Chapter 11: Title: If You Don’t Submit, Then Fight

A cool breeze blew by,

dispersing all impurities between heaven and earth.

On the martial arts training ground of the Outer Sect, a figure lay on the ground, convulsing violently as if struck by a heavy blow.

Lin Fan cheerfully made his way back. Although the Outer Sect training ground had left him deeply disappointed, this first venture out had gone fairly well.

He had stolen a peach.

Though his experience gain was minimal, his mood was excellent.

“Monkey Steals Peach” gained 200 experience.

Character experience increased by 3,000.

Brother Han, I hope you hold a grudge against me, call in a bunch of thugs, humiliate me, and crush me. Your junior brother will definitely clean himself up and wait for your gracious arrival.

Now that he had entered the Outer Sect, Lin Fan was determined to level up aggressively. Being of low cultivation placed him at a disadvantage in everything he did. No matter what, he must leave the mountain in a grand and glorious manner.

Back in his quarters, Lin Fan lay on the bed, pondering over matters in the Outer Sect.

He needed to provoke widespread anger to create an opportunity. But everyone was holed up inside cultivating. What form of mockery would work best? This was quite a headache.

“Titanium-Class Demon Body”

“Monkey Steals Peach”

How many layers can you both reach?

Lin Fan stared at the ceiling, gradually slipping into deep thought.

Time passed, second by second.

Suddenly, Lin Fan turned over and stood up.

“Right! How could I forget such an important thing!”

“Monkey Steals Peach” and “Titanium-Class Demon Body” complemented each other. If he could steal others’ peaches, why not his own?

Lin Fan looked at his relatively well-developed “younger brother,” then at his own hand, engaged in intense inner conflict.

If this experiment succeeded, he would truly be walking down a path with no return. From then on…

No, no.

At this moment, Lin Fan thought of the pain his brothers had endured after being peached by him, and he suppressed the impulse in his heart.

My eggs can be squeezed, but not stolen.

Yet Lin Fan was still locked in fierce internal struggle.

Far away, in another room,

Han Lu sat there, teeth chattering, body weak and powerless.

“Lin Fan, I will never rest until I have your life!” Han Lu’s eyes seemed ready to spew flames.

To be attacked for no reason, and in such a sensitive area—no man could endure this.

Han Lu was at the Fourth Stage of Mortal Cultivation. No matter how hard he trained, that area hadn’t become an iron wall. Although Lin Fan’s cultivation was much lower than Han Lu’s, his “Monkey Steals Peach” was nearly reaching a level that could ignore defense.

Han Lu clenched his legs and carefully stood up, then walked to the door, glancing outside to confirm no one was around, finally calming his nerves.

Then, a white jade vial appeared in Han Lu’s hand out of thin air.

This item was something Han Lu had accidentally obtained two years ago when he went to the Holy Demon Sect to become a disciple. At the time he obtained the white jade vial, he didn’t even know how to use it. Fortunately, the vial could be stored within his body, undetectable to anyone.

But in the past six months, the white jade vial had suddenly begun reacting, emitting a faint signal.

Han Lu knew the vial’s name was “Jade Pure Vase,” and the other signal told him that the Jade Pure Vase was a personal treasure of someone called “The Compassionate and Merciful Bodhisattva Avalokiteshvara, Savior of Suffering and Misfortune.”

Han Lu had specifically looked up this title before, but found no record of such a figure.

Every day, the Jade Pure Vase condensed a single dewdrop known as Immortal Nectar. Consuming it brought countless benefits—enhancing cultivation, eliminating diseases, and averting disasters.

In just six months, Han Lu had risen from an ordinary mortal to the Fourth Stage of Mortal Cultivation entirely thanks to this.

Then, Han Lu pulled out a martial arts manual he had borrowed from the Elder Instructor—*Sunset Collapse Fist*—flipped to the first page, and began memorizing the technique.

In the past, Han Lu’s memory had not been strong, but after consuming the Immortal Nectar, his memory and comprehension had greatly improved. He had practically reached the level of a genius within the sect.

Han Lu cherished the Jade Pure Vase deeply, though he regretted that it was damaged.

If a broken Jade Pure Vase was already this powerful, how incredible would it be if it were whole? These were the thoughts that filled Han Lu’s mind.

Without further hesitation, Han Lu carefully swallowed a single drop of the Immortal Nectar. Instantly, a surge of heat spread throughout his body.

Immediately, Han Lu sat cross-legged and began circulating the *Sunset Collapse Fist* technique. Once he reached minor mastery of *Sunset Collapse Fist*, he could attempt to break through to the Fifth Stage of Mortal Cultivation.

Today’s humiliation will be repaid in full.

Lin Fan, I won’t forget you.

“Achoo…”

Lin Fan, still in the midst of inner turmoil, couldn’t help but sneeze. Someone must be talking ill of me behind my back.

Lin Fan rubbed his nose thoughtfully.

He was still struggling. Earlier, he had firmly decided never to peach himself.

But if this method truly worked, what then?

How could he give up such a great cultivation method?

Lin Fan paced back and forth, unable to make a decision.

What am I thinking so much for? Death comes, and the bird points to the sky. As long as I’m alive, I have endless years ahead. If I can’t even try for the sake of invincibility and a bright future, what am I even talking about?

At that moment, Lin Fan steeled himself, his hands moving swiftly like lightning.

“Monkey Steals Peach!”

*BOOM!*

In that moment, Lin Fan dropped to his knees in ecstasy, but his previously rosy complexion turned pale. Tears of pain streamed from his once-determined eyes.

Lin Fan lowered his head in pain, both hands clutching his crotch.

Oh my god, I regret it.

Gritting his teeth, Lin Fan knew that whatever he had unleashed, he had to endure it.

*Ding! “Monkey Steals Peach” experience +1.*

*Ding! “Titanium-Class Demon Body” experience +1.*

*Ding! Acquired hidden title: “Defiance Invites Battle.”*

“Defiance Invites Battle: If I can be this cruel to myself, imagine what I can do to you.”

*Effect: Doubles own cultivation power for one incense stick’s time.*

*Durability: One-time use.*

At that moment, Lin Fan no longer cared about any of these notifications. Because right now, he was in excruciating pain—so much pain he felt like killing someone.

Lin Fan swore to the heavens that he would never use such a soul-destroying technique on himself again. From now on, he would diligently gain experience from others.

Lin Fan struggled to his feet, leaning on a nearby table, slowly making his way to the bed, lying down while still covering his crotch, tears silently streaming.

A day’s plan starts with the morning. Let me rest well today and work hard tomorrow.

Trembling, Lin Fan slowly closed his eyes.

In his heart, he wept silently, feeling like a complete fool for doing something like this. But after this experience, at least he understood how much pain his fellow disciples had endured.

He wondered whether Brother Han would gather a group tomorrow to seek revenge. That was something truly worth anticipating.

As for today, Han Brother was probably still lying in bed, trying to recover from his pain.