Chapter 119: Dream On If You Want to Be a Laborer

The next day, as the morning sun rose, two figures descended silently and lonely down the mountainside of Nameless Peak.

“Senior apprentice-brother, how did you sleep last night?” Feng Buju yawned, carrying a large promotional flag on his shoulder, his heavy eyelids drooping as if they might never open again.

“How about you?” Zhang Erdog replied listlessly.

“Not well,” Feng Buju sighed helplessly.

“Same here…” Zhang Erdog muttered.

They didn’t know what exactly had happened at the Sect Leader’s quarters last night. Roars like those of wild beasts echoed from inside the Sect Leader’s residence. Initially, they had wanted to check it out, but remembering the Sect Leader’s instructions not to disturb him, they reluctantly went to sleep filled with curiosity.

However, instead of fading with time, the sounds grew heavier and louder.

In the end, the two barely managed to sleep at all, enduring the torment of the haunting noises from the Sect Leader’s quarters.

…

On Nameless Peak.

Lin Fan lay there drenched in sweat, his forehead soaked, his eyes revealing a desperate look. He swore to the heavens that if he ever took another “Big Brother Fan” pill again, he would be struck by lightning and meet a terrible end. What a deceptive, utterly deceitful pill.

My reputation as Sect Leader, ruined completely by this pill. I wonder if Zhang Erdog and the others know the truth.

When the two return tonight, if their eyes look at me differently, then I won’t mind keeping them locked up and preventing them from leaving.

Damn it, this pill is truly infuriating—it will be my number one enemy from now on.

But the feeling after taking this pill was indeed amazing. Wow, it’s truly incredible. No wonder it was crafted by this great master himself—the effect is just awesome.

…

In the Outer Sect, many disciples gathered at the stall set up by Zhang Erdog and his companions.

Yesterday, the ten top genius disciples of the Outer Sect had all emerged from seclusion to come here for alchemy, but nobody knew the exact situation or whether the pills had been successfully created.

In their opinion, Nameless Peak could never possibly have succeeded in making pills. These were all high-grade pills, treasures even on Dan Ding Peak. How could they be easily crafted?

Moreover, crafting high-quality pills required extensive time and many ingredients. To complete the process overnight was absolutely impossible in the eyes of the Outer Sect disciples.

Therefore, they had come early in the morning to witness the spectacle, to mock Nameless Peak for their arrogant claims.

“Look, none of the ten top disciples have arrived, not even Young Master Ye Shaotian. They must have known that Nameless Peak wouldn’t succeed and that coming here would be a waste of time—the pills definitely weren’t completed.”

“I wonder what relationship Young Master Ye has with Nameless Peak.”

“Who knows? Hey, look, the people from Nameless Peak are coming. Look at their tired expressions—they probably failed to make the pills and don’t know how to explain it,” one Outer Sect disciple mocked.

“Haha, there’s going to be a good show soon. Nameless Peak, without any real skills, dares to boast like this—it’s laughable.”

“Who knows if they even tried to make pills? Those ingredients are worth a fortune. Maybe they didn’t make any pills at all and just kept the materials for themselves.”

…

The crowd murmured and discussed. Clearly, no one believed Nameless Peak could have produced those pills.

Zhang Erdog and Feng Buju were unaware of the Outer Sect disciples’ discussions about them. However, seeing so many people waiting for them, Zhang Erdog quickly gathered his spirits.

“Junior apprentice-brother, perk up. We can’t let Nameless Peak’s reputation suffer in front of these Outer Sect disciples,” Zhang Erdog said.

Upon hearing this, Feng Buju immediately straightened his posture, pulling at his eyelids to keep them open. “Senior apprentice-brother, don’t worry.”

…

“Zhang Erdog, did you successfully create the pills entrusted to you by the ten senior apprentices? Judging by your appearance, I suppose you failed,” an Outer Sect disciple asked mockingly, his eyes filled with disdain, unafraid of offending them.

“Who…” Feng Buju was about to retort when Zhang Erdog immediately pulled him back. After exchanging glances with his senior, Feng Buju smiled and remained silent, realizing his senior must have a plan.

Zhang Erdog didn’t argue with their mocking expressions. Let them enjoy themselves for now; soon enough, he would slap them hard in the face.

This was a strategy he had learned from the Sect Leader.

Zhang Erdog always remembered the Sect Leader’s teachings: “When others mock and insult you, don’t rush. Let your emotions build up slowly, and then strike back fiercely to shatter their faces.”

Although Feng Buju didn’t feel particularly moved by these words, to Zhang Erdog, they were absolute truths—only such a great Sect Leader could utter such profound wisdom.

“What difference does it make to you whether we made the pills or not?” Zhang Erdog crossed his arms behind his back, calm and composed, exuding an air of disdain that filled the Outer Sect disciples with resentment.

“Hehe, difference? Of course, there’s no difference. But if Nameless Peak truly made the pills, I, Wang Baofei, will become a servant there,” an Outer Sect disciple sneered.

Zhang Erdog gave him a contemptuous glance from head to toe. “You? Not even qualified to be a servant.”

Nameless Peak was destined to become the greatest sect in the world. For someone to dream of becoming a servant there through mockery was simply delusional.

Once Nameless Peak grows stronger, even servant positions would be highly sought after.

Zhang Erdog had a long-term vision and immense confidence, for the storage pouch at his waist contained the miraculous pills crafted by the Sect Leader himself.

Once the ten senior apprentices from the Outer Sect arrived, revealing these pills would surely blind them with shock.

“Zhang Erdog, don’t boast with your tongue. Let’s see what you can present.”

“Hmph, no fun in arguing with you,” Zhang Erdog waved his hand dismissively, not wanting to continue the argument with the Outer Sect disciple. He turned his gaze to the distance, puzzled as to why the ten senior apprentices from the Outer Sect hadn’t arrived yet.

…

Meanwhile, at the Outer Sect disciples’ residence.

“Senior Brother Jian, Lin Shishu must have completed the pills. Let’s go together to retrieve them,” Ye Shaotian had woken up early, running around to gather everyone, though with little success.

His senior brothers clearly didn’t believe the pills could be successfully made.

Ye Shaotian had promised many benefits to get his senior brothers to come, but in his eyes, it was all worth it. After all, Lin Shishu had treated him so sincerely—what was a little sacrifice compared to that?

“Junior Brother Ye, I have something important to attend to today, so I won’t go. As for the pills, I appreciate your kindness, but whether they were made or not doesn’t matter. If even the Chief Disciple of the Elder Sect on Dan Ding Peak couldn’t make them, do you really think Nameless Peak could? Alright, I won’t go,” the calm voice of Senior Brother Jian Wudi came from inside the room, sharp as blades.

Ye Shaotian stood at the door, unsure of what to do, eventually letting out a sigh.