Chapter 119: Dream of Being a Handyman? Go Dream On

The next day, as the morning sun rose, two figures descended from the middle of Nameless Peak, appearing quiet and solitary.

"Senior Brother, how did you sleep last night?" Feng Bujue yawned, carrying the promotional banner on his shoulder, his heavy eyelids struggling to stay open, as if once they fell, they would never open again.

"And you?" Zhang Ergou replied listlessly.

"Not well," Feng Bujue said helplessly.

"I didn't sleep well either..." Zhang Ergou responded.

They had no idea what had happened at the Sect Leader's place the night before. A series of beast-like roars came from the Sect Leader's room. They had wanted to check it out, but remembering the Sect Leader's instruction not to disturb him, they went to sleep with curiosity in their hearts.

But the sound did not fade with time; instead, it grew heavier and louder.

In the end, they barely slept all night, tormented by the demonic sounds from the Sect Leader's side.

...

On Nameless Peak.

Lin Fan lay there drenched in sweat, his forehead covered in perspiration, his eyes revealing a desire to die. He swore to heaven that if he ever took "Da Fan Ge" again, may he be struck by lightning and die a miserable death. What a scam, a complete scam of a pill.

This Sect Leader's reputation has been ruined by this pill. I wonder if Zhang Ergou and the other know the truth.

When the two return tonight, if they look at me with any strange expressions, I won't mind keeping them penned up and not letting them out.

Damn it, utterly damn it. This pill will be my number one enemy.

But the feeling after taking this pill is really damn good. No wonder I, the master, refined it—the effect is impressive.

...

Among the outer disciples, many gathered at the spot where Zhang Ergou and the others had set up their stall.

Yesterday, the ten genius outer disciples all came out of seclusion to refine pills here. They wondered how it went and whether the pills were successfully made.

But in their view, how could Nameless Peak possibly succeed? These pills seemed to be of very high grade, even treasures on Alchemy Peak.

They couldn't be refined just like that.

Moreover, refining a high-grade pill required a lot of time. To refine so many materials overnight was absolutely impossible in the eyes of the outer disciples.

So they came in the morning to see the joke, to see Nameless Peak eat its words.

"Look, not one of the ten outer disciples has come, not even Ye Shaotian. They must not think much of Nameless Peak and know it's a waste of time. The pills definitely weren't made."

"Who knows what relationship Brother Ye has with Nameless Peak."

"Who knows? Hey, look, the people from Nameless Peak are here. They seem listless. They must have failed and don't know how to explain themselves," mocked an outer disciple.

"Haha, there'll be a good show soon. Nameless Peak has no real skill but dared to boast. It's laughable."

"I wonder if they even tried to refine the pills. Those materials are priceless. Maybe they didn't refine them at all and just pocketed the materials."

...

The crowd buzzed with discussion, clearly no one believed Nameless Peak could refine those pills.

Zhang Ergou and Feng Bujue didn't know what the outer disciples in the distance were saying about them, but seeing so many people waiting, Zhang Ergou perked up.

"Junior Brother, perk up. We can't lose face for Nameless Peak in front of these outer disciples," Zhang Ergou said.

Feng Bujue immediately straightened up, struggling to keep his eyelids open. "Senior Brother, don't worry."

...

"Zhang Ergou, have you refined the pills the ten senior brothers gave you? From the looks of it, you must have failed," an outer disciple asked with a smile, his disdain fully exposed, unafraid of offending them.

"Who..." Feng Bujue started to retort, realizing this group had gathered to see them make fools of themselves.

But before he could finish, Zhang Ergou pulled him back. Feng Bujue exchanged a glance with his senior brother, then smiled and said nothing. It seemed his senior brother had a plan.

Zhang Ergou looked at the mocking crowd and didn't argue. Let them gloat for now; later, they'd slap their faces hard.

This tactic was learned from the Sect Leader.

Zhang Ergou remembered the Sect Leader's teaching: "When others mock and insult you, don't rush. Slowly build up the feeling, then slap their faces hard."

Feng Bujue didn't feel much impact from these words, but to Zhang Ergou, they were golden maxims. Only such a lofty Sect Leader could utter such profound words.

"Whether we succeeded or not, what's it to you?" Zhang Ergou said, hands behind his back, calm and composed, exuding an aura of disdain that spread across the scene, irritating the outer disciples.

"Heh, to us? Nothing. But if Nameless Peak can refine the pills, I, Wang Baofei, will go to Nameless Peak and be a handyman," said an outer disciple.

Zhang Ergou looked him up and down and sneered, "You? You don't even qualify to be a handyman."

What was Nameless Peak? It was the future number one sect in the world. This guy wanted to become a handyman disciple of Nameless Peak through mockery? Dream on.

Once Nameless Peak grew, the handyman positions would be fought over.

Zhang Ergou had foresight and was full of confidence, because the storage pouch at his waist contained the divine pills refined by the Sect Leader.

When the ten outer senior brothers arrived and the pills were brought out, it would blind their dog eyes.

"Zhang Ergou, don't just talk big. Let's see what you can produce."

"Hmph, boring. I can't be bothered with you," Zhang Ergou waved his hand, not wanting to argue further. He looked into the distance, puzzled. Why hadn't the ten outer senior brothers come yet?

...

At that moment, in the outer disciples' residential area.

"Senior Brother Sword, Uncle Lin must have finished refining the pills. Let's go collect them together," Ye Shaotian had woken early and went door to door, but the results were disappointing.

The fellow disciples clearly didn't believe the pills could be successfully refined.

Ye Shaotian had promised many benefits to get the senior brothers to show up, but in his eyes, it was all worth it. Uncle Lin treated him so sincerely; what was a little sacrifice?

"Junior Brother Ye, this senior brother has matters to attend to today and won't go. As for the pills, I appreciate your sentiment. Whether they succeed or not doesn't matter. Even the chief disciple of Alchemy Peak's Supreme Elder couldn't refine them. Do you really think Nameless Peak can? Alright, this senior brother won't go." Sword Wudi's voice from inside the room was calm as a blade.

Ye Shaotian stood at the door, at a loss, and could only sigh.