Let me water you with chicken soup for the soul

"Junior Brother Huang, you're here too." Just then, Zhang Long walked over from afar.

Lin Fan looked puzzled. "Senior Brother Zhang, what brings you here?"

"The mission's been handed in. I came to bring you your mission rewards, of course." Zhang Long smiled, then spotted the cartload of scrap iron and looked a little bewildered. "What's all this?"

Huang Fugui smiled. "I brought it for Junior Brother Lin."

The scrap iron wasn't worth much, and Zhang Long had no idea why Junior Brother Lin needed it. Still, he didn't dwell on it. He took the allotted rewards from inside his robe and handed them over. "Junior Brother, keep these safe."

They really had relied on Junior Brother Lin to complete this mission. Without him, they probably wouldn't have made it back.

"Senior Brother, isn't this a bit much? I remember the mission rewards weren't this generous." There were at least thirty thousand in Flame Magnificence Currency here, along with a bottle of human grade, high rank pills. This was far too much.

It felt as though they had basically given him all the mission rewards.

"Not at all, not at all," Zhang Long hurriedly said.

Lin Fan waved a hand. "Enough. Do you think I'm an idiot, or what kind of person do you take me for? I'll take ten thousand and two pills. The rest goes to you senior brothers. If you refuse, we can act like strangers from now on. I mean it."

He truly cherished these senior brothers who cared so much about him. Besides, he no longer had much need for human grade, high rank pills to improve his cultivation. He had to let his senior brothers raise their cultivation quickly, or how could he take them out to show off in the future?

"Junior Brother, you..." Zhang Long was speechless. In the end, he could only take the items back, deeply moved. Then he patted Lin Fan's shoulder, leaving all his words in his heart.

To him, becoming friends with Junior Brother Lin was a blessing that would last a lifetime.

After seeing the two of them off, Lin Fan began thinking about something.

Now that he had scrap iron, he wouldn't lack grenades and the like. Once he made the grenades over the next few days, he would go find demonic beasts to farm points.

Before that, though, he needed to put his wealth to use. He could use it to buy pills and cultivation techniques.

He didn't need cultivation techniques for the time being. The Body Tempering Realm was only a transitional stage for him, after all. Spending this wealth on pills to improve his strength first was the wise choice.

With cultivation and pills combined, his cultivation speed would definitely be top-notch.

When he arrived at the Alchemy Hall and saw the pill prices, he had nothing much to say.

Human grade, low rank pills cost at least three thousand in Flame Magnificence Currency.

Ordinary mystic grade pills cost tens of thousands, while the more expensive ones went for over a hundred thousand or even several hundred thousand.

These were luxuries to ordinary disciples.

If they couldn't afford pills, they could only buckle down and cultivate.

After looking around, Lin Fan's gaze settled on a mystic grade, high rank cultivation pill.

Mystic Bone Flame Pill: a mystic grade, high rank cultivation pill.

After swallowing it, one would feel as though one's bones were shattering and raging flames were burning one's body. If one lacked mental fortitude and gave up halfway, it would severely damage the body.

The asking price was two hundred and fifty thousand in Mystic Yellow Currency.

Compared with other mystic grade, high rank pills, the difference was enormous.

It was probably this side effect that made its price so low.

Mystic grade pills were precious and could aid one's cultivation all the way to the Earthly Dipper Realm, Great Perfection.

Moreover, the Earthly Dipper Realm was the mainstream within the sect now, so mystic grade pills had a price but no supply.

He tallied his wealth. After all the corpses he had looted, he had accumulated quite a fortune, a full hundred and thirty thousand. Still, there was a tiny little gap between that and the pill's price.

It seemed he would have to find a way to make some money.

Just then, Lin Fan thought of the mystic grade, low rank sword technique manual lying quietly inside his storage ring.

He had looted it from Liu Feng. It seemed his only option was to work something out with this mystic grade, low rank cultivation technique.

That afternoon!

The sect's Grievance Arena.

Wherever people gathered, conflicts arose, and conflicts needed settling. To let its disciples resolve their grievances, the sect had established this sort of Grievance Arena.

They could decide a victor, provided no lives were taken.

"Place your bets! Place your bets! Second-rank outer disciple He Xu versus second-rank outer disciple Bai Xin!"

"He Xu's cultivation is at the Body Tempering Sixth Layer."

"Bai Xin's cultivation is at the Body Tempering Sixth Layer."

"Place your bets!"

A middle-aged man shouted beside the Grievance Arena, calling for disciples to place their bets. This was normal in the sect, and quite a few disciples relied on it as their road to riches.

The two disciples on the platform were there to settle their grievances, but the disciples below were there to make their fortunes and reach the pinnacle of life.

Lin Fan stood among the crowd wearing a mask. This was perfectly normal attire within the sect and wouldn't draw anyone's attention.

He felt that this sect was getting more and more fucking interesting.

They even had gambling.

Lin Fan didn't place a bet. He waited quietly. Whether he could get off to a flying start would depend on this attempt.

On the platform, the two men stared at each other, fury blazing. The instant their grievance match began, both attacked.

Before long, He Xu unleashed a sweeping, forceful palm technique, sending his opponent flying and leaving him unable to rise. Then he planted a foot on Bai Xin, his gaze fierce and his manner domineering. "Bai Xin, you lost. Remember to show me more respect when you see me from now on."

"Hmph."

The sword in Bai Xin's hand had already been knocked aside. He spat blood as he glared at He Xu.

He Xu flicked his sleeve, standing proud before the world as he looked down on Bai Xin. "I only need my two hands to defeat you." Then he tossed his head and stepped straight off the platform. To him, Bai Xin wasn't worth mentioning.

Although their cultivation was equal, he had already cultivated his Sea-Subduing Heaven and Earth Palm to its pinnacle. His strength had long since surpassed anything Bai Xin could match.

Bai Xin struggled to his feet, picked up his sword, and left dejectedly amid the sighs.

He hadn't expected the gap between himself and He Xu to be so enormous.

He couldn't accept it. This was all because he lacked a powerful cultivation technique.

If he had a powerful cultivation technique, how could he have lost so quickly? Even suppressing He Xu wouldn't have been impossible. But it was too late to say anything now.

Watching that dispirited figure retreat, Lin Fan immediately smiled beneath his mask.

Dejected is good.

Only when he's dejected can I make my move.

He quietly followed.

At the edge of a cliff within the sect.

Bai Xin sat there, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gazed at the boundless scenery, unable to keep from sighing.

"Junior Brother, a moment's victory or defeat isn't important. What matters most is having a heart that presses forward without hesitation." Lin Fan walked over, sat beside him, and spoke calmly.

Bai Xin glanced at the person beside him. "Thank you for comforting me, Senior Brother, but a loss is a loss."

"Wrong. Failure is the mother of success. A single failure only helps you understand your shortcomings. Once you make up for them, you're bound to succeed next time." Lin Fan began pouring in chicken soup for the soul.

Hearing this, Bai Xin couldn't help giving the unfamiliar senior brother sitting beside him a serious look.

He suddenly realized that this senior brother's words made a great deal of sense.

His feelings of defeat actually faded considerably.

Lin Fan smiled. Please, have you ever heard of chicken soup for the soul? To sell this cultivation technique today, let me water you with chicken soup for the soul.