Inside the room.
After arriving at the sect, he really did feel a little nervous.
Mainly because this was a real sect, not that temporary wartime base camp.
This place was truly vast, with countless sect disciples. As for exactly how many there were, that was impossible to estimate.
Back on Earth, when he read novels, he had always thought a sect was probably a small group. But now he realized that wasn't the case. This place was more like a city.
"Whatever. Let me cultivate first."
Learning that this was a world like those in fantasy novels had made his heart pound. After all, who didn't want to soar through the heavens, burrow through the earth, and be capable of anything? Now that the opportunity lay before him, how could he not be tempted?
Especially since he had such a powerful golden finger. If he didn't become a powerhouse with this, he'd fucking disgrace everyone on Earth.
Cultivate. He had to cultivate hard.
Before cultivating, though, he took out the Grenade Manufacturing Manual and slapped it against himself, learning the crafting skill.
In his eyes, these grenades were major killing weapons, extremely important weapons in the early stages.
He still had quite a few points left. Since he was going to cultivate anyway, he might as well spend them on draws.
If he got lucky, he might even draw some pills.
Ten consecutive draws. He would test his luck first.
He felt his hands had always been a little unlucky. Otherwise, those previous attempts wouldn't have screwed him over so badly.
1,000 points consumed.
Bronze draw: Thank you for your patronage. Keep trying. Bronze draw: Congratulations on drawing a mid-tier Human Grade support speed pill, the Wind Travel Pill. Bronze draw: Thank you for your patronage. Keep trying.
And then there was nothing more.
One thousand points had only gotten him a single mid-tier Human Grade pill. He could only concede defeat.
His rotten luck was beyond words. All he could do was concede defeat. If he hadn't had such a good mindset, he probably would have exploded on the spot.
The points were gone, and that was that. He didn't particularly regret it. He kept drawing.
This time, though, he wouldn't do bronze draws. He felt that if he kept drawing those, his luck would stay rotten. Better to switch things up.
Four consecutive silver draws. Here we go.
Silver draw: Thank you for your patronage. Keep trying. Silver draw: ...
At this moment, Lin Fan's face grew darker and darker, so dark it was almost frightening.
"For the love of God, are you going to give me a chance to live?"
"Would letting me fucking win once kill you?"
Silver draw: Congratulations on drawing a high-tier Mystic Grade cultivation pill, the Origin Accumulation Pill.
"Holy shit! Nicely done!"
Hearing that he had won something, Lin Fan leaped to his feet. It finally hadn't been a fucking waste, and his luck had even erupted.
He had actually drawn a high-tier Mystic Grade pill. More importantly, it was a cultivation pill that could be used directly to raise his cultivation.
What a rush.
Suppressing his excitement, he spent the last of his 130 points, leaving only 30 in the end. It counted as a good start.
Of course, doing a single bronze draw was simply courting death. His rotten luck struck immediately.
But to Lin Fan, these draws had already been completely worthwhile. He hadn't lost out at all.
He took the pill and began cultivating.
His Hard Cultivation Points increased rapidly. This was the best reward for putting in effort.
The next day!
When he opened his eyes, Lin Fan couldn't wait to check his stats.
Hard Cultivation Points: 42,000.
The night hadn't been wasted at all. He then tapped the (+), consuming 32,000 Hard Cultivation Points.
Cultivation: Body Tempering Realm Seventh Level (+)
The instant his cultivation rose, all his fatigue was swept away. His body brimmed with explosive strength, and his bones were even harder, as though they had been hammered and tempered a thousand times.
At this point, Lin Fan didn't continue cultivating. He had to get a clear understanding of the situation now. His points were already exhausted, and with his current abilities, he couldn't obtain high-quality pills for the time being. He could only get them through draws.
But his luck with these draws was far too rotten. Without a large supply of points to sustain them, he probably wouldn't be able to draw anything good at all.
When he pushed open the door and stepped outside, a man approached him.
"Junior Brother Lin." The moment the man saw Lin Fan, he came right up to him, his face wreathed in smiles.
Lin Fan blinked. "You are?"
He didn't know this fellow at all, and that smile was a little fucking sleazy. Was he planning something?
