Inside the room.
Lin Fan set the wolf-fang club aside and began cultivating.
Looking at the pills before him, he felt little interest, but they could still be used for cultivation. He swallowed them all and began converting their medicinal power.
These were all Human Grade pills, with none at Mystic Grade or above, which was something of a pity.
But he knew that pills at Mystic Grade or above were probably very expensive.
Even a low-grade Human Grade cultivation pill like the Vajra Pill cost as much as three thousand, let alone a Mystic Grade pill.
After a long while, he opened his eyes. His Hard Cultivation Points had increased a little, but not by much. He was still some distance from a breakthrough.
Now, Lin Fan began pondering something: should he spend his current Points on draws, or upgrade the "Violent Wolf-Fang Club"?
After a little thought, he felt he should upgrade the "Violent Wolf-Fang Club" first.
There was really nothing to say about those draws. They were entirely down to luck, and his luck had been particularly rotten lately. If he wasted everything, he would truly have nowhere to cry.
Upgrade to the fifth level, he recited inwardly.
Consumed 800 Points. Upgraded to the sixth level. Consumed 1,000 Points. Upgraded to the seventh level. Consumed 1,400 Points. Violent Wolf-Fang Club (seventh level) Strength amplification, air explosion, swift speed. Requires 1,800 Points to advance to the eighth level.
Lin Fan felt his strength increase enormously, to at least twice what it had been before, while his control over the wolf-fang club became even stronger.
"This is seriously powerful, and convenient, too. If I had unlimited Points and upgraded the technique to its pinnacle, I could probably smash someone at the Body Tempering Ninth Layer apart with just my Body Tempering Seventh Stage strength."
That was how he felt now. He even felt capable of putting up a fight against someone in the Earthly Dipper Realm.
He just did not know whether he was getting ahead of himself or truly had that kind of strength.
He could not help growing a little excited. He really wanted to clash with someone at the Body Tempering Ninth Layer.
That Li Xionghe from before had probably only cultivated the "Violent Wolf-Fang Club" to around the third or fourth level.
Now that he had upgraded it to the seventh level, the surge in his strength felt almost unbelievable. If Li Xionghe had also reached the seventh level, then even if his amplification was not as impressive as Lin Fan's, he definitely could not have been underestimated.
He now had 640 Points left.
Leaving them sitting there was a waste. He might as well use them for draws.
Lin Fan had an extraordinary fixation on draws. He refused to believe his luck was so bad that it would stay rotten forever.
"Let's go. Just two silver draws. Give me something interesting."
He recited inwardly and prayed. Though he did not hold out much hope, surely they ought to give him something to smile about.
Consumed 600 Points. Silver draw: thank you for your patronage. Keep trying.
Fuck!
He sighed, feeling rather helpless. His luck was just too fucking awful. The first draw had come up empty. What fucking hope was there for the next one?
Silver draw: congratulations on drawing a mid-grade Mystic Grade cultivation pill, the Azure Primordial Pill.
"Not bad, not bad." Lin Fan smiled inwardly. Sure enough, this was good. It had not disappointed him. Trading 600 Points for a mid-grade Mystic Grade pill was definitely a profit.
He swallowed it directly and began cultivating.
His Hard Cultivation Points shot upward.
At this rate, with his absolute cheat, it would not take him long at all to become a powerhouse.
Of course, Points were extremely important, too. It looked like he needed to earn a good haul.
After refining the pill, he sat cross-legged and cultivated the "Proud Bone Body Tempering Art."
However, the rate at which his Hard Cultivation Points increased was not particularly satisfying.
Only two points each time. Wasn't that embarrassing?
No, he had to create a technique.
Taking out the little notebook in which he had recorded cultivation routes, he prepared to try again. At the very least, he had to improve his foundation.
A night passed.
Lin Fan had no idea how many times he had killed himself. He had accumulated quite a few Hard Cultivation Points, but he still had not managed to create the technique.
Good grief. Even with such a clever, quick-witted brain, he had failed to create a technique. That showed just how difficult this path was.
