forging materials.
Others would forge with utmost care, fearing that a single mistake would ruin everything. But for Lin Fan, forging was a wild process. He simply threw all the materials in, and whatever came out was up to luck.
“With so many materials, if I can’t forge a divine artifact, I’d be a real dog.”
Lin Fan was still greedy, hoping to forge a divine artifact.
The wonders of divine artifacts were evident—they possessed unfathomable powers.
For example, the “95 Red Brick” was the divine artifact Lin Fan was most satisfied with.
It had accompanied him through countless battles, achieving great feats.
The Heaven and Earth Furnace shook violently. All the materials inside were melted down and randomly combined, uncertain of what would be forged.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a mid-grade immortal artifact, unnamed.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a high-grade immortal artifact, unnamed.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a supreme-grade immortal artifact, unnamed.”
…
The system notifications kept coming.
Lin Fan was waiting, not caring about these mid-grade, high-grade, or even supreme-grade immortal artifacts.
He was waiting to see if there would be a 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 was growing increasingly disappointed. It seemed like nothing good was coming out.
The divine artifacts he currently possessed were forged from the simplest materials.
Especially now, with so many high-grade materials, was there really no chance at all?
But at that moment, a voice rang out, and Lin Fan’s brows relaxed, a smile spreading across his face.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a special item.”
A burst of light erupted.
Lin Fan was overjoyed. “It’s a red! It’s really a red!”
But when he saw the item, he was stunned. What the hell is this?
Are you kidding me?
…
Half a month later.
In the endless void, a figure sat cross-legged, but with a completely bewildered expression.
Vomit!
“I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t take it anymore.” Lin Fan’s eyes were teary, and he was truly on the verge of breaking down. The pills he had been consuming had made him nauseous, and his mouth was filled with the taste of elixirs. At first, he had been excited, full of boundless energy, but after half a month, he felt like he wanted to die.
“Damn it, who else can compare to me when it comes to vomiting from taking pills?” Lin Fan was indignant. The sheer number of pills was overwhelming, and he was almost vomiting from taking them.
But he had no choice but to keep taking them—these were all experience points, endless experience points.
His cultivation soared like a rocket, skyrocketing in no time.
High-level Ancestral Immortal.
Peak Ancestral Immortal.
…
In just half a month, he had reached such a level.
Now, he was on the verge of surpassing the Ancestral Immortal realm.
But the difficulty was immense. The experience points from these pills were no longer as abundant as before, and his mouth was starting to go numb from taking them.
There were all kinds of flavors—sweet, salty, bitter, and everything in between, an endless variety of tastes.
If others knew that someone was taking pills to this extent, they might die of envy. Who was he trying to show off to? Others would fight to the death for a single pill, but here was Lin Fan, almost vomiting from taking them. Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan’s heart trembled. What should he do?
If he didn’t take them, he would feel reluctant—these were all experience points, especially in such a dangerous time. If he didn’t boost his cultivation, he would feel uneasy.
Enough talk, he had to keep taking the pills. He had to break through the Ancestral Immortal realm and enter that even more mysterious realm.
“Huh, what kind of crappy pill is this? It only gives 10,000 experience points. What a waste.” Lin Fan looked at the low-grade pill in his hand with disdain, especially now that he felt like vomiting at the sight of pills. A mere 10,000 experience points? Not worth it.
Toss it!
A low-grade pill was casually thrown away by Lin Fan. He knew its effect—it only enhanced one’s talent.
For Lin Fan, geniuses were worthless, not even worth a penny. His own training skills could turn a fool into a genius, and without any side effects.
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that this low-grade pill drifted through the void and eventually landed in a small, dilapidated courtyard in a city, where a shabbily dressed young man was diligently cultivating.
If Lin Fan had known where the pill ended up, he would have burst out laughing. Perhaps the opportunities described in some fantasy novels, where someone stumbles upon a pill, were all because someone like Lin Fan couldn’t be bothered to take it and casually threw it away, only for it to be picked up by some nobody.
…
Of course, Lin Fan couldn’t care less about that now. Even if he couldn’t stomach taking more pills, he had to keep going. However, some of these low-grade pills were useless, so he started picking out the mid-grade, high-grade, and supreme-grade pills.
Day and night had lost all meaning for Lin Fan.
He was completely immersed in the sound of experience points increasing.
One day, Lin Fan covered his mouth—he really couldn’t take it anymore. He felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.
“Ding, congratulations on leveling up.”
“Cultivation: Saint Immortal.”
At this moment, the system’s notification filled Lin Fan with excitement. Finally, he had broken through to the Saint Immortal realm.
In an instant, Lin Fan felt as if he had merged with heaven and earth.
A saint does not die, and the great path does not cease.
After becoming a Saint Immortal, his condition underwent a tremendous change. With every move, he could now harness the power of heaven and earth, and within his body, a mysterious world began to form.
What slightly surprised Lin Fan was that after breaking through to the Saint Immortal realm, the cultivation levels disappeared. There were no low, mid, or high stages—only one level: Saint Immortal.
Lin Fan stood up and looked at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, his eyes filled with disgust, as if he had developed an aversion to pills.
But there was no other way. With so many pills, he had to keep taking them—they were all experience points.
He needed to take a break, or he might become the first person in history to be nauseated by pills.
If others knew about Lin Fan’s current predicament, they would spit blood in anger. What a beast! How could anyone be like this?
So many pills, and he was complaining about being nauseated from taking them? Others would risk their lives for a single pill.
Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan didn’t bother counting them. He simply stored them in his backpack to take later.
Now, in his backpack, there were piles of divine materials for crafting. Lin Fan needed to refine them all into immortal artifacts.
With a thought, mountains of crafting materials flew into the Heaven and Earth Furnace.
“Crafting.”
“Random crafting.”
Buzz…
In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Furnace began to tremble, filled to the brim with crafting materials.
Others would craft with extreme caution, afraid of making a mistake and wasting everything. But for Lin Fan, crafting was a wild process—he just threw all the materials in and let luck decide what would come out.
“With so many materials, if I can’t craft a divine artifact, I’d be a real failure.”
Lin Fan was still greedy, hoping to craft a divine artifact.
The wonders of divine artifacts were clear to him—they possessed unfathomable powers.
For example, the “95 Red Brick” was the divine artifact Lin Fan was most satisfied with.
It had accompanied him through countless battles, achieving great feats.
The Heaven and Earth Furnace shook violently as all the materials inside were refined and randomly combined, uncertain of what would be crafted.
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a mid-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a high-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a supreme-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
…
The system notifications kept coming.
Lin Fan waited patiently. These supreme-grade and high-grade immortal artifacts didn’t impress him.
He was waiting to see if a special divine artifact would appear, or even a one-time-use item.
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a low-grade immortal artifact.”
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a mid-grade immortal artifact.”
…
Lin Fan grew more and more disappointed. It seemed like nothing good was coming out.
The divine artifacts he currently possessed were crafted from the simplest materials.
With so many high-grade materials now, was there really no chance at all?
But at that moment, a sound came, and Lin Fan’s frown eased, replaced by a smile.
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a special item.”
A burst of light erupted.
Lin Fan was overjoyed. “It’s a red! It’s really a red!”
