Lin Fan opened his eyes and his expression instantly changed. Seeing several large faces looming into his vision upon waking was a terrifying experience for anyone.
“What are you doing?” Lin Fan’s voice trembled. He couldn’t help but wonder whether these people had done something inhumane to him while he was unconscious.
For example…
“Big Brother, you’ve finally awakened! I knew you wouldn’t be easily defeated,” a young man beside Lin Fan said excitedly.
“Eh…?”
Lin Fan was taken aback. What did these people mean? When had he become their “Big Brother”? Right, the system had officially activated, and he needed to check it out immediately. Ignoring the surrounding figures, he quickly pulled up his interface.
Name: Lin Fan
Level: 1
Experience: (0/10)
Techniques: “Titanium-Class Demon Body” Level 5 (3000/10000)
Others: To be explored independently.
There wasn’t much change compared to before, except for the experience bar now showing some progress.
“Big Brother must be hungry. Hurry up and get him something to eat!”
“Yeah, yeah…”
Soon after, a steaming bowl of chicken soup was brought over. Lin Fan didn’t say much—his stomach was already growling in protest. Under the envious gazes of the others, he devoured the entire bowl.
He hadn’t expected that even among the sandbag disciples, there were still such delicacies. Not bad, not bad.
“Big Brother must be tired after eating. Let him rest well. Big Brother, you must hold on!”
“In the future, Big Brother will surely become an extraordinary figure.”
Lin Fan opened his eyes, and his facial expression instantly changed. The first thing he saw was several round faces looming into view, which would be a terrifying sight for anyone.
“What are you doing?” Lin Fan’s voice trembled. Had these guys done something inhumane to him while he was unconscious?
For example…
“Big brother, you’re finally awake! I knew you weren’t someone who could be easily defeated,” a man standing around Lin Fan said excitedly.
“Uh…”
Lin Fan was stunned. What did these guys mean? When had he become their “big brother”? Oh right, the system had officially activated. He needed to study it immediately. Ignoring the others, he quickly checked the system.
Name: Lin Fan.
Level: 1.
Experience: (0/10).
Cultivation Technique: “Titanium Demon Body” Level 5 (3000/10000).
Other features to be explored.
There wasn’t much change from before, except for the experience points.
“Big brother must be hungry. Hurry up and get him some food!”
“Yes, yes…”
Not long after, a large bowl of fragrant chicken soup was brought over. Lin Fan didn’t say much. His stomach was growling in protest, and under the envious gazes of the others, he devoured the entire bowl.
Who would have thought that these fellow punching bags had such good stuff hidden away? Not bad, not bad.
“Big brother must be tired after eating. Let him rest properly. Big brother, you must hang in there!”
“Big brother will surely become a dragon among men in the future.”
“It’s just a pity that Er Gou Dan was unfortunately killed this morning and won’t get to witness big brother’s future glory.”
…
As a demonic sect, life and death were common in the Saint Demon Sect. Every day, members of the punching bag group died, and such events were no longer surprising.
After everyone left, one person stayed behind.
He was short, not particularly strong, and his appearance wasn’t exactly pleasing to the eye. Surviving in the punching bag group was already a testament to his talent.
“Big brother, this is my family’s inherited cultivation technique. I believe it should go to someone capable. Big brother, you’re the genius among us. You must keep going strong.” The man pulled out a tattered, blue-covered manual from his chest and handed it to Lin Fan.
Lin Fan didn’t stand on ceremony. He took it and looked at the man. “Alright, if you survive and I become a dominant figure in the world, I’ll make sure you rise to greatness.”
This was the first promise Lin Fan had made to anyone since arriving in this world.
“Uh…”
“Big brother, don’t be like this. I… I just hope you’ll do your best.” Clearly, the man didn’t take Lin Fan’s promise seriously. In his eyes, big brother was just blowing hot air.
Lin Fan didn’t say much more. He knew the man didn’t believe him.
Adding flowers to a brocade is not as valuable as delivering coal in the snow. Now that he was just starting out, Lin Fan would remember those who helped him. He silently memorized the man’s face, vowing to repay him generously in the future.
“Big brother, you should rest well. I’ll head back now.”
“Mm.” Lin Fan nodded, then began to study the manual.
“Ding, would you like to learn the low-tier technique ‘Monkey Steals the Peach’?”
Of course, he would. Even a mosquito’s meat is still meat.
Especially in this world, Lin Fan, though not a high-ranking member of the sect, knew that sects guarded their techniques closely. The idea that becoming an outer disciple would grant access to the sect’s library to pick techniques was complete nonsense.
For a sect, there were at least tens of thousands of outer disciples, if not hundreds of thousands. There weren’t enough techniques for everyone to choose from.
In the end, one had to rely on oneself.
“Ding, ‘Monkey Steals the Peach’ has been learned.”
“Level 1 (0/10).”
Here we go again. ‘Monkey Steals the Peach’ only had two levels. Who knew how many levels it could actually reach?