But if anyone else found out, they would probably have hacked him to death long ago.
Others might only reach the sixth or seventh stage of Body Tempering after cultivating for two or three years. Yet here he was, having reached the seventh stage in just a few days.
Moreover, this "Proud Bone Body Tempering Art" was only a mid-grade Human Grade technique, yet it already came with an amplification effect. If others knew, they would probably be stunned speechless.
Because this simply defied all logic. Only Mystic Grade techniques could have such an effect.
The next day!
Lin Fan woke from cultivation. He sensed that someone had arrived.
"Junior Brother Lin, are you awake?" Lü Qiming's voice came from outside.
"I'm awake, I'm awake." He had spent the whole night experimenting with creating a technique without gaining a damn thing. Still, his Hard Cultivation Points had increased reasonably well, which offered him some consolation.
He pushed open the door.
Lin Fan was a little surprised. "Huh? Senior brothers, why are you all here, too? Is something big happening today?"
Lü Qiming, Yin Xiaotian, Gao Dazhuang, and Zhang Long were all there. From the look of them, they seemed ready to go. Were they heading off on a long trip?
Zhang Long froze, then looked at Lü Qiming. "You didn't tell Junior Brother Lin we were setting out today?"
Lü Qiming looked a little embarrassed. "Well, that was my mistake. I forgot to tell him."
Lin Fan looked at everyone. "What is it? Are we heading out for training?"
"Junior Brother Lin, I'm sorry. I forgot to tell you when we were leaving," Lü Qiming said awkwardly. He had forgotten to tell Junior Brother Lin it was today, leaving him no time at all to prepare.
"It's fine. I was ready ages ago." How could Lin Fan fail to see what was going on? As far as he was concerned, what preparations did he need? Couldn't he just shoulder his wolf-fang club and leave?
Lü Qiming gave Lin Fan a grateful look. His junior brother really did treat him well.
Zhang Long said, "Junior Brother Lin, if you need to prepare, we can wait a while."
Lin Fan waved a hand. "No need to prepare. Let's head out now."
"Wait a moment. Junior Brother Huang isn't here yet," Zhang Long said.
Not long afterward.
A voice came from outside.
"Senior Brother Zhang, I'm here." Huang Fugui hurried in from outside, a trace of a smile on his face.
He was on fairly good terms with Zhang Long, and he attached great importance to this training trip because the rewards were generous. He had been having a rather miserable time lately. All the savings he had worked so hard to scrape together had been sunk into that scrap iron.
Even if he wanted to sell it, he could not find a way to do so for now.
The disciples of the Artifact Refining Hall had already accepted that the once-worthless scrap iron had become valuable, but he had a large stockpile. Even if he sold a little, it would not be enough.
And he would still be selling at a loss.
Lin Fan's expression turned a little strange when he heard that voice. When he saw who had arrived, he could not help smiling.
"Senior Brother Huang, hello there."
Huang Fugui froze when he saw him. "Why is it you? How are you..."
Zhang Long and the others looked at Lin Fan and Huang Fugui, not knowing what had happened between them.
"Junior Brother Lin, is there a dispute between you and Junior Brother Huang?" Zhang Long asked in puzzlement.
Smiling, Lin Fan stepped forward and draped an arm around Huang Fugui's shoulders. "No dispute, just a little misunderstanding. But Senior Brother Huang surely wouldn't take it to heart, right?"
Huang Fugui knocked Lin Fan's hand away, clearly unwilling to be around him.
"Senior Brother Zhang, I have a bit of a dispute with him, but don't worry. I won't let my feelings affect the mission," Huang Fugui said.
Lin Fan shrugged and looked at Huang Fugui. "Why are you so petty? You haven't got an ounce of magnanimity."
Hearing that, Huang Fugui nearly exploded on the spot.
Petty?
Magnanimity?
You've nearly driven me bankrupt, and you're still fucking calling me petty.
You should count yourself lucky I haven't smashed you apart right here.
But if Lin Fan knew, he would certainly retort helplessly, You were the one who insisted on going against me. And now it's my fault?