Chapter 24: Two Senior Brothers, Please Bury Me with Qi-Nourishing Pills

Lin Fan was overjoyed now; a big fish had come along.

Yi Zhongyu was one of the top ten outstanding outer disciples, so his wealth must be considerable. With over eight thousand outer disciples, those who ranked in the top ten couldn't be poor.

Among the top ten outstanding outer disciples, Lin Fan had only seen Meng Yangquan, a guy who had reached the sixth level of the Divine Realm but still stayed in the outer sect, pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.

Lin Fan was also grateful for this system, which allowed him to see through anyone's cultivation; otherwise, he might one day be swallowed up by this pig-playing Meng Yangquan.

"I'll buy this sword for a thousand pills." Yi Zhongyu, in flowing white robes, had an extraordinary bearing, but the arrogance between his brows was fully exposed.

"Senior Brother, a thousand pills is a lot, but we should see if any fellow disciples want to bid higher." Lin Fan naturally knew this was one of the top ten outstanding outer disciples, but he pretended not to know. If he showed weakness and got ripped off by this guy, who would he cry to?

"Hmph, you don't even know Senior Brother Yi..." Wang Tianfeng was unfriendly toward Lin Fan, sneering disdainfully.

Yi Zhongyu smiled, very confident, and said, "I think my offer should be the highest. I doubt any junior brother here can outbid me."

Yi Zhongyu was very confident, and as he glanced around, the surrounding fellow disciples all sighed.

A thousand Qi-Nourishing Pills, though a bit much, wasn't something no one could afford. But considering Yi Zhongyu's status, they naturally wouldn't offend one of the top ten big shots in the outer sect for temporary gain.

Lin Fan smiled, glancing at Yi Zhongyu, above whose head floated the words 'Innate Sixth Level'.

In Lin Fan's view, this cultivation level was still a bit high, but compared to Meng Yangquan, it was far off.

And having already reached the Innate Realm yet stubbornly staying in the outer sect—what a jerk.

Any outer disciple who reached the Innate Realm could become an inner disciple, but this requirement depended on personal willingness.

Some outer disciples who reached the Innate Realm refused to leave the outer sect because once they entered the inner sect, they'd be surrounded by senior brothers with high cultivation, nowhere near as free as in the outer sect.

Although cultivation resources would be much less, for those who would rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix, it was just willful.

Meanwhile, under a certain eaves.

Two figures stood quietly there. The woman was beautiful, like a fairy, while the man was extraordinarily handsome, though he looked somewhat cold.

"Senior Brother Meng, that sword has flowing spiritual light, so beautiful." The woman's eyes sparkled, her voice soft and tender.

"Junior Sister, since you like it, I will surely fulfill your wish." The cold-faced man, when facing this woman, melted like ice and snow, his eyes full of affection.

"Senior Brother Meng, it's not worth clashing with Yi Zhongyu over this low-grade weapon." Ni Mingyang, standing behind the two, said.

"Mingyang, no need to say more. As long as Junior Sister Chenyu likes it." Meng Yangquan had made up his mind.

Ni Mingyang said nothing more, looking at Mu Chenyu with furrowed brows—she was a real vixen.

Senior Brother Meng's bright future was all ruined by this vixen. Ni Mingyang saw that Senior Brother Meng had made up his mind and had nothing to say, but he wondered how someone as talented as Senior Brother Meng could know such a vixen.

Senior Brother tried every means to improve her cultivation, but Mu Chenyu was like a waste, her cultivation never advancing, stuck at the fourth level of the Houtian Realm.

With the elixirs Senior Brother had prepared, even a pig could have reached the Innate Realm.

...

Just as Yi Zhongyu was certain that this low-grade weapon would be his, a faint voice came from afar.

"Two thousand."

The surrounding fellow disciples were startled. At this moment, when Senior Brother Yi had already made an offer, someone dared to bid—were they tired of living?

But when they saw who had made the offer, everyone was shocked. They hadn't expected to see Senior Brother Meng.

Senior Brother Meng, ranked first among the top ten outstanding disciples.

Yi Zhongyu frowned slightly, wanting to see who dared to compete with him, but when he saw who it was, his expression changed slightly.

Lin Fan was laughing inside. This was a big fish!

...

"Junior Brother Lin, you..." Ni Mingyang followed Senior Brother Meng over, and when he saw that the person selling the low-grade weapon was Junior Brother Lin, he was also stunned, somewhat incredulous.

"Heh, Senior Brother Ni." Lin Fan smiled.

"Junior Brother Lin, I didn't expect this from you." Ni Mingyang smiled now. He was somewhat surprised that Junior Brother Lin, who had only recently joined the sect, could already auction a low-grade weapon.

While Lin Fan was chatting with Ni Mingyang, Yi Zhongyu and Meng Yangquan began to talk.

"Senior Brother Meng, are you taking what your junior brother desires?" Yi Zhongyu was displeased but kept a smile on his face.

Although the outer sect seemed calm, there was no lack of conflict among the top ten outstanding disciples. They had a ranking, with Meng Yangquan firmly in first place. The other nine appeared harmonious on the surface, but behind the scenes, their struggles were fierce.

"Junior Brother Yi, you're mistaken. I have no intention of competing for this sword, but Junior Sister Chenyu likes it. I hope Junior Brother Yi can reluctantly part with it." Meng Yangquan cupped his hands.

Yi Zhongyu glanced at the woman beside Meng Yangquan and grew even more furious. How could someone so infatuated with a woman suppress him? This was an insult to him.

"Senior Brother Meng, Junior Sister Chenyu already has the mid-grade weapon Jade Linglong you gave her. I think this low-grade sword should be unnecessary for her. Why not let it go to your junior brother?" Although Meng Yangquan had spoken, Yi Zhongyu was not willing to back down.

Suppressed in ranking, did he have to bow to him in other matters as well?

Meng Yangquan shook his head. "In that case, let the highest bidder win."

Lin Fan had been chatting with Senior Brother Ni, but he was carefully listening to their conversation. When he saw that they had reached an impasse, Lin Fan was laughing more joyfully than anyone. A deadlock was good—only then could he make more money.

He had long said that the secondary profession was the most profitable.

"Three thousand Qi-Nourishing Pills. Junior Brother Yi, you can bid now." Meng Yangquan said with a smile.

Yi Zhongyu's expression was not good. For him, at the Innate Sixth Level, a low-grade weapon was useless. But he had obtained a mysterious technique from falling off a cliff in his early years.

Cultivating this technique did not rely on self-cultivation but on devouring various graded weapons and integrating them.

It was called 'Infinite Sword Realm'.

This low-grade sword was worth at most three thousand Qi-Nourishing Pills. Bidding any higher would be a loss.

But now it was no longer just about competing for this low-grade sword; it was about pride.

Especially seeing Meng Yangquan's calm expression, Yi Zhongyu was so angry his whole body bristled.

At this moment, Lin Fan told Senior Brother Ni to go play somewhere else, then waited for the impending storm.

Two senior brothers, please, use your Qi-Nourishing Pills to bury your junior brother.