He was a stranger in this unfamiliar place. If someone really did harbor improper intentions toward him, he certainly wouldn't be able to resist. Was he supposed to close his eyes and pretend to enjoy it?
"Junior Brother Lin, I'm Huang Hao, a second-rank outer sect disciple. I came especially to congratulate you," Huang Hao said with a smile.
Lin Fan hadn't heard the rest clearly, but he had heard the word "congratulate" perfectly. He immediately broke into a delighted smile. "Senior Brother Huang, is there some good news?"
Huang Hao didn't keep him in suspense and took out a bundle of things. "Junior Brother Lin, you performed outstandingly on the battlefield. The sect's Heavenly Merit Hall has issued your rewards and specifically sent a disciple to deliver them. Please accept them, Junior Brother Lin."
As a second-rank outer sect disciple, he had been terribly envious when he saw these rewards. But he didn't dare embezzle them. If the Heavenly Merit Hall found out, he would be in serious trouble.
Lin Fan was delighted and accepted the things without hesitation.
First was a token. It felt like iron, with the words "First Rank" on its surface.
"Congratulations on becoming a first-rank outer sect disciple, Junior Brother Lin. I'll have to call you Senior Brother Lin from now on." Huang Hao flattered him enthusiastically, his expression truly obsequious.
Next, a small white bottle caught his eye. He shook it, and there seemed to be something inside. Opening it, he found pills.
"Senior Brother Lin, these are the low-tier Human Grade cultivation pills awarded by the sect, Vajra Pills. There are six in the bottle, and they have unimaginably marvelous effects on cultivating the physical body." Huang Hao was like a guide. Whenever Lin Fan examined something, he knew it as intimately as his own family treasures.
The moment Lin Fan heard "low-tier Human Grade," he lost all interest. The pills I pop are Mystic Grade. Even the worst are high-tier Human Grade. This sect is so fucking stingy.
Sigh, forget it.
Next was a stack of silvery, transparent paper, with numbers printed on it.
Huang Hao eyed it greedily. "Senior Brother Lin, this really makes your junior brother envious. You've rendered a great service, and the Heavenly Merit Hall has specially rewarded you with fifty thousand in Flame Magnificence Currency. That's wealth I might not earn even in an entire year."
This Flame Magnificence Currency could be used everywhere in the Flame Magnificence Sect. It could buy anything and had absolute purchasing power. These Vajra Pills, for example, cost three thousand each if purchased with Flame Magnificence Currency.
So the rewards the sect had given Lin Fan this time could be considered very generous.
After all, there were so many disciples.
The amount of rewards that had to be handed out for just one war was simply an unimaginably astronomical sum.
"Thank you for bringing these to me, Junior Brother Huang. Head back and tell the senior brothers at the Heavenly Merit Hall that I'm very satisfied." Smiling, Lin Fan stuffed the things into his robes.
Seeing this, Huang Hao suddenly felt himself choking. Looking somewhat awkward, he said, "Senior Brother Lin, you see, I came to bring you the good news this morning without even eating breakfast. Well..."
Although he hadn't put it so directly, Huang Hao was already cursing inwardly. I fucking brought you good news and delivered your things, and you won't even give me a little reward? How can you be so stingy?
"Oh, Junior Brother Huang, why didn't you say earlier that you hadn't had breakfast? That won't do. No matter what, this meal has to be my treat. Say no more. I absolutely must... must." Lin Fan fumbled around on his person, then found some Flame Magnificence Currency the body's former owner had saved.
Then he took Huang Hao's hand and slapped it firmly into his palm. "Junior Brother Huang, get yourself something nice to eat. Consider it my thanks."
"Holy shit!" Seeing the twenty-denomination Flame Magnificence Currency note in his hand, Huang Hao's eyes nearly popped out.
How fucking stingy did someone have to be to have the nerve to hand this over?
Just then, Lin Fan spotted Lü Qiming and hurried after him, though he still didn't forget Huang Hao. "Take care, Junior Brother Huang. I won't see you off. I've got something to do. See you next time."
Watching Lin Fan's retreating figure, Huang Hao's face flushed red with anger.
You... fucking beast.