But when he saw the item, he was stunned. What the hell is this?
Are you kidding me?
…
Not taking them felt unbearable—those were all experience points. Especially in such a dangerous time, if he didn’t raise his cultivation, he would feel uneasy.
Half a month later.
In the endless void, a figure sat cross-legged, but with a completely bewildered expression.
Vomit!
“I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t,” Lin Fan’s eyes were teary, he was truly on the verge of breaking down. The constant consumption of pills had made him nauseous, his mouth filled with the taste of elixirs. Initially, he was excited, full of boundless energy, but after half a month, he felt like he wanted to die.
“Damn it, who else can compare to me in this pill-consuming madness?” Lin Fan was indignant. The sheer number of pills was overwhelming, making him almost vomit.
But he had no choice but to continue; these were all experiences, endless experiences.
His cultivation soared like a rocket, skyrocketing.
High-level Ancestral Immortal.
Peak Ancestral Immortal.
…
In just half a month, he had reached such a level.
Now, he aimed to surpass the Ancestral Immortal realm.
But the difficulty was immense. The experience gained from these pills was no longer as abundant as before, and his mouth was starting to go numb from the constant consumption.
There were all kinds of tastes.
Sweet, salty, bitter, and all sorts of strange, endless flavors.
If others knew that someone was consuming pills to this extent, they might die of envy. Who was he trying to bully? Others would fight to the death for a single elixir, but here was Lin Fan, almost vomiting from the sheer number of pills. Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan felt a tremor in his heart. What should he do?
If he didn’t consume them, he would surely regret it. These were all experiences, especially in such dangerous times. If he didn’t elevate his cultivation, he would feel uneasy.
No more words, just bury himself in consuming pills. He had to break through the Ancestral Immortal realm and enter a more profound state.
“Eh, what kind of elixir is this? It only gives ten thousand experience points, what a waste.” Lin Fan looked at the low-grade elixir in his hand with disdain, especially now when even the sight of pills made him nauseous. A mere ten thousand experience points? Not worth it.
Throw it away!
A low-grade elixir was thus thrown away by Lin Fan. He knew its effect was merely to enhance one’s talent.
For Lin Fan, prodigies were worthless, not even a penny. His own training skills could turn a fool into a prodigy without any side effects.
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that this low-grade elixir drifted through layers of void and eventually landed in a small, dilapidated courtyard in a city, on a young boy who was diligently practicing despite his tattered clothes.
If Lin Fan knew where this elixir ended up, he would probably burst out laughing. Perhaps the opportunities in those fantasy novels, where one stumbles upon elixirs, were all from beings like Lin Fan, who were too lazy to consume them and just threw them away like trash, only to be picked up by the untalented.
…
Of course, Lin Fan couldn’t care less now. Even if he couldn’t consume anymore, he had to force himself. However, some of these low-grade elixirs were useless, so he started selecting, consuming some medium-grade, high-grade, and supreme-grade elixirs.
Day and night, time had no meaning for Lin Fan.
He was completely immersed in the sound of experience notifications.
One day, Lin Fan covered his mouth, truly unable to consume anymore, feeling nauseous, wanting to vomit.
“Ding, congratulations on leveling up.”
“Cultivation: Saint Immortal.”
At this moment, the system’s notification made Lin Fan ecstatic. Finally, he had broken through to become a Saint Immortal.
In an instant, Lin Fan felt as if he had merged with the heavens and the earth.
A saint does not die, the great path does not cease.
After becoming a Saint Immortal, his own condition underwent a tremendous change. With every move, he could harness the power of heaven and earth. Even within his body, a mysterious realm gradually formed.
What slightly surprised Lin Fan was that after breaking through to Saint Immortal, the cultivation levels disappeared. There were no low, medium, or high stages, only one level: Saint Immortal.
Lin Fan stood up, looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, his eyes filled with disgust, as if he had developed an aversion to elixirs.
But there was no way around it. With so many elixirs, he had to consume them. They were all experiences.
He needed to take a break, or he might become the first person in the world to be nauseated by elixirs.
If others knew of Lin Fan’s current predicament, they would surely spit out blood. Beast, truly a beast. Is this even human?
So many elixirs, and he says he’s nauseated by them? They would risk their lives for a single elixir.
Looking at the elixirs in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan didn’t bother counting them, just stored them in his backpack to consume later.
Now, in his backpack, the divine materials for forging were piled up. Lin Fan needed to refine them all into immortal artifacts.
With a thought, mountains of forging materials flew into the Heaven and Earth Furnace.
“Forging.”
“Random forging.”
Buzz…
In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Furnace began to tremble, filled to the brim with these forging materials.
Others would forge with extreme caution, fearing a single mistake would ruin everything. But for Lin Fan, forging was this wild—just throw all the materials in and see what comes out, all based on luck.
“With so many materials, if I can’t forge a divine artifact, I’d be a real dog.”
Lin Fan was still greedy, aiming for divine artifacts.
The wonders of divine artifacts were clear to him, possessing unfathomable powers.
For example, the “95 Red Brick” was the divine artifact Lin Fan was most satisfied with.
It had accompanied him all the way, achieving great feats.
The Heaven and Earth Furnace shook violently, all the materials inside were melted, then randomly combined, who knows what would be forged.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a medium-grade immortal artifact, unnamed.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a high-grade immortal artifact, unnamed.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a supreme-grade immortal artifact, unnamed.”
…
The system notifications kept coming.
Lin Fan was waiting, these supreme-grade and high-grade immortal artifacts didn’t catch his eye.
He was waiting to see if there would be any special divine artifacts, or even one-time use items.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a low-grade immortal artifact.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a medium-grade immortal artifact.”
…
Lin Fan was growing more and more disappointed. It seemed like nothing good was coming out.
The divine artifacts he had now were forged from the simplest materials.
Especially now with so many high-grade materials, was there really no chance at all?
But at this moment, a sound came, and Lin Fan’s brows relaxed, a smile on his face.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a special item.”
A burst of light erupted.
Lin Fan was overjoyed, “It’s red, it’s really red.”
When he saw the item, he was stunned. What the hell is this?
Are you kidding me?
…
Half a month later.
In the endless void, a figure sat cross-legged, but with a completely bewildered expression.
Vomit!
“I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t take it anymore.” Lin Fan’s eyes were teary, and he was truly on the verge of breaking down. The constant consumption of pills had made him nauseous, and his mouth was filled with the taste of elixirs. At first, he had been excited, full of boundless energy, but after half a month, he felt like he wanted to die.
“Damn it, who else can compare to me? Even taking pills makes me sick,” Lin Fan thought, feeling indignant. The sheer number of pills was overwhelming, and he was almost at the point of vomiting.
But he had no choice but to keep taking them—these were all experience points, endless experience points.
His cultivation soared like a rocket, skyrocketing in an instant.
High-level Ancestral Immortal.
Peak Ancestral Immortal.
…
In just half a month, he had reached such a level.
Now, he was on the verge of surpassing the Ancestral Immortal realm.
But the difficulty was immense. The experience gained from these pills was no longer as substantial as before, and his mouth was starting to go numb from the constant consumption.
The flavors were endless—sweet, salty, bitter, and all sorts of strange tastes.
