Chapter 160: This Person’s Template Has Issues

At this moment, Lin Fan looked up to the sky with a sigh.

A trainer? What exactly is your purpose?

Right now, Lin Fan felt uneasy. The system had become increasingly lazy lately. It granted a new skill but didn’t provide a complete explanation.

Perhaps everything would have to be figured out through self-exploration.

At this moment, Lin Fan pushed open the door, ready to head to a good place to test exactly how useful this “trainer” profession could be.

Outside, the scenery was beautiful, the sky vast and the earth wide.

His adorable little disciple had already fallen asleep. Since he had accepted this disciple, naturally, he had to nurture and cultivate him well.

At this moment, Lin Fan saw the dejected back of Zhang Erdog, sitting on the stone bench where he once sat, gazing up at the heavens.

Lin Fan slowly approached. He could sense the loneliness in Zhang Erdog’s heart.

“Erdog, what are you thinking about?” Lin Fan stood behind Zhang Erdog, looking at his unattractive face, and softly asked.

“Master, I’m thinking about the road ahead.”

Lin Fan was slightly surprised. He hadn’t expected Erdog, who usually had no sense of decency, to have such a moment.

But…this wouldn’t do.

“Erdog.”

“Uh?”

“Your depression like this makes me unable to see the future of our sect,” Lin Fan softly sighed helplessly.

Instantly, an indescribable pressure covered the area.

This aura was very faint, so subtle that others found it hard to perceive, even Lin Fan couldn’t sense it.

Zhang Erdog, who had previously been very downcast, immediately changed expression, his eyes filled with shame. Then, as if his face had transformed, he instantly stood up.

“Master, I’m going to cultivate right now, I will definitely show you the future of our sect,” Zhang Erdog said solemnly, and without waiting for Lin Fan to say more, immediately returned to his room.

At this moment, Lin Fan was slightly taken aback, somewhat confused. Could it be that this was the power of the secondary profession “trainer”?

Lin Fan was still somewhat unclear, but then he stopped worrying about it and instead headed toward the sect’s punishment hall.

The punishment hall was the place where punishments were carried out. It housed disciples who had committed offenses, as well as spies from other sects.

When Lin Fan arrived at the punishment hall, the disciple at the entrance saw him.

Within the sect, Lin Fan could be considered a well-known figure. Although he hadn’t reached the point of being recognized by everyone, his name was known to all, and this disciple was an outer sect member who had the good fortune to have seen Lin Fan before, so he was naturally extremely excited.

“Master Lin, why have you come here?” the outer sect disciple asked.

“Nephew, I have come here to meet those disciples who are imprisoned. Although they have committed mistakes, I also hope they can repent soon and see the light of day again,” Lin Fan lied effortlessly, unmatched by anyone in the world.

To the disciple guarding the door, this was deeply moving. He hadn’t expected the master to have such a heart, truly admirable.

“Master, I must remind you that the disciples inside now are all extremely vicious, having lost their humanity and become beasts,” the guard disciple said.

Lin Fan smiled and nodded, “I see.”

For Lin Fan, wanting to test the power of his secondary profession, “trainer,” if the opponent was too weak, it wouldn’t be fun at all.

The more vicious and ruthless the better.

Then Lin Fan walked inside. It was like a dungeon, winding and twisting, with many cells on both sides, each holding many prisoners.

Inside, the killing intent was rampant, like the depths of hell. No one cried out their innocence—only beast-like roars and terrifying words could be heard.

“Kill… kill…”

Lin Fan slowly walked deeper inside. Ahead was a light, and the sound of whips striking echoed into his ears.

When Lin Fan walked in, he saw a bare-chested disciple tied to a pitch-black iron pillar, while another disciple mercilessly lashed him with a special whip.

“Ha ha, after I, Mie Qiong, get out, I will definitely cut off your heads one by one and kick them like balls. Come on, hit harder!” The disciple tied to the pillar had bulging muscles, a bald head, and fierce eyes like a wild beast.

At this moment, Lin Fan’s entrance naturally attracted attention.

“Hey, Master Lin, why have you come here?” A disciple sitting there stood up hurriedly and respectfully approached.

“I came to see. Who is this person?” Lin Fan pointed at the disciple tied to the iron pillar and asked.

“Master, this person is an inner sect disciple. He was once a prodigy of the sect. During a trial in the forbidden area, he cruelly killed his fellow junior disciples to obtain treasures,” the inner sect disciple said indignantly.

“How is this person going to be dealt with?” Lin Fan asked.

“Six years of whipping punishment, cultivation abilities destroyed, and expelled from the holy sect.”

Lin Fan stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Mie Qiong tied to the iron pillar, carefully observing him.

“What are you staring at? Do you think I won’t smash you into paste?” Mie Qiong’s expression was wild, truly showing signs of madness.

“Crack!”

“Don’t be disrespectful to Master Lin!” A nearby disciple suddenly raised his whip and struck Mie Qiong hard.

“Ha ha…” Mie Qiong laughed wildly after receiving the blow, clearly not taking it seriously at all.

Although his cultivation abilities had been sealed by the elders, his physical strength had reached an inhuman level.

“Little Heaven High Stage (sealed).”

This was the highest cultivation level Lin Fan had seen among the inner sect disciples.

Lin Fan couldn’t help but sigh. This Mie Qiong was indeed one of the top prodigies of the holy sect.

Among the current inner sect disciples of the holy sect, there was truly no one who could rival him.

Thinking about how the holy sect’s disciples were currently being beaten by other sects, if this guy hadn’t committed a mistake, the situation might have been completely different.

“What a pity, truly a pity,” Lin Fan helplessly shook his head. “Little Heaven High Stage, a sect prodigy, yet killing fellow disciples—it’s truly disappointing.”

“Hmph, I kill whoever I want. What’s it got to do with you?” Mie Qiong spat viciously, his bald head veins bulging, looking extremely ferocious.

“Master, the environment here is filthy. Please return first,” the disciple in charge of punishment said, his eyes flashing with anger. How dare this guy insult Master Lin! After Lin Fan left, he would definitely make him pay.

“It’s okay. I see that this disciple, although extremely vicious, still has a glimmer of conscience left. Perhaps he can still be saved,” Lin Fan waved his hand and said.

“Master, he’s completely mad. Originally, his crimes deserved death, but the sect leader, considering his previous contributions to the sect, mercifully spared his life, only stripping his cultivation abilities and leaving him to survive on his own.”

“You brats chatter about what? I, Mie Qiong, don’t need anyone’s mercy. Even if you kill me, I’ll come back in my next life and kill you all,” Mie Qiong struggled violently.

At this moment, Lin Fan slightly furrowed his brow, feeling something was definitely off.

In his past life, Lin Fan had read countless books. This person was a complete dark-type protagonist template.

High cultivation, arrogant, bloodthirsty, and most importantly, utterly fearless of death. Usually, when villains faced death, they would beg for mercy, but Mie Qiong wasn’t afraid at all.

There’s something wrong. Definitely something wrong.

Perhaps he should give it a try himself.