“Did anyone come here today to request pill refinement?” he muttered, glancing at the sky. It was already late, and normally a few people should have arrived by now.
“No one,” the boy playing the flute shook his head, puzzled. This was indeed the first time such a situation had occurred.
“Hey, Brother Li, I noticed someone sneaking around. He went into one secret room, then came out and entered another,” the flute-playing boy said, watching the shadow moving back and forth, which raised his suspicions.
“Oh? Is that so? Let’s go see what’s going on,” Li Shun said nonchalantly. Although he didn’t take it too seriously, this was, after all, his territory, and he wouldn’t allow others to act recklessly here.
…
Inside the pill refining chamber, Lin Fan was frantically digging up black mud. This mud had absorbed the residual medicinal power from countless refining sessions over the years and had itself acquired herbal properties.
Each piece taken was one less, but Lin Fan hadn’t expected that this black mud could actually be used as a substitute for refining Suyuan Pills.
Lin Fan checked the pills in his bag and nodded in satisfaction. He already had over a thousand pills, and he had switched chambers several times.
Once he finished digging up the black mud in this room, it should be enough.
The pills would more than cover the refining fees.
Just then, the door to the pill refining chamber was suddenly pushed open. Lin Fan was startled, as if caught in the act of doing something wrong, and immediately activated his invisibility.
Seeing no one inside, the flute-playing boy took a step forward.
“Ouch!”
At that moment, the black mud at the doorway had already been completely dug out by Lin Fan. The boy lost his footing and fell flat on the ground.
“This…” the flute-playing boy tried to speak but was struck heavily on the neck and instantly knocked unconscious.
“Phew…” Lin Fan exhaled in relief. It seemed the pill refining chamber wasn’t safe after all, if anyone could just walk in like this.
He, the sixth-generation Sect Leader of the Saint Devil Sect, would certainly lose face if anyone discovered he had been stealing black mud.
Lin Fan took a glance at the unconscious boy, then continued digging up the black mud. With each scoop, he tossed it into the pill furnace, which continuously produced refined Suyuan Pills.
Before long, when all the black mud in this secret room had been dug up, Lin Fan let out a sigh of relief. He had finally finished.
One thousand three hundred Suyuan Pills—enough to support the cleanup work, and even leave a surplus.
As Lin Fan stepped over the unconscious disciple and prepared to leave, he suddenly stopped, stroking his chin thoughtfully. Leaving like this felt somewhat wrong.
He looked at the unconscious disciple on the ground, and a slow smile crept across his lips.
Hehe…
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It was unknown how much time had passed, but Li Shun had been trying to summon his flute-playing boy for quite a while. After waiting this long and seeing none of yesterday’s pill-refining applicants show up, Li Shun had grown quite bored.
He had wanted to summon his flute-playing boy to play a tune to relieve his boredom.
But now, even the boy’s shadow was nowhere to be found, which immediately angered Li Shun.
This flute-playing boy was getting too bold, daring to leave without permission, thinking he could act recklessly just because Li Shun favored him. When he returned, Li Shun would definitely have to give him a proper lesson.
“Ah… Brother Li, help!” Just then, a cry for help came from outside. Li Shun immediately recognized it as his flute-playing boy’s voice.
Hearing the panic in his voice, it seemed something major had happened. Without further thought, Li Shun rushed out.
But as soon as he saw the scene, Li Shun was stunned.
His flute-playing boy was completely naked…
This… this…
“What are you doing?” Embarrassed, Li Shun didn’t even want to speak further.
“Brother, I was robbed…”
…
At this moment, Lin Fan was walking along the path in a very good mood. That guy had entered without knocking, which was quite rude. So Lin Fan had not only taken all his belongings but also stripped off his clothes and threw them into the pill furnace, teaching him a lesson about the dangers of barging in without permission.
Humming a little tune, Lin Fan walked happily, nodding politely at the Saint Sect disciples around him.
His path forward was becoming increasingly smooth. Under the protection of the Saint Sect, developing the Saint Devil Sect should be no problem. However, he also needed to improve his own cultivation.
In this world of survival of the fittest, weakness meant being beaten.
However, he couldn’t forget to develop the Saint Devil Sect.
