This Makes It Hard to Communicate

The morning sun rose, and the sky gradually brightened.

Lin Fan was on the verge of Qi deviation. His eyes were wide enough to nearly spit fire.

"Are you ever going to succeed?" He really was about to break down. He had experimented all night. Never mind how many times he had died-surely it couldn't bully him like this? Couldn't it at least let him succeed once?

One last try. If it didn't succeed, he would go die.

Suddenly!

Just as Lin Fan was about to fly into a frenzy, something incredible happened.

A line of text suddenly appeared in a blank space in the Human-Grade Cultivation Technique Creation Guide.

Golden Body Tempering Technique: physical enhancement, indestructible diamond body, Hard Cultivation Points +3.

Human Grade, High Rank.

"6666..." The moment he saw the description, he practically soared into the air. This was just too good. Nothing more needed to be said. Rock solid.

Three Hard Cultivation Points for every second of cultivation.

That meant 180 points a minute and 10,800 an hour. The time needed to advance his cultivation had been greatly reduced.

Excellent.

Lin Fan was thoroughly satisfied. After all that hard work, he had finally created a high-rank human-grade cultivation technique. At any rate, he was more than content.

Within the sect, disciples in the Body Tempering Realm basically all cultivated the Body Tempering Technique. Their cultivation speed alone was a long way behind his, and his technique even provided enhancement, with an additional indestructible diamond body. Just thinking about it made him a little excited.

Where Huang Fugui lived.

Seeing his senior brother busy at work, the lackey disciple hurried over with a fawning expression. "Senior Brother, let me do it. I'll definitely be able to sell this scrap iron this time."

Even he found the scrap iron piled here an eyesore. But Senior Brother Huang had sunk most of his fortune into it, so throwing it away would be quite a pity.

As a loyal lackey, he had to relieve his senior brother's worries and solve his problems. "Senior Brother, trust me. I've already asked around. Those disciples at the Artifact Refining Hall urgently need scrap iron right now. They'll definitely pay a high price."

Huang Fugui glared at him. "Cut the nonsense. Hurry up and load it properly, then come with me to Junior Brother Lin's place."

As a lackey, his ability to keep his eyes on all sides and read expressions went without saying. Judging by Senior Brother Huang's manner, he must be going to make trouble for that fellow, crushing him with strength and forcing him to buy this scrap iron.

Good. This was simply wonderful.

On the way.

Quite a few disciples pointed at Huang Fugui when they saw him, discussing him in low voices.

"See that? Senior Brother Huang has struck it rich. Scrap iron prices are sky-high now. They've already been driven up to three a jin."

"But I've got quite a bit of scrap iron right now. Who can I sell it to?"

"Keep it, you idiot. Senior Brother Huang has already reached his limit and isn't buying for now. But the price will definitely go even higher in the future, so stockpile some and sell it off once the price rises."

This disciple explained to his fellow disciple beside him as though he had inside information. They were very optimistic about the future market for scrap iron.

Huang Fugui paid no attention to what the disciples around him were saying. He had only one thought now: deliver this scrap iron to Junior Brother Lin.

A misunderstanding had arisen between them over a minor matter before.

But after this trip out to gain experience, his attitude toward Junior Brother Lin had changed greatly, and gratitude had arisen in his heart as well.

In particular, he could never forget the sight of Junior Brother Lin blocking a sword strike for him. Whenever he closed his eyes at night, he recalled it, and the corners of his eyes would unconsciously grow damp.

Inside the room.

Lin Fan finished cultivating and was very satisfied with the results of this session. All the time he had spent recording the routes whenever he cultivated and constantly experimenting had not been wasted.

His technique had now reached high-rank human grade. If he wanted to create an even stronger cultivation technique, he would have to draw a Mystic Grade Cultivation Technique Creation Guide.

"Junior Brother Lin." A call came from outside.

Lin Fan pushed open the door. When he saw Huang Fugui approaching with a handcart, he felt a little puzzled. What was Senior Brother Huang trying to do?

Could he be hauling this scrap iron over for me to foot the bill just because we've gotten a little closer?

He had to remain steady now. If that really was the case, he would have to talk his way out of it. He couldn't take such a huge loss.

"Senior Brother Huang, what's the matter?" Lin Fan asked languidly.

After finishing his cultivation, he had forgotten to kill himself, leaving him without much spirit now.

The lackey beside Huang Fugui immediately stepped forward, his face full of anger. "Who are you to call him Senior Brother Huang?"

Smack!

The lackey had already prepared to start shouting.

Suddenly!

He felt as though he had taken flight, his entire body flying off to one side.

Huang Fugui stepped forward and grabbed Lin Fan's hand, utterly ashamed. "Junior Brother Lin, a misunderstanding arose between us before. I hope you can forgive me."

Then he pointed at the scrap iron. "This is my gift to you, Junior Brother. I hope you'll accept it."

"Senior Brother, there's no need for this. I didn't take it to heart." Lin Fan froze, then quickly came back to his senses. He had gotten a fright just now, thinking Huang Fugui had come to make him foot the bill. He hadn't expected him to be delivering benefits instead. But was he the sort of person who casually accepted other people's things?

Very clearly, yes.

Still, polite words had to be said. This was a traditional virtue of the Chinese people from his previous life, after all.

"Oh, Senior Brother, how could I just take these things? I absolutely have to pay. After all, you bought them with real silver and gold," Lin Fan said with a sigh.

Huang Fugui was deeply moved. This grown man's tears were almost spilling out.

He hadn't expected his junior brother to be so considerate of him. Although money was important, in his eyes, how could it compare to Junior Brother Lin? Still, since Junior Brother Lin had expressed such an intention, he couldn't very well refuse.

"I'll leave everything to you, Junior Brother," Huang Fugui said sincerely, patting Lin Fan's hand.

"Huh?"

He was dumbstruck.

Something's wrong with this rhythm.

Senior Brother Huang, how could you just agree like that? Shouldn't you say, "No, no, these are my gifts to you"?

Wasn't that how this script was supposed to unfold?

How come people in this world don't even understand polite remarks? This makes it hard to communicate.

But the words were already out, and he couldn't go back on them. Otherwise, where would he put this old face of his?

"All right. In that case, I'll accept them. I happen to need them urgently too. But about the money, Senior Brother, I'll have to ask you to wait a little. After some time, I'll present it to you with both hands." He wasn't particularly concerned about saving face anyway, and he didn't feel there was anything wrong with saying this.

Huang Fugui did want to recoup a little of his investment, but since his junior brother had already spoken, he naturally agreed at once. "All right, that's fine. As long as you don't hold anything against me, Junior Brother."

Lin Fan patted Huang Fugui on the shoulder. "Not at all, not at all. I should be thanking you for trusting me, Senior Brother. Rest assured, I'll definitely give you the money after some time."

"All right." Huang Fugui nodded. He trusted Junior Brother Lin a great deal.

But "after some time" was a little imprecise.

Just how long would count as "some time"?

And he really did need this scrap iron now to make some grenades. Those demonic beasts were still waiting for him. With these things, the Points would be as good as in his pocket.