Chapter 14: Fancy Shouts, Unleash Your Potential

"Ding, congratulations on the upgrade of <Titanium-Grade Demon Body>."

Hearing this prompt, Lin Fan revealed a joyful smile. Hard work pays off; as long as you put in the effort, there will always be a reward.

"Hey, fellow disciples, stop quickly. He seems to be on his last legs." Just as Lin Fan was immersed in joy, a nearby outer disciple exclaimed.

"What?"

"We were too impulsive. We're all fellow disciples; how could we do such a thing?"

"Hurry and take him to heal. We can't let anything really happen."

Han Lu had been standing not far away, watching everything unfold with a smile on his lips. If that guy really died, it would serve him right.

But at that moment, Lin Fan hurriedly shouted and taunted, "You bunch of scum, you think you can beat me to death? You're just flattering yourselves. I look down on you, and I'll keep looking down on you..."

Han Lu, who had been smiling, suddenly changed his expression, somewhat stunned and incredulous.

He was still fine after all that? It was simply impossible.

"Damn it, you're still talking tough." The outer disciples who had attacked, seeing that this guy still wouldn't repent and was freely mocking them, were so angry they started hitting him again.

"Ding, <Titanium-Grade Demon Body> experience +2000."

"Ding, <Titanium-Grade Demon Body> experience +3000."

"Ding, <Titanium-Grade Demon Body> experience +1000."

Lin Fan reveled in the thrill of his experience skyrocketing. The harder these experience babies hit, the happier he was. But one regret was that many outer disciples stood there silently, not stepping forward to give him experience—a great pity in his heart.

"You bastard, apologize to us right now!" Wang Tianfeng roared angrily.

"Me, bow my head to you bunch of bullies who pick on women? Dream on!" Lin Fan shouted cheerfully.

"We didn't bully anyone! Why are you slandering us?" The outer disciples who were beating Lin Fan said indignantly.

They felt they were being caught in the crossfire—they had just been standing around watching the excitement, and he latched onto them and insulted them.

"So what if I curse you? I'm cursing you. Hit me!" Lin Fan shouted with a face that begged for a beating.

"Fellow disciples, why waste words with him? Today we'll teach him the consequences of speaking recklessly." Wang Tianfeng said furiously.

Ever since he had followed Senior Brother Yi, no one had dared speak to him like that. This guy was the first.

...

To give them a sense of accomplishment, Lin Fan used all sorts of fancy shouts, crying out in a way that shook heaven and earth.

Whenever these experience babies were about to stop, Lin Fan would taunt them again.

"Bang... bang."

At this moment, the cafeteria was in chaos. Many outer disciples gathered around, not knowing what was happening.

Watching from start to finish, they inwardly admired this fellow disciple who was being beaten and screaming miserably but still refused to admit defeat.

With such a temper, how could he not suffer? Since he couldn't beat so many people, why not just admit defeat? He could take revenge one by one after his cultivation improved.

He had no spirit of enduring humiliation.

"Do you submit or not..." Wang Tianfeng was now a bit tired. As a cultivator at the sixth level of the Houtian realm, with abundant inner energy, he shouldn't be this exhausted.

At first, Wang Tianfeng didn't dare use full force to beat Lin Fan, but later he found that this guy only knew how to shout and didn't die, which pushed Wang Tianfeng to his limit.

So afterward, Wang Tianfeng used all his strength.

"Submit to your sister! I, Lin Fan, submit to neither heaven nor earth. You scumbag can beat me to death, but I won't submit." Lin Fan shot back.

"You..." Wang Tianfeng panted, pointing at Lin Fan, not knowing what to say.

Was this guy made of iron?

"Ding, <Titanium-Grade Demon Body> experience +800."

"Ding, <Titanium-Grade Demon Body> experience +600."

Lin Fan was startled. What was this? Why was the experience increasing so slowly? Then he glanced slightly and suddenly noticed that the outer disciples beating him were all red-faced, as if very tired.

Oh, come on...

Lin Fan was helpless now. Were these guys all quick on the trigger? We've only just started, and they're already spent?

No, I have to shout even more provocatively to stimulate their potential. If the experience increases this slowly, when will I ever level up?

"Ouch, it hurts so much. I'm about to die."

"You bunch of scum, I will never bow to you."

"Scum who bully women..."

...

Fan Yuxin watched the person who stood up for her, surrounded by the crowd. A trace of killing intent flashed in her gentle eyes. Just as she was about to speak, she glanced outside.

"Stop!" Ni Mingyang was startled when he heard Junior Brother Yin's report, then hurried over.

This Junior Brother Lin really was a newborn calf unafraid of tigers—daring to provoke anyone.

Although the sect seemed peaceful, internal conflicts were extremely fierce. One misstep could lead to utter ruin.

Ni Mingyang, at the eighth level of the Houtian realm, seemed to have infinite power in his hands as he pushed aside everyone surrounding Lin Fan.

"Wang Tianfeng, what do you think you're doing?" Ni Mingyang glared at Wang Tianfeng and demanded.

Yin Mochen quickly stepped forward to help the fallen Junior Brother Lin up, then nervously checked him. Junior Brother Lin had to hold on.

At this moment, Lin Fan was dumbfounded.

What the hell was going on? They were beating him just fine, and now they all scatter?

"Junior Brother Lin, it's okay. Senior Brother Ni is here." Yin Mochen, seeing Lin Fan's dazed expression, thought he had been scared silly by the crowd, and gently comforted him.

Lin Fan stared blankly at Yin Mochen. If looks could kill, Yin Mochen would have died a thousand times by now.

This was a disaster...

After all those taunts, only half the effect had been achieved.

Yin Mochen saw a pool of blood where Junior Brother Lin had been lying and roared at the surrounding outer disciples, "We're all fellow disciples! How could you be so ruthless? Is there no brotherly feeling among us?"

"This..." The outer disciples who had been beating Lin Fan looked at the blood on the ground and came to their senses, then hung their heads in guilt.

...

"Senior Brother Ni, I think you should keep your junior brother in line. He can't just say whatever he wants." Wang Tianfeng said to Ni Mingyang.

Although his cultivation was not as high as Ni Mingyang's, Wang Tianfeng was not afraid of him. A waste who had trained for over a decade and was still at the eighth level of the Houtian realm was nothing in his eyes.

"Hmph, Wang Tianfeng, I will report this matter truthfully to Senior Brother Meng. Let's see if the people Senior Brother Yi taught are the kind who snatch food from fellow disciples in the cafeteria." Ni Mingyang said.

...

Lin Fan sighed inwardly at the situation. Today's mistake was his choice of location. Next time, he must learn from this and not be so careless about where he picks, or all his earlier efforts would be wasted.

"Senior Brother, I feel terrible. I want to go back and rest." Lin Fan's heart ached; he felt awful inside.

"Junior Brother, hang in there. I'll take you back right now." Yin Mochen said hurriedly.

...

Ni Mingyang looked at Wang Tianfeng, knowing this matter couldn't be resolved. He snorted coldly and helped Junior Brother Lin leave the place.

Fan Yuxin stood among the crowd, then silently left.