Chapter 114: Junior Brother, Kick His Balls

Night.

Nameless Peak seemed somewhat desolate; the three of them living on such a vast mountain felt a bit lonely.

"Sect Master, today was unlucky. Only one menial disciple was willing to trust us at the end. The rest of the outer disciples just watched the excitement, utterly distrusting us." Zhang Ergou reported the day's situation truthfully.

Lin Fan said nothing, instead gazing at the wild boar set on the wooden rack.

Sizzle...

The roasting boar emitted a tempting aroma, the crispy skin crackling. Lin Fan couldn't help swallowing; this game looked quite good.

Zhang Ergou and Feng Jue were also drawn by the scent, drooling, but since the Sect Master hadn't given the word, they could only wait.

"Today's situation was within my expectations. Having one disciple trust us is a decent start. Anyway, no rush, take it slow." Lin Fan said calmly, neither impatient nor anxious.

Building the reputation of the Holy Demon Sect was important, but one's own strength was equally crucial.

After an afternoon of effort, Lin Fan had already cultivated the "Tidal Force" to the sixth level of force. If nothing unexpected happened, after another night of cultivation, the eighth level should be no problem.

In Lin Fan's view, after the fifth level of "Tidal Force," the experience needed for each subsequent level was already considerable.

"Alright, we can eat now. After eating, each return to your room to cultivate. Tomorrow, continue the promotion." Lin Fan clapped his hands, took the boar off the fire, then tore off a leg and devoured it.

The taste was quite good—crispy skin, tender meat, leaving a lingering fragrance in the mouth, an endless aftertaste.

"Sect Master, I never expected wild boar to be this delicious." Zhang Ergou's eyes lit up, and he too ate voraciously without restraint.

Beside him, Feng Jue also ate wildly, nodding to show strong agreement with his senior brother's words.

...

Back in his room.

Lin Fan looked at the three herbs in his hand. These were the main ingredients for refining Qi-Blood Pills, and the only type of medicinal herb needed.

This herb had two leaves, each leaf bearing patterns like human meridians, except the patterns were red.

Qi-Blood Pill.

Lin Fan directly tossed them into the Sea of Consciousness Furnace.

In less than a second, it was all done.

Now, Lin Fan's alchemy level had reached sixteen, making him a master among masters.

Refining this simplest of Qi-Blood Pills required no time at all, and he could fully extract the essence of all three herbs to form the pills.

"Ding, congratulations on refining a Yellow-grade lower-rank Qi-Blood Pill."

"Ding, after taking the Qi-Blood Pill, it can enhance Qi and blood, but is useless for those at the Xiantian realm. Additional experience +1."

Lin Fan didn't even want to look at such pills; they were too low-grade, so low that he didn't know what to say.

They were even inferior to the Qi-Nourishing Pills he had taken before.

Now, with his cultivation at the early Xiantian stage, according to the system's state before the update, he should be at the ninth level of Xiantian, about to enter the Rushi realm.

But now, his early Xiantian strength could completely crush the Xiantian Great Perfection stage. Behind the level was a bar, currently only half full—meaning out of 100 million experience, he had at most 50 million.

What a scam.

He didn't know when he would level up. It seemed he needed to find an opportunity to kill a wave of monsters.

For such low-grade pills, even with a full furnace, one batch of materials could yield at most five pills. But with his casual refining, he got ten—that was the gap between a top master and an ordinary person.

He could perfectly extract every drop of the herbs' essence.

After storing the thirty pills, Lin Fan entered a cultivation state.

Still as during the day, he began cultivating "Tidal Force."

He swung his left hand, then his right, causing the void to tremble repeatedly, as if some force was compressing the emptiness.

...

The next day.

Zhang Ergou and Feng Jue woke early and went down the mountain to continue their promotion.

The outer disciples had lost all interest in Nameless Peak. Alchemy? Alchemy your sister. Only a fool would fall for it.

They would rather go to Danding Peak and be ruthlessly exploited than waste their herbs on a vain attempt.

