Chapter 931: I Told You Not to Mess with Me

The pharmacy that Lin Fan had taken over was obscure and unremarkable in Litian City, seldom visited by anyone. The previous owner had lacked capability and failed to acquire rare and miraculous pills, so naturally, many cultivators had stopped coming.

Lin Fan didn’t care at all about the lack of business. As long as the Saint’s injuries recovered, he would leave immediately.

Staying here also served as a temporary refuge, allowing the supreme experts to shift their attention elsewhere and stop relentlessly pursuing him.

After drifting for so long, Lin Fan also wanted to rest and recuperate properly.

At this moment, a commotion erupted outside. Numerous imperial guards were mobilized throughout the city, seemingly searching for someone.

However, all of this meant nothing to Lin Fan, who paid it no mind whatsoever.

Just then, barking echoed from outside.

“Woof! Woof!”

Lin Fan looked up and saw the child from before, but this time accompanied by a middle-aged man.

The man appeared ordinary, yet carried the faint aura of Lin Fan’s pill—clearly the child’s father.

“Dad, this pill was given to me by him,” the child pointed at Lin Fan.

With his father recovered, the child naturally felt immense gratitude and his impression of Lin Fan instantly improved, bordering on admiration.

The middle-aged man himself was at the second Heaven-stage in cultivation, possessing some experience and insight.

At first glance, he noticed that this benefactor before him had completely suppressed his aura, showing no fluctuations, appearing just like an ordinary person. Yet, to the middle-aged man, anyone who mistook Lin Fan for ordinary would truly be blind.

That single miraculous pill he had seen was the most extraordinary he had ever encountered.

Even the most precious divine pills couldn’t instantly heal his wounds.

The injury had plagued him for years, causing constant pain from relentless internal damage. He had sought countless medicinal pills, but most only numbed the pain without removing the root cause.

With a thud!

“Thank you, benefactor, for saving my life! I, Yang Wantian, am forever grateful and willing to serve you loyally for saving my life!” Yang Wantian said gratefully.

Sitting there, Lin Fan gently raised his brow, “This place lacks a cleaner. You and your child may stay.”

Lin Fan wouldn’t be leaving soon, so naturally, he needed a servant. Exchanging one pill for free labor was a bargain he was more than willing to accept, especially since Yang Wantian would likely be more than happy to agree.

“Thank you, master! Thank you, master! This is my son, Yang Zhihang,” Yang Wantian said.

“Yang Zhihang?” Lin Fan slightly furrowed his brows, feeling the name was somewhat unimpressive.

“Master, is there something wrong with the name?” Yang Wantian sensed the unfathomable mystery radiating from his new master.

“Not necessarily wrong, just feels too plain,” Lin Fan replied.

“Please, master, bestow a new name upon my son,” Yang Wantian requested.

“Fine then. From now on, he shall be called Yang Batian. A name that exudes dominance, one that conquers all under heaven.”

Lin Fan said this casually, but to Yang Wantian, it was like a thunderclap.

This name… would he survive saying it out loud?

But now that the master had bestowed it, he naturally had to accept.

“Master, this name is excellent,” Yang Wantian quickly replied.

“Dad, I still prefer ‘Zhihang’ more,” the child innocently said.

“No, ‘Batian’ is better,” Yang Wantian, though personally preferring the original, naturally had to obey his master’s will now that he had sworn loyalty.

“You two can start cleaning. Don’t disturb me unless necessary,” Lin Fan then said, returning to his silence.

“Yes, master,” Yang Wantian nodded and quietly began working.

To Yang Wantian, this master-apprentice ceremony seemed unusually brief—just a few sentences and it was settled. It had all happened so quickly.

A few days later.

Yang Wantian felt the shop couldn’t continue like this—no business at all for days. As a servant, he naturally felt anxious.

Wanting to repay his benefactor, he couldn’t bear to see the shop remain so desolate.

“Master, business has been poor. I think we should acquire some better pills,” Yang Wantian cautiously suggested.

“No need. This is fine. Oh, and your clothes are quite old. Buy some new ones,” Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, revealing ten thousand Saint Sun Pills on the table.

Saint Sun Pills were the standard currency now—ten thousand of them was no small sum.

The pharmacy that Lin Fan had taken over was quite inconspicuous in Litian City, with very few customers. The main reason was that the previous owner lacked the capability to obtain any miraculous elixirs, so naturally, many cultivators didn’t bother to visit.

