Chapter 18 The Senior Brother Frantically Licks

Lin Fan was somewhat disappointed. Wang Tianfeng, a sixth-stage Houtian, had beaten him, but it only increased his experience by ten points. How was he supposed to get by in the future?

Although there were many outer disciples, and some were higher in cultivation than Wang Tianfeng, how much experience could he gain from a difference of one or two realms?

"Sigh..."

A single sigh conveyed Lin Fan's myriad helplessness.

Lin Fan didn't have a strong sense of belonging to the Holy Demon Sect. After all, as a modern person, he didn't submit to anyone. But there were some people in the Holy Demon Sect that Lin Fan genuinely liked.

For instance, Senior Brother Ni and Senior Brother Yin.

Lin Fan walked aimlessly along the road. When he stopped in front of a residence, he was startled. Wasn't this Senior Brother Han Lu's place?

Regarding Senior Brother Han, Lin Fan was truly disappointed. He had originally used the "Monkey Steals the Peach" technique hoping that Senior Brother Han would display the style of an old-timer and lead the charge. But who would have thought that Senior Brother Han would just act as if nothing had happened?

He could really endure too damn much.

Now that the "Titan Demon Body" had advanced to the "Indestructible Demon Body," Senior Brother Han, a fourth-stage Houtian, couldn't possibly bring Lin Fan any experience. But Lin Fan felt that since he was already here, it wouldn't hurt to provoke him a bit, or perhaps even enhance their relationship.

Lin Fan rubbed his hands and smiled slightly. Actually, his main goal was to steal another peach and increase his experience with the "Monkey Steals the Peach" technique.

No sooner said than done. Lin Fan straightened his clothes outside, smoothed his hair, patted his hands in satisfaction, and prepared to give an uninvited surprise.

Inside the house.

Han Lu had always been diligently cultivating, day and night. Apart from resting for five hours each day, he wasted no time.

He had joined the sect late and missed the optimal period for cultivation.

Moreover, his talent was ordinary. From the moment he entered the sect, he had been branded as someone who would never achieve much in life.

But Han Lu did not give up, because he had the "Jade Purification Vase." He believed that as long as he had this treasure, he could become an absolute top-tier powerhouse.

After staying at the fourth stage of Houtian for a month, Han Lu planned to break through to the fifth stage tonight.

Han Lu was low-key and could endure. He must not be too conspicuous until his cultivation reached a certain level.

At that moment, Han Lu picked up a porcelain bowl containing an unknown liquid that emitted a fragrant aroma.

Smelling the fragrance, a smile appeared on Han Lu's lips. The liquid in the bowl was made from the "Qi-Gathering Pills" issued monthly by the sect. Han Lu had painstakingly accumulated them for two months, then ground them into powder and mixed them with water. Later, if he added a drop of "Immortal Fat Dew," he might even break through to the sixth stage of Houtian.

Han Lu clenched his fists excitedly. As long as his cultivation kept improving, he would surely attract the attention of the higher-ups. Once he caught their attention, he could enjoy more resources, unlike his current straitened circumstances.

Even low-grade pills like the "Qi-Gathering Pill" required Han Lu to scrimp and save every month.

Then, holding the fruits of several months of hard work, Han Lu took out the Jade Purification Vase and dripped the Immortal Fat Dew into the bowl.

The already fragrant liquid became even more enticing.

Han Lu nodded contentedly, then stood by the door, bowl in hand, looking out at the night sky through the hole in the door.

"I will become a dragon among men, awe-inspiring across the universe, making all the world worship me, Han Lu." Han Lu passionately declared his lofty ideals, then raised the bowl, ready to drink it in one gulp.

...

"Bang..."

"Senior Brother Han, your junior brother has come uninvited to catch up. Do you have time?" Lin Fan pushed the door open as if entering his own home, calling out with a smile.

"Eh... Senior Brother Han, where are you?" Seeing the room empty, Lin Fan was puzzled. Where had Senior Brother Han gone?

Just then, Lin Fan noticed the floor was damp. Looking down, he saw a patch of wetness with many water stains.

"Senior Brother Han, you... why are you behind the door?" Lin Fan was startled. He pulled the door open and found Han Lu standing dumbly behind it, eyes vacant, as if he had lost all hope.

Han Lu trembled slightly, his lifeless eyes fixed on the puddle on the ground—the result of months of hard work...

Lin Fan's eyes darted around. Seeing Senior Brother Han's state, as if he had lost something precious, Lin Fan realized he might have caused trouble.

Not knowing what to do, Lin Fan scratched his head. "Oops, wrong door. Senior Brother Han, I thought this was my place. Sorry about that, Senior Brother. I'll be going now."

Without waiting for Han Lu's reply, Lin Fan hurriedly pulled the door to leave.

"Stop." Just as Lin Fan was about to retreat, Han Lu spoke.

Lin Fan looked at Senior Brother Han and smiled sheepishly.

"Senior Brother Han, is there something else?" Lin Fan asked.

"No, you can go." Han Lu's body trembled violently, but he forced himself to stay calm, which made Lin Fan a bit scared.

Holding in one's breath like that could really damage one's health.

Without another word, Lin Fan immediately retreated.

After Lin Fan left, Han Lu closed the door with a normal expression. But the moment the door shut, he exploded.

Thud...

Han Lu knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he stared at the puddle of water.

"What sin have I, Han Lu, committed to encounter such a thing? Lin Fan, if I don't kill you in this life, I am not a man." At that moment, Han Lu's expression changed, becoming ferocious and filled with overwhelming resentment.

Crying with tears streaming down his face, Han Lu stood up, slightly opened the door, carefully checked outside, and after confirming no one was there, he immediately shut the door tightly and then lay down on the ground.

In the silent room, only a rustling sound could be heard.

If Lin Fan were still here, he would definitely cover his eyes in disbelief.

Filthy, too filthy.

...

"The medicinal power, the medicinal power is still there..." Han Lu, who had been grief-stricken, now revealed a wild smile, and then frantically licked, licking with such intensity that the brick floor nearly had a hole licked into it.

Only after the water stains on the ground had completely dried did he immediately sit cross-legged on the bed and begin to cultivate.

Most of the medicinal power had dissipated; reaching the sixth stage of Houtian was probably hopeless.

But there was still a glimmer of hope for the fifth stage.

...

Lin Fan returned to his residence, then lay on the bed with his legs crossed and his hands behind his head.

"It seems Senior Brother Han is not a simple guy either," Lin Fan muttered to himself.

The puddle on the ground had a fragrant aroma; anyone who wasn't stupid would know it was something good.

And Lin Fan knew what it was, understanding that it wasn't something an ordinary outer disciple could obtain.

But how Senior Brother Han had gotten it, Lin Fan wasn't too sure.

Still, these things weren't that important to Lin Fan. With this system, he was already incredibly awesome.