Chapter 118: Unconvinced Lin Fan

As the sky gradually darkened, Lin Fan had already finished refining all the pills. One of the pills he did not swallow, because it was quite useful for his two disciples.

“Heaven-Repairing Pill!”

Long-term consumption could make up for a martial artist’s innate deficiencies, with boundless wonderful effects.

This “Heaven-Repairing Pill” required three sets of ingredients. Although its grade was only Earth-grade low-rank, its effects were immensely beneficial to any martial artist.

Especially for Zhang Ergou and Feng Jue, it had astonishing results. The two had low cultivation and many deficiencies. With the “Heaven-Repairing Pill” compensating for their shortcomings, their cultivation would advance further.

During this period, when conditions were right, Lin Fan would also stroke the tops of their heads to help improve their aptitudes. This sub-profession transmission had endless wonders. Lin Fan knew he had not yet fully unearthed the essence of this sub-profession; if he could truly master it, it would probably be extraordinary.

“Sect Leader, time to eat.” At that moment, Zhang Ergou and Feng Jue entered carrying sumptuous food.

“Mm.” Lin Fan nodded. Usually, for three meals a day, if he did not go out, Zhang Ergou and the other would prepare and deliver them.

Except for the living quarters being somewhat shabby, everything else seemed quite good to Lin Fan.

“Sect Leader, my junior brother and I caught some osmanthus fish from the sect’s upper stream. They’re delicious,” Zhang Ergou said. By now, he had grown accustomed to living on Nameless Peak and being the Sect Leader’s disciple.

Every day, just cultivating, shooting the breeze, bragging, and wandering around—this life, in Zhang Ergou’s view, was quite pleasant.

Especially since the Sect Leader treated them well. Although the Sect Leader sometimes faintly exuded an air of showing off, it was precisely this air that had won Zhang Ergou over.

“These are two pills. Take them after you go back; they’ll do you good.” Lin Fan tossed over two “Heaven-Repairing Pills.”

Zhang Ergou caught the pills with a joyful expression, initially thinking they were “Big Bro Pills.” But when he saw the unfamiliar pills, he couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed.

It had been several days since he last took a “Big Bro Pill,” and he really missed it.

Feng Jue’s knowledge was naturally far superior to Zhang Ergou’s. As soon as he received the pill, he could sense its vast medicinal energy; this pill was definitely no ordinary one.

“Thank you, Sect Leader,” Feng Jue expressed his gratitude.

“Just build the house for me,” Lin Fan said.

“Yes.” Feng Jue nodded.

At that moment, Zhang Ergou looked at Lin Fan with a pitiful expression, his tone hesitant. “Sect Leader, could I exchange this pill for a Big Bro Pill? Look, I’ve lost weight these days. I want to use ‘Big Bro Pill’ to nourish my body.”

Zhang Ergou really missed that feeling. Although this pill was certainly extraordinary, if he had to choose, he would definitely pick the “Big Bro Pill,” because that was the pill a real man should take.

Domineering, mighty, and utterly satisfying.

“This is a divine pill with immense benefits for you. You really want to exchange it?” Lin Fan was taken aback, looking at Zhang Ergou’s pleading face, and couldn’t help thinking, damn, he even says he’s lost weight. Their room was already full of holes, with no decent place to stand, and he still wanted to take more to keep poking holes in the ground.

It seemed the “Big Bro Pill” really was addictive.

“Yeah, yeah, exchange, exchange.” Zhang Ergou nodded frantically without hesitation, as if swapping for the “Big Bro Pill” was the best deal.

Feng Jue glanced at Zhang Ergou, then at the pill in his hand, and a thought crossed his mind: if he exchanged it, it probably wouldn’t be a loss either.

Lin Fan was speechless. Seeing that Feng Jue also seemed tempted to exchange, he didn’t know what to say. Were his sect’s two future main disciples going to sink into the wonders of the “Big Bro Pill”?

Lin Fan cleared his throat. “I have something to say to you. If you insist on exchanging, I’ll grant your wish.”

“Mm.” Zhang Ergou nodded, a bit excited.

Lin Fan closed his eyes briefly, then opened them, his deep eyes filled with boundless wisdom as he looked at the two.

“In youth, you don’t know the value of essence; in old age, you stare at an empty hole and shed tears.”

“Think about this sentence, and then decide whether to exchange.” Lin Fan spoke sincerely. If these weren’t his disciples, he wouldn’t bother at all.

They had no partners and were already addicted. What would happen if they got partners later?

“Sect Leader, I’ve already thought it through. I still want to exchange.” As soon as Lin Fan finished speaking, Zhang Ergou immediately said.

Lin Fan looked at Zhang Ergou and finally gave up. Fine, he accepted it. When they regret it later, don’t come crying to him.

“Get lost, both of you.” Lin Fan tossed the pills to them and shooed them away like chasing off puppies.

How disappointing. Where was the dignity of his sect’s two main disciples? If this got out, what would people think?

“Sect Leader, you are truly the person I, Zhang Ergou, admire most in my life.” Zhang Ergou was overjoyed, flattering him to the skies.

“And give these pills to them tomorrow. I’m too tired tonight. Take them tomorrow,” Lin Fan said.

“Yes…”

Then Zhang Ergou and Feng Jue quickly withdrew.

“Senior Brother, what does the Sect Leader’s saying mean? I don’t quite understand,” Feng Jue recalled the Sect Leader’s words, feeling they contained supreme principles, but some terms were unclear, preventing deeper understanding.

“How would I know? Our Sect Leader is the most amazing person. Look, he refined the pills today—how impressive! That saying might be his life insight. He told us to share it with us. In my opinion, the Sect Leader must be a man with a story, or he wouldn’t have said something so profound.” Zhang Ergou’s gaze was sharp, staring into the night, proud to have such a support.

“Oh.” Feng Jue felt his senior brother’s reasoning was sound.

Inside the room, Lin Fan didn’t know what to say about his two disciples.

He stared fiercely at the “Big Bro Pill” in his hand. What effect did this pill have that it captivated both of his disciples?

No, tonight he had to try it no matter what.

He didn’t believe he couldn’t control himself with his willpower.

Damn it, go for it. Who’s afraid? He refined it himself; how could it overpower him?

Action spoke louder than words. Without hesitation, he tossed a “Big Bro Pill” into his mouth.

Lin Fan sat cross-legged, took a deep breath. The “Big Bro Pill” dissolved on his tongue, turning into a warm current flowing into his body.

“Bring it on.” Lin Fan sat motionless, shouting in his heart.

…

But not long after, a noise suddenly came from the wooden hut.

“Damn, it’s really poisonous…”