Once boasting tens of thousands of disciples, the Saint Devil Sect had been wiped out by the Nine Great Sects. Now, as the sixth-generation Sect Leader, if he couldn’t rebuild the sect to have hundreds of thousands of disciples, how could he call himself a sect leader?
“The top ten outer sect geniuses, Feng Bu Jue and Ye Shaotian, are having a duel, and Meng Ruoyu is there too.”
“What? Really? Meng Ruoyu is the number one genius among the top ten outer sect disciples, and also a peerless beauty.”
Originally, Lin Fan had wanted to return to the Saint Devil Peak to check things out, but now that there was a commotion ahead, his curiosity was piqued.
After all, he hadn’t seen any conflicts since coming to the Saint Sect.
No, he definitely had to go see it, broaden his horizons, and learn how people resolved disputes within the Saint Sect.
Following the crowd of disciples, Lin Fan quickly arrived at the scene. Looking at the three figures standing in the center, two men and one woman.
The two men both appeared extraordinary, but one of the youths, with his heroic bearing and cold, indifferent expression, exuded a faint aura of kingship.
As for the woman, in Lin Fan’s eyes, she was indeed beautiful, with a graceful figure and delicate features. However, the occasional flashes of disdain in her eyes greatly diminished her appeal in his eyes.
In Lin Fan’s view, a real beauty should have innocent eyes and a delicate, charming demeanor—the ideal companion in his heart.
Lin Fan stretched his ears to listen carefully to the gossip around him.
“I always knew Ye Shaotian wasn’t ordinary. When he fell from his peak, everyone turned against him, but Ruoyu never left his side. She must have known he would rise again.”
“Who would have thought that Feng Bu Jue, one of the top ten geniuses, couldn’t even withstand three moves from him.”
“Ah, three years ago, Ye Shaotian was the top genius among the outer sect disciples. Later, for unknown reasons, his cultivation dropped dramatically, nearly rendering him useless. Now, he’s risen again, even stronger than before. It won’t be long before he becomes an inner sect disciple.”
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As Lin Fan listened to the gossip, a spark of interest ignited in his heart. However, something about the situation seemed off.
“Ye Shaotian, don’t get too cocky. Heaven will take you down.”
Feng Bu Jue, who had been defeated in three moves, glared with bloodshot eyes.
“Heaven’s judgment isn’t something a trash like you can decide,” Ye Shaotian replied coldly, looking at Feng Bu Jue as if he were an ant.
“Why bother talking to such a guy, Ye Brother? He’s just an insignificant stepping stone on your path to greatness,” Ruoyu said, her icy gaze toward the crowd softening into tenderness when she looked at Ye Shaotian, as if he were her only white horse prince in the entire world.
Standing among the crowd, Lin Fan observed the scene, especially the term “Ye Brother,” which made his skin crawl.
A fake innocent girl—definitely a two-faced girl.
Don’t ask Lin Fan how he knows; for someone who had seen countless people like Lin Fan, if he couldn’t tell, then what was he even doing?
Feng Bu Jue was still filled with resentment. Three years ago, Ye Shaotian had been the top genius among the outer sect disciples, looking down on everyone. At that time, Feng Bu Jue had been just an ordinary outer sect disciple, without the status he had now.
That day, Feng Bu Jue had been diligently cultivating, attempting to break through a cultivation barrier. At a critical moment, Ye Shaotian had been fighting with another sect disciple, causing Feng Bu Jue to lose focus and nearly suffer a disastrous backlash.
Later, when Feng Bu Jue had confronted Ye Shaotian, Ye had dismissed him with a single sentence that enraged Feng Bu Jue.
“You’re just one of the countless ordinary disciples in this sect. Get lost and don’t disturb my cultivation.”
On that day, Feng Bu Jue saw nothing but contempt in Ye Shaotian’s eyes, and from then on, he trained relentlessly, not even sparing time for sleep.
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Ye Shaotian looked at the crowd, a faint sneer curling his lips.
Back then, all of you flattered me, but during the three years I spent in self-imposed exile, you mocked and ridiculed me. Now that my cultivation has recovered and surpassed its former level, you’ll probably crawl back like dogs, eager to please me again.
How amusing.
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