If others knew that someone could take pills to the point of nausea, they might die of envy. While others fought to the death for a single pill, Lin Fan was here, almost vomiting from taking too many. Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan’s heart trembled. What should he do?
If he didn’t take them, he would feel regretful—these were all experience points, especially in such dangerous times. If he didn’t improve his cultivation, he would feel uneasy.
Without another word, he buried himself in taking pills, determined to break through the Ancestral Immortal realm and enter a more profound state.
“Huh, what kind of crappy pill is this? It only gives 10,000 experience points. What a waste,” Lin Fan looked at the low-grade immortal pill in his hand with disdain, especially now that he felt like vomiting at the sight of pills. With such a measly amount of experience, why bother?
He tossed it away.
A low-grade immortal pill was casually thrown aside by Lin Fan, who knew its effect—it merely enhanced one’s talent.
For Lin Fan, geniuses were worthless, not even worth a penny. His own training skills could turn a fool into a genius without any side effects.
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that this low-grade immortal pill drifted through layers of void and eventually landed in a small, dilapidated courtyard in a city, where a shabbily dressed boy was diligently practicing.
If Lin Fan knew where the pill had ended up, he would have burst out laughing. Perhaps the serendipitous encounters in fantasy novels, where characters stumble upon pills, were all because someone like Lin Fan, too lazy to take them, casually tossed them away, only for them to be picked up by some nobody.
…
Of course, Lin Fan couldn’t care less about that now. Even if he couldn’t stomach it, he had to keep taking the pills. However, some of the low-grade pills were useless, so he started picking out the mid-grade, high-grade, and even supreme-grade immortal pills.
Days and nights blurred together, and Lin Fan lost all sense of time.
He was completely immersed in the sound of experience points increasing.
One day, Lin Fan covered his mouth, truly unable to take any more. He felt nauseous, on the verge of vomiting.
“Ding, congratulations on leveling up.”
“Cultivation: Saint Immortal.”
At this moment, the system’s notification filled Lin Fan with excitement. Finally, he had broken through to the Saint Immortal realm.
In an instant, Lin Fan felt as if he had merged with the heavens and the earth.
As long as the saint lives, the great Dao continues.
After becoming a Saint Immortal, his condition underwent a tremendous change. With every move, he could now harness the power of heaven and earth, and within his body, a mysterious world gradually formed.
What slightly surprised Lin Fan was that after breaking through to the Saint Immortal realm, the cultivation levels disappeared. There were no low, mid, or high stages—only one level: Saint Immortal.
Lin Fan stood up, looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace with disgust, as if he had developed an aversion to immortal pills.
But there was no other way. With so many pills, he had to keep taking them—they were all experience points.
He needed to take a break, or else he might become the first person in the world to be nauseated by immortal pills.
If others knew about Lin Fan’s current predicament, they would surely spit blood. “Beast, what a beast! Is this even human?”
So many immortal pills, and he’s complaining about being nauseated? They would risk their lives for just one pill.
Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan didn’t bother counting them. He simply stored them in his backpack to take later.
Now, in his backpack, there were accumulated divine materials for forging. Lin Fan felt it necessary to refine them all into immortal artifacts.
With a thought, mountains of forging materials flew into the Heaven and Earth Furnace.
“Forging.”
“Random forging.”
Buzz…
In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Furnace began to tremble, filled to the brim with forging materials.
Others would forge with extreme caution, fearing that a single mistake would ruin everything. But for Lin Fan, forging was a wild process—he simply threw all the materials in, and whatever came out was up to luck.
“With so many materials, if I can’t forge even one divine artifact, I’d be a real failure.”
Lin Fan was still greedy, hoping to forge divine artifacts.
The wonders of divine artifacts were clear to him—they possessed unfathomable powers.
For example, the “95 Red Brick” was the divine artifact Lin Fan was most satisfied with.
It had accompanied him through countless battles, achieving great feats.
The Heaven and Earth Furnace shook violently, and all the materials inside were refined, randomly combining to create who knows what.
“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-grade immortal artifact. It has not yet been named.”
…
The system notifications kept coming.
Lin Fan waited patiently, not paying much attention to the supreme-grade or high-grade immortal artifacts.
He was waiting to see if any special divine artifacts would appear, or even one-time-use items.
“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 good was coming out.
The divine artifacts he currently possessed were forged from the simplest materials.
Especially now, with so many high-grade materials, was there really no chance at all?
But at that moment, a notification came, and Lin Fan’s brows relaxed, a smile spreading across his face.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a special item.”
A burst of light erupted.
Lin Fan was overjoyed. “It’s a red! It’s really a red!”
But when he saw the item, he was stunned. “What the hell is this? Are you kidding me?”
…
He threw it away!
A low-grade Immortal Pill, discarded just like that. He knew its effect too—it only enhanced one’s innate talent.
To Lin Fan, prodigies were worthless. He could use his own training skill to turn a fool into a genius, with absolutely no side effects.
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that this discarded pill drifted through layers of void, eventually landing in a shabby courtyard in a city, into the hands of a young boy dressed in rags, diligently cultivating.
If Lin Fan had known where that pill ended up, he would have burst out laughing. Perhaps the kind of lucky chance described in those old fantasy novels—where a nobody stumbles upon a pill—was exactly like this: someone like Lin Fan, too lazy to take it, tossing it away like trash, only for it to be picked up by some so-called “waste.”
…
Half a month later.
In the endless void, a figure sat cross-legged, but with a completely bewildered expression.
Vomit!
“I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t take it anymore.” Lin Fan’s eyes were filled with tears, truly on the verge of breaking down. The pills he had been consuming had made him nauseous, his mouth filled with the taste of elixirs. At first, he had been excited, brimming with boundless energy, but after half a month, he felt like he wanted to die.
“Damn it, who else can compare to me? Even taking pills makes me want to vomit,” Lin Fan thought, feeling indignant. The sheer number of pills was overwhelming, and he was almost at the point of throwing up.
But he had no choice. These were all experience points, endless experience points.
His cultivation soared like a rocket, skyrocketing in an instant.
High-level Ancestral Immortal.
Great Perfection of Ancestral Immortal.
…
In just half a month, he had reached such a level.
Now, he was on the verge of surpassing the Ancestral Immortal realm.
But the difficulty was immense. The experience points from these pills were no longer as abundant as before, and his mouth was starting to go numb from consuming them.
There were all sorts of flavors.
Sweet, salty, bitter—endless and bizarre.
If others knew that someone could take pills to the point of nausea, they might die of envy. Who was he trying to show off to? Others would fight to the death for a single pill, but here was Lin Fan, almost vomiting from taking too many. Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan felt a tremor in his heart. What should he do?
If he didn’t take them, he would feel reluctant. These were all experience points, especially in such a dangerous time. If he didn’t boost his cultivation, he would feel uneasy.
No more words, he buried himself in taking pills. He had to break through the Ancestral Immortal realm and enter that even more mysterious state.
“Huh, what kind of pill is this? It only gives 10,000 experience points. What a waste,” Lin Fan looked at the low-grade pill in his hand with disdain, especially now that he felt like vomiting at the sight of pills. A mere 10,000 experience points? Not worth it.
Toss it!
A low-grade pill was thrown away by Lin Fan. He knew its effect—it only enhanced one’s talent.
