Chapter 12: Can You Give Me a Chance

Inside the "Hall of Talent Registration," it was pitch black. The elder in black robes, surnamed Li, seemed able to ignore the darkness as he searched for a booklet on a bookshelf that reached the ceiling.

This booklet recorded the life experiences of the sect's founding patriarch.

In the darkness, only a pair of green flames flickered beneath the black robe, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the rustling sound of Elder Li turning the pages could be heard.

"Why has this disciple managed to cultivate the 'Titan-Class Demon Body' to such a high level? It's unprecedented," Elder Li muttered to himself. The booklet recorded that the 'Titan-Class Demon Body' was merely a body-tempering technique casually written by the founding patriarch, specifically for punching bags to practice. Indeed, no one had ever been known to cultivate it to such an extent.

...

The next day.

Lin Fan turned over, and the first thing he did was pull open his crotch to take a look. Seeing that his little brother was lively and unharmed, Lin Fan felt relieved.

From now on, Lin Fan vowed never to do such a thing again; it was practically a matter of life and death.

Just then, a knock came at the door. Lin Fan was a bit puzzled—who could be looking for him? Could it be Han Lu coming over?

But that shouldn't be the case. After what he had done to him yesterday, if Senior Brother Han didn't kick down his door, he wouldn't be living up to himself.

Lin Fan didn't think much of it. He tidied himself up and pushed open the door.

"Eh, you are?" Lin Fan looked at the person before him, somewhat confused. The face was unfamiliar, not very recognizable.

"I live next door to you. You must be Junior Brother Lin, the new outer disciple, right?" The visitor spoke with a smile, looking at Lin Fan as if an older brother regarding a younger brother.

"Oh, so you're a senior brother. Come in, come in, please," Lin Fan said, immediately cheered up. Experience had come knocking on his door.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Lin is too polite. Senior Brother Ni instructed me yesterday to take good care of you. Now is the time for the outer disciples' meal. Since you've just joined the outer sect, you probably don't know where it is yet, so let me lead the way." Yin Mochen looked at Lin Fan, feeling that this newly arrived junior brother was a very good person, warm and hospitable. If there was a chance in the future, they should interact more often.

"Alright, then I'll trouble you, Senior Brother," Lin Fan said cheerfully.

Along the way, Lin Fan chattered about this and that, and Yin Mochen answered each question.

"Senior Brother Yin, this cafeteria is quite large." At this moment, Lin Fan looked out and saw a sea of people, with cultivation levels floating above each person's head—to Lin Fan, they all looked like experience points.

"Junior Brother Lin, all outer disciples of the sect dine here, so naturally the dining area is very large," Yin Mochen explained.

"Oh..."

Then, led by Yin Mochen, Lin Fan collected a portion of food from the cafeteria counter.

There was meat and vegetables, quite sumptuous.

But what kind of vegetables were these, and what kind of meat? He had never seen them before. Moreover, the food smelled fragrant, whetting his appetite.

Lin Fan was already hungry, and after stepping into the Houtian realm, his appetite had grown. Without further ado, he quickly polished off the entire meal.

Sure enough, this was no ordinary food. After finishing the meal, his experience increased by a tiny bit.

Lin Fan looked up and saw Yin Mochen staring at him in astonishment. "Senior Brother, why are you looking at me like that?"

Now, whenever Lin Fan saw those strange looks, he felt a shiver run through him, as if someone were constantly coveting his pure body.

Yin Mochen smiled. "Nothing, Junior Brother Lin. Your ravenous eating style has truly opened my eyes."

"Senior Brother Yin, can each person only take one portion of food?" Lin Fan asked.

"Yes, these are all prepared in advance," Yin Mochen said with a smile.

Hearing this, Lin Fan immediately became cheerful.

Now, in Lin Fan's eyes, everyone was experience points. He had no choice but to activate his taunting mode.

Now, having received the confirmation from Senior Brother Yin, Lin Fan decisively began to taunt.

Lin Fan calmly brought Senior Brother Yin's meal in front of himself, then looked at Senior Brother Yin, waiting for his anger.

"Senior Brother Yin, I haven't had enough to eat yet. Just watch me eat," Lin Fan said.

At this moment, Lin Fan inwardly hoped: Senior Brother Yin, just make a move, overturn the table and beat me up. Although you're a decent person, junior brother relies on this to level up.

But what Lin Fan didn't expect was that Senior Brother Yin, after a brief pause, actually smiled.

"Right, this is indeed my fault as senior brother. Since junior brother hasn't had enough, it's fine for me to give you my meal," Yin Mochen said.

Lin Fan instantly exploded upon hearing this. This... this...

Lin Fan suddenly realized that taunting had become so difficult now. What was wrong with people these days? Why were they all so magnanimous?

"Senior Brother Yin? Aren't you hungry?" Lin Fan asked.

"I am hungry," Yin Mochen nodded.

"Then aren't you angry that I took your meal?" Lin Fan felt like crying. Couldn't you just cooperate and beat me up?

Yin Mochen smiled and shook his head. "As a senior brother, I should take care of my junior brother. Since junior brother is hungry, naturally I should let him eat his fill."

I give up...

If there were no one around, Lin Fan would definitely have a good cry. Why were all the people he met after entering the outer sect like this? So saintly—where would he go to taunt from now on?

"Senior Brother, I'm not hungry anymore. Here's your meal back," Lin Fan pushed the meal back in front of him.

"Junior brother, if you're really hungry, I don't mind," Yin Mochen said.

"No need," Lin Fan shook his head.

……

And just then, the sound of a table being slapped came from ahead.

"Give me your food."

Lin Fan followed the sound and saw a burly man standing there like a mountain, snatching another person's meal.

"Senior Brother, this is mine," came a silvery, pleasant voice from the crowd; judging by the sound, it was a girl.

"It's mine now. Do you have any objection?"

……

Lin Fan stood up at this moment, delighted inside. He had finally seen someone like this; he didn't believe that among the over eight thousand outer disciples, there wouldn't be any arrogant ones.

"Junior Brother Lin, don't stir up trouble. He's one of Senior Brother Yi's men," Yin Mochen said with some trepidation.

Lin Fan was amused upon hearing this. So this guy had backing? Good, good.

"Senior Brother Yin, who is this Senior Brother Yi?" Lin Fan asked.

"He is one of the top ten outstanding outer disciples, alongside Senior Brother Meng, and holds a high status in the outer sect. This man is one of Yi Zhongtian's people. Although such incidents are not common in the outer sect, they are not unheard of either. Listen to me, Junior Brother, and don't meddle in other people's business," Yin Mochen warned.

"Oh," Lin Fan nodded.

Yin Mochen breathed a sigh of relief. He had been afraid that Junior Brother Lin, being young and fearless, would try to stand up for justice.

Although the sect strictly forbade private fights, wherever there are people, there are conflicts of interest, and it's impossible to completely prohibit them.

But when Yin Mochen looked up, he saw Junior Brother Lin walking in that direction. Startled, he quickly shoveled a few mouthfuls of food and then followed.

What was Junior Brother Lin up to? He absolutely must not meddle in other people's business.