Chapter 12: Can You Give Me a Chance?

Inside the “Talent Register Hall,” it was pitch black. Elder Li, dressed in a black robe, seemed to defy the darkness as he reached up to a towering bookshelf and retrieved a certain volume.

This book recorded the entire life of the founding patriarch.

In the darkness, only a pair of green flames flickered beneath the folds of Elder Li’s robe. The surrounding silence was broken only by the rustling of pages as Elder Li flipped through the book.

“Why is this disciple able to cultivate the “Titanium-Rank Demon Body” to such an unprecedented level?” Elder Li murmured to himself. According to the records, the “Titanium-Rank Demon Body” was merely a body cultivation technique hastily written by the founding patriarch, meant only for training sandbags. No one had ever reached such a level with it before.

…

The next day.

Lin Fan rolled over and the first thing he did was pull down his pants to check himself. Seeing that his little buddy was still lively and intact, Lin Fan finally felt relieved.

From this day forward, Lin Fan vowed never to do anything like that again—it was simply life-threatening.

Suddenly, a knock at the door came. Lin Fan felt puzzled—who could it be? Could it be Han Lu had come?

But that didn’t make sense. After what he had done to Han Lu yesterday, if Han Senior Brother didn’t kick his door down, he wouldn’t be Han Lu.

Lin Fan didn’t dwell on it and tidied himself up before opening the door.

“Huh, who are you?” Lin Fan looked at the person before him, puzzled. He didn’t recognize this face.

“I live next door. You must be Lin Fan, the new outer sect disciple?” The man smiled, looking at Lin Fan like an older brother regarding his younger sibling.

“Oh, Senior Brother! Come in, come in!” Lin Fan immediately brightened. Experience had come knocking.

“Hehe, Lin Fan, you’re quite polite. Senior Brother Ni asked me to look after you. It’s time for the outer sect’s meal now, and since you’re new, you probably don’t know where the dining hall is. Allow me to show you the way.” Yin Mochen looked at Lin Fan and felt that this new outer sect junior was quite nice, very warm and enthusiastic. He thought they should interact more in the future if the opportunity arose.

“Great, thank you, Senior Brother.” Lin Fan happily replied.

As they walked, Lin Fan chatted about everything, and Yin Mochen patiently answered all his questions.

“Senior Brother Yin, the cafeteria is quite large.” Lin Fan looked ahead and saw a sea of people. Above each person’s head floated their cultivation level—pure experience in Lin Fan’s eyes.

“Junior Lin, all the outer sect disciples eat here. Naturally, the dining area has to be large.” Yin Mochen explained.

“Oh…”

Then, under Yin Mochen’s guidance, Lin Fan collected a portion of food at the cafeteria’s serving counter.

It was a hearty meal—meat and vegetables. But what kind of meat and vegetables were these? Lin Fan had never seen them before. The aroma was intoxicating, making his stomach growl.

Lin Fan was already starving, and after breaking through to the Later Heaven stage, his appetite had increased significantly. He didn’t hesitate and devoured everything in no time.

Sure enough, this wasn’t ordinary food. After finishing his meal, Lin Fan noticed a slight increase in experience.

He looked up and saw Yin Mochen staring at him in shock.

“Senior Brother, why are you staring at me like that?”

Now, whenever Lin Fan saw someone looking at him strangely, he couldn’t help but shiver, as if someone was always eyeing his “pure and innocent” body.

Yin Mochen smiled. “Nothing. It’s just that watching you eat like a wolf left me truly amazed.”

“Senior Brother Yin, does each person only get one serving?” Lin Fan asked.

“Yes, everything is pre-prepared.” Yin Mochen replied with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan’s face lit up.

In Lin Fan’s eyes, everyone was a source of experience now. It was time to provoke someone.

After confirming the information from Senior Yin, Lin Fan immediately initiated his taunt mode.

With a calm expression, Lin Fan grabbed Senior Yin’s meal and placed it in front of himself. Then he looked at Yin expectantly, waiting for his anger.

“Senior Brother Yin, I’m still hungry. You can just watch me eat.” Lin Fan said casually.

At that moment, Lin Fan was filled with anticipation. Come on, Senior Brother Yin, hurry up and attack me! Even though you’re a nice person, my junior brother relies on this method to level up.

But what surprised Lin Fan was that Senior Yin merely blinked in surprise, then burst into laughter.

“Right, it’s my mistake. Since my junior brother is still hungry, I’m happy to give you my meal.” Yin Mochen said.

Lin Fan was stunned. This… this…

He suddenly realized that provoking others had become unexpectedly difficult. What was wrong with people these days? Why were they so forgiving?

“Senior Brother Yin, you’re not hungry?” Lin Fan asked.

“I am.” Yin Mochen nodded.

“Then you won’t be angry if I take your food?” Lin Fan almost wanted to cry. Couldn’t he just cooperate and punch me?

Yin Mochen smiled and shook his head. “As a senior brother, I should take care of my junior. If you’re hungry, I naturally want you to eat until you’re full.”

Defeated…

If there were no people around, Lin Fan would definitely burst into tears. Why had everyone he met since entering the outer sect been like this? So kind-hearted and forgiving? Where could he go to provoke anyone now?

“Senior Brother, I’m not hungry anymore. Here, take your food back.” Lin Fan pushed the plate back.

“Junior Brother, if you’re really hungry, it’s okay for me.” Yin Mochen said.

“No thanks.” Lin Fan shook his head.

…

Just then, a loud thump echoed from the front.

“Give me your food.”

Lin Fan turned his head and saw a muscular giant standing like a mountain, snatching another person’s meal.

“Senior Brother, that’s mine.” A melodious female voice rang out from the crowd. Judging by the voice, it must be a girl.

“Now it’s mine. Got a problem with that?”

…

Lin Fan stood up, his heart leaping with joy. Finally, he had seen someone like this. Lin Fan refused to believe that among more than eight thousand outer sect disciples, there wouldn’t be any arrogant individuals.

“Junior Lin, don’t get involved. He’s under Senior Brother Yi.” Yin Mochen said cautiously.

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan’s face lit up. This was someone with connections—excellent, excellent.

“Senior Brother Yin, who is Senior Brother Yi?” Lin Fan asked.

“He is one of the top ten outstanding disciples in the outer sect, standing alongside Senior Brother Meng. This person is one of Yi Zhongtian’s men. Although such incidents aren’t common in the outer sect, they’re not unheard of. Junior Lin, listen to your senior brother—don’t meddle in other people’s affairs.” Yin Mochen warned.

“Oh.” Lin Fan nodded.

Yin Mochen sighed in relief. He had been afraid that this young junior, like a young bull unafraid of tigers, would rush in to fight injustice.

Although the sect strictly forbade private duels, where there were people, there were bound to be conflicts of interest—something impossible to completely prevent.

But just as Yin Mochen looked up, he saw Lin Fan walking toward the commotion. Shocked, he quickly finished his meal and hurriedly followed.

What was this junior brother planning to do? He absolutely couldn’t get involved!