Chapter 11 Title: If You Disagree, Fight

A cool breeze blew past.

It scattered all the filth between heaven and earth.

On the outer sect training ground, a man lay on the ground, twitching incessantly, as if struck by some heavy blow.

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Lin Fan returned cheerfully. Although the outer sect training ground had disappointed him greatly, this first outing was still decent.

He had stolen a peach.

Though his experience hadn't increased much, his mood was very pleasant.

"Monkey Steals Peach" added 200 experience.

Character experience increased by 3000.

Senior Brother Han, I hope you hold a grudge against me, call a bunch of thugs, humiliate me severely, and torment me. Your junior brother will definitely wash up and wait for your arrival.

Having entered the outer sect, Lin Fan was determined to level up recklessly. With his cultivation being inferior, he couldn't let loose in anything. No matter what, he had to make a spectacular exit from the mountain.

Back in his dwelling, Lin Fan lay on the bed, pondering matters of the outer sect.

No matter what, he had to incur public wrath to have a chance. But with everyone holed up in their rooms cultivating, what form of mockery would work was also a headache.

"Titanium-Level Demon Body"

"Monkey Steals Peach"

What are your ultimate limits?

Lin Fan stared at the ceiling, gradually entering a thinking mode.

Time passed minute by minute.

Lost in thought, Lin Fan suddenly turned over and stood up.

"Right, how could I forget such an important thing?"

"Monkey Steals Peach" and "Titanium-Level Demon Body" complement each other. If I can steal others' peaches, then I can steal my own peach.

Lin Fan looked at his own fairly developed little brother, then at his hand, engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

If this experiment really succeeded, he would truly be on a path of no return. From now on...

No, no.

At this moment, Lin Fan thought of the fellow disciples who had suffered painfully after having their peaches stolen, and he suppressed his impulse.

My eggs can only be rubbed, not stolen.

And while Lin Fan was still in the midst of his fierce struggle,

far away in another room,

Han Lu sat there, teeth chattering, his whole body weak.

"Lin Fan, I will never rest until you are dead." Han Lu's eyes seemed ready to spit fire.

Being attacked for no reason, and in that place—no man could endure it.

Han Lu's cultivation was at the fourth level of the Houtian stage. No matter how he trained, he hadn't turned that area into iron walls. Although Lin Fan's cultivation was much lower than Han Lu's, this "Monkey Steals Peach" technique was nearly raised by Lin Fan to the level of ignoring defense.

Han Lu stood up carefully with his legs together, then went to the door, looked outside, and after confirming no one was there, he relaxed.

Then a white jade bottle appeared in Han Lu's hand out of thin air.

This item was something Han Lu had obtained by chance two years ago when he went to the Sacred Demon Sect to become a disciple. At the time, Han Lu didn't know how to use it. Fortunately, the white jade bottle could be stored inside his body, undetectable by anyone.

But just half a year ago, the white jade bottle suddenly reappeared, sending a signal from within.

Han Lu learned that the white jade bottle was called the "Jade Purification Vase," and another signal indicated that this vase was a personal treasure of someone called "Namo Great Compassionate, Great Merciful, Savior of Suffering, Vastly Responsive Guanyin Bodhisattva."

Han Lu specifically inquired about this name but never found any record of such a person.

This Jade Purification Vase condensed a drop of dew each day, called Immortal Fat Dew. After taking it, its effects were endless—not only could it enhance cultivation, but it could also eliminate all diseases and disasters.

Han Lu's ability to go from an ordinary mortal to the fourth level of Houtian in just half a year was entirely due to this.

Then Han Lu took out a technique manual, "Cang Sun Collapsing Fist," which he had borrowed from the Elder of Technique Transmission. He opened the first page, read the mental method thoroughly, and memorized it.

Han Lu's memory hadn't been strong before, but after taking the Immortal Fat Dew, his memory and comprehension greatly improved, reaching the level of the sect's geniuses.

Han Lu treasured the Jade Purification Vase greatly, but it was damaged, which he deeply regretted.

This incomplete vase was already so powerful; what would it be like if it were intact? Han Lu looked forward to it.

Han Lu didn't think much more. He carefully swallowed a drop of Immortal Fat Dew, and instantly a warm current filled his body.

Han Lu immediately sat cross-legged and began to circulate the mental method of "Cang Sun Collapsing Fist." Once he reached the minor achievement level, he could attempt a breakthrough to the fifth level of Houtian.

Today's grudge is recorded; I will repay it in full in the future.

Lin Fan, I remember you.

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"Achoo..."

Lin Fan, still in the midst of his fierce inner struggle, couldn't help but sneeze. Which bastard was talking behind his back?

Lin Fan rubbed his nose, thinking.

At this moment, Lin Fan was still struggling. Although he had previously resolved never to steal his own peach,

but what if it really worked?

How could he give up such a good cultivation method?

Lin Fan paced back and forth, unable to make up his mind.

Oh, screw it...

Why think so much? A man dies with his bird facing the sky; if he doesn't die, he lives ten thousand years. For the sake of invincibility and a bright future, if he can't even make this attempt, what's the point?

At this moment, Lin Fan threw caution to the wind, moving quickly like lightning.

"Monkey Steals Peach."

"Bang..."

In that instant, Lin Fan knelt down in agony. His originally rosy complexion turned pale, and a few tears of pain spilled from his resolute eyes.

Lin Fan bowed his head in pain, both hands covering his crotch.

Damn, I regret it.

Lin Fan gritted his teeth. The fart he let out, he had to smell it on his knees.

"Ding, 'Monkey Steals Peach' experience +1."

"Ding, 'Titanium-Level Demon Body' experience +1."

"Ding, obtained hidden title: If You Disagree, Fight."

"If You Disagree, Fight: I can treat even myself cruelly, let alone you."

"Attribute: When activated, doubles your own cultivation for the duration of one incense stick."

"Duration: One-time use."

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At this moment, Lin Fan no longer paid attention to these things, because he was in so much pain, so much pain that he felt like killing someone.

Lin Fan swore to heaven that he would never use such a physically and mentally destructive move on himself again. From now on, he would honestly level up by targeting others.

Lin Fan stood up with difficulty, supporting himself on a nearby table, walked to the bed, then slowly lay down, silently clutching his crotch, tears flowing.

The morning is the best time of day; let me rest well today and work hard tomorrow.

Then Lin Fan, trembling, closed his eyes slightly.

In his heart, he silently shed tears, feeling that he was truly a fool to have done such a thing. But after this experience, he could understand how painful his fellow disciples felt.

I wonder if Senior Brother Han will gather a bunch of people tomorrow to take revenge on me. That's really something to look forward to.

As for today, forget it. Senior Brother Han is probably lying in bed too, alleviating his pain.

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