Chapter 8: A Pig Mixed Among the Newbies

Along the way, Lin Fan got in touch with Ni Mingyang and learned a lot of news.

At the same time, he highly approved of the latest system of the Holy Demon Sect.

Geniuses—those were the ones to be nurtured with focus.

The Holy Demon Sect's outer sect assessment disciples were divided into nine territories, and Lin Fan was only in a small branch of one territory, yet even this small branch had several hundred people.

Estimating the overall number, it must be a terrifying figure.

To discover geniuses hidden within the sect, the Holy Demon Sect had issued a reward system for finding and recommending geniuses.

"Senior Brother Ni, what kind of person is Senior Brother Meng? Do you think a genius like me would be to his liking?" Lin Fan asked with a chuckle.

Ni Mingyang, walking ahead, stopped.

Lin Fan looked at Ni Mingyang, unsure what the outcome would be.

"Junior Brother Lin, Senior Brother Meng is a very serious person. You must not act presumptuously in front of him, remember that." Ni Mingyang said very seriously; he was somewhat afraid that this naive junior brother might do something outrageous in front of Senior Brother Meng.

"Understood." Lin Fan nodded, now somewhat curious about this so-called Senior Brother Meng.

The top ten outstanding geniuses of the outer sect.

Among tens of thousands of outer sect disciples, to rank in the top ten must be a formidable figure.

Along the way, Lin Fan felt as if he had entered a grand garden. In the year he had been a punching bag, Lin Fan had not been to other places, so naturally he did not know how large the Holy Demon Sect was.

And now, everything before his eyes brought Lin Fan into a new world.

"We're here. This is where Senior Brother Meng lives."

Lin Fan looked at the residence before him, his heart filled with longing. One day, I will have all this too.

"Go in. Remember, don't be presumptuous." Ni Mingyang said.

"Ah, I know Senior Brother Ni." Lin Fan nodded. He was quite willing to approach this Senior Brother Ni, who, though occasionally putting on airs, was endearingly lacking in intelligence.

Inside the courtyard, white walls encircled the area, green willows drooped around, and rocks were scattered about, presenting a scene of splendor and elegance.

This was where the top ten outstanding talents of the outer sect lived—truly a place to be yearned for.

"Senior Brother Meng..." Ni Mingyang stood outside the house, speaking respectfully.

"Come in." At that moment, a faint voice came from within the house, and Lin Fan suddenly felt a bit nervous.

From the sound of his voice, it seemed his air of superiority was quite high.

...

Lin Fan followed behind Ni Mingyang and walked inside. The room was antique and fragrant, like the dwelling of a literary scholar, which seemed somewhat out of place for a demon sect.

"Is this the genius the subordinates mentioned?" Meng Yangquan closed the ancient book in his hand and carefully scrutinized Lin Fan.

Lin Fan, in turn, stared openly at this so-called top ten outstanding talent of the outer sect.

Indeed.

A dragon among men.

As a man, Lin Fan felt a bit of envy and jealousy. What was wrong with this world? Why were so many men so unnaturally handsome?

And this so-called Senior Brother Meng before him, though handsome in an eerie way, exuded a natural authority without anger, giving an indescribable feeling.

In modern terms, he was just plain cold and aloof.

Hard to communicate with, really hard to communicate with.

And when Lin Fan checked his level, he was instantly convinced.

"Entering Spirit Sixth Stage!"

Holy crap, with such high cultivation, still holed up among the outer disciples—this guy must be sick.

As long as one breaks through to the Xiantian realm, they can become an inner disciple, and once they step into the Rushen realm, they can become a true disciple qualified to compete for the position of sect master. Even those who are slightly weaker can become elders or something.

This is completely a max-level account, a jerk who stubbornly refuses to leave the newbie zone.

Of course, this was just Lin Fan's own thought. Although the Titan Demon Body had now reached the 18th layer, Lin Fan figured that the other party might be able to blow him to dust with a single breath.

"Are you Lin Fan?" Meng Yangquan spoke.

"Yes." Lin Fan nodded neither humbly nor arrogantly. Although your cultivation is a bit high, no matter what, I am someone with a system, so I can't lose face.

"Brother Meng, Junior Brother Lin's Titan Demon Body is at a very high level; he can withstand my full-force strike. He is a rare genius." Ni Mingyang said.

"Oh." Brother Meng's gentle, water-like eyes shifted slightly.

Lin Fan suddenly felt as if he was completely exposed before Brother Meng's eyes.

Lin Fan was a bit embarrassed. This Brother Meng has high cultivation, but why does he like this kind of thing?

But soon, this feeling disappeared.

"Not bad, not bad. Truly strange. The Titan Demon Body is the lowest-level body-tempering technique of the Holy Demon Sect. For you to cultivate it to such a level shows astonishing talent. However, your own cultivation is a bit low; you need to work harder." Meng Yangquan's expression was calm, but inwardly he was extremely shocked, finding it somewhat unbelievable.

But in front of a junior, how could he, a great expert, show shock?

"Thank you for your advice, Brother Meng." Lin Fan said.

"Mingyang, take him to Elder Li's place for registration." Meng Yangquan said.

"Yes." Ni Mingyang nodded, then prepared to take his leave.

"Mingyang..."

"Brother?"

"In three months, there will be the inner sect assessment. You should put in some effort, set aside your current tasks, and give it a try." Meng Yangquan said.

"Brother, where you are, there I am..." Ni Mingyang said with a firm expression.

Lin Fan, who had been standing silently by, glanced at the two and muttered to himself, Could it be that Ni Mingyang likes men...

Tsk tsk...

Unthinkable, unthinkable...

"Ah, go on." Meng Yangquan sighed.

"Yes."

...

Outside.

Along the way, Ni Mingyang didn't say a word, which made Lin Fan a bit bored.

"What cultivation level is Brother Meng?" Lin Fan asked casually, after all, it was strange for a great expert at the Rushen sixth level to stay in the outer sect.

"Xiantian third level." Ni Mingyang replied.

Lin Fan nodded. There was definitely something off. Hiding his cultivation so others wouldn't know—could Meng Yangquan really be a great expert playing the fool?

"Brother, Brother Meng asked you to take the inner sect assessment. Why didn't you go? People aim higher; do you want to stay in the outer sect forever?" Lin Fan asked.

"You wouldn't understand..." Ni Mingyang didn't say much, just replied with that.

Lin Fan heard this and instantly exploded.

What the hell, I don't understand? You don't even explain the situation, and you say I don't understand.

Forget it... forget it.

I'm not a gossipy person anyway. Whether you have bromance or whatever, what does it have to do with me?

But this really is too intriguing.

Lin Fan wanted to open Ni Mingyang's brain and take a good look to see what was going on, why he would give up the chance for promotion.

But seeing Ni Mingyang's current deadpan expression, Lin Fan couldn't be bothered to ask more.