For Lin Fan, prodigies were worthless, not even worth a penny. His own training skills could turn a fool into a prodigy, and without any side effects.
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that this low-grade pill drifted through layers of void and eventually landed in a small, dilapidated courtyard in a city, on a young boy dressed in rags, who was diligently cultivating.
If Lin Fan knew where the pill had ended up, he would have burst out laughing. Perhaps the opportunities and chance encounters with pills in some fantasy novels were all like this—someone like Lin Fan, too lazy to take them, casually throwing them away like trash, only to be picked up by some mediocre person.
…
Of course, Lin Fan couldn’t care less about that now. Even if he couldn’t take any more, he had to force himself. But some of these low-grade pills were useless, so he started picking out the mid-grade, high-grade, and supreme-grade pills.
Days and nights blurred together; Lin Fan had lost all sense of time.
He was completely immersed in the sound of experience points increasing.
One day, Lin Fan covered his mouth, truly unable to take any more. He felt nauseous, on the verge of vomiting.
“Ding, congratulations on leveling up.”
“Cultivation: Saint Immortal.”
At this moment, the system’s notification filled Lin Fan with excitement. Finally, he had broken through to become a Saint Immortal.
In an instant, Lin Fan felt as if he had merged with the heavens and the earth.
Saints never die, the Great Dao never ceases.
After becoming a Saint Immortal, his condition underwent a tremendous change. With every move, he could harness the power of heaven and earth, and within his body, a mysterious world gradually formed.
What slightly surprised Lin Fan was that after breaking through to Saint Immortal, the cultivation levels disappeared. There were no low, mid, or high tiers—only one level: Saint Immortal.
Lin Fan stood up, looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace with disgust, as if he had developed an aversion to pills.
But there was no other way. With so many pills, he had to take them. They were all experience points.
He needed to take a break, or he might become the first person in the world to be nauseated by pills.
If others knew of Lin Fan’s current predicament, they would surely spit out blood in anger. Beast, truly a beast. How could anyone be like this?
So many pills, and he said he was nauseated by them? They would risk their lives for a single pill.
Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan didn’t bother counting them. He simply stored them in his backpack to take later.
Now, in his backpack, there were accumulated divine materials for forging. Lin Fan needed to refine them all into immortal artifacts.
With a thought, mountains of forging materials flew into the Heaven and Earth Furnace.
“Forging.”
“Random forging.”
Buzz…
In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Furnace began to tremble, filled to the brim with these forging materials.
Others would forge with extreme caution, fearing that a single mistake would ruin everything. But for Lin Fan, forging was a wild process. He just threw all the materials in, and whatever came out was up to luck.
“With so many materials, if I can’t forge a divine artifact, I’d really be a dog,” Lin Fan thought, still greedy, fixated on forging divine artifacts.
The wonders of divine artifacts were clear to him—they possessed unfathomable powers.
For example, the “95 Red Brick” was the divine artifact Lin Fan was most satisfied with.
It had accompanied him through countless battles, achieving great feats.
The Heaven and Earth Furnace shook violently. All the materials inside were refined, then randomly combined, and who knew what would be forged.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a mid-grade immortal artifact, unnamed.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a high-grade immortal artifact, unnamed.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a supreme-grade immortal artifact, unnamed.”
…
The system notifications kept coming.
Lin Fan waited patiently. These supreme-grade and high-grade immortal artifacts didn’t impress him.
He was waiting to see if there would be any special divine artifacts, or even one-time-use items.
“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 good had come out.
The divine artifacts he currently possessed were forged from the simplest materials.
Especially now, with so many high-grade materials, was there really no chance at all?
But at that moment, a voice rang out, and Lin Fan’s brows relaxed, a smile spreading across his face.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a special item.”
A burst of light erupted.
Lin Fan was overjoyed. “It’s red, it’s really red!”
But when he saw the item, he was stunned. What the hell is this?
Are you kidding me?
…
Day and night had lost all meaning to Lin Fan—he no longer had any sense of time.
He had completely immersed himself in the constant notifications of experience gain.
One day, Lin Fan covered his mouth, unable to take another pill. He was nauseous and on the verge of vomiting.
“Ding! Congratulations on leveling up.”
“Status: 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 if he had merged with heaven and earth.
“Sages never die; the Dao never ends.”
After becoming a Holy Immortal, his condition changed dramatically. Every move he made could now draw upon the power of heaven and earth. Even within his body, a mysterious cosmic realm was gradually forming.
What slightly surprised Lin Fan was that after breaking through to Holy Immortal, the level classifications—early stage, middle stage, late stage—had all vanished. There was only one level now: Holy Immortal.
Half a month later.
In the endless void, a figure sat cross-legged, but with a completely bewildered expression.
Vomit!
“I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t take it anymore.” Lin Fan’s eyes were teary, and he was truly on the verge of breaking down. The constant consumption of pills had made him nauseous, and his mouth was filled with the taste of elixirs. At first, he was excited, full of boundless energy, but after half a month, he felt like he wanted to die.
“Damn it, who else can compare to me when it comes to vomiting from pill consumption?” Lin Fan was indignant. The sheer number of pills was overwhelming, and he was almost vomiting from taking them.
But he had no choice—these were all experience points, endless experience points.
His cultivation soared like a rocket, skyrocketing in no time.
High-level Ancestral Immortal.
Peak Ancestral Immortal.
…
In just half a month, he had reached such a level.
Now, he was on the verge of surpassing the Ancestral Immortal realm.
But the difficulty was immense. The experience gained from these pills was no longer as abundant as before, and his mouth was starting to go numb from taking them.
There were all sorts of flavors—sweet, salty, bitter, and everything in between.
If others knew that someone was taking pills to this extent, they might die of envy. Who was he trying to show off to? Others would fight to the death for a single pill, but here was Lin Fan, almost vomiting from taking them. Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan felt a tremor in his heart. What should he do?
If he didn’t take them, he would regret it—these were all experience points, especially in such a dangerous time. If he didn’t boost his cultivation, he would feel uneasy.
Without another word, he buried himself in pill consumption, determined to break through the Ancestral Immortal realm and enter a more profound state.
“Huh, what kind of crappy pill is this? It only gives 10,000 experience points. What a waste.” Lin Fan looked at the low-grade pill in his hand with disdain, especially now that he felt like vomiting at the sight of pills. A mere 10,000 experience points? Not worth it.
He tossed it away.
A low-grade pill was thrown out just like that. He knew its effect—it only enhanced one’s talent.
For Lin Fan, prodigies were worthless, not even worth a penny. His own training skills could turn a fool into a prodigy, and without any side effects.
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that this low-grade pill drifted through the void and eventually landed in a small, dilapidated courtyard in a city, where a shabbily dressed boy was diligently practicing.
If Lin Fan knew where the pill had ended up, he would have burst out laughing. Perhaps the serendipitous encounters in those fantasy novels, where someone stumbles upon a pill, were all because someone like Lin Fan couldn’t be bothered to take it and just tossed it away like trash, only for it to be picked up by some nobody.
…
Of course, Lin Fan couldn’t care less about that now. Even if he couldn’t stomach it, he had to keep taking the pills. However, some of these low-grade pills were useless, so he started picking out the mid-grade, high-grade, and supreme-grade pills instead.