Though ‘Monkey Steals the Peach’ was a low-tier technique, Lin Fan believed that even garbage could be elevated to a supreme level.
‘Monkey Steals the Peach’ had only one move, but for men, it was a move of devastating power—a single strike to crush one’s family jewels.
Lin Fan took a deep breath, and his body moved instantly. His right hand formed a claw, as if aiming for the dragon’s lair, reaching for that indescribable spot.
“+2.”
“+2.”
…
“Ding, the low-tier technique ‘Monkey Steals the Peach’ has reached Level 2. Character experience +10.”
“Ding, character has leveled up.”
Haha… Lin Fan laughed heartily. In less than a minute, ‘Monkey Steals the Peach’ had reached Level 2. It seemed he truly was a prodigy.
If he could raise ‘Monkey Steals the Peach’ to Level 100, he’d be able to crush even the heavens’ family jewels.
Name: Lin Fan.
Level: 2. (Postnatal Realm pending activation)
Experience: (0/20).
Cultivation Technique: “Titanium Demon Body” Level 5 (3000/10000).
‘Monkey Steals the Peach’ Level 2 (10/50).
…
Lin Fan got up and hurried to the training grounds. How could he waste such a precious time? He had to make the most of it.
The other members of the punching bag group, seeing their big brother rush off, were filled with confusion.
“What is big brother going to do?”
“Wasn’t big brother seriously injured? Why does he seem so vigorous and full of life? Is he really okay?”
“Oh no, yesterday big brother suffered for us. Earlier, I mentioned that Er Gou Dan was killed by those outer disciple candidates. He must be going to seek revenge.”
“Big brother is such a righteous person. He’s bound to cause trouble. We must follow him.”
…
Not long after, Lin Fan arrived at the bustling training grounds.
Looking at the outer disciple candidates training hard, Lin Fan was overjoyed. These guys were all experience points!
“Titanium Demon Body” had already reached Level 5. He wondered how much experience these guys could give him.
The thought alone made Lin Fan almost unable to contain himself.
“Everyone, stop!” Lin Fan roared, just like he had the day before.
This roar was even louder than yesterday.
The outer disciple candidates on the training grounds were stunned when they saw who had shouted. They immediately began whispering among themselves.
“It’s that guy again.”
“This guy was half-dead yesterday. How is he so lively today?”
“Hmph, after yesterday’s lesson, I doubt he’ll dare to act up again.”
…
As soon as the outer disciple candidates finished speaking, Lin Fan placed one hand on his hip and pointed forward with the other, as if commanding the world.
“Everyone… forgive me for being blunt…”
But before Lin Fan could finish, the outer disciple candidates erupted.
“Brothers, this guy is provoking us again, insulting us. He must pay the price!”
…
Lin Fan smiled as he watched the outer disciple candidates charge at him, feeling quite pleased.
“Teachable indeed. After yesterday, they’ve learned to extrapolate. Not bad, not bad.”
“Let’s see how much experience you can give ‘Titanium Demon Body.’ I just hope it’s not too little…”
Lin Fan looked at these outstanding young men with great anticipation…
“+0.”
“+0.”
…
At that moment, Lin Fan’s expression suddenly changed.
What the hell…
This… this.
“Kid, today you’ll learn what a miserable end looks like.”
“You’ve got no memory, huh? Do you really think we’re easy to mess with?”
“I’m the son of the Southern King. My ‘Inferno Technique’ has long been mastered. Let me show you what it’s like to suffer a living hell.”
…
Lin Fan looked at these furious outer disciple candidates. If this had been yesterday, he would have been thrilled, because the harder they fought, the more benefits he’d gain.
But now…
“You little bastards, since you’re so useless, let me show you the most terrifying martial art in the world, a pain you’ll never forget for eternity…”
“Monkey Steals the Peach…”
…
…
As a sect of the Devil’s Gate, life and death were common occurrences in the Holy Devil Sect. Every day, sandbag disciples died—it was nothing unusual.
After everyone had left, one person remained behind.
He was short and not particularly strong, his appearance somewhat disappointing to the general public. Yet surviving among the sandbag disciples alone made him somewhat of a talent.
“Big Brother, this is a family inheritance technique from my ancestors. I believe it should go to someone worthy. Big Brother is the genius among us—please keep striving!” The man pulled out a worn, time-worn blue-covered manual from his chest and handed it to Lin Fan.
Lin Fan didn’t hesitate—he accepted it, then looked at the man before him. “Alright. From now on, if you don’t die and I manage to become a supreme figure in this world, I will ensure your rise to prominence.”
This was the first promise Lin Fan had made since arriving in this world.
“Eh…”
“Big Brother, you don’t have to say that. I… I just want you to keep working hard.” Obviously, the man didn’t take Lin Fan’s promise seriously. In his eyes, Lin Fan’s words sounded like exaggerated boasting.
