Chapter 28: What Exactly Can You Do?

Under Yin Mochen’s astonished gaze, Lin Fan leaped onto the stage with graceful ease, holding his head high and chest out. He then clasped his hands together, bowing slightly to his junior and senior martial brothers below.

This feeling of being the center of a thousand eyes was truly exhilarating. No wonder so many people enjoy showing off.

When the outer disciples saw someone stepping onto the stage, they all admired him inwardly. However, upon recognizing who it was, some of them were shocked, their excitement mixing with fear.

“The Peach-Stealing Maniac.”

To some outer disciples, the “Peach-Stealing Maniac” was a nightmare. Anyone who had experienced his “treatment” would be left trembling in fear. Even without seeing him in person, just hearing his name was enough to make one instinctively protect their most vulnerable area.

Among the crowd below the stage, one outer disciple glared at Lin Fan with icy eyes.

Han Lu, watching Lin Fan smiling confidently on stage, burned with fury. He bore no grudge against anyone else in the Holy Demon Sect—except Lin Fan.

Lin Fan had ruined his plans multiple times, and Han Lu had never forgotten this humiliation.

Yet for Han Lu, this was not the time for revenge. His sole focus now was to rapidly enhance his cultivation.

While others might require months to reach a certain level, Han Lu could achieve it in mere days.

By chance, Han Lu discovered that soaking the Yuanqi Pill in Immortal Fat Dew overnight could enhance the pill’s quality. This revelation shocked him. Since then, using these improved Yuanqi Pills, his cultivation had skyrocketed. He was now at the fifth stage of the Late Earthly Dao.

With this method of enhancing pills, Han Lu was confident he could break through to the sixth stage within a month.

Within half a year, he would surely reach the Heavenly Dao and become an inner disciple.

Now, standing on the martial arts stage, Lin Fan faced the inner disciple before him and, with both hands clasped in respect, said, “Lin Fan, an outer disciple, respectfully asks my senior brother for guidance.”

One thought kept circling in Lin Fan’s mind: Do all good-looking people have high cultivation levels?

The inner disciple before him had a face like carved jade, red lips and white teeth, exuding elegance and charm—exactly the kind of idol that would make countless girls swoon in modern times.

“How is your cultivation?” asked Yu Feng, the inner disciple, in a calm tone, though inwardly he frowned. He couldn’t gauge Lin Fan’s cultivation level at all.

“Reporting to Senior Brother, I am at the verge of Enlightenment,” Lin Fan replied. He knew that due to his System, others couldn’t perceive his true strength. However, Lin Fan always played fair and never resorted to trickery, so he saw no need to hide his power.

Yin Mochen, standing below the stage, was momentarily speechless upon hearing Lin Fan’s words.

How could this be possible? His junior brother had reached the verge of Enlightenment? This… this…

Han Lu, who had previously been calm, suddenly changed expression. He hadn’t expected Lin Fan to have reached such a level. The gap between them was simply too vast.

But quickly regaining his composure, Han Lu reasoned to himself that Lin Fan must be the son of some powerful figure, someone who had grown up with rare medicinal herbs aiding his cultivation.

With this self-justification, Han Lu’s heart calmed once more.

He believed that as long as he obtained the Jade Purifying Vase, he would one day crush Lin Fan beneath his feet.

“Hmph, it’s either Earthly or not. There’s no such thing as ‘on the verge.’ If you haven’t entered the Enlightenment, you’re not truly Enlightened. This so-called ‘verge of Enlightenment’ is just a term used by commoners,” Yu Feng said sternly, frowning slightly. He was determined to assert his authority in front of these outer disciples.

Every year, Yu Feng would remind these overly ambitious outer disciples of their place. In his eyes, they were like frogs at the bottom of a well, unaware of the vastness of the sky, always quick to become conceited over minor achievements.

Lin Fan glanced at him, thinking, “My System says I’m on the verge of Enlightenment, and it’s definitely more reliable than you are.” But Lin Fan was a smart man—he had no intention of arguing with his senior brother. After all, he hadn’t come up here for nothing. If he didn’t gain some benefit from this, it would be a huge loss.