Mao Xiaoxiao had gotten up early enough. Since returning to the menial quarters last night, he had been restless and unable to sleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with thoughts of the pills.

He didn't know what awaited him tomorrow.

Would it be the apologetic expressions of the senior brothers, indicating the pills hadn't been refined?

Or their congratulatory looks, handing the pills over to him?

Having thought all night, Mao Xiaoxiao got up early and hurried to the outer sect.

"I told you, what's the point of promoting? No one will ask you to refine pills." An outer disciple said mockingly.

"Yeah, instead of wasting time, you'd be better off cultivating. Feng Jue, I think joining Nameless Peak was a mistake."

"Even if you stand here all day, not a single fellow disciple will ask you to refine pills."

Zhang Ergou looked at these outer disciples, displeased, and curled his lips. "If you're not refining, can you leave? You're really annoying."

"What, can't we even watch?" an outer disciple said unhappily.

"Senior Brother, don't argue with them. It's pointless." Feng Jue said from the side.

Zhang Ergou nodded, then glanced at the man's crotch and said fiercely, "Watch out."

"Hmph..."

...

Just then, Mao Xiaoxiao, who had entrusted his pills last night, hurried over. Seeing many outer senior brothers staring at him, he couldn't help feeling nervous.

"Senior Brother, are they refined?" Mao Xiaoxiao asked.

"They're done." Zhang Ergou said with a smile, then took a cloth pouch tied at his waist and tossed it to Mao Xiaoxiao.

Mao Xiaoxiao squeezed it, and joy surged in his heart. The pouch contained at least no fewer than seven Qi-Blood Pills. With only three batches of materials, to refine more than seven pills... this... this...

"Thank you, Senior Brother, thank you." Mao Xiaoxiao expressed his gratitude joyfully, then prepared to leave.

"Wait." Mao Xiaoxiao paused, wondering what else there was.

"What's the hurry? There's more." Zhang Ergou said helplessly. For him, the Sect Master's alchemy skills were truly admirable.

With just three herbs, he could refine thirty pills—unmatched in the world, worthy of worship.

"Ah..." Mao Xiaoxiao stared dumbfounded at Zhang Ergou, who then tossed him two more pouches.

"Here are thirty in total. The Sect Master said you menial disciples have it hard, so he won't charge you a labor fee." The latter part was something Zhang Ergou thought of on the spot.

The Sect Master's original intention was that these pills were too trashy to keep, so he wouldn't charge a labor fee.

But in Zhang Ergou's view, saying that would break Junior Brother Mao's heart, so he changed it.

Sure enough, after receiving the two pouches, Mao Xiaoxiao stared blankly at Zhang Ergou, unable to believe there were thirty pills.

"Thank you, Sect Master, thank you, Senior Brother, thank you..." Mao Xiaoxiao immediately expressed gratitude, almost kneeling to kowtow.

"Hey, menial junior brother, what pills did you ask them to refine?" an outer disciple asked with a smile.

"Qi-Blood Pills." Mao Xiaoxiao said.

"Haha... hear that? Qi-Blood Pills?"

"Haha, Qi-Blood Pills."

At that moment, the outer disciples burst into laughter, their contemptuous expressions fully visible.

"I told you, they can only refine this kind of pill. Senior Brother Li from Danding Peak disdains to refine them. And for such an easy pill, Senior Brother Li can make three from one batch of materials."

Mao Xiaoxiao didn't know why these senior brothers were laughing. Then he said dazedly, "Senior Brother, but I only gave them three batches of materials, and they refined thirty Qi-Blood Pills."

The laughing outer disciples froze, disbelief on their faces. "Impossible! Senior Brother Li from Danding Peak can only make three per furnace. What can Nameless Peak do? They must have given you extra, yes, that's it."

At this, Zhang Ergou got angry. This guy was too insolent. If they didn't kick his balls, he'd think they were easy to bully.

"Junior Brother, go ahead, kick his balls." Zhang Ergou immediately called to Feng Jue.

But just then, a commotion came from not far away.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it.