Lin Fan didn’t say much more—he knew the other didn’t believe him.
A promise made in prosperity wasn’t as valuable as one made in adversity. At this early stage of his journey, Lin Fan cherished those who had helped him. He silently memorized the man’s face, vowing to repay him in the future.
“Big Brother, I’ll take my leave now and let you rest.”
“Alright.” Lin Fan nodded, then turned his attention to the manual.
“Ding! Low-grade manual ‘Monkey Steals the Peach’—Would you like to learn it?”
Of course he wanted to learn it—even the smallest mosquito was still meat.
In this world, although Lin Fan wasn’t an elite disciple of the sect, he knew that martial techniques were tightly guarded. The idea that outer disciples could freely choose techniques from a scripture pavilion was complete nonsense.
For any sect, there could be tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of outer disciples. There simply weren’t enough techniques for everyone to choose from.
In this world, one must rely on oneself.
“Ding! Learning ‘Monkey Steals the Peach.'”
“Level 1 (0/10).”
Here we go again. Although “Monkey Steals the Peach” only had two levels, who knew how many levels it could be upgraded to.
Though it was a low-grade technique, Lin Fan believed that even if it was trash, he could elevate it to the highest level.
“Monkey Steals the Peach” had only one move. For men, this move possessed world-shattering power—one grab, and your testicles would be crushed.
Lin Fan took a deep breath, his body suddenly moving. His right hand formed into a claw, as if charging straight into the heart of the matter, aiming precisely at that delicate area.
“+2.”
“+2.”
…
“Ding! Low-grade technique ‘Monkey Steals the Peach’ has advanced to level 2. Character experience +10.”
“Ding! Character level up.”
Hahahaha… Lin Fan laughed loudly. He hadn’t expected that within less than a minute, “Monkey Steals the Peach” had already reached level 2. Truly a genius beyond compare.
If he could raise “Monkey Steals the Peach” to level 100, he might even crush the heavens’ own balls.
Name: Lin Fan
Level: 2 (Post-Heavenly Realm awaiting activation)
Experience: (0/20)
Techniques: “Titanium-Class Demon Body” Level 5 (3000/10000)
“Monkey Steals the Peach” Level 2 (10/50)
…
Lin Fan quickly got up and rushed toward the training ground. Such precious time in life couldn’t be wasted—he must make full use of it.
The sandbag disciples living nearby saw their Big Brother hurrying off and were puzzled.
“Where is Big Brother going?”
“Wasn’t Big Brother seriously injured? But his steps seem strong and full of vitality. Could he have recovered already?”
“Oh no! Yesterday, Big Brother suffered for our sake. Just now I mentioned that Er Goudan was killed by the outer sect candidates—it must be that he’s going to seek revenge!”
“A Big Brother with such strong sense of righteousness will surely cause trouble. We must follow him!”
…
Not long after, Lin Fan arrived at the bustling training ground.
Looking at the outer sect candidates diligently training, Lin Fan’s heart leaped with excitement—these were all sources of experience!
The “Titanium-Class Demon Body” had already reached level 5. He wondered how much more experience these people could offer him.
The thought made him almost unable to contain himself.
“Stop!” Lin Fan roared, just as he had the day before.
This roar was even louder than yesterday.
The outer sect candidates, upon seeing who had shouted, froze in place, then began whispering among themselves.
“It’s that guy again.”
“This fellow was half-dead yesterday after we beat him. How come he’s so energetic today?”
“Hmph, after yesterday’s lesson, I bet he dares not act up again.”
…
Just as the outer sect candidate finished speaking, Lin Fan stood with one hand on his hip, pointing forward like a general commanding the battlefield, shouting,
“Everyone… forgive my bluntness…”
But before Lin Fan could finish speaking, the outer sect candidates erupted into chaos.
“Senior brothers, this guy dares to provoke us again and insult us verbally. He must be punished!”
…
Lin Fan smiled as he watched the charging outer sect candidates, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.
“Admirable! After yesterday’s lesson, they can now apply what they’ve learned to other situations. Not bad, not bad.”
“Now let’s see how much more experience the ‘Titanium-Class Demon Body’ can gain from you. I just hope it’s not too little…”
Lin Fan gazed at the group of promising young men with high expectations…
“+0.”
“+0.”
…
At this moment, Lin Fan, who had been full of anticipation, suddenly changed expression.
What the hell…
This… this…
“Today, I’ll let you know what true suffering feels like.”
“You haven’t learned your lesson. Do you really think we’re easy targets?”
“I am the son of the Marquis of the Southern Border, and my Hellfire Cultivation is already perfected. Let me show you the torment of living worse than death.”
…
Lin Fan looked at the furious outer sect candidates. If it had been yesterday, he would have been excited—because the harder they fought, the more benefits he would gain.
But now…
“You little bastards are so useless. Then let me show you the most terrifying martial arts in the world, something you’ll never forget for the rest of your lives…”
“Monkey Steals the Peach…”
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