With so many spectators watching, practicing *Indestructible Demon Body* openly might not be the best idea. However, if he could successfully “steal a peach” from this opponent, it would be a huge gain.

A seventh-stage Earthly cultivator! If he managed to steal from someone at this level, it would be absolutely thrilling.

Still, Lin Fan needed to put on a show. Otherwise, this senior brother might not let him off easily.

“Your words are truly enlightening, Senior Brother. I shall keep them close to heart,” Lin Fan said, bowing respectfully.

“Hmph,” Yu Feng nodded in satisfaction. At least this junior brother was teachable and willing to accept correction.

“Very well. If you’re at the ninth stage of the Earthly Dao, I shall match you at that level. Since you’ve been in the outer sect for some time, you must be well-versed in its techniques. Then use the *Seven Demon Palms* to attack me, and I shall offer you some guidance,” Yu Feng said.

Yu Feng was well-regarded among the inner disciples, known for his talent and comprehension. Within the sect, he was considered a genius. During his three years in the outer sect, he had risen from an ordinary person to the Enlightenment stage, mastering all the outer sect’s techniques. The *Seven Demon Palms* was a foundational technique in the outer sect—simple to learn but powerful. However, few could truly master it, and Yu Feng was one of the few who had.

“Alright, why haven’t you attacked yet?” Yu Feng asked, growing slightly impatient as Lin Fan still stood there.

“Senior Brother, I don’t know how to do it,” Lin Fan replied helplessly.

“You’re an outer disciple of the Holy Demon Sect and you don’t even know this technique?” Yu Feng was taken aback, staring at Lin Fan in disbelief. “Then surely you know the *Greenwood Sword Qi Method*.”

Lin Fan scratched his head awkwardly. “Senior Brother, I don’t know that one either…”

At this, the outer disciples below burst into laughter.

This was the first time they had ever seen someone not know these two techniques. Both were basic Yellow-tier Lower techniques that most outer disciples had learned. That Lin Fan didn’t know them was simply hilarious.

Yu Feng grew visibly displeased, his expression darkening as he looked at Lin Fan.

“Then what *do* you know?” Yu Feng asked, already losing all hope in this junior brother. If he couldn’t even perform such basic techniques, what use was he?

Faced with this question, Lin Fan now truly felt embarrassed to answer.

After all, how could he say he knew *Monkey Steals the Peach*?

“Enough. No more talking. Come,” Yu Feng said, clearly done with the conversation.

“Yes, Senior Brother,” Lin Fan nodded, then took a few steps forward before letting out a mighty roar.

“Senior Brother, take my move—Heaven-Shaking, Earth-Shattering, God-Slaying, Buddha-Destroying!”

At that moment, Lin Fan charged forward with unstoppable momentum, like an unstoppable tide.

Yu Feng shook his head slightly as he watched Lin Fan approach, noting the numerous openings in his attack. He prepared to extend a single finger and break through Lin Fan’s assault.

But just as Lin Fan neared him, his attack suddenly changed.

“Monkey Steals the Peach!”

“Hmph,” Yu Feng snorted, dismissing it as a cheap trick and feeling deeply disappointed.

But in the next moment, Yu Feng’s expression changed. He suddenly realized that this seemingly simple move left him with nowhere to escape.

How was that possible?

Though Yu Feng had suppressed his cultivation to the ninth Earthly stage, his overall skill remained. A basic move like this shouldn’t be able to overwhelm him.

How could a mere outer disciple break through his defenses?

That was impossible.

“Primordial Nine Turns!”

In that moment, Yu Feng’s form shifted, and he struck Lin Fan’s chest with a palm.

Just as Lin Fan felt he was about to succeed, he was struck hard in the chest—but it didn’t hurt at all.

*Ding! Congratulations, your *Indestructible Demon Body* has gained 6,000 experience points!*

Lin Fan patted his chest lightly. What kind of technique was this *Primordial Nine Turns*? Just now, Yu Feng had been unable to dodge *Monkey Steals the Peach*, but in an instant, he had shifted his stance and struck Lin Fan’s chest.

Looks like learning more techniques was definitely a good idea. After successfully stealing the peach, he would definitely need to learn more techniques.