Days and nights blurred together—Lin Fan had lost all sense of time.
He was completely immersed in the sound of experience points increasing.
One day, Lin Fan covered his mouth—he really couldn’t take it anymore. He felt nauseous, on the verge of vomiting.
“Ding, congratulations on leveling up.”
“Cultivation: Saint Immortal.”
At that moment, the system’s notification filled Lin Fan with excitement. Finally, he had broken through to the Saint Immortal realm.
In an instant, Lin Fan felt as if he had merged with the heavens and the earth.
The Saint does not die, and the Great Dao does not cease.
After becoming a Saint Immortal, his condition underwent a tremendous change. With every move, he could now harness the power of the heavens and the earth. Even within his body, a mysterious world began to form.
What slightly surprised Lin Fan was that after breaking through to the Saint Immortal realm, the cultivation levels disappeared. There were no more low, mid, or high tiers—only one level: Saint Immortal.
Lin Fan stood up, looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace with disgust, as if he had developed an aversion to elixirs.
But there was no choice—there were so many pills, and he had to take them. They were all experience points.
He needed to take a break, or he might become the first person in the world to be nauseated by elixirs.
If others knew about Lin Fan’s current predicament, they would surely spit blood. “Beast, what a beast! Is this even human?”
So many elixirs, and he was complaining about being nauseated from taking them? Others would risk their lives for a single pill.
Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan didn’t bother counting them. He simply stored them in his inventory to take later.
Now, with all the divine crafting materials accumulated in his inventory, Lin Fan felt it necessary to forge them all into immortal artifacts.
With a thought, mountains of crafting materials flew into the Heaven and Earth Furnace.
“Forging.”
“Random forging.”
Buzz…
In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Furnace began to tremble, filled to the brim with crafting materials.
Others would forge with extreme caution, fearing that a single mistake would ruin everything. But for Lin Fan, forging was a wild process—he just threw all the materials in, and whatever came out was up to luck.
“With so many materials, if I can’t forge even one divine artifact, I’d really be a dog.”
Lin Fan was still greedy, hoping to forge a divine artifact.
The wonders of divine artifacts were clear to him—they possessed unfathomable powers.
For example, the “95 Red Brick” was the divine artifact Lin Fan was most satisfied with.
It had accompanied him through countless battles, achieving great feats.
The Heaven and Earth Furnace shook violently as all the materials inside were melted down and randomly combined, unsure of what would be forged.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a mid-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a high-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a supreme-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
…
The system notifications kept coming.
Lin Fan waited patiently, not caring much about these supreme-grade or high-grade immortal artifacts.
He was waiting to see if there would be any special divine artifacts, or even one-time-use items.
“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 good had come out.
The divine artifacts he currently possessed were forged from the simplest materials.
Especially now, with so many high-grade materials, was there really no chance at all?
But at that moment, a voice rang out, and Lin Fan’s frown eased, replaced by a smile.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a special item.”
A burst of light erupted.
Lin Fan was overjoyed. “It’s a red! It’s really a red!”
But when he saw the item, he was stunned. “What the hell is this? Are you kidding me?”
…
Half a month later.
In the endless void, a figure sat cross-legged, but with a completely bewildered expression.
Vomit!
“I can’t take it anymore, really can’t take it anymore.” Lin Fan’s eyes were teary; he was truly on the verge of breaking down. The constant consumption of pills had made him nauseous, his mouth filled with the taste of elixirs. Initially, he was excited and full of boundless energy, but after half a month, he felt like he wanted to die.
“Damn it, who else can compare to me in this pill-consuming madness?” Lin Fan was indignant. The sheer number of pills was overwhelming, and he was on the brink of vomiting from overconsumption.
But he had no choice; these were all experience points, an endless stream of experience.
His cultivation soared like a rocket, skyrocketing rapidly.
High-level Ancestral Immortal.
Perfect Ancestral Immortal Realm.
…
In just half a month, he had reached such heights.
Now, he was on the verge of surpassing the Ancestral Immortal Realm.
But the difficulty was immense. The experience gained from these pills was no longer as substantial as before, and his mouth had started to go numb from the constant consumption.
The flavors were varied—sweet, salty, bitter, and all sorts of strange tastes.
If others knew that someone could consume pills to this extent, they might die of envy. While others would fight to the death for a single pill, Lin Fan was on the verge of vomiting from overconsumption. Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan’s heart trembled. What should he do?
If he didn’t consume them, he would feel regretful; these were all experience points, especially in such dangerous times. If he didn’t boost his cultivation, he would feel uneasy.
Without further ado, he buried himself in pill consumption, determined to break through the Ancestral Immortal Realm and enter a more profound state.
“Huh, what kind of pill is this? It only gives 10,000 experience points. What a waste.” Lin Fan looked at the low-grade pill in his hand with disdain, especially now that he felt like vomiting at the sight of pills. A mere 10,000 experience points wasn’t worth it.
Toss it!
A low-grade pill was casually thrown away by Lin Fan. He knew its effect—it merely enhanced one’s talent.
For Lin Fan, geniuses were worthless, not even worth a penny. His own training skills could turn a fool into a genius without any side effects.
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that this low-grade pill drifted through layers of void and eventually landed in a dilapidated courtyard in a city, on a young boy who was diligently practicing despite his tattered clothes.
If Lin Fan knew where the pill had ended up, he would have burst out laughing. Perhaps the opportunities described in some fantasy novels, where one stumbles upon a pill, were all due to someone like Lin Fan, who casually tossed them away like trash, only to be picked up by the so-called “trash” characters.
…
Of course, Lin Fan couldn’t care less now. Even if he couldn’t stomach it, he had to keep consuming. However, some of these low-grade pills were useless, so he started picking out the mid-grade, high-grade, and supreme-grade pills.
Day and night had lost meaning for Lin Fan.
He was completely immersed in the sound of experience notifications.
One day, Lin Fan covered his mouth, truly unable to consume any more. He felt nauseous, on the verge of vomiting.
“Ding, congratulations on leveling up.”
“Cultivation: Saint Immortal.”
At this moment, the system’s notification filled Lin Fan with excitement. Finally, he had broken through to the Saint Immortal Realm.
In an instant, Lin Fan felt as if he had merged with the heavens and the earth.
As long as the saint lives, the great path continues.
After becoming a Saint Immortal, his condition underwent a significant change. With every move, he could harness the power of heaven and earth, and within his body, a mysterious world gradually formed.
What slightly surprised Lin Fan was that after breaking through to the Saint Immortal Realm, the cultivation levels disappeared. There were no more low, mid, or high stages—only one level: Saint Immortal.
Lin Fan stood up, looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace with disgust, as if he had developed an aversion to elixirs.
But there was no other way. With so many pills, he had to consume them; they were all experience points.
He needed to take a break, or he might become the first person in the world to be nauseated by elixirs.
If others knew of Lin Fan’s current predicament, they would surely spit blood. “Beast, truly a beast! Is this even human?”
With so many elixirs, he claimed to be nauseated by them, while others would risk their lives for a single pill.
Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan didn’t bother counting them. He simply stored them in his backpack to consume later.
