Chapter 202: Showing Off in Every Way, Earning Admiration

"Senior Brother, are we just leaving like this?" a disciple said reluctantly.

"What else can we do?" Liu Yiyuan had long lost his previous arrogant demeanor, his head drooping as he sighed repeatedly.

He hadn't expected such a turn of events, that they would hit a wall of iron.

"Senior Brother, could it be fake?"

Liu Yiyuan sneered after hearing this, "Would you dare to use it?"

That disciple lowered his head in shock—indeed, he wouldn't dare; such impersonation was more serious than any crime.

Liu Yiyuan, after all, was an inner disciple of the Fire Dao Sect and could discern the authenticity of the token. Moreover, he knew without testing that the man's strength was beyond his ability to handle.

Although his palm strike hadn't used full force, he cultivated the most orthodox technique of the Fire Dao Sect—Blazing Flame Incineration—which was not something anyone could withstand with just their physical body.

"Even though the map is gone now, we must still go and take a look," Liu Yiyuan said. The purpose of this trip was to find an item in an abandoned forbidden ground.

They didn't know what this item was, and precisely because they didn't know, they were eager to find out.

That cowhide map had been obtained by chance. Liu Yiyuan couldn't possibly keep it for himself; with over a dozen junior disciples having seen it, could he kill them all to hide the secret?

By then, not only would the treasure not be found, but he might be captured and killed by the sect.

"Senior brothers, wait for me..." Wang Hao came running from afar. Having finally managed to infiltrate the sect, how could he give up now?

Liu Yiyuan looked at Wang Hao in the distance, frowning with disdain, "Go, tell him to get lost."

"Yes, Senior Brother," a junior disciple nodded.

The Fire Dao Sect was a sect everyone dreamed of joining; how could it accept trash? As an inner disciple, Liu Yiyuan was the chief examiner for disciple recruitment. Wang Hao's hometown was Ink City, which was very close to the location on the cowhide map, so Liu Yiyuan had only intended to use him a little—after all, someone had to cover expenses on the road.

Now, to Liu Yiyuan, Wang Hao was completely useless.

...

Ink City.

Lin Fan was overjoyed at the moment, carefully placing the token like a treasure into his backpack. He hadn't expected this usually useless Peak Master token to be so effective.

He had stripped that disciple clean, and the other didn't even dare to fart—it was truly satisfying.

At this moment, Lin Fan stood there, the feeling of being the center of attention was absolutely wonderful.

The two clan heads, Wang and Song, had originally come to watch the Gong family's misfortune, but this sudden turn of events sent shockwaves through their hearts.

They remembered every word the man had just said—a Sacred Sect, that was a Sacred Sect!

When had the Gong family connected with the Sacred Sect? And this man was the Peak Master of its Eleventh Peak. Though they didn't understand what that meant, seeing the Fire Dao Sect inner disciple humiliated repeatedly without daring to retort, they knew his status was extraordinary.

In the end, the Wang and Song clan heads quietly retreated, their hearts already filled with fear.

...

Gong Bingye watched Lin Fan's aloof back, and suddenly her heart trembled slightly.

In Gong Bingye's eyes, Lin Fan's figure seemed to grow even taller.

Gong Bingye knew of the Sacred Sect—it was a transcendent great sect. Even among sects, there were ranks; compared to the Sacred Sect, the Fire Dao Sect was worlds apart.

Gong Bingye was not deterred by the gap in status between her and Lin Fan; instead, it sparked a desire to conquer him, or even better, to stay by his side.

Since ancient times, heroes love beauties, and beauties naturally love heroes even more.

A lack of emotional foundation was not frightening; after all, it would develop over time.

At that moment, Lin Fan stood motionless, letting the crowd admire his divine countenance. He had only revealed his identity out of necessity.

Seeing the awe in the onlookers' expressions, Lin Fan's heart was greatly satisfied.

Then, noticing Wang Hu lying on the ground, Lin Fan's brow twitched. He immediately stepped forward and muttered to himself.

"The injuries are severe, with only a breath left. But with me here, I can naturally ensure your safety."

The surrounding crowd exchanged glances upon hearing this. They could all see that Wang Hu's injuries were grave; the ground was covered in blood, indicating internal damage.

At this moment, Lin Fan held a pill in his hand.

This pill was one of the healing pills Lin Fan had refined in his spare time. Its grade was naturally very high, and ordinary people couldn't refine it.

"This Nine Blood Pill should heal your injuries," Lin Fan said, his voice not loud but audible to everyone present.

Some of the wandering cultivators present had some knowledge and had heard of the Nine Blood Pill. They exclaimed loudly.

"This is actually the Nine Blood Pill!"

"What? Could it be that legendary divine pill that cures any injury?"

"In the large trade associations, the Nine Blood Pill is in demand but not available on the market."

"I never thought this person would casually take out a Nine Blood Pill as a healing pill."

...

Lin Fan listened to the wandering cultivators' voices, his heart even more satisfied. For Lin Fan, what he wanted was exactly this kind of astonished reaction.

Gong Bingye watched Lin Fan, a subtle expression on her exquisite face, her heart stirring with an indescribable feeling.

It seemed that this great man... enjoyed that kind of feeling.

At that moment, Gong Bingye chuckled inwardly. What had seemed uncertain before now felt full of certainty.

"Great One, this Nine Blood Pill—even if my Gong family exhausted all its resources, we couldn't afford it..." Gong Bingye's stunning face showed shock.

Lin Fan was about to give the pill to Wang Hu, but upon hearing Gong Bingye's words, his heart trembled. He was also a bit puzzled—was this pill really that valuable?

Although the refining materials were many and some were precious, it shouldn't be this extreme.

But thinking that he had no comparison within the sect, and since Gong Bingye had said so, Lin Fan gave a faint smile, looking completely indifferent.

"No matter, it's just a pill. If it's gone, I can refine more."

This statement showcased Lin Fan's disregard for the Nine Blood Pill while implying that these pills were all refined by him, so everything was fine.

Sure enough, after Lin Fan said this, the scene was instantly filled with shock and continuous exclamations of amazement.

And Gong Bingye, as if confirming her thoughts, revealed a faint smile.

After Lin Fan gave the pill to Wang Hu, he walked over to Gong Bingye and took her arm.

"Come inside with me."

Gong Bingye's pretty face flushed, her heart pounding like a deer in the headlights.

So fast? I'm not ready yet...

The wandering cultivators outside also smiled, feeling that the Gong family was about to soar to new heights.

Some wandering cultivators who knew the Gong family head well shouted in their hearts.

A son is not as good as a daughter... Clan Head Gong, you've raised a fine daughter indeed.