Lü Qiming was thoroughly won over by a junior brother like this. Just as he himself had said, he really was a true man.
"Junior Brother, are you really all right?" Lü Qiming asked worriedly.
Although his junior brother had been fierce just now, the battle had been far too intense. He really feared that his junior brother was forcing himself to hold on and making his injuries worse.
Lin Fan definitely had to say he was fine.
After all, if he said he wasn't, wouldn't that weaken his imposing presence?
But thinking of his failed escape left him feeling miserable. He just wanted to run away. Couldn't they give him a chance?
Why was his luck always so ugly? Even taking a little path, he could run into ghosts. Running into ghosts was bad enough, but after he had his whole routine ready, reinforcements had actually arrived. They weren't leaving him any way to survive.
Pfft!
He spat out another mouthful of blood. Just how serious were his injuries?
"I can't take it. I'm fainting, fainting." Lin Fan let out a cry as the world spun around him, and he passed straight out.
Seeing this, Lü Qiming hurriedly caught Lin Fan in his arms. "Come on, let's hurry back."
Yin Xiaotian stepped forward and took out a pill. "Give this to Junior Brother Lin first to stabilize his injuries."
After an unknown length of time, Lin Fan opened his eyes and looked outside. It was already dark, probably the middle of the night.
Then he noticed Lü Qiming leaning against the bedside. Lü Qiming suddenly opened his eyes, and when he saw that Junior Brother Lin was awake, delight immediately filled his face. "Junior Brother, how do you feel?"
There was something a little off about that question.
He didn't even know how he felt, all right? He had no sense of pain, so what could he possibly say?
Still, looking at Lü Qiming's worried expression, Lin Fan said calmly, "Not bad. Pretty comfortable."
Lü Qiming immediately sighed in relief. "That's good. Junior Brother, you have no idea how serious your injuries were. When you were being treated, even the doctor said it was a miracle you were still alive. Senior Brother Lu brought a sacred healing pill for you to take, and only then did your injuries stabilize."
"So that's what happened." Lin Fan nodded, feeling a little lingering fear. If he had died in front of them and then suddenly come back to life, that would have been bafflingly awkward.
Still, he hadn't expected Senior Brother Lu to be willing to give him a sacred healing pill. Anything worthy of that name had to be a good pill.
"Senior Brother, it's not early anymore. There's nothing wrong with me now, so go back and rest," Lin Fan said.
"Junior Brother, I'm fine." Lü Qiming had no intention of leaving, since he was still worried.
But Lin Fan didn't want him staying here. He still had to kill himself in a bit. If Lü Qiming didn't leave, how was he supposed to do that?
No matter how powerful this sacred healing pill was, could it really restore him instantly?
Even now, he could feel that something was wrong with his body. His blood and Qi seemed to flow poorly, and he couldn't muster any strength.
"Senior Brother, go back and rest. This is a critical time, and I'm fine now. Don't worry," Lin Fan urged repeatedly.
In the end, Lü Qiming said nothing more. He nodded and left.
"Junior Brother, rest well. Call me if anything happens."
After making sure Senior Brother Lü had left, Lin Fan got out of bed and moved his body a little. That little movement alone told him something was wrong. His body was slightly stiff. It looked like he needed to salvage the situation.
Then Lin Fan noticed that the nine-ring broadsword he had picked up had actually been brought back too. It lay right on the table, leaving him somewhat speechless.
"Who picked this up and brought it back for me? It's just a weapon I grabbed at random. Did they really think it was mine?"
Still, he didn't dwell on it. He simply picked up the nine-ring broadsword and drew it across his neck.
Lin Fan felt he was getting a little violent, killing himself at the drop of a hat. If outsiders knew about this, what would they think of him?
One slash, and he was immediately a corpse on the floor.
Hard Cultivation Points +10.
Ten seconds later.
Lin Fan opened his eyes, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. His whole body felt clear and unobstructed, and all his injuries had vanished.
Then he hurriedly checked his panel to see how many points he had hauled in this time.
Name: Lin Fan. Cultivation: Body Tempering Fifth Stage (+) Hard Cultivation Points: 10510. Points: 1100. Talent: Undying Body. Draw: Bronze (100), Silver (300), further options locked.
"Not bad. I raked in so many points. Time for some draws."
If he hadn't personally drawn twice, he would never have believed he could get those things.
Tang Sect Torrential Rain Pear Blossom Needles and a hand grenade.
Those two things appearing in this world were rather bizarre, but their power really wasn't insignificant.
A single grenade could blast someone at the eighth level of Body Tempering into a cripple. If he drew a few more, who would dare act brazenly toward him in the future?
"Let's try a 100-point Bronze draw first and test my luck."
"Here we go."
100 points consumed. Bronze draw result: Thank you for participating. Keep trying.
Lin Fan's face had been full of smiles, but now it suddenly froze.
"???"
What did this mean? Could there be blanks too? Weren't these draws guaranteed wins?
He couldn't quite understand it. This felt like a scam.
The Eternal-grade draw he had received at the start had won.
The two Bronze draws had both won too, and the prizes had been pretty good.
But now this damned thing was telling him a win wasn't guaranteed? Wasn't that a bit of a scam?
Just like that, 100 points were gone.
"Motherfucker." If he had a saber right now, he would definitely hack this draw thing into an idiot. It actually scammed people.
But forget it. He would bear it. He would keep drawing. Be magnanimous.
Only this time, he had to do the 300-point draw.
300 points consumed. Silver draw result: Obtained one Human-Grade Cultivation Technique Creation Guide.
Lin Fan: "???"
"What the hell is this now? Three hundred points, and this is what you give me?"
"No, wait. Human-Grade Cultivation Technique Creation Guide. This seems pretty incredible."
At that moment, Lin Fan remembered something. He had heard a legend that anyone who wanted to become a powerhouse who roamed the universe and swept across the world had to create their own cultivation technique. Only those who created their own techniques could become true powerhouses.
In that instant.
As Lin Fan thought of those words, a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes.
He hadn't expected to draw such a treasure. Although it was only a Human-Grade Cultivation Technique Creation Guide, it still couldn't be underestimated.
Even for an Earthly Dipper Realm powerhouse, creating a cultivation technique was impossible.
It was only possible once one's realm, insight, and knowledge reached a certain level. Otherwise, it was all empty talk.
Lin Fan's little hands trembled slightly. He was thrilled and excited.
He hadn't expected his luck to be so good that he could draw such a treasure.
Then he eagerly opened the guidebook.
Although it had only one page, it would absolutely shock the world.
Suddenly!
Lin Fan's pupils contracted sharply.
As though he couldn't believe it.
It read:
The myriad cultivation techniques in this world all have foundations to follow. Something cannot be created from nothing. Therefore, the simplest method of creating a cultivation technique is as follows:
"Find a cultivation technique and circulate it in reverse. If you aren't afraid of dying, try a few more times. You'll succeed eventually."
After he finished reading, the Human-Grade Cultivation Technique Creation Guide turned into white light and sank into his body.
"I... I..." Lin Fan's face flushed red, and his breathing grew rapid. Then he erupted.
"Motherfucker! Are you fucking playing me? Not afraid of dying? Try a few more times? Try your fucking sister!"
"Give me back my 300 points!"