Chapter 26: Junior Brother Is Not That Kind of Person

Today's harvest was good. Three lower-grade weapons sold for seventeen thousand Qi-Nourishing Pills. As a sacred cultivation ground, the Holy Demon Sect distributed Qi-Nourishing Pills to outer disciples every month. Although not many, with over eight thousand outer disciples receiving thirty pills each, that was still over two hundred thousand pills.

Clearly, Qi-Nourishing Pills were not high-grade elixirs; they were merely auxiliary items for disciples' cultivation.

He was only two million experience points away from the Xiantian realm. Once he reached Xiantian, he could enter the inner sect and become a mid-level force in the sect. Then he would have access to more advanced and comprehensive knowledge.

Lin Fan had also figured out that Meng Yangquan, at the sixth level of the Divine Realm, was a top-tier genius even within the sect.

Yet now he was stuck in the outer sect. If not for seeing Mu Chenyu, Lin Fan couldn't imagine why Senior Brother Meng would do this.

Now Lin Fan understood: Meng Yangquan just wanted to stay by Mu Chenyu's side.

As the saying goes, people strive to move upward, just as water flows downward. That Meng Yangquan would give up a bright future for a woman was admirable.

Lin Fan didn't think too much. He immediately took out his storage pouch, put it to his mouth, and the Qi-Nourishing Pills inside poured into his mouth with a clatter.

“Ding, consumed Qi-Nourishing Pill, experience +100.”

“Ding, consumed Qi-Nourishing Pill, experience +100.”

…

A large number of Qi-Nourishing Pills converted into experience, and his personal experience value soared.

After consuming all the pills, Lin Fan opened his personal panel to check.

Name: Lin Fan.

Level: 19. (Half-Step Xiantian)

Experience: (9703400/10000000).

Stored Experience: 0. (Can level up character, can level up techniques.)

Body Refining Method: Indestructible Demon Body, Layer 1 (10/3000000).

Technique: Monkey Steals Peach, Layer 13 (1500/40000).

Sub-Profession: Artisan Master Level 1 (1000/5000).

Equipment: 95 Big Red Brick (Supreme Divine Artifact).

Title: Fight If You Disagree. (Cultivation doubles for the duration of one incense stick; one-time use title.)

Lin Fan looked at his personal attributes. He had already stepped into Half-Step Xiantian, and now he only needed three hundred thousand experience to truly enter the Xiantian realm.

Although Houtian and Xiantian differ by only one word, the qualitative change between them is enormous.

Houtian cultivates qi and blood, while Xiantian cultivates true essence.

Only by entering Xiantian, generating true essence within the body, and communicating with the power of heaven and earth can one truly embark on the path of cultivation.

Thump, thump-thump, thump-thump-thump.

Hearing the knock, Lin Fan didn't need to guess who it was. It seemed that lower-grade weapons were a huge temptation for Senior Brother Ni.

Lin Fan opened the door and was startled. A large sack appeared before his eyes.

“Junior Brother, move aside. Let me in first.” Ni Mingyang was facing away from Lin Fan.

Lin Fan quickly stepped aside. Ni Mingyang walked forward a few steps and then placed the sack on the ground.

Thud... A dull sound. From the sack rolled out pieces of silver-gray refined iron, gleaming with dazzling silver light.

“Senior Brother, where did you get all this?” Lin Fan was both surprised and delighted. As expected of a senior brother, his speed in gathering materials was truly fast.

“I got it all from the craftsmen. They have so much refined iron there that there's no place to store it. Every year, the various dynasties transport large amounts of refined iron here. We disciples can take it anytime.” Ni Mingyang clapped his hands. Getting this refined iron had left him covered in dust.

But the temptation of lower-grade weapons was too great. How could Ni Mingyang wait?

Lin Fan was momentarily stunned. It seemed he was still too naive. If refined iron could be taken freely, why had he been searching for scrap metal in his room? That was just foolish.

“Junior Brother, come on.” At that moment, Ni Mingyang spread his legs, assumed a horse stance, gritted his teeth, as if he had made a great decision.

“Senior Brother, what... what are you doing?” Seeing Ni Mingyang's posture, Lin Fan was almost speechless. Could it be that Senior Brother had some unspeakable fetish?

“Junior Brother, didn't you say you had to steal the peach to forge a lower-grade weapon for me? For the sake of a lower-grade weapon, I'm willing to go all out.” Ni Mingyang said.

“Senior Brother, what are you doing? How could I be that kind of person? Stand up straight. I'm not that kind of person. It's my honor that Senior Brother would let me forge a lower-grade weapon for him.” Lin Fan quickly patted Ni Mingyang's shoulder and said.

“Junior Brother, you...” At that moment, Ni Mingyang breathed a sigh of relief, then his voice choked up a little. “Junior Brother, your great kindness, I will always remember.”

“Ah, Senior Brother is too polite. It's nothing.” Lin Fan waved his hand with a smile.

“Junior Brother...” Ni Mingyang looked at Lin Fan gratefully, tears of emotion glistening in his eyes.

“Senior Brother.”

“Junior Brother.”

“Senior Brother.”

“Junior Brother...” Ni Mingyang wished he were a woman so he could repay his junior brother.

“Monkey Steals Peach...” At that moment, Lin Fan struck instantly. Free experience delivered to his doorstep—why not take it?

“Ding, congratulations! Monkey Steals Peach experience +300.”

“Junior Brother... you.” Ni Mingyang, who had been moved just moments ago, suddenly changed expression. He felt a catastrophic disaster in his crotch and couldn't believe it. Hadn't they already agreed?

Lin Fan took a slight breath, his face full of satisfaction, then put on a serious expression as if lecturing a hungry student.

“Senior Brother, the path of cultivation is fraught with dangers. Seeing how sincere you are with others, I fear you might suffer great losses in the future. I had no choice but to resort to this. I hope Senior Brother will understand...” Lin Fan's words were full of emotion and sincerity.

“Junior Brother is right. I take your advice. But Junior Brother, when can you finish the lower-grade weapon?” Ni Mingyang couldn't stop talking about lower-grade weapons.

Lin Fan looked at Ni Mingyang helplessly. Senior Brother, for the sake of a lower-grade weapon, you've even abandoned your dignity. This really leaves me speechless.

“Senior Brother, rest assured. Tomorrow morning, I'll be in the cafeteria waiting for you to pick up the weapon.” Lin Fan said.

“Mm, then I'll trouble Junior Brother. I feel a bit unwell, so I'll take my leave.” Ni Mingyang's face was flushed red as he said with difficulty.

“Okay.” Lin Fan nodded.

Then Ni Mingyang walked out of the room and closed the door himself. As he left, he even said, “Junior Brother, stay. I can manage on my own.”

When the door closed, Ni Mingyang's teeth chattered. He immediately crouched down, then slowly, slowly moved forward inch by inch.

Lin Fan watched Ni Mingyang leave, smiled slightly, then looked at the refined iron on the ground with gleaming eyes.

Not bad, not bad. This refined iron was enough for him to have some fun.

His sub-profession, Artisan, was already at Artisan Master Level 1. With scrap metal, he could forge lower-grade weapons, and with this refined iron, he could forge medium-grade weapons.

But the sub-profession had an advantage: if one batch of materials could forge a medium-grade weapon, then it could be used to forge two lower-grade weapons.

In the outer sect, lower-grade weapons were already the trend. If he tried to sell medium-grade weapons, who could afford them?