Chapter 135: A Perfect Plan

Coming now was far too late for Tianyu, but there was no help for it, because the pill left by his uncle-master was simply too potent.

As an inner sect prodigy, Tianyu had seen all kinds of pills; a single sniff was enough to analyze what a pill was. But that 'Great Common Pill'—he could not identify it.

When Lin Fan appeared at the Sacred Sect, Tianyu was not in the sect but training in the forbidden grounds.

When he returned to the sect, his foundation was ruined, and his body and mind had suffered a heavy blow. How could he have paid attention to what was happening in the sect? Naturally, he did not know that Nameless Peak had been granted to a disciple by the sect leader.

As for whether the pill was poison, he no longer cared. He was merely a cripple now; surely no one would covet him.

But after taking that pill, Tianyu's expression changed instantly. A flame he had never felt before burned fiercely within him, as if it would burst his body apart.

What followed was exactly how one should look after taking the 'Great Common Pill.'

When the medicinal effect passed, he collapsed to the ground. In his mind, he replayed everything that had happened, casting aside all worries.

A divine pill—that was the only answer Tianyu could give after taking it.

"Uncle-master, your disciple Tianyu has made up his mind. I beg you to save your disciple from the sea of suffering." Tianyu prostrated himself, pleading sincerely.

"Come, come, get up." Lin Fan stepped forward and helped Tianyu to his feet. "There's no need to beg me for this. Your uncle-master will naturally restore your foundation."

Lin Fan still wanted to win over this prodigy disciple before him.

Though his foundation was ruined, that didn't mean it couldn't be restored. Once restored, he would still be a prodigy.

"Restoring the foundation is not a one-day task. Now that this place is newly built, there are many empty rooms. Later, my disciple will take you to choose one." Lin Fan's idea was simple: keep him here, then use the full strength of the sect to slowly coax him into joining.

Especially when his foundation was destroyed and his life had hit rock bottom—that was the easiest time to succeed.

"Then your disciple thanks you, uncle-master." Tianyu nodded. Now he could only place all his hope on the other party. Whether he believed it or not, he had to give it a try.

Living like a dog was worse than taking a gamble.

Then Feng Bujue led Tianyu to choose a room.

"Sect Leader, I think the chances of winning him over are very low. He's an inner sect prodigy with deep feelings for the Sacred Sect. It won't be easy for him to join our sect." Zhang Ergou said.

Lin Fan smiled faintly without speaking, then shook his head slightly, fixing his gaze on Zhang Ergou. "Ergou, remember: nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets his mind to it. An iron rod can be ground into a needle. Now he is in a time of disappointment, in urgent need of recognition and emotional care. From now on, you two will have to work a bit harder."

"Yes, disciple understands what to do." Zhang Ergou was sharp-witted and grasped it immediately.

Half a month later.

Tianyu had already stayed on Nameless Peak for half a month without once going down the mountain. The sect made no major moves regarding his disappearance, but Zong Hentian had searched the entire sect without finding him.

In the end, the matter fizzled out, and Tianyu settled on Nameless Peak.

During this time, Lin Fan focused on alchemy. The further he went, the harder it was to level up alchemy. He had been stuck at the nineteenth level for a long time, just a little short of breaking through.

But Lin Fan was not anxious. Advancing in alchemy was inevitable; it would come naturally in due course.

Although Zhang Ergou's talent was mediocre and his cultivation speed slow, Lin Fan occasionally boosted his talent and supplemented him with large amounts of pills. His own cultivation was about to break through to the Xiantian realm.

Zhang Ergou and the others didn't have a system, so they had to rely on their own efforts to cross the Xiantian threshold. When they would break through was up to them.

Feng Bujue was already at the late Xiantian stage, and his strength had grown considerably, but he was still a hair's breadth away from the Xiantian Great Perfection realm. If he broke through, it would probably be within a month.

As for Tianyu, he now had unwavering trust that Lin Fan could restore his foundation.

Because he could already cultivate on his own. Though the speed was slow, to Tianyu, it was a huge improvement.

Being able to cultivate was far better than being a cripple.

Zhang Ergou and Feng Bujue kept Lin Fan's teachings in mind. They worked on Tianyu with persistent persuasion, whispering in his ear, often recounting Lin Fan's life stories and his wise sayings.

All of this—Lin Fan and the two of them had discussed day and night, eventually forming a set of ultimate strategies.

This strategy was tailored to Tianyu's own situation.

It took into account his personality, habits, temper, and various other factors.

At the same time, it would be revised and finalized as Tianyu's mindset gradually changed.

Only people as idle as Lin Fan and the other two would have the time to devise such a strategy.

…

The next day.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out among the outer sect disciples.

Disciples walking through the outer sect all stopped in their tracks, staring fixedly ahead.

"Those are disciples from Jialan Peak."

"Wow, they're so beautiful. Look at the one leading them—her figure is absolutely stunning."

"Shh, keep your voice down. The female disciples of Jialan Peak have terrible tempers."

"Strange. Disciples from Jialan Peak usually don't come down the mountain. Why are so many coming down today? Did something happen?"

"I don't know. Let's follow behind and see. Maybe we'll find out."

…

Zhou Yaoyao was leading a dozen or so junior sisters to Nameless Peak, seeking help from the respected uncle-master.

Feeling the lecherous gazes of the surrounding disciples, Zhou Yaoyao showed disdain and snorted coldly. Compared to Uncle Lin, these people were far too inferior.

"Senior Sister, if even Uncle Lin won't help us this time, we're really in trouble." A female disciple said with tearful eyes, looking pitiful.

"Don't worry. Uncle Lin is a very good person. He won't stand by and do nothing." Zhou Yaoyao said firmly.

…

At that moment, when the outer sect disciples realized that the female disciples of Jialan Peak were heading to Nameless Peak, they were all somewhat stunned.

Could it be that Jialan Peak had also come to ask Uncle Lin to refine pills?

They all had great respect for Uncle Lin of Nameless Peak. If not for him, how could they, as outer sect disciples, be living so well?

Now, who should they go to for pill refining? Naturally, it had to be Uncle Lin.

Although the outer sect of Danding Peak had undergone reforms—now refining pills for free and with greatly increased success rates—for these outer sect disciples, even so, they would not go to Danding Peak.

Because Danding Peak had truly broken their hearts. Moreover, Uncle Lin's pill refining speed was terrifying: materials given that day could be collected the next, and every time there were pleasant surprises.

Besides, Uncle Lin was approachable, and his two disciples treated them like brothers, as close friends. Sometimes they could even stay there to chat and joke around, having a great time.

As for Danding Peak, it could just go cool off somewhere else.