Chapter 24: Senior Brothers, Please Bury Me with Essence Pills!

At this moment, Lin Fan chuckled to himself. Big players were entering the scene.

Yi Zhongyu was one of the ten outstanding outer sect disciples. His wealth must be considerable indeed. With over 8,000 outer sect disciples, those who ranked in the top ten were certainly not short on resources.

Among the ten outstanding disciples of the outer sect, Lin Fan had only seen Meng Yangquan before. Meng had reached the sixth stage of Divinity and was still lingering in the outer sect, pretending to be weak while secretly overpowering others.

Lin Fan was grateful he had this system, which allowed him to see through anyone’s cultivation level. Otherwise, he might have been devoured by that sly fox Meng Yangquan one day without realizing it.

“I’ll buy your sword for one thousand,” Yi Zhongyu said, his white robes fluttering, exuding an extraordinary aura, though a hint of arrogance lingered in his expression.

“Senior Brother, although one thousand is a large sum, we should still see if any other juniors wish to place a bid,” Lin Fan naturally recognized him as one of the ten outstanding outer sect disciples, but he pretended not to know. If he backed down now, he might end up being taken advantage of.

“Hmph, doesn’t even know Yi Senior Brother…” Wang Tianfeng scoffed at Lin Fan with clear disdain.

Yi Zhongyu smiled confidently, saying, “I believe my offer is the highest here. I’m sure none of the juniors present would dare to bid higher than me.”

Yi Zhongyu surveyed the crowd with confidence, and the surrounding disciples sighed in resignation.

One thousand Spirit Gathering Pills was indeed a large amount, but it wasn’t something some couldn’t afford. However, considering Yi Zhongyu’s status, no one dared to provoke one of the top ten figures in the outer sect for a mere material gain.

Lin Fan smiled, glancing at Yi Zhongyu. Floating above his head was the label “Sixth Stage of Innate.”

To Lin Fan, this cultivation level was somewhat impressive, but compared to Meng Yangquan, it was still far behind.

And yet Yi Zhongyu, having already reached the Innate stage, still remained in the outer sect—truly a pitiful sight.

Outer sect disciples who reached the Innate stage could become inner sect disciples if they wished. It was a matter of personal choice.

Some disciples who achieved the Innate stage chose to remain in the outer sect because, once entering the inner sect, they would be surrounded by seniors with much higher cultivation. It wouldn’t be nearly as comfortable as staying in the outer sect.

Although the resources for cultivation in the outer sect were far inferior, for those who preferred being the head of a chicken rather than the tail of a phoenix, this was simply their nature.

At that moment, beneath a rooftop eave,

Two figures stood silently. The woman was breathtakingly beautiful, like a celestial fairy, while the man was strikingly handsome, though his expression was cold.

“Senior Brother Meng, that sword is so radiant and beautiful,” the woman whispered softly, her eyes sparkling with charm.

“If you like it, Senior Brother will definitely fulfill your wish,” the cold man replied, his icy demeanor melting into a gentle spring breeze as he gazed at her with affection.

“Senior Brother Meng, it’s not worth offending Yi Zhongyu over a low-grade weapon,” said Ni Mingyang, who stood behind the couple.

“Mingyang, no need to say more. As long as Senior Sister Chenyu is happy, that’s all that matters,” Meng Yangquan declared firmly.

Ni Mingyang said nothing further, but as he looked at Mu Chenyu, his expression tightened. What a seductress.

Senior Brother Meng, with such a promising future, had been ruined by this enchantress. Ni Mingyang had no words to say when seeing Meng’s determination, but he couldn’t help wondering how a talent like Meng could fall for such a woman.

Senior Brother had tried everything to help her cultivate, yet Mu Chenyu remained as useless as ever, stuck at the fourth stage of Mortal for years.

The pills Senior Brother had prepared could even help a pig break through to the Innate stage.

…

Just as Yi Zhongyu was certain he had secured the low-grade weapon, a calm voice drifted in from afar.

“Two thousand.”

The surrounding disciples were stunned. Yi Senior Brother had already placed a bid—how dare someone else challenge him? Had this person grown tired of life?

But when they saw who had placed the bid, they were even more shocked. It was none other than Senior Brother Meng himself—the top-ranked among the ten outstanding disciples.

Yi Zhongyu’s eyebrows slightly furrowed. He wanted to see who dared to compete with him, but when he saw the person, his expression changed slightly.

Lin Fan was nearly laughing inside. Oh wow, the real big shot had arrived.

…

“Junior Brother Lin…” Ni Mingyang, following Senior Brother Meng, was shocked when he saw the one selling the low-grade weapon was actually Lin Fan.

“Hehe, Senior Brother Ni,” Lin Fan smiled.

“Junior Brother Lin, I must say I’m quite surprised,” Ni Mingyang chuckled, astonished that Lin Fan, who had only recently joined the sect, had already acquired a low-grade weapon to sell.

As Lin Fan chatted with Ni Mingyang, Yi Zhongyu and Meng Yangquan began conversing.

“Senior Brother Meng, you’re taking something I desire,” Yi Zhongyu said with a forced smile, his heart clearly displeased.

Although the outer sect appeared peaceful, the competition among the ten outstanding disciples was fierce. Although the top ten maintained a facade of harmony, the rivalry beneath the surface was intense.

“Junior Brother Yi, you’re mistaken. Senior Brother has no intention of taking the sword for myself. It’s only because Senior Sister Chenyu likes it. I hope Junior Brother Yi can let it go,” Meng Yangquan said, bowing politely.

Yi Zhongyu glanced at the woman beside Meng Yangquan, his anger rising. How could someone so obsessed with a woman remain above him? It was an insult to him.

“Senior Brother Meng, Senior Sister Chenyu already has the mid-grade weapon Jade Bell that you gifted her. I believe this low-grade sword isn’t necessary for her. Why not let it go to me?” Yi Zhongyu tried to persuade, unwilling to back down despite Meng’s words.

Meng Yangquan shook his head. “Then let the highest bidder win.”

Lin Fan had been chatting with Senior Brother Ni all along, but he had been listening carefully to the conversation between the two. When he realized their negotiation had broken down, Lin Fan was secretly overjoyed. This was great—only this way could he earn more.

As he had always said, side jobs were the most profitable.

“Three thousand Spirit Gathering Pills. Junior Brother Yi, it’s your move,” Meng Yangquan said with a smile.

Yi Zhongyu’s expression darkened. As a sixth-stage Innate cultivator, he had no real need for a low-grade weapon. Years ago, after falling into a cliff, he had obtained a mysterious cultivation technique.

This technique didn’t rely on self-cultivation but instead required absorbing various graded weapons into itself.

It was called “Infinite Sword Realm.”

This low-grade sword was worth no more than three thousand Spirit Gathering Pills. Bidding beyond that would be a loss.

But now, it wasn’t just about the weapon anymore—it was about pride.

Especially when Yi Zhongyu saw Meng Yangquan’s indifferent expression, it made his blood boil.

At this moment, Lin Fan sent Senior Brother Ni off to the side and waited for the storm to come.

Senior Brothers, please, fight it out with Spirit Gathering Pills and bury me in riches!