Lin Fan didn’t care much about whether there was any business. As long as the Great Sage recovered from his injuries, he would leave this place immediately.

At the same time, staying here allowed him to lay low for a while, giving the supreme experts something else to focus on, so they wouldn’t keep targeting him.

Having wandered for so long, Lin Fan actually felt like taking a good rest.

At that moment, there was a commotion outside. Many imperial guards were moving throughout the city, seemingly searching for someone.

However, Lin Fan paid no attention to this.

Just then, the sound of a dog barking was heard.

“Woof, woof!”

Lin Fan looked up and saw that it was the child from before, but this time, the child was accompanied by a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked ordinary, but Lin Fan could sense the aura of the elixir he had given earlier. Clearly, this was the child’s father.

“Dad, he’s the one who gave me the elixir,” the child pointed at Lin Fan and said.

Now that his father had recovered, the child was extremely grateful, and his impression of Lin Fan had instantly improved, even to the point of admiration.

The middle-aged man himself was at the second level of the Divine Heaven Realm, so he had some insight.

When he looked at Lin Fan, he noticed that the benefactor’s aura was completely restrained, with no fluctuations, just like an ordinary person. But for the middle-aged man, if he were to treat Lin Fan as an ordinary person, he would be truly blind.

The elixir Lin Fan had given was the most miraculous one the middle-aged man had ever seen.

Even the most precious elixirs couldn’t instantly heal the injuries that had plagued him for years. The pain had been tormenting him day and night, and he had tried countless elixirs, but most of them only alleviated the pain without curing it.

Thud!

“Thank you, benefactor, for saving my life. I, Yang Wantian, am eternally grateful. I am willing to serve you in any way to repay your kindness,” Yang Wantian said with deep gratitude.

Lin Fan, sitting there, raised an eyebrow slightly. “This place needs someone to sweep the floor. You and your child can stay.”

Lin Fan wouldn’t be here for a short time, so he naturally needed a servant. Exchanging a single elixir for free labor was a good deal, and besides, Yang Wantian would probably be very willing.

“Thank you, master. Thank you, master. This is my child, Yang Zhixing,” Yang Wantian said.

“Yang Zhixing?” Lin Fan frowned slightly, feeling that the name was rather ordinary.

“Master, is there something wrong?” Yang Wantian felt that the master before him was mysterious and unfathomable, with an indescribable aura.

“Nothing wrong, just that the name feels too common,” Lin Fan said.

“I beg the master to bestow a name upon my child,” Yang Wantian said.

“Alright, from now on, he shall be called Yang Batian. This name is domineering, fit to conquer the heavens,” Lin Fan said nonchalantly.

But to Yang Wantian, this name was shocking. Yang Batian? Wouldn’t he get beaten to death if he introduced himself with that name?

But since it was the master’s decree, he had to accept it.

“Master, this name is excellent,” Yang Wantian quickly said.

“Dad, I still think Zhixing sounds better,” the child said innocently.

“No, Batian is better,” Yang Wantian said, though he still preferred Zhixing. But now that he had acknowledged the master, he had to follow the master’s will.

“You can start sweeping the floor. Don’t disturb me unless necessary,” Lin Fan said, then went back to his idle state.

“Yes,” Yang Wantian nodded and began to work silently.

For Yang Wantian, the ceremony of acknowledging the master seemed too simple. It was settled with just a few words, too quickly.

A few days later.

Yang Wantian felt that the shop couldn’t continue like this. There had been no business for days, and as a servant, he couldn’t help but feel anxious.

He wanted to repay the master’s kindness, so he didn’t want the shop to remain so deserted.

“Master, the shop’s business isn’t doing well. I think we should acquire some better elixirs,” Yang Wantian took the opportunity to whisper.

“No need, it’s fine as it is. By the way, your clothes are a bit old. Buy some new ones,” Lin Fan flicked his sleeve, and 100,000 Holy Sun Pills landed on the table.

Holy Sun Pills were the common currency, and 100,000 was no small amount.

They were condensed by powerful cultivators who absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

For an ordinary family, 10,000 Holy Sun Pills would be enough to live on for a year.

But for cultivators, 100,000 Holy Sun Pills were just a drop in the bucket.

“Thank you, master,” Yang Wantian said immediately.

A few days later, Lin Fan would go to the cave every day to check on the Great Sage.

