Chapter 90: Get as Many as You Can

After coming down from Nameless Peak, as he walked along, Lin Fan vaguely felt that the glances the disciples of the Sacred Sect cast at him were somewhat strange.

Those disciples gathered in small groups, whispering and discussing among themselves. When Lin Fan passed by, they pretended nothing was wrong and looked elsewhere.

But as soon as Lin Fan walked past, they started talking softly again.

"Is this guy the current master of Nameless Peak?"

"He doesn't seem like much. Do you think he might be the Sect Leader's illegitimate son? I heard the Sect Leader had a romantic affair in his early years."

"Shh, keep your voice down. If someone reports this to the Sect Leader, we'll be in trouble."

"But Nameless Peak is too dilapidated and has been uninhabited for years. Building a branch sect up there won't be easy."

...

The news that Lin Fan had obtained Nameless Peak to build a branch sect was no secret. Some disciples in the sect were very curious about it, while others didn't take it to heart and focused all their energy on cultivation.

Lin Fan discovered that the Sacred Sect had several good places, and it seemed that secondary professions were quite popular here.

For instance, when he passed by a weapon refining workshop, the doors of the row of houses were tightly shut, and there was a rumbling sound inside. At first, Lin Fan wondered what was going on, until a big man came out of the house, raised a weapon that Lin Fan thought was mediocre, and shouted loudly.

"High-grade longsword, trade for Golden Marrow Pill."

Lin Fan knew about the Golden Marrow Pill; it was a pill that greatly helped martial artists below the Divine Entry realm, increasing their cultivation speed.

But the scene that followed instantly stunned Lin Fan. The disciples waiting at the door were shouting like madmen.

They almost started a fight.

Lin Fan also checked the cultivator of the weapon seller. His cultivation was ordinary, only at the Xiantian realm, but his refining skills were not low, far better than those of the Saint Demon Sect's refiners.

It seemed that here, martial artists who practiced secondary professions would exchange their crafted items for pills that enhanced cultivation.

Then Lin Fan saw some other secondary professions, all similar to the scene just now.

It appeared that there were many people focusing on cultivation, but few on secondary professions. And those with secondary professions would use their crafted items to exchange for things that enhanced strength.

Not bad, not bad.

Lin Fan now had some ideas.

The weeds on Nameless Peak hadn't been cleared yet, and it was still difficult for him alone.

He had to find some labor, oh no, he should recruit some disciples to help him develop the sect.

Looking at the cultivation levels of the disciples around him, they were either at the Xiantian or Divine Entry realm. Given his current situation, it would be hard to trick them.

If he wanted to trick people, he should find disciples who were not valued in the sect.

For example, those below the Xiantian realm.

With this idea, Lin Fan immediately started to act.

"Hello, junior brother. May I ask which disciples in this sect are the least valued?" Lin Fan showed what he thought was a very friendly smile and stopped a disciple who was hurrying along.

The disciple who was stopped looked Lin Fan up and down. Who is this guy? Never seen him before. He called me junior brother? Could this guy be of a higher seniority than me?

But seeing this guy's serious expression and a faint aura of intimidation, the disciple was slightly intimidated.

Lin Fan looked at the disciple in front of him, smiling slightly, taking in the other's expression.

He knew that this disciple was intimidated by his aura.

"Senior brother, the ones least valued in the sect should be the menial disciples," the disciple said. He had a slight doubt about this guy, but the other's calm demeanor gave him an inexplicable pressure.

"Oh, how do I get there?" Lin Fan asked.

"Go east all the way, pass a small path, and halfway up the mountain is where the menial disciples live." The disciple, intimidated by Lin Fan, answered truthfully.

"Mm, thank you, junior brother." Lin Fan patted his shoulder with satisfaction, then walked with his hands behind his back toward the indicated direction, exuding an air of a master.

"May I ask your surname, senior brother?" the disciple called out.

"In the future, you may call me Senior Brother Lin." Lin Fan said lightly without turning his head.

"Surname Lin?" The disciple nodded. He would go back and check carefully to see which great figure this senior brother was. Maybe he could latch onto a powerful backer.

...

Following the direction the disciple had indicated, Lin Fan soon found the place where the menial disciples lived.

When he saw the living conditions of the menial disciples, Lin Fan couldn't help but sigh. Truly a great sect—the living conditions of the menial disciples were comparable to those of the outer disciples of the Saint Demon Sect.

"Senior brother, you have an impressive bearing, clearly from the inner sect. Is there anything this disciple can help with?" Just as Lin Fan was observing the surroundings, a shifty-eyed guy hurried over and asked fawningly.

Lin Fan smiled and looked at the disciple. "Mm, good. Call out the menial disciples. I want to select a few to come back to my peak."

Zhang Ergou looked at the senior brother before him. He had thought he was an inner disciple and wanted to flatter him, hoping to get some benefits.

Now hearing him refer to himself as 'I, the master,' Zhang Ergou's already flushed triangular face turned even redder.

'I, the master'?

That was a title only big shots in the sect could use!

This... this...

Zhang Ergou knew everything about the Sacred Sect's gossip. Although he didn't recognize this big shot, he thought maybe this was a great figure who had been in seclusion and had now come out to select some disciples.

Moreover, he had just mentioned a peak?

In the Sacred Sect, only elders of the Supreme Elder generation could have their own peaks.

"Good, good, please wait. I'll go call them now." Zhang Ergou suddenly felt that today might be his lucky day. He hadn't expected that the person he casually approached was a big shot.

If he could follow this person back to the peak, wouldn't that be like a pheasant turning into a phoenix? From then on, he would be a person of the peak.

He just didn't know if it was Zhongtian Peak, Qingtian Peak, or...

Zhang Ergou dared not imagine further. Just thinking about it made him tremble with excitement.

Lin Fan stood there, sighing softly. Life was hard if you weren't aloof and mysterious.

But what he had said earlier wasn't wrong.

As the sixth-generation sect leader of the Saint Demon Sect, although his cultivation was mediocre now, calling himself 'I, the master' was perfectly justified and beyond doubt.

For now, he would get as many as he could, first take them to the peak to clear those weeds.