Now, with all the divine crafting materials accumulated in his backpack, Lin Fan felt it necessary to forge them all into immortal artifacts.
With a thought, mountains of crafting materials flew into the Heaven and Earth Furnace.
“Forging.”
“Random crafting.”
Buzz…
In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Furnace began to tremble, filled to the brim with crafting materials.
Others would craft with extreme caution, fearing that a single mistake would ruin everything. But for Lin Fan, forging was a wild process—he simply threw all the materials in, and whatever came out was up to luck.
“With so many materials, if I can’t forge a divine artifact, I’d be a real dog.”
Lin Fan was still greedy, fixated on crafting divine artifacts.
The wonders of divine artifacts were clear to him—they possessed unfathomable powers.
For example, the “Nine-Five Red Brick” was the most satisfying divine artifact Lin Fan had crafted.
It had accompanied him through countless battles, achieving great feats.
The Heaven and Earth Furnace shook violently as all the materials inside were melted down and randomly combined, uncertain of what would emerge.
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a mid-grade immortal artifact. It has yet to be named.”
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a high-grade immortal artifact. It has yet to be named.”
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a supreme-grade immortal artifact. It has yet to be named.”
…
The system notifications kept coming.
Lin Fan waited patiently, unimpressed by these supreme-grade or high-grade immortal artifacts.
He was waiting to see if any special divine artifacts would appear, or even one-time-use items.
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a low-grade immortal artifact.”
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a mid-grade immortal artifact.”
…
Lin Fan grew increasingly disappointed. It seemed like nothing good was coming out.
The divine artifacts he currently possessed were crafted from the simplest materials.
Especially now, with so many high-grade materials, was there really no chance at all?
But at that moment, a voice rang out, and Lin Fan’s brows relaxed, a smile spreading across his face.
“Ding, congratulations on crafting a special item.”
A burst of light erupted.
Lin Fan was overjoyed. “It’s a red! It’s really a red!”
But when he saw the item, he was stunned. “What the hell is this? Are you kidding me?”
…
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 by Immortal Pills.
If others found out about Lin Fan’s current predicament, they would probably spit out blood in rage. What a beast, truly a beast. Was this even human?
So many Immortal Pills, and he actually got sick of taking them? Others would risk their lives just for one.
Half a month later.
In the endless void, a figure sat cross-legged, but with a completely bewildered expression.
“Ugh!”
“I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t,” Lin Fan muttered, tears welling up in his eyes. He was on the verge of breaking down. The constant consumption of pills had made him nauseous, and his mouth was filled with the taste of elixirs. At first, he had been excited, full of boundless energy, but after half a month, he felt like he wanted to die.
“Damn it, who else can compare to me? Even taking pills makes me sick,” Lin Fan thought, feeling a mix of frustration and pride. The sheer number of pills was overwhelming, and he was on the verge of vomiting.
But he couldn’t stop. These pills were experience points, endless experience points.
His cultivation soared like a rocket, skyrocketing in a matter of days.
High-level Ancestral Immortal.
Peak Ancestral Immortal.
…
In just half a month, he had reached such heights.
Now, he was on the verge of surpassing the Ancestral Immortal realm.
But the difficulty was immense. The experience gained from these pills was no longer as substantial as before, and his mouth was starting to go numb from the constant consumption.
The pills came in all sorts of flavors—sweet, salty, bitter, and everything in between.
If others knew that someone could take pills to the point of nausea, they would probably die of envy. People would fight to the death for a single pill, and here Lin Fan was, almost vomiting from taking too many. Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan felt a pang of uncertainty. What should he do?
If he didn’t take them, he would regret it. These were experience points, especially in such dangerous times. If he didn’t boost his cultivation, he would feel uneasy.
Without another word, he buried himself in taking pills. He had to break through the Ancestral Immortal realm and enter a more profound state.
“Huh? What kind of pill is this? It only gives 10,000 experience points. What a waste,” Lin Fan said, looking at the low-grade pill in his hand with disdain. Especially now, when even the sight of pills made him want to vomit, a mere 10,000 experience points wasn’t worth it.
He tossed it away.
A low-grade pill was thrown out by Lin Fan, and he knew its effect—it only improved one’s talent.
For Lin Fan, geniuses were worthless, not even worth a penny. His own training skills could turn a fool into a genius without any side effects.
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that this low-grade pill drifted through the void and eventually landed in a small, dilapidated courtyard in a city, where a young boy in tattered clothes was diligently practicing.
If Lin Fan knew where the pill had ended up, he would have burst out laughing. Perhaps the serendipitous encounters in fantasy novels, where people stumble upon pills, were all because someone like Lin Fan had casually tossed them away like trash, only for them to be picked up by some underdog.
…
Of course, Lin Fan couldn’t care less about that now. Even if he couldn’t stomach it, he had to keep taking the pills. However, some of the low-grade pills were useless, so he started picking out the mid-grade, high-grade, and even supreme-grade pills.
Days and nights blurred together for Lin Fan. He had completely lost track of time.
He was now fully immersed in the sound of experience points increasing.
One day, Lin Fan covered his mouth. He really couldn’t take it anymore. He felt nauseous, on the verge of vomiting.
“Ding, congratulations on leveling up.”
“Cultivation: Saint Immortal.”
At that moment, the system’s notification filled Lin Fan with excitement. Finally, he had broken through to the Saint Immortal realm.
In an instant, Lin Fan felt as if he had merged with the heavens and the earth.
As long as the Saint exists, the Great Dao will never cease.
After becoming a Saint Immortal, his condition underwent a tremendous change. With every move, he could now harness the power of heaven and earth. Even within his body, a mysterious world began to form.
What slightly surprised Lin Fan was that after breaking through to the Saint Immortal realm, the cultivation levels disappeared. There were no more low, mid, or high stages—only one level: Saint Immortal.
Lin Fan stood up, looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace with disgust, as if he had developed an aversion to elixirs.
But there was no other way. With so many pills, he had to keep taking them. They were all experience points.
He needed to take a break, or else he might become the first person in history to be nauseated by elixirs.
If others knew about Lin Fan’s current predicament, they would probably spit out blood in frustration. “What a beast! Is this even human?”
So many elixirs, and he’s complaining about being nauseated? People would risk their lives for just one of those pills.
Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan didn’t bother counting them. He simply stored them all in his inventory to take later.
Now, with all the divine crafting materials accumulated in his inventory, Lin Fan felt it was necessary to refine them all into immortal artifacts.
With a thought, mountains of crafting materials flew into the Heaven and Earth Furnace.
“Refine.”
“Random refinement.”
Buzz…
In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Furnace began to tremble, filled to the brim with crafting materials.
Others would be cautious when refining, fearing that a single mistake could ruin everything. But for Lin Fan, refining was a wild process. He just threw all the materials in, and whatever came out was up to luck.
“With so many materials, if I can’t refine at least one divine artifact, I’ll be damned.”
Lin Fan was still greedy, hoping to craft a divine artifact.
The wonders of divine artifacts were clear to him—they possessed unfathomable powers.
For example, the “95 Red Brick” was the most satisfying divine artifact Lin Fan had ever crafted.
It had accompanied him through countless battles, achieving great feats.
The Heaven and Earth Furnace shook violently as all the materials inside were refined, randomly combining to create who knows what.
