Chapter 1069: Are You Kidding Me?

Half a month later.

In the endless void, a figure sat cross-legged, but with a look of utter bewilderment on his face.

Vomit!

"I can't take it, I really can't take it anymore." Lin Fan's eyes were now teary; he was truly at his limit. The pill-popping had made him nauseous, his mouth full of the scent of elixirs. At first, he had been excited, brimming with boundless motivation, but after half a month of this, he even wished he were dead.

"Damn it, even pill-popping makes me sick. Who else can compare to me?" Lin Fan was indignant. There were just too many pills; he was about to throw up from taking them.

But he couldn't stop either—these were all experience, endless experience.

His cultivation level shot up like a rocket, soaring rapidly.

High-level Ancestral Immortal.

Peak Ancestral Immortal.

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In just half a month, he had reached such a realm.

Now he was about to surpass the Ancestral Immortal realm.

But the difficulty was still great; the experience from these immortal pills was no longer as abundant as before, and his mouth had gone numb from taking them.

There were all kinds of flavors.

Sweet, salty, bitter—all sorts, endless tastes.

If others knew that someone had reached this point from pill-popping, they might die of anger. Who was he bullying? Others would fight to the death for a single immortal pill, but here Lin Fan was, about to throw up from taking them. Looking at the pills in the Cosmic Crucible, Lin Fan's heart trembled. What should he do?

If he didn't take them, he'd surely regret it—these were all experience. Especially in such a dangerous time, if he didn't raise his cultivation, he'd feel uneasy.

Without another word, he buried his head in pill-popping, determined to break through the Ancestral Immortal realm and enter that more mysterious realm.

"Eh, what the hell kind of immortal pill is this? Only adds ten thousand experience? Too trashy." Lin Fan looked at the low-grade immortal pill in his hand with disdain. Especially now that he felt like vomiting at the sight of pills, a mere ten thousand experience wasn't worth taking.

He threw it away!

A low-grade immortal pill was tossed out by Lin Fan like that. He knew its effect—it only improved one's talent.

To Lin Fan, geniuses weren't worth a cent. His own teaching skill could turn a fool into a genius without any side effects.

What Lin Fan didn't know was that this low-grade immortal pill drifted through layers of void, eventually landing in a city, in a shabby little courtyard, on a poorly dressed youth who was diligently cultivating.

If Lin Fan knew where the pill had gone, he would surely burst out laughing. Perhaps the opportunities in some fantasy novels, where someone stumbles upon a pill, were just like this—someone like Lin Fan couldn't be bothered to take it and tossed it away as trash, only for some loser to pick it up.

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Of course, Lin Fan couldn't care less about that now. Even if he couldn't swallow them, he had to force himself. But some low-grade pills were useless, so he started picking out medium-grade, high-grade, and top-grade immortal pills to take.

Days and nights blurred; Lin Fan had lost all sense of time.

He was now completely immersed in the sound of experience prompts.

One day, Lin Fan covered his mouth. He really couldn't take any more; he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

"Ding, congratulations on leveling up."

"Cultivation: Saint Immortal."

At that moment, the system's prompt excited Lin Fan. Finally, he had broken through to become a Saint Immortal.

In an instant, Lin Fan felt as if he had merged with heaven and earth.

The sage never dies; the Great Dao never ends.

After becoming a Saint Immortal, his condition changed drastically. Every move he made could draw upon the power of heaven and earth, and within his body, a mysterious world gradually formed.

What slightly surprised Lin Fan was that after breaking through to Saint Immortal, the cultivation levels disappeared. There were no distinctions like initial, middle, or high—only one level: Saint Immortal.

Lin Fan stood up and looked at the pills in the Cosmic Crucible with disgust in his eyes, as if he had developed pill anorexia.

But there was no choice—so many pills, he had to take them. They were all experience.

Take a break, he had to take a break. Otherwise, Lin Fan might become the first person in the world to be sickened by immortal pills.

If others knew of Lin Fan's predicament, they would surely spit out blood. Beast, he was truly a beast. Was he even human?

So many immortal pills, and he said they made him sick. They would risk their lives for a single pill.

Looking at the pills in the Cosmic Crucible, Lin Fan couldn't be bothered to count them. He directly stored them in his backpack to take slowly later.

Now, in his backpack, there was a pile of divine forging materials. Lin Fan had to refine them all into immortal artifacts.

With a thought, mountain-like piles of forging materials flew into the Cosmic Crucible.

"Forge."

"Random forging."

Buzz…

In an instant, the Cosmic Crucible began to tremble, filled to the brim with forging materials.

Others forged artifacts with extreme caution, afraid that a single mistake would ruin everything. But for Lin Fan, forging was this brutal—he just threw all the raw materials in and relied on luck for what came out.

"With so many materials, if I can't even forge a divine artifact, that would be really pathetic."

Lin Fan was still greedy, fixated on forging a divine artifact.

He had seen the wonders of divine artifacts—they possessed unfathomable power.

For example, the 'Nine-Five Big Red Brick' was the most satisfactory divine artifact Lin Fan had forged.

It had accompanied him all the way, making great contributions.

The Cosmic Crucible shook violently. All the raw materials inside were refined, then randomly combined. Who knew what would come out?

"Ding, congratulations on forging a medium-grade immortal artifact, not yet named."

"Ding, congratulations on forging a high-grade immortal artifact, not yet named."

"Ding, congratulations on forging a top-grade immortal artifact, not yet named."

…

The system prompts came frantically.

Lin Fan was waiting. He didn't care about these top-grade or high-grade immortal artifacts.

He was waiting to see if there would be a special divine artifact, or even a one-time item.

"Ding, congratulations on forging a low-grade immortal artifact."

"Ding, congratulations on forging a medium-grade immortal artifact."

…

Lin Fan grew increasingly disappointed. It seemed nothing good had come out.

The divine artifact he currently owned was forged from the simplest materials.

Now with so many high-grade materials, wasn't there even a sliver of a chance?

But just then, a sound came, and Lin Fan's brow relaxed, a smile spreading across his face.

"Ding, congratulations on forging a special item."

A burst of light erupted.

Lin Fan was overjoyed. "Red explosion! It's really a red explosion!"

When he saw the item, Lin Fan was dumbfounded. "What the hell is this?"

"Are you kidding me?"

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