Chapter 17: A Weakling with Only Ten Experience Points

At this moment, Lin Fan seemed possessed, continuously throwing bricks into the furnace, one after another.

Aside from gaining experience, what he forged was either broken or a pile of mud.

His secondary profession, Craftsman, had already reached level four, yet he still forged nothing but junk. Lin Fan began to doubt life.

Had he unlocked a secondary profession only to forge a pile of scrap metal?

It couldn't even be called scrap metal.

Panting heavily, Lin Fan stared at the pile of junk before him, on the verge of collapse.

"I won't accept this!" Lin Fan roared, entering a frenzy, recycling the pile of junk and throwing it back into the furnace.

"Ding, material damaged and disappeared."

"Ding, material damaged and disappeared."

"How can this be?" Lin Fan looked helplessly at the now empty courtyard. Originally three walls stood, but now they were gone, leaving a clear view to the end.

Aside from raising his Craftsman level to four, he hadn't forged a single useful item.

At this moment, Lin Fan began to doubt life and his forging skills.

Unbelievable, truly unbelievable.

Back in the modern world, no matter what, he was an enthusiast with a talent for blacksmithing.

How could he not even produce a piece of junk here?

After toiling all day, the sky had darkened, and the fellow disciples who had watched the outer sect assessment had returned.

"Junior Brother Lin, where are the walls of your courtyard?" Yin Mochen asked in confusion upon seeing Lin Fan's bare house.

"Ah, I don't know. When I opened my eyes, they were gone. How was the outer sect assessment today, Senior Brother?" Lin Fan didn't want to say much, because talking about it was painful.

"Very good. There were many promising talents today, a boon for the sect." Yin Mochen seemed excited as he spoke, but seeing Lin Fan's gloomy expression, he grew worried.

"Junior Brother Lin, are you alright? Why do you look so terrible? Could it be that your injury from last time hasn't healed? Damn it, Senior Brother Yi is extremely protective and won't give any explanation. Tomorrow I'll go demand justice for you." Yin Mochen said.

"No, Senior Brother. I'm tired. I'll head back first." Lin Fan said, his head drooping.

"Junior Brother..." Yin Mochen watched Lin Fan's dejected back with concern. Was he really okay?

...

Lying in bed, Lin Fan sighed softly. Today had been a complete waste. All his efforts were in vain. Couldn't he at least produce something useful to cheer him up?

But the whole day, aside from junk and disappearances, there wasn't a single decent item.

"Damn it..." Lin Fan pulled the covers over his head, said nothing more, and went to sleep...

The room fell silent. The oil lamp on the wooden table flickered slowly, as if responding to Lin Fan.

The sky grew darker. Apart from the moon and stars illuminating the earth, everything else was peaceful and serene.

"Ah, I won't accept this!" Lin Fan suddenly sat up, throwing off the covers. All sleepiness was gone.

Without another word, Lin Fan got up, left the room, and gradually disappeared into the darkness.

...

In a certain outer disciple's residence, the lights were bright, indicating the occupant hadn't yet slept.

Inside, Wang Tianfeng cheerfully took out a cultivation technique, one he had just obtained from Senior Brother Yi Zhongyu today.

The Blazing Extinction Palm.

Cultivation techniques in the world were divided into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang.

This Blazing Extinction Palm was a Xuan-grade low-rank technique, a rare find for Wang Tianfeng.

Outer disciples could only cultivate Huang-grade techniques; Xuan-grade techniques were reserved for inner disciples.

Wang Tianfeng eagerly opened the technique, memorizing the mental method. Once he mastered the Blazing Extinction Palm, even Ni Mingyang would be no match for him.

Thinking of Ni Mingyang, Wang Tianfeng was furious. That despicable guy had tattled to Senior Brother Yi, but fortunately, Senior Brother Yi saw through it and ignored him.

Of course, Wang Tianfeng knew that Senior Brother Yi simply couldn't be bothered with him; he wasn't even worth noticing.

Wang Tianfeng committed several passages of the mental method to memory, then carefully tucked the technique into his chest. He sat cross-legged and began to circulate the method.

"Knock, knock..."

Just then, Wang Tianfeng frowned. Who could be knocking so late?

"Knock, knock..."

The knocking persisted.

"Coming, coming! Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night?" Wang Tianfeng grumbled.

But when Wang Tianfeng opened the door, he was stunned. There was no one outside. He shook his head, cursed a few times, closed the door, and eagerly sat back on the bed.

"Knock, knock..."

The knocking sounded again.

"Who is it?" This time, Wang Tianfeng didn't get out of bed but shouted impatiently.

Seeing that the person outside kept knocking, Wang Tianfeng's face turned green with anger. He immediately got up and opened the door.

But what made him even more frustrated was that there was still no one outside.

"Who is it? Come out! Playing tricks in the dead of night, I'll kill you!" Wang Tianfeng cursed.

...

Hidden in the shadows, Lin Fan watched the furious Wang Tianfeng and laughed, his earlier gloom swept away.

When Wang Tianfeng closed the door again, Lin Fan quietly crept forward, ready for another round.

But just as Lin Fan reached the door, Wang Tianfeng suddenly opened it.

Lin Fan was startled, clearly taken aback.

Damn...

Wang Tianfeng had actually learned to play tricks.

"Well, well, it's you, kid. Looks like yesterday's lesson wasn't enough. Today, I'll show you what happens." Seeing it was Lin Fan, Wang Tianfeng didn't hesitate and threw a punch.

"Kid, tonight let's see who can save you." Wang Tianfeng was furious. This guy had provoked him repeatedly, testing his patience.

"Bang..."

A punch filled with all of Wang Tianfeng's anger landed on Lin Fan. In Wang Tianfeng's eyes, this would at least cripple him.

"Ding, congratulations! Experience for Indestructible Demon Body +10."

"Uh..." Lin Fan was stunned.

"Uh..." Wang Tianfeng couldn't believe it.

"You..." Wang Tianfeng stared at Lin Fan in disbelief. How could this guy be unharmed?

And Lin Fan hadn't expected that this guy would only give him ten experience points...

What the...

"Kid, I wasn't using my full strength just now. Let me make you feel comfortable this time." Wang Tianfeng clearly didn't believe that his punch had no effect. He roared and prepared to go all out, making this guy understand the terrifying consequences of provoking him.

But just then, Wang Tianfeng's furious expression suddenly changed, becoming strangely ecstatic and pained.

"Damn... Only ten points? Boring." Lin Fan rolled his eyes, then turned and left with disdain.

"Ding, congratulations! Experience for Monkey Steals the Peach +100."

"Ding, defeated Wang Tianfeng (Postnatal Sixth Stage). Experience +500."

...

"You... you." Wang Tianfeng, who had been so aggressive, now crouched down, clutching his crotch, tears streaming down his face. A wave of sorrow washed over him.

"Lin Fan, I will never rest until you're dead!" Wang Tianfeng roared with his last bit of strength, tears flowing.

In the solemn darkness, Lin Fan's faint voice echoed back.

"A weakling with only ten experience points..."