“Ding, congratulations on refining a mid-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
“Ding, congratulations on refining a high-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
“Ding, congratulations on refining a supreme-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
…
The system notifications kept coming.
Lin Fan waited patiently. These supreme-grade and high-grade immortal artifacts didn’t impress him.
He was waiting to see if a special divine artifact would appear, or even a one-time-use item.
“Ding, congratulations on refining a low-grade immortal artifact.”
“Ding, congratulations on refining a mid-grade immortal artifact.”
…
Lin Fan grew increasingly disappointed. It seemed like nothing good was coming out.
The divine artifacts he currently possessed were crafted from the simplest materials.
Especially now, with so many high-grade materials, was he really not going to get anything special?
But at that moment, a voice rang out, and Lin Fan’s frown turned into a smile.
“Ding, congratulations on refining a special item.”
A burst of light erupted.
Lin Fan was overjoyed. “It’s a red! It’s really a red!”
But when he saw the item, he was stunned. “What the hell is this? Are you kidding me?”
…
Now, inside his backpack, a collection of divine materials for forging weapons had accumulated. Lin Fan decided it was time to forge them all into Immortal Weapons.
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 vibrate violently. The furnace was already packed full of divine materials.
Others would forge with extreme caution, fearing failure and losing everything. But for Lin Fan, forging was a wild and reckless process—just throw everything in and see what luck brings.
“With so many materials, if I can’t forge at least one Divine Weapon, I really will be cursed.”
Lin Fan was greedy. He was hoping for Divine Weapons.
He had seen the power of Divine Weapons—they possessed unfathomable might.
Take the “Nine-Five Red Brick,” for example. It was the Divine Weapon Lin Fan was most satisfied with. It had accompanied him through countless battles, achieving great feats.
The Celestial Furnace trembled 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 Weapon. It has not been named yet.”
“Ding! Congratulations on forging a high-grade Immortal Weapon. It has not been named yet.”
Half a month later.
In the endless void, a figure sat cross-legged, but with a completely bewildered expression.
Vomit!
“I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t take it anymore.” Lin Fan’s eyes were filled with tears, and he was truly on the verge of breaking down. The pills he had been consuming had made him nauseous, and his mouth was filled with the taste of elixirs. At first, he had been excited, full of boundless energy, but after half a month, he felt like he wanted to die.
“Damn it, who else can compare to me? Even taking pills makes me sick,” Lin Fan thought, feeling indignant. The sheer number of pills was overwhelming, and he was almost at the point of vomiting.
But he had no choice but to keep taking them—these were all experience points, endless experience points.
His cultivation soared like a rocket, skyrocketing in no time.
High-level Ancestral Immortal.
Great Perfection of Ancestral Immortal.
…
In just half a month, he had reached such a level.
Now, he was on the verge of surpassing the Ancestral Immortal realm.
But the difficulty was immense. The experience gained from these pills was no longer as abundant as before, and his mouth had started to go numb from taking them.
The flavors were endless—sweet, salty, bitter, and all sorts of strange tastes.
If others knew that someone was taking pills to this extent, they might die of envy. Who was he trying to show off to? Others would fight to the death for a single pill, but here was Lin Fan, almost vomiting from taking too many. Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan felt a tremor in his heart. What should he do?
If he didn’t take them, he would feel regretful—these were all experience points, especially in such dangerous times. If he didn’t improve his cultivation, he would feel uneasy.
Without another word, he buried himself in taking pills, determined to break through the Ancestral Immortal realm and enter a more profound state.
“Huh, what kind of crappy pill is this? It only gives 10,000 experience points. What a waste,” Lin Fan looked at the low-grade pill in his hand with disdain, especially now that he felt like vomiting at the sight of pills. A mere 10,000 experience points? Not worth it.
He tossed it away!
A low-grade pill was thrown aside by Lin Fan, and he knew its effect—it only improved one’s talent.
For Lin Fan, prodigies were worthless, not even worth a penny. His own training skills could turn a fool into a prodigy, and without any side effects.
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that this low-grade pill drifted through layers of void and eventually landed in a small, dilapidated courtyard in a city, where a shabbily dressed young man was diligently cultivating.
If Lin Fan knew where the pill had ended up, he would have burst out laughing. Perhaps the opportunities described in some fantasy novels, where someone stumbles upon a pill, were all because people like Lin Fan got tired of taking them and casually threw them away, only for them to be picked up by some underdog.
…
Of course, Lin Fan couldn’t care less about that now. Even if he couldn’t take any more, he had to force himself. However, some of these low-grade pills were useless, so he started picking out the mid-grade, high-grade, and supreme-grade pills.
Days and nights blurred together for Lin Fan, who had lost all sense of time.
He was completely immersed in the sound of experience points increasing.
One day, Lin Fan covered his mouth, truly unable to take any more. He felt nauseous, on the verge of vomiting.
“Ding, congratulations on leveling up.”
“Cultivation: Saint Immortal.”
At this moment, the system’s notification filled Lin Fan with excitement. Finally, he had broken through to the Saint Immortal realm.
In an instant, Lin Fan felt as if he had merged with the heavens and the earth.
The Saint does not die, and the Great Dao does not cease.
After becoming a Saint Immortal, his condition underwent a tremendous change. With every move, he could now harness the power of the heavens and the earth, and within his body, a mysterious world gradually began to form.
What slightly surprised Lin Fan was that after breaking through to the Saint Immortal realm, the cultivation levels disappeared. There were no more low, mid, or high stages—only one level remained: Saint Immortal.
Lin Fan stood up, looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace with disgust, as if he had developed an aversion to pills.
But there was no other choice. With so many pills, he had to keep taking them—they were all experience points.
He needed to take a break, or else he might become the first person in the world to be sickened by pills.
If others knew about Lin Fan’s current predicament, they would surely spit blood in anger. What kind of person was he? To be nauseated by so many pills—others would risk their lives for just one.
Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan didn’t bother counting them. He simply stored them in his backpack to take later.
Now, in his backpack, there were accumulated divine materials for forging. Lin Fan felt it was necessary to refine them all into immortal artifacts.
With a thought, mountains of forging materials flew into the Heaven and Earth Furnace.
“Forging.”
“Random forging.”
Buzz…
In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Furnace began to tremble, filled to the brim with these divine materials.
Others would forge with extreme caution, fearing that a single mistake would ruin everything. But for Lin Fan, forging was a wild process—he simply threw all the materials in, and whatever came out was up to luck.
“With so many materials, if I can’t forge a divine artifact, I’d really be a failure,” Lin Fan thought, still greedy, hoping to forge a divine artifact.
The wonders of divine artifacts were clear to him—they possessed unfathomable powers.
For example, the “95 Red Brick” was the divine artifact Lin Fan was most satisfied with.
It had accompanied him through countless battles, achieving great feats.
The Heaven and Earth Furnace shook violently, and all the materials inside were refined, randomly combining to form who-knows-what.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a mid-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a high-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a supreme-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
…
The system notifications kept coming.
Lin Fan waited patiently, not caring much for these supreme-grade or high-grade immortal artifacts.
He was waiting to see if a special divine artifact would appear, 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 good had come out.
