“It seems like Senior Brother Ye is in great pain,” the outer sect disciples murmured, seeing Ye Shaotian’s hideous expression, their hearts involuntarily quaking.
“Yeah, look! Senior Brother Ye is actually shedding tears. I’ve never seen him cry before.”
“If it had been me, I’m sure I’d be dead by now. That kick was just too terrifying.”
…
At this moment, the outer sect disciples all looked at Lin Fan with fear in their eyes.
It was too horrifying. Ye Shaotian, who had made such a strong comeback, was now crouched on the ground, covering his crotch with both hands, his body trembling.
The wave of sorrow emanating from him made everyone present feel as if they couldn’t breathe.
It was tragic—far too tragic.
“Master…” Feng Buju looked at Lin Fan with some trepidation. He had clearly seen that kick—fast, precise, and ruthless, executed in one smooth motion without hesitation. Clearly, Lin Fan was an old hand at this.
Feng Buju dared not say anything at this moment. He was afraid—deeply afraid. If the master decided to give him a kick like that, it would truly be a tragedy.
Lin Fan looked at Feng Buju, then at Ye Shaotian writhing in pain on the ground. Ye’s bloodshot eyes locked onto Lin Fan with such intensity that Lin’s heart was pounding nervously.
It was the kind of gaze reserved for a mortal enemy.
“Retreat…” At this moment, Lin Fan didn’t say a word. He immediately turned around, mumbled something softly, and quickly withdrew.
Feng Buju had just wanted to say something when he saw the master already fleeing. Where would he dare to linger? He immediately followed closely behind the master.
He had definitely gone too far this time.
…
“My dear Brother Ye…” Ruo Mengyu, now somewhat flustered, squatted down, wanting to check on how her beloved Senior Brother Ye was doing.
“Don’t touch me… don’t touch me,” Ye Shaotian muttered. Right now, he felt as if his soul had ascended to the heavens—going up and down repeatedly. This sensation left Ye Shaotian feeling deeply unsettled.
Seeing Ye Shaotian in this state, Ruo Mengyu didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t bring herself to touch him, yet she couldn’t just leave him either. Eventually, she turned her gaze in resentment toward the retreating figure in the distance.
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At Wuming Peak, Lin Fan let out a sigh of relief. Finally, he had left. This time, he was sure he had made a powerful enemy.
In Lin Fan’s eyes, the current state of the Holy Demon Sect was pitiful—there wasn’t even one decent disciple to speak of. Everything had to be done by himself personally, without even a shred of the master’s commanding aura. It was truly degrading.
As for Feng Buju, Lin Fan held him in high regard. His cultivation was solid, and he seemed like a hardworking and resilient person, which greatly pleased Lin Fan.
Most importantly, Feng had nowhere else to go. Under Lin Fan’s loving care, he would surely be brainwashed.
“Master, you’re back!” At this moment, Zhang Erdou, who was supervising the weeding work, saw the figure at the entrance and excitedly ran over.
“Mm.” Lin Fan nodded, glancing ahead. Among the tall weeds, many disciples were diligently weeding, which pleased Lin Fan greatly. It seemed no one had been slacking off.
The progress of the weeding was also quite good. It wouldn’t take many more days to finish.
“Master, is this really the sect?” Feng Buju looked at the scene before him, a faint sadness spreading in his heart. He had imagined that the Holy Demon Sect might not be great, but he had never expected it to be so rundown.
That two-story wooden house left Feng Buju feeling deeply disheartened.
“Yes, what do you think? Isn’t it quite nice?” Lin Fan asked with a smile, looking at everything before him.
Everything here was progressing according to his vision. Before long, it would be completely transformed.
Feng Buju looked at the master and finally could only reluctantly answer with a resigned “Mm.”
That single “Mm” carried a thousand emotions.
He accepted it, gave in, and resigned himself to it—this was just how it would be.
At least he could still stay in the Holy Sect.
Lin Fan was secretly delighted. This was his sect! Once the Holy Demon Sect became the most powerful sect in Xuanhuang, he would be the greatest contributor.
Fellow disciples, did you see that? This junior brother is just that awesome.
“Master, where will I live from now on?” Feng Buju asked at this moment.
He probably couldn’t stay in the outer sect quarters anymore and would have to live on this mountain peak from now on.
“You… you…” Lin Fan hesitated momentarily, then glanced around, “Oh, just go cut down a few trees and build a small house next to mine.”
“Huh?” Feng Buju was taken aback. Build a house himself?
“Self-reliance brings abundance. The path of cultivation isn’t just about training; it’s also about learning to take care of yourself. What would you do if you were deep in the wilderness one day?” Lin Fan spoke with a straight face, delivering a grand principle, asking Feng Buju if he was afraid or not.
At this moment, Feng Buju was genuinely afraid. “Master, disciple understands.”
“Mm.” Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction. But in his heart, a thousand horses galloped by—this place was so poor that it was covered in nothing but grass. If he didn’t do it himself, would the master really do it?
…
After arranging everything, Lin Fan returned to his small wooden house. Regarding that divine kick today, Lin Fan had a slight doubt.
Just a quiet extension of his foot had created a martial arts technique. It was truly unexpected.
Since the system update, Lin Fan had felt somewhat confused.
He checked the details of “Ball-Kicking Technique.” In Lin Fan’s opinion, this martial art was quite inhumane.
“Ball-Kicking Technique: Unranked martial art. The essence is ‘kick where there’s an opening.’ This technique only works on males. The male genitalia has densely packed pain nerves. A heavy strike can instantly incapacitate the opponent, causing local swelling, bleeding, and shrinkage. A light strike can provoke extreme anger, increasing the opponent’s power by one hundred percent. Upgradable.”
At this moment, Lin Fan was convinced. Although the “Ball-Kicking Technique” wasn’t listed in the system’s introduction, when he thought about this martial art, specific details appeared in his mind.
Especially its effects, which impressed Lin Fan greatly.
Wasn’t this a double-edged sword?
A heavy strike could take away the opponent’s combat ability, while a light strike could provoke rage, causing a hundred percent increase in strength.
Lin Fan thought carefully and felt that the description of this skill wasn’t unreasonable.
Indeed, a heavy strike with the “Ball-Kicking Technique” could make someone wish for death, while a light strike could instantly trigger the opponent’s potential, making them furious and determined to fight to the death.
Good, very good.
Lin Fan was quite satisfied with this skill. The fact that it could be upgraded further made him very excited. He couldn’t wait to see what it would be like after future upgrades.
But at this moment, Lin Fan felt he should go check on Ye Shaotian.
Although the guy had been a bit reckless, judging from his appearance just now, he seemed genuinely in pain.
In the future, they would inevitably meet often within the sect. It would be better to visit him and show his goodwill.
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