At this moment, the Great Sage was glowing with golden light, and vast waves of power filled the void. The destructive force within his body surged, trying to take advantage of the situation to turn the tide.

The two forces were in a stalemate, but Lin Fan could clearly see that the thunderous destructive force was gradually diminishing. It wouldn’t be long before it was completely eradicated.

The Thunder Clan’s ancestor had struck with all his power, and the fact that the Great Sage was still alive was already a stroke of immense luck.

After all, the Great Sage didn’t have a body as strong as Lin Fan’s.

On this day, the shop remained quiet, but suddenly, a large group of guards surrounded Lin Fan’s store.

“We’ve finally found you.”

The leader, a man of imposing authority, looked at Lin Fan with anger in his eyes. Beside him was none other than Shang Qingcheng, whom Lin Fan had previously humiliated.

They had been searching for Lin Fan for days, and now that they had found him, they were naturally excited.

But they knew this man was powerful, so they had brought many experts with them.

“You…” Yang Wantian frowned at the sight of the guards and immediately stood in front of the shop’s entrance.

“Step aside,” Lin Fan said softly.

Lin Fan didn’t take this situation seriously at all. To him, these people were just ants coming to cause trouble.

Yang Wantian looked at Lin Fan and eventually nodded, stepping aside.

“Gentlemen, this is the man. You must capture him,” the crown prince said sternly.

“Yes,” the experts nodded, then looked at Lin Fan. They didn’t take this young man seriously at all. In their eyes, even if he had some strength, they could easily suppress him together.

Shang Qingcheng, on the other hand, glared at Lin Fan with fury. “You scoundrel, I will make you suffer.”

“Ah…”

Lin Fan sighed and put down the small object in his hand.

“Divine Heaven Realm, seventh level.”

“Divine Heaven Realm, eighth level.”

“Divine Heaven Realm, ninth level.”

“Is this all you’ve got? I told you not to provoke me, or you’d face the consequences.”

At this moment, Lin Fan stood up, and his calm demeanor made the experts’ hearts tremble.

To them, the young man before them felt like a mountain pressing down on them.

To an average household, ten thousand Saint Sun Pills could sustain a family for a year.

But to cultivators, ten thousand was just pocket change.

“Thank you, master!” Yang Wantian immediately replied.

A few days later, Lin Fan would visit the hidden realm daily to check on the Saint.

At this moment, the Saint radiated golden light, waves of mighty energy rippling through the void. The destructive force within him surged, attempting a final uprising.

Two opposing forces clashed, evenly matched for now, but Lin Fan clearly noticed the Thunder Destruction Force gradually weakening. It wouldn’t be long before it was completely expelled.

The Thunder Clan Patriarch’s palm strike had contained his full power. The Saint’s survival was already a miracle.

After all, the Saint didn’t possess Lin Fan’s formidable physical body.

On this day, the shop remained as desolate as ever. Suddenly, a large group of guards surrounded Lin Fan’s shop.

“We’ve finally found him.”

The leader, a man exuding authority and dominance, glared at Lin Fan with burning fury in his eyes. Beside him stood Shang Qingcheng, the woman Lin Fan had once stepped on.

They had searched the city for days and finally located Lin Fan. How could they not be thrilled?

But they knew his strength was formidable, so they had brought many elders with them.

“You…” Yang Wantian saw the guards and immediately stepped in front of the shop’s entrance.

“Step aside,” Lin Fan calmly said.

To Lin Fan, this situation was beneath his notice. To him, these were just ants trying to provoke him.

Yang Wantian looked at Lin Fan and finally nodded, stepping aside.

“These elders are here for this man. Capture him at all costs!” the eldest prince commanded fiercely.

“Yes!” The elders immediately nodded, turning their gazes toward Lin Fan. To them, this young man was nothing to be feared. They believed that even if he possessed some strength, they could easily suppress him together.

Shang Qingcheng glared at Lin Fan with burning hatred, “Despicable wretch! I’ll make you suffer endlessly!”

Sighing softly, Lin Fan put down the small item in his hand.

“Seventh Heaven-stage…”

“Eighth Heaven-stage…”

“Ninth Heaven-stage…”

“So this is all the strength you have? I told you not to provoke me. Now, you reap what you sow.”

At this moment, Lin Fan stood up. His calm demeanor sent a heavy pressure crashing down upon the elders, making their hearts tighten.

To them, this young man was like an immense mountain, crushing them with overwhelming force.