At this moment, the crowd of outer sect disciples remained seated or stood watching the scene unfold, much like a group of onlookers munching on sunflower seeds, idly observing the drama.
Some whispered amongst themselves, silently expressing pity for the unfortunate junior apprentice caught in this mess.
They all recognized the perpetrator—Wang Tianfeng, the younger associate of Yi Zhongtian, one of the ten outstanding outer disciples, known for his arrogance and bullying behavior.
“I’m taking yours today. What are you gonna do about it?” Wang Tianfeng, a burly man with no sense of chivalry, showed no mercy. Any normal person would have hesitated to harm such a cute and pretty junior sister, but Wang was more than willing to lay his hands on her.
Lin Fan observed the scene. He’d seen many beauties before, but this particular junior sister, now being mistreated, was genuinely stunning.
Lin Fan had just finished his meal. The meat and vegetables he consumed were clearly not ordinary food—they could enhance cultivation, naturally drawing envy from others. This rough brute likely targeted him for that very reason, seeking an easy mark.
“You…” Fan Yuxin clenched her teeth, her icy gaze fixed on the towering man before her, helpless against his strength.
“Hmph…” Wang Tianfeng sneered contemptuously, showing no dignity befitting a senior apprentice. Compared to someone like Ni Mingyang or Yin Mochen, he was light-years behind.
The surrounding outer disciples remained silent, despite Fan’s beauty. They dared not provoke Wang Tianfeng.
At this moment, Han Lu stood among the crowd, watching the situation with a calm, unshaken expression.
“In the path of cultivation, only the strong survive. One must become stronger,” Han Lu muttered, clenching his fists before turning to leave.
“Stop!” Suddenly, a thunderous shout echoed throughout the dining hall, drawing confused glances from everyone searching for the source.
Han Lu, who had been about to leave, halted in his tracks. That voice sounded familiar.
“It’s him…” When Han Lu finally spotted the speaker, his previously calm expression turned icy cold, as if a deep grudge had been reignited.
Lin Fan glanced at Wang Tianfeng—sixth-level Late Foundation. Then he looked at the girl—first-level Late Foundation, followed by a series of question marks.
That puzzled Lin Fan. What did that mean? But at this point, it no longer mattered—Lin Fan was ready to provoke.
A flood of experience points was approaching. No matter what, he had to stir up the chaos.
“Who the hell are you?” Wang Tianfeng barked angrily at the interruption.
Lin Fan shot Wang a glance, then leapt onto the table dramatically, unleashing a torrent of abuse.
“You call yourself a senior apprentice? All you do is bully juniors! I’m ashamed of you! Trash! Worthless! Idiot…” Lin Fan’s verbal barrage was relentless, leaving the surrounding outer disciples stunned.
Meanwhile, Fan Yuxin, who had been furious moments ago, couldn’t help but let a faint, enigmatic smile grace her lips.
“Haha…” The outer disciples burst into laughter as Lin Fan berated Wang Tianfeng.
But Lin Fan quickly turned his scorn on them.
“What are you laughing at? You bunch of cowards! You watch a helpless junior sister get bullied by this despicable, vile scoundrel and you just stand there? I’m embarrassed for you! What are you looking at? Think you’re tough? Then come fight me!” Lin Fan pointed at the crowd, hurling insults at the male disciples.
Yin Mochen, who had rushed over upon hearing Lin Fan’s outburst, turned pale with shock.
“Brother Lin, why are you doing this to yourself? You’re pissing off everyone here! Even I can’t save you now! I must report this to Senior Brother Ni immediately, or there’ll be serious consequences!”
Without hesitation, Yin Mochen turned and ran, wishing he had more legs to move faster.
…
At this moment, Lin Fan stood atop the table, eyes briefly closed as he caught his breath. If they didn’t gang up on him after such an insult, he’d truly lose respect for them.
Without another word, Lin Fan leapt off the table and stood before Wang Tianfeng. “What? You think you’re tough? Come hit me then. I dare you.”
Watching Wang’s face turn red with rage, Lin Fan continued his taunts.
This was the decisive moment.
“Die!” Wang’s eyes blazed with fury as he threw a punch at Lin Fan.
Gasps erupted from the crowd. To them, this might end in a fatality.
Even Fan Yuxin watched anxiously.
*BOOM!*
*Ding! “Titanium-Class Demon Body” gained 2000 experience.*
Lin Fan’s current physical strength could withstand Ni Mingyang’s full-force strike at eighth-level Late Foundation. Naturally, Wang Tianfeng’s punch posed no real threat.
Feeling his experience surge again, Lin Fan couldn’t help but smile.
As he anticipated the next attack, he noticed Wang Tianfeng eyeing him warily.
It suddenly dawned on Lin Fan—Wang had thrown his hardest punch, yet Lin stood unscathed. Anyone with half a brain could sense something was off.
At this critical moment, Lin Fan, the master actor, unleashed his full dramatic talent.
*Puh!*
Lin Fan’s face flushed red as blood sprayed from his mouth in dramatic fashion. For added effect, he spat out a few more splashes.
Who cared about blood now? Experience was the real treasure.
“Haha! Kid, see if you still dare to act tough!” Seeing Lin Fan spewing blood, Wang Tianfeng laughed heartily, immensely satisfied with his punch.
This was exactly the feeling he craved.
Han Lu, who hadn’t left yet, couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, his earlier anger dissipating somewhat.
…
Lin Fan staggered, blood trickling from his lips, raising a trembling finger. “I despise you…”
Seeing the audacity of this junior apprentice, Wang Tianfeng grew furious again, throwing punch after punch at Lin Fan.
*Ding! “Titanium-Class Demon Body” gained 2000 experience.*
*Ding! “Titanium-Class Demon Body” gained 2000 experience.*
…
To make Wang Tianfeng feel more at ease, Lin Fan lay on the ground, allowing Wang to pummel him freely.
Lying there, Lin Fan sighed softly. It had been tough, but today was the most enjoyable since joining the outer sect.
As Lin Fan daydreamed, Wang Tianfeng stopped.
“Hmph! Consider this a lesson. Let’s see if you dare to provoke me again!” Wang snorted coldly before turning to leave.
“Stop right there, trash!” At this moment, Lin Fan—who appeared half-dead in everyone’s eyes—stood up again, feigning weakness but still hurling insults at Wang Tianfeng.
“You…” Wang was stunned, unable to believe this kid could still stand.
“Hmph! You’re nothing. Not even you, nor anyone else here, is worth a damn in my eyes. What’s that look for? I’m talking about you! Come on, gang up on me! I’m not afraid of any of you!” Lin Fan nearly cried. How hard was it to level up?
He had to keep provoking them. If they didn’t take the bait, all his efforts would be in vain.
“Brothers, we’re all grown men. Yet we’re insulted like this! A man may die, but he must not be humiliated! Today, we must teach this man what words should and shouldn’t be spoken!” A voice from the crowd stirred the others into action.
Lin Fan looked up and felt a surge of joy. The one who had fanned the flames was none other than Senior Brother Han Lu.
Lin Fan’s heart swelled with gratitude.
Senior Brother Han, I’ll remember this favor, “later.”
Indeed, after Han Lu’s words, the surrounding disciples grew restless.
Some lowered their heads, perhaps feeling guilty, while others, with short tempers, were easily provoked.
…
At this moment, Lin Fan lay joyfully on the ground, thrilled with how the situation was unfolding.
*Ding! “Titanium-Class Demon Body” gained 1000 experience.*
*Ding! “Titanium-Class Demon Body” gained 5000 experience.*
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