But right now, Lin Fan really wanted to say, Laugh, my ass! I'm going off to cultivate!
Honestly, Senior Brother Lü and the others really did treat him well, but he couldn't lump everything together. Back when he had lived in a harmonious society, simply not doing anything harmful to society had already been a great good deed.
Freedom.
Did they understand what that word meant?
It meant doing what he wanted, as long as he didn't break the law.
Besides, now that he had come to this unfamiliar world, what was the point of talking about good deeds and bad deeds? Staying alive was all that mattered.
Hadn't they seen how many people he had hacked to death in the few days since arriving in this world? Back in his old world, he would have been locked up until he wore through the bottom of his cell.
He simply wanted freedom-to leave this place, roam the world, see what things were like everywhere, and then think about his plans for the future.
Unfortunately, his current circumstances were rather shaky. He couldn't just do whatever he wanted.
He came to a deserted spot, though it was actually still within the Flame Magnificence Sect's jurisdiction. In Lin Fan's opinion, leaving the sect's territory without anyone knowing would be truly difficult, unless you could fly.
With Lin Fan's current strength, never mind flying-even running, he wasn't particularly fast.
He stopped dwelling on it. He might as well try creating a cultivation technique.
His earlier experiment had left a deep impression on him: failure could very well mean exploding to death.
He took out paper and a pen and began taking notes. The first step had been right, but the second had gone wrong. There were so many extraordinary meridians in the human body; who could dare claim any given step was right?
Since he had gone wrong once, he would take another route.
He cultivated.
The blood and Qi in his body began to boil. Lin Fan was delighted. The second step had succeeded, and for the third, there were hundreds of meridians to choose from. He casually picked one and circulated in reverse.
Bang!
There was no hesitation whatsoever.
Lin Fan felt no pain and immediately began cursing. Motherfucker! What the fuck? Screw this! Does it have to be this dangerous?
How exactly did the people who created cultivation techniques do it? They couldn't possibly succeed on their first attempt. Otherwise, they would definitely get blown to death.
Hard Cultivation Points +10.
Lin Fan was somewhat at a loss for words. Creating his own cultivation technique felt like asking for suffering. But he possessed an undying body and couldn't feel pain. If he still couldn't create a technique of his own, how could he ever show his face again?
What Lin Fan didn't know was that among the human body's extraordinary meridians, some were paths of life and death. Anyone creating a cultivation technique would absolutely avoid those routes.
Besides, which person capable of creating a cultivation technique wasn't immensely powerful and deeply knowledgeable? Without that knowledge, how could they possibly create one?
Right now, he was merely testing them one by one, using a process of elimination to see which route was most suitable.
Lin Fan woke up. Although he wouldn't die, constantly blowing himself up was no solution. Wasn't this downright abuse?
But without this method, what else could he do?
Other people relied on their learning and knowledge to create cultivation techniques, while he experimented using the most primitive, most brutal methods.
There were no problems with the first and second steps, so he would try another route for the third.
Time ticked by.
Lin Fan took notes on the paper, then looked at the situation before him and nodded in satisfaction.
"Not bad luck. I actually made it to the fourth step. Keep it up, and I'll definitely succeed." Lin Fan was very confident. This was creating his own cultivation technique! If he succeeded, his name would go down through the ages.
With his earlier experience, Lin Fan brimmed with confidence.
"Let's go."
His blood and Qi boiled, and his body underwent a different change.
"Holy shit, what's going on? My chest! Oh, my mother!" Just then, Lin Fan discovered that his chest was gradually swelling dramatically. This was a textbook failure.
Although he couldn't feel pain, his sense of touch remained. Without another word, Lin Fan didn't even wait for his chest to explode on its own. He raised his blade and slit his throat in one clean, decisive stroke.
Hard Cultivation Points +10
Bitter. This was truly too bitter. Creating your own cultivation technique really wasn't a fucking job for a human being.
Yet Lin Fan never tired of it, because he firmly believed that creating his own cultivation technique was the sole benchmark for reaching the pinnacle of life.
Forget those prize draws. They were all fucking scams.
What kind of crap had he drawn? If he had relied on them, he would have died long ago.
Bang!
Bang!
A series of explosions rang out in the deserted spot.
If anyone had been there, they would certainly have stared, dumbstruck. Was this fucker even human?
Who knew how much time passed?
Lin Fan had already gone mad. He had forgotten how many times he had died.
At any rate, his hard cultivation points had already reached ten thousand.
By a rough count, he had died several hundred times.
"Let's go!" Lin Fan roared, circulating along the route as his blood and Qi abruptly boiled.
This was the final route.
His body underwent a tremendous change, an effect the Body Refining Art did not have.
Suddenly.
The Human-Grade Cultivation Technique Creation Guide that had previously sunk into his body changed.
A line of text appeared on its blank page.
Proud Bone Body Tempering Art: physical enhancement, unyielding bones, Hard Cultivation Points from cultivation +2 Middle human grade!
"Holy shit!" Seeing the words suddenly appear on the blank page, Lin Fan nearly took flight.
Had any of this been fucking easy for me?
After all that effort, after exploding so many times, he had finally fucking succeeded.
At that moment, he wanted to cry. Had any of this been easy for him?
He just wanted to ask: how many times had he blown himself up? If someone else had been doing this, could they have kept going?
But something wasn't right.
This technique didn't seem to meet his expectations.
Cultivating only added two hard cultivation points.
Are you tossing scraps to a beggar?
No. I have to keep working.
Lin Fan now brimmed with confidence. Whatever else, he had already succeeded more than halfway. As long as he kept experimenting, he would definitely create a higher-grade cultivation technique.
Time ticked by.
The sky gradually darkened.
Even so, Lin Fan didn't give up.
He simply refused to believe it. Even constantly blowing himself up couldn't stop him.
What he didn't know was that Lü Qiming had been searching for him all along. At first, when he hadn't seen Junior Brother Lin, he had assumed he had gone somewhere.
But when evening arrived and they still hadn't seen him, they grew anxious.
Where exactly had Junior Brother Lin gone?
The next day.
Dawn broke.
This patch of ground had long since become a sea of blood.
His little notebook contained a vast number of cultivation routes, but not a single one led all the way through.
"No more. No more. I'm fucking about to puke." Lin Fan truly couldn't take it anymore. He had experimented for an entire day without getting so much as a hair.
"The Proud Bone Body Tempering Art. I'll cultivate this thing for now. Once I recover someday, I'll give it another proper try." For now, this was the only way he could console himself.
Whatever else, at least he had made a little progress compared to before, hadn't he?