The divine artifacts he currently possessed were forged from the simplest materials.
Especially now, with so many high-grade materials, was there really no chance at all?
But at that moment, a sound came, and Lin Fan’s frown relaxed, a smile spreading across his face.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a special item.”
A burst of light erupted.
Lin Fan was overjoyed. “It’s a red! It’s really a red!”
But when he saw the item, he was stunned. What the hell was this?
Are you kidding me?
…
…
System notifications kept popping up.
Half a month later.
In the endless void, a figure sat cross-legged, but with a completely bewildered expression.
Vomit!
“I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t take it anymore.” Lin Fan’s eyes were teary; he was truly on the verge of breaking. The constant consumption of pills had made him nauseous, and his mouth was filled with the taste of elixirs. At first, he had been excited, full of boundless energy, but after half a month, he felt like he wanted to die.
“Damn it, who else can compare to me in this? Even taking pills makes me sick,” Lin Fan thought, feeling indignant. The sheer number of pills was overwhelming, and he was almost vomiting from it all.
But he had no choice—these were all experience points, endless experience points.
His cultivation soared like a rocket, skyrocketing in an instant.
High-level Ancestral Immortal.
Peak Ancestral Immortal.
…
In just half a month, he had reached such a level.
Now, he was on the verge of surpassing the Ancestral Immortal realm.
But the difficulty was immense. The experience gained from these pills was no longer as substantial as before, and his mouth was starting to go numb from the constant consumption.
The flavors were endless—sweet, salty, bitter, and all sorts of strange tastes.
If others knew that someone could take pills to the point of nausea, they might die of envy. Who was he trying to show off to? Others would fight to the death for a single pill, yet here was Lin Fan, almost vomiting from the sheer number of pills he had consumed. Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan’s heart trembled. What should he do?
If he didn’t take them, he would regret it—these were all experience points, especially in such a dangerous time. If he didn’t raise his cultivation, he would feel uneasy.
Without another word, he buried himself in taking pills. He had to break through the Ancestral Immortal realm and enter that more profound state.
“Huh, what kind of crappy pill is this? It only gives 10,000 experience points. What a waste,” Lin Fan muttered, looking at the low-grade pill in his hand with disdain. Especially now, when even the sight of pills made him want to vomit, a mere 10,000 experience points wasn’t worth it.
Toss it!
A low-grade pill was casually thrown away by Lin Fan. He knew its effect—it merely enhanced one’s talent.
For Lin Fan, geniuses were worthless, not even worth a penny. His own training skills could turn a fool into a genius, and without any side effects.
What Lin Fan didn’t know was that this low-grade pill drifted through layers of void and eventually landed in a small, dilapidated courtyard in a city, where a young boy in tattered clothes was diligently practicing.
If Lin Fan knew where the pill had ended up, he would have burst out laughing. Perhaps the opportunities described in some fantasy novels, where a pill is casually discarded and picked up by a nobody, were all because of people like Lin Fan, who were too lazy to take them and just threw them away like trash, only for them to be found by some underdog.
…
Of course, Lin Fan couldn’t care less about that now. Even if he couldn’t stomach it, he had to keep taking the pills. However, some of the low-grade pills were useless, so he started picking out the mid-grade, high-grade, and supreme-grade pills.
Days and nights blurred together; time had lost all meaning for Lin Fan.
He was completely immersed in the sound of experience notifications.
One day, Lin Fan covered his mouth, truly unable to take any more. He felt nauseous, on the verge of vomiting.
“Ding, congratulations on leveling up.”
“Cultivation: Saint Immortal.”
At that moment, the system’s notification filled Lin Fan with excitement. Finally, he had broken through to the Saint Immortal realm.
In an instant, Lin Fan felt as if he had merged with the heavens and the earth.
Saints never die; the Great Dao never ceases.
After becoming a Saint Immortal, his condition underwent a tremendous change. With every move, he could harness the power of heaven and earth, and within his body, a mysterious world began to form.
What slightly surprised Lin Fan was that after breaking through to the Saint Immortal realm, the cultivation levels disappeared. There were no low, mid, or high stages—only one level: Saint Immortal.
Lin Fan stood up, looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace with disgust, as if he had developed an aversion to elixirs.
But there was no way around it. With so many pills, he had to keep taking them—they were all experience points.
He needed to take a break, or else he might become the first person in history to be nauseated by elixirs.
If others knew of Lin Fan’s current predicament, they would surely spit blood. “What a beast! Is this even human?”
So many elixirs, and he was complaining about being nauseated by them? Others would risk their lives for just one pill.
Looking at the pills in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, Lin Fan didn’t bother counting them. He simply stored them in his backpack to take later.
Now, in his backpack, there were accumulated divine materials for forging. Lin Fan needed to refine them all into immortal artifacts.
With a thought, mountains of forging materials flew into the Heaven and Earth Furnace.
“Forging.”
“Random forging.”
Buzz…
In an instant, the Heaven and Earth Furnace began to tremble, filled to the brim with forging materials.
Others would forge with extreme caution, fearing that a single mistake would ruin everything. But for Lin Fan, forging was a wild process—he just threw all the materials in, and whatever came out was up to luck.
“With so many materials, if I can’t forge a divine artifact, I’d really be a failure,” Lin Fan thought, still greedy, hoping to forge a divine artifact.
The wonders of divine artifacts were clear to him—they possessed unfathomable powers.
For example, the “95 Red Brick” was the divine artifact Lin Fan was most satisfied with.
It had accompanied him through countless battles, achieving great feats.
The Heaven and Earth Furnace shook violently as all the materials inside were refined, randomly combining to create who knows what.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a mid-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a high-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
“Ding, congratulations on forging a supreme-grade immortal artifact. It has not been named yet.”
…
The system notifications kept coming.
Lin Fan waited patiently, not caring much for these supreme-grade or high-grade immortal artifacts.
He was waiting to see if a special divine artifact would appear, 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 good had come out.
The divine artifacts he currently possessed were forged from the simplest materials.
Especially now, with so many high-grade materials, was there really no chance at all?
But at that moment, a notification came, and Lin Fan’s frown relaxed, a smile spreading across his face.
“Ding, congratulations on forging a special item.”
A burst of light erupted.
Lin Fan was overjoyed. “It’s a red! It’s really a red!”
But when he saw the item, he was stunned. “What the hell is this? Are you kidding me?”
…
He was hoping for something special—perhaps even a one-time-use item.
“Ding! Congratulations on forging a low-grade Immortal Weapon.”
“Ding! Congratulations on forging a mid-grade Immortal Weapon.”
…
Lin Fan grew increasingly disappointed. It seemed like nothing good had come out of this.
He had forged his previous Divine Weapons from the simplest of materials.
Now, with so many high-quality materials, was there really no chance at all?
Just then, a new sound came through, and Lin Fan’s frown eased, replaced by a grin.
“Ding! Congratulations on forging a special item.”
A burst of light erupted.
Lin Fan was overjoyed. “Struck gold! I really struck gold!”
But when he saw the item, Lin Fan froze in shock. What the hell was this?
Are you kidding me?
Tai Sui Yellow Amulet Paper FuLu Taoist Love Talisman Traditional Chinese Spiritual Charm Attracting Love Protecting Marriage