Lu Daosheng stepped onto the platform and looked at Lin Fan with burning eyes. Those words had spoken straight to his heart.
Although his cultivation was at the Earthly Dipper Realm, he really did not amount to much within the sect.
Yet very few were willing to give their heads and spill their hot blood for the sect. Most enjoyed the sect's benefits while pursuing that elusive, untraceable supreme realm.
He had once been nothing more than a down-and-out ordinary martial artist. Later, by chance, an elder of the Flame Magnificence Sect had taken a liking to him, brought him back to the sect, and taught him with painstaking care. When war broke out, everyone else had backed down, but he had stepped forward without hesitation and led a force into battle to protect their homes and defend the sect. Without the Flame Magnificence Sect, there would have been no big family behind him.
Now that a disciple had spoken such words, how could he not feel inspired?
"Well said." Lu Daosheng looked at Lin Fan and nodded in great satisfaction.
Lin Fan remained perfectly composed. Those words had only been so-so. He still had plenty more to say, but for now, that one statement was enough.
Saying too much would actually feel rather inappropriate.
Lü Qiming clapped, cheering below the platform. "Junior Brother Lin, well done!"
The other disciples shouted, "Protect our homes and defend the sect! Yield not an inch of land!"
Lu Daosheng asked, "Junior Brother Lin, is there anything else you'd like to say?"
Lin Fan calmly waved his hand. "Senior Brother Lu, those words are enough. There's no need to say anything more."
As far as Lin Fan was concerned, what else could he say? If he kept going, wouldn't his eloquence have these fellows grabbing their weapons and charging off to fight the Sunshine Sect?
Even now, he found it all rather baffling. He had come to this world, and the body's original owner had been a disciple of the Flame Magnificence Sect. No matter how attached that original owner had been to the Flame Magnificence Sect, what did that have to do with him? He was merely a passerby, and his intention was still to escape this place.
With the heavens high, the earth vast, the seas broad, and the skies boundless, his chance to soar freely would come.
He certainly wasn't going to waste his time on some battlefield.
Under everyone's gaze, Lin Fan walked down from the platform.
Lü Qiming hurried over. "Junior Brother Lin, that was so well said. Those words will become my motto. I'll remember them forever."
Gao Dazhuang nodded. "Me too. My blood's boiling. I wouldn't hesitate to give my head and spill my hot blood for the sect. If we shrink back in fear, the people of our sect behind us who are counting on us probably won't escape the Sunshine Sect's vicious clutches."
Faced with all this praise, what else could Lin Fan say? As long as they were happy.
The Sunshine Sect.
Severely wounded, Qiu Li returned with his tail between his legs. When the Sunshine Sect's higher-ups heard about what had happened, their expressions turned utterly ugly. They had never expected a sure victory to turn out like this.
"Senior Brother, I know I was wrong. Please give me another chance." Sweat poured down Qiu Li's forehead, his face filled with terror.
Given the circumstances, he deserved to die ten thousand deaths, but the problem was that he didn't want to die.
The man standing before Qiu Li had a sinister presence. He looked at Qiu Li as though looking at a dead man.
"You're already crippled," the man said. Qiu Li's sleeves hung empty, a truly wretched sight.
At those words, Qiu Li's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly dropped to his knees and banged his forehead against the ground. "Senior Brother, spare me! Please spare me..."
The man looked coldly at Qiu Li and waved his hand. "Drag him away. Feed him to it."
To Qiu Li, the words "feed him to it" struck like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky. They meant he would be devoured by the War Behemoth.
The War Behemoth was a ferocious giant beast bred from multiple kinds of demonic beasts using special rearing methods. If he was fed to it, he could only become nourishment for the beast.
"No... Senior Brother, spare me!"
No matter how Qiu Li begged, it was useless. The disciples on either side dragged him straight out.
As far as the Sunshine Sect was concerned, what use was he now that he was crippled like this?
Had it not been wartime, perhaps no one would have bothered with him, but during a war, they would certainly squeeze the greatest possible use out of trash.
Lin Fan was feeling absolutely fantastic.
There was an indescribable thrill to showing off in front of so many disciples. Just tell him that didn't feel good.
Inside his room.
Lin Fan sat cross-legged and began cultivating. His greatest interest was improving his strength. Only when his strength increased would he have something truly real.
Hard Cultivation Points +1.
The Body Refining Art was a cultivation technique every disciple of the Flame Magnificence Sect had to practice, but to Lin Fan, it really lacked some damn flavor.
At that moment, Lin Fan opened his eyes and fell silent.
He really ought to give it a try.
He thought of the Human-Grade Cultivation Technique Creation Guide he had drawn. No matter what, it really wouldn't be right not to give it a try.
He recalled the cultivation method of the Body Refining Art, running through it in his mind.
Lin Fan already had a plan and immediately began cultivating.
He would leave the first step unchanged. For the second step, he would take a different path.
He had to come up with a new cultivation technique.
Cultivation, begin!
Suddenly, Lin Fan's eyes snapped open. Something was wrong. An enormous change had occurred in his body.
His blood Qi seethed as though it were about to explode.
Bubbles bulged out all over his body.
Bang!
He exploded.
Hard Cultivation Points +10.
Ten seconds later, Lin Fan woke up.
Motherfucker, did it have to be like this? It didn't give me any chance to resist at all. I just exploded. Practicing a cultivation technique wrong actually has consequences this severe. Lin Fan muttered inwardly, feeling a little afraid.
When he saw the walls around him, Lin Fan no longer wanted to say a word.
Bloodstains covered every wall. How was he supposed to live like this? If his senior brothers came in and saw the scene, wouldn't they think something serious had happened here?
"Fuck, I can't stay here. I have to find somewhere else." Lin Fan was already feeling rather helpless. What the hell was all this?
He then found some things and hurriedly cleaned the bloodstains off the surrounding walls.
Once everything was taken care of.
Lin Fan went straight out. He couldn't mess around here. If he kept going, something was bound to happen. He was fucking courting death, trying to create cultivation techniques like this. If he exploded a few hundred times, it would be hard to say he wouldn't be discovered.
If he really was discovered, how would he go on living?
Was he actually supposed to pretend to be a corpse?
He had to keep things steady.
Lin Fan quietly made his way along. When passing disciples saw him, the looks in their eyes immediately changed, as though they were looking at a hero.
This left Lin Fan feeling a little embarrassed.
"Look, that's Senior Brother Lin."
"That's the Senior Brother Lin who made that earth-shaking statement? He really is extraordinary."
"He's my idol."
Hearing these words, Lin Fan kept a rather low profile. These were all external trappings, not worth mentioning. Then he raised his head and left with a smile.
The disciples, however, were tremendously excited.
"Did you see that? Senior Brother Lin just smiled at me."
"Smiled at you, my ass! He was clearly smiling at me, all right?"
At that moment, the disciples began arguing, none willing to concede to the others. In each one's eyes, Senior Brother Lin had clearly been smiling at him just now.