Chapter 100: One Should Go and Offer Condolences to Show Sincerity

"Senior Brother Ye looks like he's in a lot of pain." The outer disciples, seeing Ye Shaotian's contorted face, felt a tremor in their hearts.

"Yeah, look, Senior Brother Ye is even crying. I've never seen him shed tears before."

"That kick was terrifying. If it were me, I'd probably be dead."

...

At this moment, the outer disciples' gazes toward Lin Fan turned fearful.

Too terrifying. Ye Shaotian, who had made a strong comeback, was now clutching his crotch with both hands, his body trembling, curled up on the ground.

That wave of sorrow made everyone present feel a suffocating sensation in their hearts.

Brutal, absolutely brutal.

"Sect Leader..." Feng Bujue now looked at Lin Fan with some fear. He had seen that kick clearly—swift, accurate, and ruthless, executed in one fluid motion without any hesitation, clearly the work of an old hand.

Feng Bujue dared not say more now. He was afraid, he feared. If the Sect Leader accidentally gave him a kick, it would truly be a tragedy.

Lin Fan looked at Feng Bujue, then at Ye Shaotian lying there in agony. The latter's bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at him, making Lin Fan's heart pound.

That look was like that of a mortal enemy.

"Retreat..." At this moment, Lin Fan said nothing, immediately turned around, muttered something softly, and quickly moved his feet to withdraw.

Feng Bujue was about to say something, but seeing the Sect Leader already fleeing, how could he dare to stay? He immediately followed closely behind the Sect Leader.

He had gone too far, absolutely too far.

...

"Brother Ye..." Ruo Mengyu crouched down in a panic, wanting to see how her dear Brother Ye was doing.

"Don't touch me... don't touch me." Ye Shaotian felt as if his soul had ascended to heaven, now descending, now ascending. This feeling made his heart uneasy.

Ye Shaotian's current state left Ruo Mengyu at a loss—she couldn't touch him, yet couldn't not touch him. Then she glared resentfully at the hastily retreating figure.

...

On Nameless Peak, Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief. He had finally left. This time, he had probably made an enemy.

In Lin Fan's view, the current Holy Demon Sect was lacking in talent. There wasn't a single disciple who could be put to use. He had to do everything himself, without any of the authority of a sect leader. It was too degrading.

As for Feng Bujue, Lin Fan valued him highly. His cultivation was decent, and he seemed like a hardworking type. All this made Lin Fan very satisfied.

Most importantly, he had nowhere else to go. Under the care of Lin Fan's love, he would surely be brainwashed.

"Sect Leader, you're back!" At this moment, Zhang Ergou, who was supervising the weeding work, saw the figure at the entrance and excitedly ran over.

"Mm." Lin Fan nodded, looked ahead, and saw many disciples working hard among the tall weeds. This comforted Lin Fan—they weren't slacking off.

The progress of the weeding was also good; it would likely be finished in a few days.

"Sect Leader, is this the sect?" Feng Bujue looked at the scene before him, a faint melancholy spreading in his heart. He had imagined the Holy Demon Sect wouldn't be great, but he never expected it to be so dilapidated.

The two-story wooden house made Feng Bujue's heart ache.

"Yes, how is it? Not bad, right?" Lin Fan looked at everything before him and asked with a smile.

Things were proceeding just as he had envisioned; before long, it would surely be a completely different scene.

Feng Bujue looked at the sect leader and ultimately had no choice but to answer against his own wishes, "Mm."

This single "Mm" contained Feng Bujue's myriad emotions.

Accepted, forget it, let it be, that's how it is.

At least he could still stay in the Holy Sect.

Lin Fan was inwardly delighted—this was his own sect. When the Holy Demon Sect became the number one sect in the Xuanhuang Realm, he, the great master, would be the greatest contributor.

Fellow disciples, see that? Your junior brother is just that awesome.

"Sect leader, where will I live from now on?" Feng Bujue asked at this moment.

He probably couldn't stay in the outer sect quarters anymore; from now on, he would have to live on this peak.

"You... you." Lin Fan was momentarily at a loss for an answer, then glanced around. "Oh, go cut down a few trees yourself and build a hut next to mine."

"Ah..." Feng Bujue was stunned. Build a hut himself?

"Self-reliance ensures ample food and clothing. On the path of cultivation, one must not only train but also learn to take care of oneself. If one day you're out in the wild, deep in the mountains and forests, what would you do?" Lin Fan said without blushing or racing heart, then unleashed a grand principle, asking Feng Bujue if he was afraid.

And at this moment, Feng Bujue was truly afraid. "Sect leader, this disciple understands."

"Mm." Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction. But in his heart, ten thousand grass-mud horses were galloping—this place was so poor that only grass remained; if he didn't do it himself, could he expect the great master to do it?

...

After arranging everything, Lin Fan returned to his small wooden hut. He felt a trace of doubt about that divine kick today.

Just by quietly stretching out a foot, he could create a martial art technique—this was truly beyond expectation.

Ever since the system had been revamped, Lin Fan felt it had become somewhat vague and unclear.

Lin Fan checked the specifics of the "Egg-Tickling Kick." In his view, this technique was too cruel and against the natural order.

"The 'Egg-Tickling Kick' is a technique without rank. Its essence is to find a gap and strike. This technique is only effective against males, as the male lower body is densely packed with pain nerves. A heavy strike can instantly incapacitate the opponent, causing local swelling, bleeding, and shrinkage. A light strike can provoke the opponent's anger, increasing their combat power by one hundred percent. It can be continuously upgraded."

At this moment, Lin Fan was convinced. Although the "Egg-Tickling Kick" was not listed in the system's introduction, the specific details appeared in his mind whenever he thought of the technique.

Especially the uses of this technique, which made Lin Fan look at it with new respect.

Wasn't this just a double-edged sword?

A heavy strike could incapacitate the opponent, while a light strike could provoke anger and increase combat power by one hundred percent.

Lin Fan thought carefully and felt that the description of the skill was not without reason.

A heavy strike from the "Egg-Tickling Kick" indeed made life worse than death, but a lighter strike could instantly stimulate the body's potential, causing the opponent to erupt in rage with an impulse to fight to the death.

Not bad, not bad.

Lin Fan was fairly satisfied with this skill, and the continuous upgrade feature made him look forward to seeing what it would become in the future. It was truly exciting.

But at this moment, Lin Fan felt he should go and console Ye Shaotian.

Although that guy was a bit reckless, judging by his expression just now, he seemed to be in real pain.

In the sect, they would see each other often in the future. It was better to go and console him to show his goodwill.